"Silver wings
Shining in the sunlight
Roaring engines
Headed somewhere in flight
They're taking you away
And leaving me lonely
Silver wings
Slowly fading out of sight "
--Silver Wings, Merle Haggard
On stormy or windy days, Kansas City International airport sometimes reroutes its flights right over the Little Farm. As the crow flies, we're only about 15 miles away so we see a lot of air traffic on a normal day. But I love those rare days when the planes are coming in really low as they make their final approach.
For me, there is a real beauty in flight. It fascinates me--not just the physical mechanics of it, but the emotions surrounding the journeys of the travelers. As I hear the engines roaring overhead, I always think about the people inside. What are they feeling? Are they home, or are they just passing through? Did they leave someone behind? If so, is it just for a little while or forever? Is someone waiting here for them?
And I think about many of my own journeys--the hellos and goodbyes, leaving old places and discovering new ones, the excitement of packing my suitcase and going. And it always makes me wish I was on a flight heading somewhere, too.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Wednesday, May 19, 2010
Little Miracles
Little miracles happen around the Little Farm every day. The trees, the flowers, the wildlife, our domestic critter crew ... there is always something fascinating happening here at any given time. I get so focused on my daily "must-dos" that I often miss a lot of these special moments. But today, I got to witness one of them when I saw the miracle of life come full circle.
We have a sweet, little pair of purple finches who built a nest on our front porch this spring. Mrs. Finch began building "the nursery" in April. Mr. Finch would try to help, but I could tell she was running the construction project. He would add a twig or a piece of grass, and she would either tear it out and drop it on the ground or move it to some other part of the nest. It seems fitting that she should get her way because once the nest was completed, Mrs. Finch was the one who had to lay the five eggs and then incubate them for two weeks through wind, rain, heat, and cold. Mr. Finch would check in on her every once in awhile, and he would sing her the most beautiful songs. But after these short visits, he was free to go about his business in the great wide open while she nurtured the tiny, stirring miracles just beneath the five speckled egg shells.
The eggs hatched about two weeks ago, and it was a joyous occasion. For the first few days, Mrs. Finch would stand on the side of the nest, cock her little head, and look at the squirming, pink things inside with the gaping mouths. I wonder what she was thinking. Mr. Finch would perch on our lamp post and sing proudly. I bet I know what he was thinking.
The babies grew quickly, and finding and delivering food became a round-the-clock mission for the new mother and father. Mrs. Finch stayed in the nest at night for the first week to keep the babies warm. After that, she and Mr. Finch roosted in the nearby spruce tree where they could keep their eyes on anything coming or going around the porch.
Over the weekend, I watched as the babies began grooming themselves and stretching their wings. They were almost as big as their parents and had full feathers. I knew they'd be ready to leave soon. I checked on them yesterday morning, and all of them were gone expect for one. He was smaller than the rest--maybe the last to hatch--and he looked so forlorn and lonely. Mom and Dad would stop by every hour or so to feed him, but most of their attention was focused on feeding his four siblings in the spruce tree. I looked outside every few hours expecting to see an empty nest, but at nightfall, he was still there.
When I checked on him this morning, he was perched on the side of the nest flapping and stretching his wings. I could hear his parents calling to him from the trees. He would get back in the nest, then climb out, then get back in again. Mom and Dad would come and talk to him, urging him back up on the edge. Finally--about an hour ago--I just happened to look out the window as he launched himself out of the nest, into the open sky, and onto a spruce limb. He took a huge leap of faith into the great, big world, and Mom and Dad were waiting with a meal and some reassuring chatter. I'm a sentimental sap, but it brought tears to my eyes.
Such a small miracle in the grand scheme of things, but a blessing all the same ...
We have a sweet, little pair of purple finches who built a nest on our front porch this spring. Mrs. Finch began building "the nursery" in April. Mr. Finch would try to help, but I could tell she was running the construction project. He would add a twig or a piece of grass, and she would either tear it out and drop it on the ground or move it to some other part of the nest. It seems fitting that she should get her way because once the nest was completed, Mrs. Finch was the one who had to lay the five eggs and then incubate them for two weeks through wind, rain, heat, and cold. Mr. Finch would check in on her every once in awhile, and he would sing her the most beautiful songs. But after these short visits, he was free to go about his business in the great wide open while she nurtured the tiny, stirring miracles just beneath the five speckled egg shells.
The eggs hatched about two weeks ago, and it was a joyous occasion. For the first few days, Mrs. Finch would stand on the side of the nest, cock her little head, and look at the squirming, pink things inside with the gaping mouths. I wonder what she was thinking. Mr. Finch would perch on our lamp post and sing proudly. I bet I know what he was thinking.
The babies grew quickly, and finding and delivering food became a round-the-clock mission for the new mother and father. Mrs. Finch stayed in the nest at night for the first week to keep the babies warm. After that, she and Mr. Finch roosted in the nearby spruce tree where they could keep their eyes on anything coming or going around the porch.
Over the weekend, I watched as the babies began grooming themselves and stretching their wings. They were almost as big as their parents and had full feathers. I knew they'd be ready to leave soon. I checked on them yesterday morning, and all of them were gone expect for one. He was smaller than the rest--maybe the last to hatch--and he looked so forlorn and lonely. Mom and Dad would stop by every hour or so to feed him, but most of their attention was focused on feeding his four siblings in the spruce tree. I looked outside every few hours expecting to see an empty nest, but at nightfall, he was still there.
When I checked on him this morning, he was perched on the side of the nest flapping and stretching his wings. I could hear his parents calling to him from the trees. He would get back in the nest, then climb out, then get back in again. Mom and Dad would come and talk to him, urging him back up on the edge. Finally--about an hour ago--I just happened to look out the window as he launched himself out of the nest, into the open sky, and onto a spruce limb. He took a huge leap of faith into the great, big world, and Mom and Dad were waiting with a meal and some reassuring chatter. I'm a sentimental sap, but it brought tears to my eyes.
Such a small miracle in the grand scheme of things, but a blessing all the same ...
Tuesday, May 11, 2010
Dietary Detox
This stuff is good! Trust me!
I have been SO bad lately when it comes to my eating habits, ya'll. Baked goods, ice cream, candy bars, Twizzlers, doughnuts, potato chips, french fries, fried anything ... name something super-duper bad for you and I bet I've been eating it. When I made the decision to introduce meat back into my diet, I went flat crazy with the food choices.
It's not good. You'd think I would've packed on some serious pounds, but that hasn't really been the case. I'm in the same size I was wearing before I began inhaling everything within grabbing distance. I know I've gained some weight ... mostly around the old mid-section ... but it could be worse I suppose. The real problem is how I feel. My brain is foggy, I feel like I have about 50 pounds of cement blocks sitting on my shoulders, it seems like sludge is running through my veins. Nasty, nasty, nasty stuff.
It all ends today. It has to. Rob and I made a quick grocery run yesterday, and I stocked up on whole grain bread, english muffins, sandwich thins, peanut butter, yogurt, cottage cheese, oatmeal, bananas, apples, and oranges. I'm going to try to stay away from too much processed stuff. The older I get, the more all of those chemicals and preservatives seem to affect me.
Here's what today's meal plan looks like:
- Breakfast--a banana and coffee
- Mid-morning snack--a whole grain english muffin with Dark Chocolate Dreams peanut butter (If you like chocolate and peanut butter, you must try this. It comes in a variety of flavors, and you can pick it up at Wal-Mart.)
- Lunch--cottage cheese, peaches, and a Kashi Dark Mocha Almond bar
- Afternoon snack--a granny smith apple
- Dinner--roast chicken, a baked sweet potato, and green salad
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Little Things I Love Right Now
I'm a "what if" kind of person, and this is a "what if" kind of story ... beautiful, and deep, and thought provoking.
Popcorn Indiana Kettlecorn ... so delicious and insanely addictive!
Junk Gypsy tees and tanks ... cute, cute, cute!
Stevie Nicks and Tom Petty. Together, separate, doesn't matter. Perfection!
Junk Gypsy tees and tanks ... cute, cute, cute!
Stevie Nicks and Tom Petty. Together, separate, doesn't matter. Perfection!
Thursday, April 22, 2010
For Real????
So I'm YouTube happy today. My dad sent me an e-mail about this deer earlier today. I decided to go out on the Interweb over my lunch break to see if I could find any other details. Well, I found all kinds of Web sites and photos and videos--this doe's a star!
It's fascinating and also downright insane if you wanna know my take on it. Ice cream with a splash of coffee and sweetener? Linguine in bed? A deer that uses a human toilet? For real???
Meet Dillie ...
I don't know what's more bizarre ... a deer living in a house or the creepy news reporter who locks himself in with her for "nap time." Watch out, Dillie!
It's fascinating and also downright insane if you wanna know my take on it. Ice cream with a splash of coffee and sweetener? Linguine in bed? A deer that uses a human toilet? For real???
Meet Dillie ...
I don't know what's more bizarre ... a deer living in a house or the creepy news reporter who locks himself in with her for "nap time." Watch out, Dillie!
The House that Built Me
About once or twice a year, I hear a song that grabs me from the very first listen ... in comparison to the many others that I need to hear several times before they hook me. Miranda Lambert--a country singer--recently released this one. Kelly Clarkson covered it. I don't care who sings it. I just think it's a really well written song and one that I can relate to on so many different levels.
What are you all listening to these days? Anything hooking you? Care to share? :-)
What are you all listening to these days? Anything hooking you? Care to share? :-)
Wednesday, April 14, 2010
I Survived
And so did the farrier, thank God. Beau and Scout did their best--even in a heavily drugged state--to kill us all. Richmond tried to sneak in a few "love nips." The horses that I expected to be on their best behavior turned out to be the worst. But in the end, we were able to wrestle them into submission and get the job done.
Today, I feel like I've been beaten by a two-by-four. During the whole ordeal, I didn't realize I was using every muscle in my body to hold huge horse heads and dodge flying hooves. I think I was tense from my head to my toes for the entire three hours of the vet/farrier visit. Remington was the last horse on the schedule. He seemed to know that we thought we were home free, and he decided it was his mission to try to break our collective wills. In my desperation and exhaustion, I actually started doing some kind of weird horse-human meditation. I closed my eyes, leaned in really close to Remi's temple, and just started breathing slowly and deeply. I think he actually picked up on the calmness I was trying to project because he went from being a red-eyed, fire snorting demon horse to one that was just slightly bratty.
All I know is that I need a massage and several glasses of wine thank you very much!
But there is some good news to report--it truly wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Two of the six equines were perfect gentlemen. And the farrier didn't seem nearly as uspet over my boys' bad behavior as I was. He agreed to come back in seven weeks to do it all again, and that's pretty darned fantastic.
Thank you all for your positive thoughts, prayers, and crossed fingers. I really do think they helped!
Today, I feel like I've been beaten by a two-by-four. During the whole ordeal, I didn't realize I was using every muscle in my body to hold huge horse heads and dodge flying hooves. I think I was tense from my head to my toes for the entire three hours of the vet/farrier visit. Remington was the last horse on the schedule. He seemed to know that we thought we were home free, and he decided it was his mission to try to break our collective wills. In my desperation and exhaustion, I actually started doing some kind of weird horse-human meditation. I closed my eyes, leaned in really close to Remi's temple, and just started breathing slowly and deeply. I think he actually picked up on the calmness I was trying to project because he went from being a red-eyed, fire snorting demon horse to one that was just slightly bratty.
All I know is that I need a massage and several glasses of wine thank you very much!
But there is some good news to report--it truly wasn't as bad as I thought it was going to be. Two of the six equines were perfect gentlemen. And the farrier didn't seem nearly as uspet over my boys' bad behavior as I was. He agreed to come back in seven weeks to do it all again, and that's pretty darned fantastic.
Thank you all for your positive thoughts, prayers, and crossed fingers. I really do think they helped!
Monday, April 12, 2010
Trouble is Looming ...
... and it's coming in the form of 16 legs, 16 hooves, and two sets of long ears.
Tomorrow is a day I've been dreading for several weeks--hoof trimming time coupled with the annual visit by the horse vet. Never mind that these two visits are going to put a massive dent in the old pocketbook. I've resigned myself to that and if it was the only thing I had to deal with, life would be grand. No. I'm concerned about the attitudes of certain members of the equine contingent here on the little farm. Gravely concerned.
The two donkeys hate/loathe/detest both the farrier and the vet. Even though they aren't much bigger than the German Shepherds, the jackazzes weigh a heckuva lot more and are much more violent when asked to do something that they don't want to do. And trust me--they don't want to do much of anything unless food, hugs, or back massages are involved.
Then there's two of the horses--Stretch and Richmond. Stretch decided several months back that after 24 years of putting up with hoof trims and shoes, he just ain't having it anymore. He is now a total terror for the farrier. And Richmond--our huge tank of a Paint horse--decided somewhere along the way that it would be fun to sneak in a few bites on the farrier's butt whenever possible. And if that's not bratty enough, he decided that maybe he could just fall right over for good measure. Did I mention that he's built like a freakin' tank?
Farriers are hard to come by around these parts, and we've already lost several due to these miscreants' bad behavior. One actually broke down and CRIED during her final visit because my guys were so bad. I've had a few others since then and for some reason, they never return my calls after their first visit. Hmmm. Tomorrow, we're trying another new guy and I am praying with all of my might that everyone will behave. The vet is helping with the donks in the form of two needles filled with "Sleepy Time." But the farrier is on his own when it comes to Stretch Man and Richmond. God help him!
So send positive thoughts and prayers my way tomorrow between 1:00 and 3:00 p.m. central time. I may be the one needing the horse tranquilizers after all is said and done.
Tomorrow is a day I've been dreading for several weeks--hoof trimming time coupled with the annual visit by the horse vet. Never mind that these two visits are going to put a massive dent in the old pocketbook. I've resigned myself to that and if it was the only thing I had to deal with, life would be grand. No. I'm concerned about the attitudes of certain members of the equine contingent here on the little farm. Gravely concerned.
The two donkeys hate/loathe/detest both the farrier and the vet. Even though they aren't much bigger than the German Shepherds, the jackazzes weigh a heckuva lot more and are much more violent when asked to do something that they don't want to do. And trust me--they don't want to do much of anything unless food, hugs, or back massages are involved.
Then there's two of the horses--Stretch and Richmond. Stretch decided several months back that after 24 years of putting up with hoof trims and shoes, he just ain't having it anymore. He is now a total terror for the farrier. And Richmond--our huge tank of a Paint horse--decided somewhere along the way that it would be fun to sneak in a few bites on the farrier's butt whenever possible. And if that's not bratty enough, he decided that maybe he could just fall right over for good measure. Did I mention that he's built like a freakin' tank?
Farriers are hard to come by around these parts, and we've already lost several due to these miscreants' bad behavior. One actually broke down and CRIED during her final visit because my guys were so bad. I've had a few others since then and for some reason, they never return my calls after their first visit. Hmmm. Tomorrow, we're trying another new guy and I am praying with all of my might that everyone will behave. The vet is helping with the donks in the form of two needles filled with "Sleepy Time." But the farrier is on his own when it comes to Stretch Man and Richmond. God help him!
So send positive thoughts and prayers my way tomorrow between 1:00 and 3:00 p.m. central time. I may be the one needing the horse tranquilizers after all is said and done.
Friday, April 9, 2010
If Wishes Were Kitchen Appliances
If wishes were appliances, the little house kitchen would have one of these ...
and a couple of these ...
Just daydreaming away a gorgeous Friday afternoon. Have a great weekend, ya'll!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Not-So-Good Aspect of Little Farm Living #1
First, let me say that the benefits of living in a little town, on a little farm, in a little house far outweigh the negatives--at least for this chick.
But there are some things about city and suburban life that appeal to me. Right now, Chipotle is at the top of that list.
But there are some things about city and suburban life that appeal to me. Right now, Chipotle is at the top of that list.
I am craving a Veggie Burrito Bol like you wouldn't believe. To get one, I'd have to jump in my car, drive across the little town, and then get on the highway and head south for another 20 miles or so. Total trip
time: 35 minutes one way when I factor in traffic--tractors and otherwise. I've been known to make this trip before, just for this cardboard bowl filled with heavenly delight. But I can't justify the journey this evening when I have a ton of other things I should be doing. Drats! So I sit here at my computer--drooling and daydreaming about the fluffy rice, juicy black beans, perfect pico, and divine guac ...
Yes, I Get Paid to Write
I obviously haven't found the spell checker function here on Blogger. I apologize to anyone who has been assaulted by my hideous typos and misspellings. The editor in me always finds the mistakes. It just takes me a few readings and sometimes a few days before they jump out at me. Mea culpa!
Team Toyota
I'm an uncompensated, non-actor nobody from middle America, and I LOVE TOYOTA. They need me in those new ads they have out now. Call me, Toyota execs! I work cheap!
Okay ... I know they've gotten some really nasty press lately. And they deserve the bad PR and much more if they knowingly put dangerous vehicles out on the roadways. But I owned Toyota 4Runners for eight years before gas prices went berzerko, and I LOVED them. I have nothing negative to say about my personal experience.
But when I saw this on SNL a few weeks ago, I had to laugh. It's been a crazy, stressful week for me and I think my blog needs a little humor. I'm at a loss for creating anything remotely funny on my own so I'll steal shamelessly from the comedic genius of others.
In case you missed it, I give you the latest Ford Hybrid commercial ... Enjoy!
Okay ... I know they've gotten some really nasty press lately. And they deserve the bad PR and much more if they knowingly put dangerous vehicles out on the roadways. But I owned Toyota 4Runners for eight years before gas prices went berzerko, and I LOVED them. I have nothing negative to say about my personal experience.
But when I saw this on SNL a few weeks ago, I had to laugh. It's been a crazy, stressful week for me and I think my blog needs a little humor. I'm at a loss for creating anything remotely funny on my own so I'll steal shamelessly from the comedic genius of others.
In case you missed it, I give you the latest Ford Hybrid commercial ... Enjoy!
Friday, April 2, 2010
The Parable of the Mustard Seed
Jesus replied, "Because you have so little faith. I tell you the truth, if you have faith as small as a mustard seed, you can say to this mountain, 'Move from here to there' and it will move. Nothing will be impossible for you."
Matthew 17:20
On this holiest of holiday weekends, I've been thinking about one of my favorite Bible verses. Sometimes "keeping the faith" seems like a daunting task. How can I have faith that there is a plan for me, that there is always hope behind disappointment, when life throws one curve ball after another? It's so easy to get sucked into the negative when it seems like you just can't catch a break.
That's why I love this verse so much. As a Christian, it's so comforting to know that Jesus doesn't expect us all to have the ultimate faith at all times. He knows that we will be challenged and bogged down by life. He knows that we will have doubts along the way. All He asks is that we keep the tiniest speck of faith within us and the confidence to know that we can do anything through Him.
My mom recently gave me a pendant that has a mustard seed encased in a glass heart. I'm wearing it today and thanking God for his grace and blessings.
I hope you all have a beautiful Easter weekend!
Matthew 17:20
On this holiest of holiday weekends, I've been thinking about one of my favorite Bible verses. Sometimes "keeping the faith" seems like a daunting task. How can I have faith that there is a plan for me, that there is always hope behind disappointment, when life throws one curve ball after another? It's so easy to get sucked into the negative when it seems like you just can't catch a break.
That's why I love this verse so much. As a Christian, it's so comforting to know that Jesus doesn't expect us all to have the ultimate faith at all times. He knows that we will be challenged and bogged down by life. He knows that we will have doubts along the way. All He asks is that we keep the tiniest speck of faith within us and the confidence to know that we can do anything through Him.
My mom recently gave me a pendant that has a mustard seed encased in a glass heart. I'm wearing it today and thanking God for his grace and blessings.
I hope you all have a beautiful Easter weekend!
Wednesday, March 31, 2010
I'll Sleep When I'm Dead
No, that's not my philosophy. But I wish it was sometimes.
In my world, sleep is something to be cherished ... the one part of each day that I can look forward to, no matter what. If I don't get seven or eight solid hours of shut eye, I just don't feel right, look right, or act right.
This has been causing a bit of a dilemma for me lately. I have so much going on right now with work and so many things outside of work that I'd like to stay on top of, or start, or finish, or learn ... I want to take more pictures. I want to get better at Photoshop. I want to finish all sorts of projects around the house and in the yard. I want to be lazy and read books. I want to help my mom get a lot of spring items up and running in her online shop. I want to work out more. I want to sit out in the sun and stare into space.
So many things, so little time! What's a girl to do?
The answer is simple--sleep less. It's just that I don't like that answer!
To make even the slightest dent in my "must-do" and "want-to-do" lists, I probably need to take at least three hours from my sleep time. That's a big commitment, and I'm not really in a big commitment kinda mood. So I'm going to TRY to stay up one hour later and get up one hour earlier and see where that gets me.
I'm publishing that goal here for all to see. "All" is really not that big of an audience--especially with my erratic blogging of late--but what the heck.
You'll know if I'm even slightly successful if you see pictures on here again, or read posts about cute clothes (because I've been exercising and feel like buying clothes again), or see book reviews, or hear me talk about how clean my house is.
We'll see how it goes ...
In my world, sleep is something to be cherished ... the one part of each day that I can look forward to, no matter what. If I don't get seven or eight solid hours of shut eye, I just don't feel right, look right, or act right.
This has been causing a bit of a dilemma for me lately. I have so much going on right now with work and so many things outside of work that I'd like to stay on top of, or start, or finish, or learn ... I want to take more pictures. I want to get better at Photoshop. I want to finish all sorts of projects around the house and in the yard. I want to be lazy and read books. I want to help my mom get a lot of spring items up and running in her online shop. I want to work out more. I want to sit out in the sun and stare into space.
So many things, so little time! What's a girl to do?
The answer is simple--sleep less. It's just that I don't like that answer!
To make even the slightest dent in my "must-do" and "want-to-do" lists, I probably need to take at least three hours from my sleep time. That's a big commitment, and I'm not really in a big commitment kinda mood. So I'm going to TRY to stay up one hour later and get up one hour earlier and see where that gets me.
I'm publishing that goal here for all to see. "All" is really not that big of an audience--especially with my erratic blogging of late--but what the heck.
You'll know if I'm even slightly successful if you see pictures on here again, or read posts about cute clothes (because I've been exercising and feel like buying clothes again), or see book reviews, or hear me talk about how clean my house is.
We'll see how it goes ...
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Brothers
When this movie came out in theaters, it looked interesting to me. But we rarely go out to see movies unless it's something really big with lots of buzz. So we skipped this one and I figured I'd catch it on DVD at some point.
Rob had to work all day Saturday, and I was looking for all kinds of reasons to avoid my to-do list. I saw that this was new on pay-per-view and I decided to give it a try.
I really liked it. The original trailer was a bit misleading in that it made the film look like a thriller. It's far from it. It's really a movie about family dynamics, and it's something I think most people can relate to regardless of whether they have family members in the military or not. I recommend it. Two thumbs up!
Rob had to work all day Saturday, and I was looking for all kinds of reasons to avoid my to-do list. I saw that this was new on pay-per-view and I decided to give it a try.
I really liked it. The original trailer was a bit misleading in that it made the film look like a thriller. It's far from it. It's really a movie about family dynamics, and it's something I think most people can relate to regardless of whether they have family members in the military or not. I recommend it. Two thumbs up!
Friday, March 26, 2010
New Kid on an Old Block
Starting a new blog seems like such a monumental thing to me. I could probably sit here for hours trying to come up with some grand way to launch this little spot in cyberspace and still not be able to string together a single sentence worthy of the occasion. So I won't even try.
I've been blogging for a few years over on Typepad. I recently took a long hiatus from all things tech--Facebook, digital photography, blogging--and though I enjoyed my time away, I'm more than ready to get back to it. Since it's spring and I'm making a fresh start in so many ways, I thought I'd make a fresh start with my blog, too. So here I am.
Rather than continue with a boring, rambling introduction I thought I'd share a post from Typepad that brought me back to blogging ...
So I've been away for awhile--a good, long while. I wish I could tell you that I've been up to all kinds of exciting things. I guess I can say that some of my time away has been spent on exciting things--helping my mom start an online business, recharging my batteries, getting organized. But the majority of my tech-free time has been spent on simple, non-exciting things like sitting on the couch in the evenings and watching really bad TV, reading tons and tons of books, spending hours perusing magazines, and daydreaming about spring and all of the things I want to do when the weather turns warmer.
Even though I haven't been around much lately, I still think about my blog and my blog "friends" all of the time. I've missed you. I love coming here and sharing the little things that are important to me. And I love visiting your blogs and reading about all of the things--little and not-so-little--that are important to you. You all make me smile.
I hope you all had a wonderful winter. The season was downright horrible here. The days and days of cold, dark, dreary weather took their toll on me. But the birds are singing now, the grass is turning green, the days are getting longer and warmer ... I always feel like this is the true beginning of my year. I don't know about you, but I'm ready!
I've been blogging for a few years over on Typepad. I recently took a long hiatus from all things tech--Facebook, digital photography, blogging--and though I enjoyed my time away, I'm more than ready to get back to it. Since it's spring and I'm making a fresh start in so many ways, I thought I'd make a fresh start with my blog, too. So here I am.
Rather than continue with a boring, rambling introduction I thought I'd share a post from Typepad that brought me back to blogging ...
So I've been away for awhile--a good, long while. I wish I could tell you that I've been up to all kinds of exciting things. I guess I can say that some of my time away has been spent on exciting things--helping my mom start an online business, recharging my batteries, getting organized. But the majority of my tech-free time has been spent on simple, non-exciting things like sitting on the couch in the evenings and watching really bad TV, reading tons and tons of books, spending hours perusing magazines, and daydreaming about spring and all of the things I want to do when the weather turns warmer.
Even though I haven't been around much lately, I still think about my blog and my blog "friends" all of the time. I've missed you. I love coming here and sharing the little things that are important to me. And I love visiting your blogs and reading about all of the things--little and not-so-little--that are important to you. You all make me smile.
I hope you all had a wonderful winter. The season was downright horrible here. The days and days of cold, dark, dreary weather took their toll on me. But the birds are singing now, the grass is turning green, the days are getting longer and warmer ... I always feel like this is the true beginning of my year. I don't know about you, but I'm ready!
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