Last Friday I got to stay home with Shaun because he had a fever. He acted fine otherwise, so I blamed it on a tooth. He does have a whole mouthful. By Tuesday night/Wednesday morning he had what I call a “smokers cough.” It was awful sounding and accompanied by a runny nose. Once he got his nose and throat cleared out he was back to his normal goofy self. However, I didn’t want to be “that mother” who brought the hacking, snotting sick kid to the babysitter, so I stayed home with him yesterday. He did give me some peace and quiet in the morning and slept until 9:30 a.m. I was up at 6:30 a.m., working on a story while he was sleeping. I’m sure my boss and co-workers appreciated me having my story to them in a timely manner. He was feeling a lot better by the time his dad got home, and I got some peace and quiet – heading out for a quick ride. I really, really don’t like it when he’s sick especially since I hardly know the right thing to do. But some how we manage to make it.
I had the opportunity to take some photos of a friend of mine’s stud horse, GUY$POCKETFULLOFCA$H. (I use the term stud horse, because I despise stallion..) Anyway, when we finished taking the formal shots to be used for their ad, I suggested getting some action shots. I was excited to see what they looked like on the computer so I put them on my Mac as soon as I got home. I played around with the action shots some because the focus was a little soft. I sure like the result of this one.
I used to have a nice looking living room. Now not so much. Any given day it ends up looking like this:
But that was taken on a good day.
It’s hard to keep up when you are usually the only one picking up after a one year old. His normal routine is to drag about every toy out he can and drop it when he’s tired of it. The babysitter quickly learned his tricks and now she has him picking up his toys at her house. My house not so much.
Maybe I need to school on him some? Of course I’d probably end up being the one who gets schooled!
I’m not much one for either religion or politics. Ask my husband or my coworkers and they know the glassy-eyed look I get when they start talking about politics. I can’t stand the rhetoric and the crap that goes along with elections, lawmaking and the like. Sure, I will go vote and do my part as far as that goes, but part of me always questions, “Why go vote? My one little vote will not change the world.” But I continue to do it anyway, hoping my vote would be the one that was needed.
Religion has always been an issue with me. Sure, I believe in God, and I believe I will go to heaven when it is my time, but why must I have someone tell me that their way is better than mine? Or if I repeat a certain prayer 82395984752 times, I will get into heaven that much faster. Or go to church every Sunday. Or confess my sins in front of someone. Or give money to the church. I don’t get some of the things people do in certain religions or why they think just because they practice a certain religion that they are a better human being than those of other religions. Because they are not. Heck, in my eyes some of the things they do to become a “better _______” make them a not-so-nice individual.
I was raised in the Lutheran church and confirmed in it, but I can count on one hand the number of times I have been in that church since I graduated from college. My mantra has always been, “You don’t have to go to church to believe in God.” And believe me, I do believe.
When it was time for me to get married, the one thing I was certain of during the wedding planning process was I didn’t want to get married in a church. Nothing against the church or the pastors, it just didn’t fit me or my beliefs. I was perfectly happy with the cowboy preacher that we chose. I truly believe Boyd had a special connection with the Lord and you could see it when he got to preaching.
I think of God when I see the works of Mother Nature. Someone had to create those things – the beautiful sunrises and sunsets, the heat and the cold, even the annoying bugs. Riding through the pastures in the early morning make all of those creations evident to me. Even the dive bombing birds, rattle snakes and the badger hissing at me. I thank the Lord I am able to saddle my horse and enjoy a ride before my day really begins.
Definition of APPRECIATION
b : sensitive awareness; especially : recognition of aesthetic values
c : an expression of admiration, approval, or gratitude
After being gone for nearly a full week for a work event, I was thinking about how to show my appreciation to those around me. While I was gone, my husband and the rest of my family pitched in to take care of things on the home front. I even brought home some tokens of my appreciation to help try to repay them. Although to some a $10 t-shirt may not be the same monetarily as the time and money they spent covering for me, it’s the thought that counts. Right? I spent countless hours walking to and from shops in Albuquerque and Santa Fe looking for the right gifts that fit my budget and that I thought they would like to own. Tough work huh? I love each person who helped me out and sure appreciate all they did for me while I was gone and every other time they help me out. And for some of them, it is quite often!
As the middle child, I often feel like I am forgotten. My husband, although raised similarly, he too is a middle child and has the same feelings about being over looked as I do. So it’s easy for me to feel under appreciated and overlooked. I’m not a big talker – I listen – and only try to express my opinions when something really strikes a chord with me. I don’t talk just to talk. Vicious little cycle.
As I mentioned before, I try to find a way to express my appreciation for those around me, but recently I have encountered some not-so-nice people in my life and it makes it very hard for me to continue for them to be in my life. It’s tough when you have to deal with someone who is so self-absorbed that they really, truly can’t see the damage they are doing to themselves and those they chose to surround themselves with.
So instead of sitting here and wondering how to handle this person who has no appreciation for anything I am going to do my best to ignore them and not fuel the fire. It’s their problem, and no longer mine. This is what I am choosing today, stolen from another friend’s Facebook. It seemed very appropriate for the thoughts and feelings swirling around in my brain today.
Has it really already been two weeks since my last post? Wow. I’ve turned into a terrible blogger. But, in my defense, I have been preoccupied.
First there was Shaun’s swimming lessons. Each evening for two weeks we hurried to the city pool after work for 30 minutes of Parent/Child swimming lessons. When they are ages 1 to 3, the lessons are more about getting the kids used to the water and not being scared. Shaun passed with flying colors and didn’t shed a tear. I however about did. The day after his first lesson he developed a fever and an ugly-looking rash. I got him to the doctor and he apparently had what they called hot-tub rash. Antibiotics cleared it right up and we lucked out with lessons being canceled one night because of the threat of lightning. The rest of the lessons went off with out a hitch and dad even got to join us one evening.
This past week I entered two rodeos and had my new hat squared down tight. Thought maybe it might be bad luck when I dropped and broke a mirror while I was shaping it. But can you call getting rained on bad luck? In a drought, not so much. My horse can handle running in the mud, and as sandy as the ground was we did just fine considering the conditions. I was surprised they didn’t call the rodeo for an hour or so as hard as the wind was blowing and how it was raining. The lightening was unbelievably close and very loud. And of course the arena lights go off during the middle of the team roping. The barrel racers had to wait for them to come back on before they could run. We ended up about .7 off the fast time, and all the checks for the barrel racing were won on the dry ground the following day.
The good thing about rodeos is there is always another on to go to. And that’s what my sister and I did. We headed to Ashland, to their county fair rodeo. I had my horse in tow, her not so much. He had to stay home since he somehow managed to hurt himself between the two rodeos. My mare turned a heck of a first barrel, and I knew it could be fast, so I hurried her on to the second and hit the darn thing. Total pilot error. Couldn’t fault the mare at all. Me on the other hand… And then we had nearly made it back to Dodge City when a trailer tire blew. Come to find out my spare was flat and my spinner wrench was the wrong size. Awesome. Thanks to torsion axles we were able to limp it home. So much for being home before midnight!
And finally, Friday most of the office is headed out to Albuquerque, N.M., for the annual Ag Media Summit. My office mate and I are attending a photo workshop Friday/Saturday and then the other sessions begin Monday. Hopefully there will be some down time in between learning, as I could use a vacation. Even if it is a working vacation! Stay tuned for photos.