I sold my Ortho-flex saddle, it was too small for my butt. Found a girl who fits that 14 1/2" saddle just fine, and I gave her a great deal! I was happy to do it too. Found myself a new Ortho-flex, put an offer on it, ( half of what they were asking...) imagine my surprise when they accepted my offer!!! Needless to say, called tha bank today for a "little loan" I am excited to see if this saddle fits me better! Love the Ortho-flex saddles though!! My trainer/instructor has been letting my ride in her stitchdown... heavenly!!! I am learning to post correctly, I am really enjoying my dressage lessons!! Thanks to my instructor!! Hopefully next year I will have the funds to also purchase a western Ortho-flex as well as the English equitation I just bought. I am still not looking forward to getting back up on Sahib, but I know the time is nearing. I am stronger in my core, and my balance and hopefully my balance recovery is faster! I did ask the trainer to see if she could work with Sahib and objects next to his side, ( when I fell last year, he got scared at seeing this object falling next to him and he ran.) Her response? LOL Well, she says to me, so you want me to prepare him in case you fall again?? it was funny at the time, my wording is no longer verbatim.
Speaking of strengthening, I graduated from the 12 week weight management course put on by our hospital this evening!!! Yay!! I dropped 4% of my bmi!!!! This is exciting for me!!! I am on the right track! I knew my shape was changing, just didn't know how much! I have dropped at least 1 size in clothing, and that is also exciting! I am not a clothes horse by any means, so I am not much for shopping, but I am going to celebrate by buying some new work out clothes!!
Our 12 week program celebrated tonight by having a potluck. We all were to bring healthy recipes using the skills we learned over the past 12 weeks. I brought homemade organic cracked wheat bread, and some of my honey!! It was a definite hit! Funny how in this heat, the yeast really rises quickly!! I had that bread made from start to finish in 3 hours! I also have made some ( hopefully ) lasting friendships within this group of positive role models!! As we got to know each other, we really had fun! It was rather uncomfortable at our first meetings to try to do things together, but as time passed, our rapport strengthened. Now, I am comfortable ribbing one of my new friends in the hall at work or just even saying hi out in the world... ( in my opinion, the act of greeting people out on the street, even total strangers is becoming a lost art...) There were some delicious foods there tonight. a few examples: sandwiches with sliced turkey, apple, spinach and mustard, whole wheat tortillas spread with natural peanut butter and sliced strawberries, a wonderful potato salad with italian dressing instead of mayo, a vegetable salad with green beans, red onions, cherry tomatoes, Italian dressing and feta cheese, an orange salad with cottage cheese mandarin oranges, sugar free jello, and whipped cream, and this terrifc torte with angel food cake, layered with butterscotch pudding, whipped cream, and sliced almonds.Quite a feast!! I can't wait to try some of these foods here at home!
My honey was a hit also, and several people from the group asked me to let them know when I will have more available this year!
Some day I will get back to writing my funny tales, but until then I am suffering from boring writer syndrome, so all my faithful readers are reduced to reading my boring drivel. But hey, at least I am not lying!!!
Monday, May 24, 2010
Sunday, May 9, 2010
Beekeeping
The bees are here!! My second year as a bonifide beekeeper ( maybe last year shouldn't count since my mentors did all the heavy work for me!). I was able to add one more hive this year, my original intention was to add 2 hives but sadly, my bees didn't survive the winter. It is very hard to keep bees in a hive alive through a Minnesota winter, esp like the one we had this past winter. I wasn't even able to get to my hives until the end of February, and even then the usual 5 minute walk took me like 20 minutes because every step was a struggle, I was hip deep in snow, and so I had to pull each leg out entirely to make the next step, it was truly exhausting! A great work out though... I thought I was going to have to give up before I even got to the hives though, I was just whipped! And quite disappointed to open that first hive and find a whole mess of dead bees in there. Then finding the same thing in the second was quite devastating. I knew I wasn't going to give up, but it did put quite a damper on any grand hive expansion I might have had in mind.
Happily, my mentor was with me this time for homing my bees, and so I actually have pictures to help me tell my beekeeping story. I don't have a camera, since mine took a swim in the Atlantic on our vacation to North Carolina in April of 2008. Hence the reason my blog isn't filled with pictures... Someday, it will be but right now a new camera just isn't the priority.
So, I have 3 2 lb packages of bees to place in their respective homes. Last Monday, that is exactly what my mentor/friend and I did!
Here is a picture story of putting bees into a hive:
This is my beekeeping getup, I am wearing 2 pairs of pants to try and protect my legs from getting stung, my sting repellent beekeeping jacket with hat and veil attached ( we discovered wearing a baseball cap under the hat helps hold the hat and veil in place better). Last, but not least are my trustly leather gloves, I don't have the sleeve length ones because it is easier for me to pull these on and off. Now we are ready to place the bees into their home.
First, we give them a good squirt with sugar water 1:1, as you can see, I have removed 2 frames from the box that is going to be the bees' new home.
First, we give them a good squirt with sugar water 1:1, as you can see, I have removed 2 frames from the box that is going to be the bees' new home.
Removing the sugarwater can from the package of bees, you can see the hive tool in my left hand, this is the beekeepers "do it all tool", Anything from removing burrcomb from the frames and top of the box, to loosening the frames from the boxes during the honey season ( bees LOVE to glue everything together with a substance called "propolis"), and there is a curved end that makes it look kind of like a crowbar for lifting items up, very handy tool. You can also see the bees are at the bottom of the package, this is because I have already pounded the box onto the ground to drop the bees to the bottom of the package.
Shaking the bees into the box, you can see the bees tumbling into the hive. This can be quite intimidating if you have a "hot" bunch of bees. This is also the point where it is vitally important to make sure you have your suit completely sealed, those bees can crawl into any opening!
Most of the bees have been released into their hive, and I am going to try to shake a few more out before leaving the box in front of the hive, waiting for the rest of the bees to leave the package.
This small cage contains the queen, this is the most important bee in the whole package, without her,the hive will not survive. She is packaged separately from the rest of the bees, first to prevent injury to her, and secondly to release her pheremones into the bees, so they recognize her as their queen, otherwise the potential is there for the bees to kill this queen. We marked all the queens this year, it is much easier to find a marked queen than not. I helped mark some of the queens this year, but it is quite nerveracking, because the queens are so valuable, I like to leave the marking to my mentors. Our queens were marked with green this year.
There they are!!!! All happy and homey in their new hive!! It will only take about a month for this hive to become a large hive of 60,000-100,000 bees.
For the first few weeks the bees will need to be fed, so I am placing a pollen pattie and a bag of sugar water on the hive, the frames are all put back into the hive, and I am ready to close up this hive. If you count you can see nine frames on this box, this is called a "deep box", and it will only contain brood ( which is the young bees), and some food for the brood, the queen will continue to lay eggs in these frames until they are filled, then I will add a second box, as she fills this one to 80-90%.That is an initial very incomplete lesson in beekeeping. I am loving it!! This is such a fascinating hobby, and it is good for the planet~! We are slowly but surely losing our natural pollinators, and I am just trying to do my part to be a responsible conservationist! Hope you enjoyed the pictures~! Thank you to my friend Harmony for taking them!
Monday, April 26, 2010
Tuning in and turning off
Just got home from my weekly weight management meeting. Tonight along with some heavy duty working out, the dietitians grilled some delicious food for us. The funny thing about food is, it ALWAYS tastes better when someone else prepares it! Even a peanut butter sandwich is so much better when someone else has made it for me! What does that mean??
Tonight, they grilled Tilapia with fresh herbs, parsnips and carrots seasoned with lemon zest, some Mrs. Dash, olive oil and after grilling topped with cilantro! It was delish!!And the crowning touch was grilled fruit! I never imagined mixing Mango with blueberries and grilling them!! But, it was quite a taste sensation for me, I though, love Mangos! Blueberries, not so much... I am learning though to like them as well.
The workout was a killer and it was all done with items one has around the house, no need for a gym membership! And I have to say, I was sweating with the best of them in that 25 minute workout! I feel so good though, cuz I can keep up with the fittest people in our class! I know my voyages to the club are paying off in spades!!! I am still trying to work out at least 5 days a week, often I find my week days are too busy to fit in a visit to the club, so then my weekends have to take up the slack. I had originally intended to work out all 7 days per week, but realistically even getting in 5 is sometimes a struggle. My hardest days are when my son also has a lesson planned for that day. For instance, Tues are really impossible since he has guitar lessons @ 4 pm, and I don't like to make more than one trip into town per day, this means, I have his guitar with me at work, and then need to get him to guitar by 4 and since the lseeon is only 1/2 hour, there isn't time for me to get to the club and even get my cardio done before it is time to pick him up from guitar. Sadly, this gym doesn't allow children under 16 to have a membership so Matt can't even work out there while I am exercising...Next year when my contract is up, I am switching to the other gym in town that DOES allow children to exercise... Until then, Tuesdays will continue to be a struggle I guess.
Love my personal trainer though, what a great guy! Totally motivating! I have not found working out to be fun yet, but he has promised me I will. Until then, it is a necessary evil...
On a great note, my fitness level increasing has made a difference in my horsemanship ( I think), and last week during my lesson, I got to work on posting!! I was always told I suck at posting, so I never really did it much, learned to ride a sitting trot ( probably not well, but I did it...) I was quite pleased to hear my instructor say, I could be posint with no stirrups in no time!! I know, killer but I love hearing that I can do things I never thought my obese shape could possibly do! This is a comforting thought!
On another note, my bees arrive next weekend!!! Yay!! I have added one more hive, and am keeping that in another location, first to spread the pollination around, second, because one of my neighbors has expressed an interest in keeping bees so hands on is the only good way to learn about beekeeping! Last year, I had around 8 gallons of honey from my 2 hives, this year, the bees have a head start since they don't have to build the comb, they can instantly start gathering nectar and pollen to make honey with!! How exciting!! Oh yeah, I am definitely NOT allergic to bees, contrary to another blog statement... I have had my Dr prescribe an epi pen though, just in case. My mentors are very helpful and always willing to answer my questions. We have been busy building bee boxes, and painting them! This time my third hive is going to be white, so I have a pink hive, a green hive and a white hive! Next year I hope to add a couple more hives again! Keeping the bees alive is the challenge here in Minnesota, most of the beekeepers I have visited with lost at least half of their hives most of us lost all our bees, no wonder there is a definite shortage of pollinators in the world! We have to figure out a way to keep these bees alive through a Minnesota winter! My mentors are working on breeding a hardy queen that can withstand the rigors of a harsh winter here in MN. I hope they are able to develop such a queen! Anyway, I am just tuning in to working out and turning off the junk food channel in my brain! Celebrating and wanting to share my victories, and my joy!
Tonight, they grilled Tilapia with fresh herbs, parsnips and carrots seasoned with lemon zest, some Mrs. Dash, olive oil and after grilling topped with cilantro! It was delish!!And the crowning touch was grilled fruit! I never imagined mixing Mango with blueberries and grilling them!! But, it was quite a taste sensation for me, I though, love Mangos! Blueberries, not so much... I am learning though to like them as well.
The workout was a killer and it was all done with items one has around the house, no need for a gym membership! And I have to say, I was sweating with the best of them in that 25 minute workout! I feel so good though, cuz I can keep up with the fittest people in our class! I know my voyages to the club are paying off in spades!!! I am still trying to work out at least 5 days a week, often I find my week days are too busy to fit in a visit to the club, so then my weekends have to take up the slack. I had originally intended to work out all 7 days per week, but realistically even getting in 5 is sometimes a struggle. My hardest days are when my son also has a lesson planned for that day. For instance, Tues are really impossible since he has guitar lessons @ 4 pm, and I don't like to make more than one trip into town per day, this means, I have his guitar with me at work, and then need to get him to guitar by 4 and since the lseeon is only 1/2 hour, there isn't time for me to get to the club and even get my cardio done before it is time to pick him up from guitar. Sadly, this gym doesn't allow children under 16 to have a membership so Matt can't even work out there while I am exercising...Next year when my contract is up, I am switching to the other gym in town that DOES allow children to exercise... Until then, Tuesdays will continue to be a struggle I guess.
Love my personal trainer though, what a great guy! Totally motivating! I have not found working out to be fun yet, but he has promised me I will. Until then, it is a necessary evil...
On a great note, my fitness level increasing has made a difference in my horsemanship ( I think), and last week during my lesson, I got to work on posting!! I was always told I suck at posting, so I never really did it much, learned to ride a sitting trot ( probably not well, but I did it...) I was quite pleased to hear my instructor say, I could be posint with no stirrups in no time!! I know, killer but I love hearing that I can do things I never thought my obese shape could possibly do! This is a comforting thought!
On another note, my bees arrive next weekend!!! Yay!! I have added one more hive, and am keeping that in another location, first to spread the pollination around, second, because one of my neighbors has expressed an interest in keeping bees so hands on is the only good way to learn about beekeeping! Last year, I had around 8 gallons of honey from my 2 hives, this year, the bees have a head start since they don't have to build the comb, they can instantly start gathering nectar and pollen to make honey with!! How exciting!! Oh yeah, I am definitely NOT allergic to bees, contrary to another blog statement... I have had my Dr prescribe an epi pen though, just in case. My mentors are very helpful and always willing to answer my questions. We have been busy building bee boxes, and painting them! This time my third hive is going to be white, so I have a pink hive, a green hive and a white hive! Next year I hope to add a couple more hives again! Keeping the bees alive is the challenge here in Minnesota, most of the beekeepers I have visited with lost at least half of their hives most of us lost all our bees, no wonder there is a definite shortage of pollinators in the world! We have to figure out a way to keep these bees alive through a Minnesota winter! My mentors are working on breeding a hardy queen that can withstand the rigors of a harsh winter here in MN. I hope they are able to develop such a queen! Anyway, I am just tuning in to working out and turning off the junk food channel in my brain! Celebrating and wanting to share my victories, and my joy!
Thursday, April 8, 2010
Yeah Baby!
Finally my health filled changes are starting to pay off!!! I had my bloodwork drawn yesterday, and today I called for the results. I am back within normal limits on my blood glucose levels!!!!! I have been quite worried since my last blood draw (Jan 2009), showed me to be prediabetic, that scared me into starting this blog, since this is a place for me to formulate my plans, vent and rant a little, entertain ( some...), and just generally journal about my every NORMAL life.
I am quite satisfied with my progress so far, as these are changes for life, this is an ongoing process, it didn't take me overnight to get to the size I am now, I am aware that it won't happen overnight for me to lose this weight and be back to more normal sizes. At my age, the difficulty has significantly increased for me to lose weight, sadly I am really struggling with that at this time. I AM down 10 lbs since I first started working out at the club,not an incredible number, but one I can live with, the best part of the whole fitness thing is my increased flexibility and increased core strength! I am so excited about that! I can do crunches into next week if I had to now!! Thank heavens I don't, cuz I really hate crunches! I can also now jog for at least a mile, but I have always liked slow jogging, I used to run quite often, but that was like 22 years ago. I have enjoyed going to the club more and more. At first, it was quite intimidating for me, but I realized the people going there had no interest in pointing fingers and laughing at the far person trying to work out. They are all there for the same reason I am, to increase or keep the current physical fitness level they are at or want to be at.
The personal trainer who is working with me has showed me so many exercises that include my stability ball, that I should never ever get bored working on that thing! I am so happy and grateful to this guy for encouraging me and showing me that I can do anything for 3 minutes!!! Thank you Scott!!! He is also a certified athletic trainer, so he understands my limitations regarding the life changing injuries I sustained falling from Sahib last summer. He has been careful to make a routine that doesn't tax the prosthesis in my right elbow, and he has showed me great exercises for the partially torn rotator cuff on my left side! in addition to those first noticed injuries, last fall, my right knee swelled and got incredibly painful, and in a few days ( as any orthopedic person will tell you), the quad strength in that leg was all but gone. I couldn't even climb the steps into the house with that leg, bending it past 45 degree was next to impossible, so I really struggled getting in and out of the bath tub. But I LOVE baths! So, with the help of my son, I was able to get in and out of the tub. the MRI showed a meniscal tear, and moderate degeneration of my medial and lateral cartilage. I knew I was in serious trouble... Had a cortizone injection done, and that took down the swelling but, didn't help the pain much, and certainly didn't make the weakness any better. Joining the gym has taken away all the pain in my knee!!! I was bracing myself for some more surgery this summer ( when I wouldn't have to do chores), thankfully, this is not going to be necessary!!! Yay for me!!!! My arms are both much stronger, and although I still have some tendonitis in my right arm ( probably always will, but it is tolerable), I can do things now! I dismounted from my lesson horse to the ground last Saturday!!!! I didn't know if I had the strength to support my body with that arm to a ground dismount, hurray I can!! I am celebrating my return to fitness!!! YES!!! Abd as an added bonus, I get to watch some really beautifully muscular bodies around me work out!! I admit having a weakness for a chiseled muscular body, anyone with sculpted muscles gets my admiration!!
At the same time I am celebrating my fight back to health, my son and I are mourning the loss of Tommy our much loved and highly mischeivous cat. Last Thursday was my son's birthday, so we decided to have a hookie day away from school and work. We headed off to Como Zoo and the Science Museum with the Dead Sea Scrolls exhibit. Toured the zoo, and the Conservatory ( we got a taste of the tropics there!!!), and then headed over to the SM. The Dead Sea Scrolls were quite interesting to me, but about a 20 minute jaunt for the preteen. Of course, this meant that we left the SM at 4:30 PM, which also means we ended up in the worst part of prime time rush hour, on the most congested part of the Twin Cities! I am no city driver, that is for sure, so this created a mountain of stress for me, but I thought I handled it well, with no profanity spilling from my lips. My son takes great delight in correcting me here. I apparently DID swear some, just not as much as usual when I am stressed.
Anway, we got home and let the critters out for an outside trek around the yard. Taz and Tommy, the 2 cats included. They didn't want to come in when we all came in from doing chores so I figured they would come in before bed. At bedtime, I called and called for them and neither one came, they have done this before, so I figured they were out hunting, and would be back waiting at the door as usual in the morning.
The next morning rolls around and Taz is waiting at the door, but no sign of Tommy, I called and called for him but, he didn't come. I didn't really think anything of it until I started out on the highway heading for work. There was Tommy's body, he had been hit by a car and killed. All I could do was get him off the highway, onto the shoulder, I had no time to bury him and I certainly didn't want my son to see his beloved cat. Arriving at work, I tearfully explained what had happened to Tommy, and asked if I might be able to leave early to go home and bury him. Work was more than willing to accomodate my request, they know how much we care about the pets in our lives. Then, I thought of some friends of mine, I would not usually consider asking for a favor like the one I was about to call and ask for, but this seemed like the time one could consider asking for this kind of help. I called my friend Harmony, and asked if she would be willing to go over and bury Tommy for me. Immediately, she told me she could certainly do that for me, because that is what friends do. I asked that my son not see the body, and since I was unable to reach him via telephone ( I thought he was still sleeping, turns out, he too, was outside calling and calling for Tommy) that she break the news of Tommy's death to him. I felt getting his body into the earth the soonest was the best measure in these circumstances, and I am so grateful to my friends for doing this for me! Thank you friend!!
So, this blog contains a goodbye... Goodbye Tommy, our much loved silly cat!! I miss having you sleep in front of the computer screen so I can't read what I type. I miss listening for your Siamese yowl when you have determined there is something you need ( like being let out of a closed room). I know we will miss having our tree tipped several times next Christmas time. Tommy, we will miss you playing in the bathtub in the middle of the night. We miss watching your antics as you play with Taz or stage a mock attack on Bailey the doxie. Taz misses you and looks for you daily and nightly. I miss you sleeping by my head at night, I wake up and reach for your silky fur listening for you thundering purr and then realize, you aren't there... Grief is so hard, it hurts so much... if I had it to do over, I would have kept you safely inside, and never allowed you to experience the delight of the outdoors. I know you are in a much better place now, but that doesn't make the hurt of missing you any less. Someday, we will see you again, pretty Tommy but until then know that we will always love you in our hearts and will miss you always.
I am quite satisfied with my progress so far, as these are changes for life, this is an ongoing process, it didn't take me overnight to get to the size I am now, I am aware that it won't happen overnight for me to lose this weight and be back to more normal sizes. At my age, the difficulty has significantly increased for me to lose weight, sadly I am really struggling with that at this time. I AM down 10 lbs since I first started working out at the club,not an incredible number, but one I can live with, the best part of the whole fitness thing is my increased flexibility and increased core strength! I am so excited about that! I can do crunches into next week if I had to now!! Thank heavens I don't, cuz I really hate crunches! I can also now jog for at least a mile, but I have always liked slow jogging, I used to run quite often, but that was like 22 years ago. I have enjoyed going to the club more and more. At first, it was quite intimidating for me, but I realized the people going there had no interest in pointing fingers and laughing at the far person trying to work out. They are all there for the same reason I am, to increase or keep the current physical fitness level they are at or want to be at.
The personal trainer who is working with me has showed me so many exercises that include my stability ball, that I should never ever get bored working on that thing! I am so happy and grateful to this guy for encouraging me and showing me that I can do anything for 3 minutes!!! Thank you Scott!!! He is also a certified athletic trainer, so he understands my limitations regarding the life changing injuries I sustained falling from Sahib last summer. He has been careful to make a routine that doesn't tax the prosthesis in my right elbow, and he has showed me great exercises for the partially torn rotator cuff on my left side! in addition to those first noticed injuries, last fall, my right knee swelled and got incredibly painful, and in a few days ( as any orthopedic person will tell you), the quad strength in that leg was all but gone. I couldn't even climb the steps into the house with that leg, bending it past 45 degree was next to impossible, so I really struggled getting in and out of the bath tub. But I LOVE baths! So, with the help of my son, I was able to get in and out of the tub. the MRI showed a meniscal tear, and moderate degeneration of my medial and lateral cartilage. I knew I was in serious trouble... Had a cortizone injection done, and that took down the swelling but, didn't help the pain much, and certainly didn't make the weakness any better. Joining the gym has taken away all the pain in my knee!!! I was bracing myself for some more surgery this summer ( when I wouldn't have to do chores), thankfully, this is not going to be necessary!!! Yay for me!!!! My arms are both much stronger, and although I still have some tendonitis in my right arm ( probably always will, but it is tolerable), I can do things now! I dismounted from my lesson horse to the ground last Saturday!!!! I didn't know if I had the strength to support my body with that arm to a ground dismount, hurray I can!! I am celebrating my return to fitness!!! YES!!! Abd as an added bonus, I get to watch some really beautifully muscular bodies around me work out!! I admit having a weakness for a chiseled muscular body, anyone with sculpted muscles gets my admiration!!
At the same time I am celebrating my fight back to health, my son and I are mourning the loss of Tommy our much loved and highly mischeivous cat. Last Thursday was my son's birthday, so we decided to have a hookie day away from school and work. We headed off to Como Zoo and the Science Museum with the Dead Sea Scrolls exhibit. Toured the zoo, and the Conservatory ( we got a taste of the tropics there!!!), and then headed over to the SM. The Dead Sea Scrolls were quite interesting to me, but about a 20 minute jaunt for the preteen. Of course, this meant that we left the SM at 4:30 PM, which also means we ended up in the worst part of prime time rush hour, on the most congested part of the Twin Cities! I am no city driver, that is for sure, so this created a mountain of stress for me, but I thought I handled it well, with no profanity spilling from my lips. My son takes great delight in correcting me here. I apparently DID swear some, just not as much as usual when I am stressed.
Anway, we got home and let the critters out for an outside trek around the yard. Taz and Tommy, the 2 cats included. They didn't want to come in when we all came in from doing chores so I figured they would come in before bed. At bedtime, I called and called for them and neither one came, they have done this before, so I figured they were out hunting, and would be back waiting at the door as usual in the morning.
The next morning rolls around and Taz is waiting at the door, but no sign of Tommy, I called and called for him but, he didn't come. I didn't really think anything of it until I started out on the highway heading for work. There was Tommy's body, he had been hit by a car and killed. All I could do was get him off the highway, onto the shoulder, I had no time to bury him and I certainly didn't want my son to see his beloved cat. Arriving at work, I tearfully explained what had happened to Tommy, and asked if I might be able to leave early to go home and bury him. Work was more than willing to accomodate my request, they know how much we care about the pets in our lives. Then, I thought of some friends of mine, I would not usually consider asking for a favor like the one I was about to call and ask for, but this seemed like the time one could consider asking for this kind of help. I called my friend Harmony, and asked if she would be willing to go over and bury Tommy for me. Immediately, she told me she could certainly do that for me, because that is what friends do. I asked that my son not see the body, and since I was unable to reach him via telephone ( I thought he was still sleeping, turns out, he too, was outside calling and calling for Tommy) that she break the news of Tommy's death to him. I felt getting his body into the earth the soonest was the best measure in these circumstances, and I am so grateful to my friends for doing this for me! Thank you friend!!
So, this blog contains a goodbye... Goodbye Tommy, our much loved silly cat!! I miss having you sleep in front of the computer screen so I can't read what I type. I miss listening for your Siamese yowl when you have determined there is something you need ( like being let out of a closed room). I know we will miss having our tree tipped several times next Christmas time. Tommy, we will miss you playing in the bathtub in the middle of the night. We miss watching your antics as you play with Taz or stage a mock attack on Bailey the doxie. Taz misses you and looks for you daily and nightly. I miss you sleeping by my head at night, I wake up and reach for your silky fur listening for you thundering purr and then realize, you aren't there... Grief is so hard, it hurts so much... if I had it to do over, I would have kept you safely inside, and never allowed you to experience the delight of the outdoors. I know you are in a much better place now, but that doesn't make the hurt of missing you any less. Someday, we will see you again, pretty Tommy but until then know that we will always love you in our hearts and will miss you always.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
self worth
I happened to look at my horoscope today, and instead of some crass, inane forcast about my day, there was this single profound statment. This is what is important to me and it came from the Star Tribune Horoscope:
"Your value is not dependent on how many people are "friending" you on a social networking site -- or in real life. You determine your value, and popularity has nothing to do with it."
How much this statement means to me, I have my own self worth, I am making life-time changes for myself. Not because someone wants to cyberbully me, or attempt to intimidate me or even tell lies about me. I hope people who read this are able to make the same applicable changes for their own lives.
About my journey into these changes, they are on multiple levels and at different stages all of them. I am trying to be more aware of my eating habits, and try to make clear and healthy choices for everything. Of course, sometimes I am going to slip, but, I am right back on track slugging away at these unwanted pounds as determinedly as I can be. I joined the 12 week wellness program put on by the hospital, every week we weigh in so I have to be accountable, not only to me, but to the personal trainer and the dietitians who have personally designed a program suited just for me. I want to be a success story for them as well as myself.
I have been religious about working out 5 times a week. I can really tell in my arm strength, and my core strength increasing has improved my balance significantly. I don't fall nearly as often, which is good, but not nearly as entertaining to my horses as when I wasn't as stable in my core. I fell a lot then. And of course, after I fall there is always some significant profanity following said event. I admit, I don't always get to the club to workout, but if I don't get there, I make a plan to do something at home, either with my workout DVD's or I take a walk down the state trail in front of our house. Last night was one of those nights, I knew I wasn't going to the club, so I took a mile and a half walk down the trail, accompanied by 5 dogs, and 1 cat, ( I don't think Tommy knew what he was getting himself into, but once we got as far away as we were, he no choice but to follow us home!) Poor Tommy will probably not want to walk with us ever again! He was so funny! I love putting on my iPod and just walking to the beat, some of my favorite songs to walk to are by Queen, so I have learned many of their songs by heart. Another song I can really get a power walk going to is by The WeatherGirls, it is called; "Its Raining Men", love that song!! It has such a peppy beat, and it is just fun to listen to the words to for me. I enjoy my walks outside tremendously, and am grateful for the trail to walk on so my pets and I are semi protected from the dangers of road traffic.
I have renewed friendships with some of my high school friends, the tried and true friends that even though I hadn't seen or spoken with them for many, many years, it felt as though we had just talked yesterday. They will be my friends for an eternity, this I know. These are the people who know me for who I really am, not some fly by night friendship that only ends in hurt and betrayal. These are the people I can share something in confidence and not have it proclaimed in a half truth to everyone who would listen. That happened to me, I guess it wasn't a reflection so much on me as it was on the character of the person who did that to me. Needless to say, this friendhsip didn't survive... It involved some of those changes for life...
"Your value is not dependent on how many people are "friending" you on a social networking site -- or in real life. You determine your value, and popularity has nothing to do with it."
How much this statement means to me, I have my own self worth, I am making life-time changes for myself. Not because someone wants to cyberbully me, or attempt to intimidate me or even tell lies about me. I hope people who read this are able to make the same applicable changes for their own lives.
About my journey into these changes, they are on multiple levels and at different stages all of them. I am trying to be more aware of my eating habits, and try to make clear and healthy choices for everything. Of course, sometimes I am going to slip, but, I am right back on track slugging away at these unwanted pounds as determinedly as I can be. I joined the 12 week wellness program put on by the hospital, every week we weigh in so I have to be accountable, not only to me, but to the personal trainer and the dietitians who have personally designed a program suited just for me. I want to be a success story for them as well as myself.
I have been religious about working out 5 times a week. I can really tell in my arm strength, and my core strength increasing has improved my balance significantly. I don't fall nearly as often, which is good, but not nearly as entertaining to my horses as when I wasn't as stable in my core. I fell a lot then. And of course, after I fall there is always some significant profanity following said event. I admit, I don't always get to the club to workout, but if I don't get there, I make a plan to do something at home, either with my workout DVD's or I take a walk down the state trail in front of our house. Last night was one of those nights, I knew I wasn't going to the club, so I took a mile and a half walk down the trail, accompanied by 5 dogs, and 1 cat, ( I don't think Tommy knew what he was getting himself into, but once we got as far away as we were, he no choice but to follow us home!) Poor Tommy will probably not want to walk with us ever again! He was so funny! I love putting on my iPod and just walking to the beat, some of my favorite songs to walk to are by Queen, so I have learned many of their songs by heart. Another song I can really get a power walk going to is by The WeatherGirls, it is called; "Its Raining Men", love that song!! It has such a peppy beat, and it is just fun to listen to the words to for me. I enjoy my walks outside tremendously, and am grateful for the trail to walk on so my pets and I are semi protected from the dangers of road traffic.
I have renewed friendships with some of my high school friends, the tried and true friends that even though I hadn't seen or spoken with them for many, many years, it felt as though we had just talked yesterday. They will be my friends for an eternity, this I know. These are the people who know me for who I really am, not some fly by night friendship that only ends in hurt and betrayal. These are the people I can share something in confidence and not have it proclaimed in a half truth to everyone who would listen. That happened to me, I guess it wasn't a reflection so much on me as it was on the character of the person who did that to me. Needless to say, this friendhsip didn't survive... It involved some of those changes for life...
Saturday, March 20, 2010
Well, well
Well: A hole with water in it, has always been my standard smart-ass comment, turns out, this IS true, but, some wells are better than others. Our well, is among those that need replacing. A friend of mine and I were discussing the amazing coincidence that our knowledge base increases with home ownership. I would never have known what a "flowing well "was without being a home owner. A flowing well is the same as an artisan well, ( which I always thought was a "good "thing) but, not all artisan wells are created alike. Our well is a very shallow well, ( 27 ft with the top being 4 feet below ground level), I always knew it was shallow but, had no idea HOW shallow it really is.
It all started last Fri night, as I was doing chores, I heard a strange sound, like water running through a stream. I shined the light on our well, and the water was gushing around the well like a fountain. This didn't look good to me, so I headed inside and called a well company, of course, they wer not open, so I left a message, and then figured, I better shut off my well, but, first I called my friend who has recently had well problems, to see what she thought. Her well knowledge has increased substantially the past couple of years also. She felt if I were to shut off the well, I should also pop the circuit breakerto the water heater, so I didn't add insult to injury by also wearing out the elements on my hot water heater if the water were to drop in the heater. I hastened to do this since we all know how I feel about my hot water!!! In case I haven't mentioned it before, I love, love, love hot running water!!! so, now, the well is off, the hot water heater is off, but, there is enough water in the pressure tank to flush toilets and so forth.
Called a well company, and explained what was going on. He agreed with the measures presently being taken, and that I would be alright until Monday when I would not have to pay an emergency well call. Monday, the well company was making arangements for repairing said well, and excavating company had come out and looked at the job, ( actually 2, because I called another friend of mine who works for an excavating company also and he came out and looked at the mess.
Both excavating companies expressed concern for being able to dig out the well to repair the problem. So, I call the well company again Monday night and talk to them about the reluctance of said excavators to do the work. He decides to come out and take a look himself on Tues. Low, and behold, between him and my excavator friend, they come to the conclusion that there isn't a hole in the well casing (that is what was orginally suspected), but, that the seal around the well pit itself has developed a leak. Apparently, this is BAD. About 8 grand bad...I have to have a new well, because groundwater can potentially seep into my well contaminating the water in it. So, although there is plenty of water, and plenty of water pressure, there is no good water to drink. As this isn't an emergency ( we can purchase bottled water), I am going to save up a substantial amount ( hopefully, we all know about those "best laid plans"), and by fall, I can have a new well dug, and I won't owe the bank a fortune, along with wanting to make my annual "hay loan". The banker I work with agrees, and was actually pleased that a well wasn't the 15 grand he pictured it would be...!
Looking back on this week, I once again, have been educated in something I had not a clue about. I guess this is a bonus of not living life with a sliver spoon in my mouth. I am willing to learn new things, and every piece of knowledge I gain is a plus! Life is good...
It all started last Fri night, as I was doing chores, I heard a strange sound, like water running through a stream. I shined the light on our well, and the water was gushing around the well like a fountain. This didn't look good to me, so I headed inside and called a well company, of course, they wer not open, so I left a message, and then figured, I better shut off my well, but, first I called my friend who has recently had well problems, to see what she thought. Her well knowledge has increased substantially the past couple of years also. She felt if I were to shut off the well, I should also pop the circuit breakerto the water heater, so I didn't add insult to injury by also wearing out the elements on my hot water heater if the water were to drop in the heater. I hastened to do this since we all know how I feel about my hot water!!! In case I haven't mentioned it before, I love, love, love hot running water!!! so, now, the well is off, the hot water heater is off, but, there is enough water in the pressure tank to flush toilets and so forth.
Called a well company, and explained what was going on. He agreed with the measures presently being taken, and that I would be alright until Monday when I would not have to pay an emergency well call. Monday, the well company was making arangements for repairing said well, and excavating company had come out and looked at the job, ( actually 2, because I called another friend of mine who works for an excavating company also and he came out and looked at the mess.
Both excavating companies expressed concern for being able to dig out the well to repair the problem. So, I call the well company again Monday night and talk to them about the reluctance of said excavators to do the work. He decides to come out and take a look himself on Tues. Low, and behold, between him and my excavator friend, they come to the conclusion that there isn't a hole in the well casing (that is what was orginally suspected), but, that the seal around the well pit itself has developed a leak. Apparently, this is BAD. About 8 grand bad...I have to have a new well, because groundwater can potentially seep into my well contaminating the water in it. So, although there is plenty of water, and plenty of water pressure, there is no good water to drink. As this isn't an emergency ( we can purchase bottled water), I am going to save up a substantial amount ( hopefully, we all know about those "best laid plans"), and by fall, I can have a new well dug, and I won't owe the bank a fortune, along with wanting to make my annual "hay loan". The banker I work with agrees, and was actually pleased that a well wasn't the 15 grand he pictured it would be...!
Looking back on this week, I once again, have been educated in something I had not a clue about. I guess this is a bonus of not living life with a sliver spoon in my mouth. I am willing to learn new things, and every piece of knowledge I gain is a plus! Life is good...
Saturday, March 13, 2010
The Club House
Ever have just a word or a phrase bring back some powerful memories? This happens to me often, ( maybe I live in the past ) well, this morning while during a Facebook written conversation, an old friend of mine mentioned these three small words. Doing so brought an unexpected but, entirely welcomed set of memories. I hope to share them here.
When I was 9 our family had a terrible fire,the chimney on our house blew up June 4, 1974. Our house dogs awoke my parents, who in turn made their way into our bedrooms and led us into the upstairs bathroom, which had a window that opened onto the roof of the kitchen. We escaped the house via the window, but, then, it was a 12-14 foot drop to the ground. My dad jumped off the roof and landed unharmed, and retrieved a ladder for the rest of us to clamber down. They loaded all of us frightened smoke filled kids into the car, and were about to leave for some help ( we lived in the country and my grandparents home was a mile away). We heard the dogs barking in the house and my parents tried to get into the house to rescue them, but, the smoke was too thick. They turned away from the house and we raced to my grandparents ( it was around 4:00 am). The fire dept was there within minutes, but, it was too late to save our pets, we lost Pepper ( a Vizla), Shotzie( a Dachshund), Mitzi ( a Miniature Poodle) , Trixie ( Doxie /Poodle X puppy), and Scooter ( our Siamese cat). I was devastated. I was inconsolable for a long time. I still had my horse Sundance, and my sisters and brother were all still with me, but, my friends the animals were gone...
It got better, I met some new friends from the town next to ours, and they also had horses and lived nearby. We lived with my granparents until my mom and dad could figure out what to do next. Our horses lived at my grandparents farm because the place we lived at was rented and there was not barn for the horses nor was there enough land for the 6 horses we had. After our chores were done for the day, of course we would take off on horseback to meet our friends and we would spend the day together doing fun things, raiding neighborhood kitchens ( the neighbor ladies LOVED company, even if it was a bunch of hungry kids), taking our horses swimming in the creek, riding to the village for Pixie Sticks and a can of pop. Gosh even now, these memories are so powerful, I can still see myself on Sunny, soaked to the bone, he and I,... laughing at someone who must have fallen off in the water. The smell of a lazy summer afternoon, laying on the the back of my mellow horse, just soaking up the summer sun. Triumphantly cantering down the road with a can of Orange Crush in my hand and a handful of Pixie Sticks n my pocket, leading the way to our "secret Hideout", so we could laugh and giggle as we ate and drank our succulent treats.
That was the first summer, subsequently, we started spending more time together during the school year also, even though we attended rival schools. Now, this is a story for another time...
During that summer though, we discovered my grandparents old brooderhouse. Gosh, it looked just the right size for us to have a clubhouse!!!!! So, after securing permission and help we planned out the refurbishment of the "clubhouse". It was painted the typical "Barnyard Red", and my grandpa found windows that fit the casings and secured them into place. He also made not only a door to fit the clubhouse, but, also, a screen door, so we could have the cool evening breezes enter into our new clubhouse. Gandma made pretty curtains ( white with tiny roses on them), we put down a spare piece of linoleum, Mom and Dad gave us an old couch and a small table and chairs sat in front of the windows.
There were extra benches for people to sit on. Dad strung a wire from the garage to the "clubhouse" and there was light... our clubhouse was complete! Everyone wanted to become a member of "The Club". Our cousins wanted to sleep in the clubhouse when they came out from the city to visit .( of course, we shared...)
We spent many hours inside the clubhouse doing things young horse-crazy girls do. Reading Horse and Rider, Horseman and Horse Of Course magazines. We made made patches of a horse head ( in purple satin no less!) to sew on our jackets ( think Trixie Beldon, she was a strong influence...) We had meetings monthly... We brought books to share ( horse stories of course) I signed up to be a penpal on Horse Of Course, and spent many hours re reading and writing back to the many penpals who responded to my request for a penpal. We planned our next horse back excursions, where we would go, and who we would visit. We daydreamed about our lives ( the horses and the boys in them , yep, we were now pre-teens, and we discovered BOYS!) The time spent in our clubhouse seemed endless, and it was a friend sometimes when the pressures of being a young person with low self esteem seemed overwhelming.
We spent a couple of years sharing dreams and time with our beloved clubhouse, sadly, our lives were turning in new directions; school dances, sports, new friends boys, boys, boys.... The clubhouse became forgotten. By the time we reached eighth grade we were not spending much time at all within its welcoming walls. The clubhouse was now just a fixture on my grandparents farm. Over the years, it lost its cheery curtains, storms broke out the windows, my grandparents passed away, and we grew up.
I had the opportunity last spring to visit my grandparents old farm, and with the intention of possibly purchasing the clubhouse for my son, restoring its former glory I went to see it with optimism in my heart. Sadly, it is decomposed beyond salvage, the roof is fallen in, there are no windows left intact, the floor is rotted through. Time has ravaged our beloved clubhouse more than any act of vandalism ever could.
This is my tribute to our clubhouse, ,although it will not see another generation of children grow up in its walls, it will live on in my memories and on this blog as well as in the memories of some of my closest childhood friends!,
When I was 9 our family had a terrible fire,the chimney on our house blew up June 4, 1974. Our house dogs awoke my parents, who in turn made their way into our bedrooms and led us into the upstairs bathroom, which had a window that opened onto the roof of the kitchen. We escaped the house via the window, but, then, it was a 12-14 foot drop to the ground. My dad jumped off the roof and landed unharmed, and retrieved a ladder for the rest of us to clamber down. They loaded all of us frightened smoke filled kids into the car, and were about to leave for some help ( we lived in the country and my grandparents home was a mile away). We heard the dogs barking in the house and my parents tried to get into the house to rescue them, but, the smoke was too thick. They turned away from the house and we raced to my grandparents ( it was around 4:00 am). The fire dept was there within minutes, but, it was too late to save our pets, we lost Pepper ( a Vizla), Shotzie( a Dachshund), Mitzi ( a Miniature Poodle) , Trixie ( Doxie /Poodle X puppy), and Scooter ( our Siamese cat). I was devastated. I was inconsolable for a long time. I still had my horse Sundance, and my sisters and brother were all still with me, but, my friends the animals were gone...
It got better, I met some new friends from the town next to ours, and they also had horses and lived nearby. We lived with my granparents until my mom and dad could figure out what to do next. Our horses lived at my grandparents farm because the place we lived at was rented and there was not barn for the horses nor was there enough land for the 6 horses we had. After our chores were done for the day, of course we would take off on horseback to meet our friends and we would spend the day together doing fun things, raiding neighborhood kitchens ( the neighbor ladies LOVED company, even if it was a bunch of hungry kids), taking our horses swimming in the creek, riding to the village for Pixie Sticks and a can of pop. Gosh even now, these memories are so powerful, I can still see myself on Sunny, soaked to the bone, he and I,... laughing at someone who must have fallen off in the water. The smell of a lazy summer afternoon, laying on the the back of my mellow horse, just soaking up the summer sun. Triumphantly cantering down the road with a can of Orange Crush in my hand and a handful of Pixie Sticks n my pocket, leading the way to our "secret Hideout", so we could laugh and giggle as we ate and drank our succulent treats.
That was the first summer, subsequently, we started spending more time together during the school year also, even though we attended rival schools. Now, this is a story for another time...
During that summer though, we discovered my grandparents old brooderhouse. Gosh, it looked just the right size for us to have a clubhouse!!!!! So, after securing permission and help we planned out the refurbishment of the "clubhouse". It was painted the typical "Barnyard Red", and my grandpa found windows that fit the casings and secured them into place. He also made not only a door to fit the clubhouse, but, also, a screen door, so we could have the cool evening breezes enter into our new clubhouse. Gandma made pretty curtains ( white with tiny roses on them), we put down a spare piece of linoleum, Mom and Dad gave us an old couch and a small table and chairs sat in front of the windows.
There were extra benches for people to sit on. Dad strung a wire from the garage to the "clubhouse" and there was light... our clubhouse was complete! Everyone wanted to become a member of "The Club". Our cousins wanted to sleep in the clubhouse when they came out from the city to visit .( of course, we shared...)
We spent many hours inside the clubhouse doing things young horse-crazy girls do. Reading Horse and Rider, Horseman and Horse Of Course magazines. We made made patches of a horse head ( in purple satin no less!) to sew on our jackets ( think Trixie Beldon, she was a strong influence...) We had meetings monthly... We brought books to share ( horse stories of course) I signed up to be a penpal on Horse Of Course, and spent many hours re reading and writing back to the many penpals who responded to my request for a penpal. We planned our next horse back excursions, where we would go, and who we would visit. We daydreamed about our lives ( the horses and the boys in them , yep, we were now pre-teens, and we discovered BOYS!) The time spent in our clubhouse seemed endless, and it was a friend sometimes when the pressures of being a young person with low self esteem seemed overwhelming.
We spent a couple of years sharing dreams and time with our beloved clubhouse, sadly, our lives were turning in new directions; school dances, sports, new friends boys, boys, boys.... The clubhouse became forgotten. By the time we reached eighth grade we were not spending much time at all within its welcoming walls. The clubhouse was now just a fixture on my grandparents farm. Over the years, it lost its cheery curtains, storms broke out the windows, my grandparents passed away, and we grew up.
I had the opportunity last spring to visit my grandparents old farm, and with the intention of possibly purchasing the clubhouse for my son, restoring its former glory I went to see it with optimism in my heart. Sadly, it is decomposed beyond salvage, the roof is fallen in, there are no windows left intact, the floor is rotted through. Time has ravaged our beloved clubhouse more than any act of vandalism ever could.
This is my tribute to our clubhouse, ,although it will not see another generation of children grow up in its walls, it will live on in my memories and on this blog as well as in the memories of some of my closest childhood friends!,
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