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May 9, 2011

Mothers day

Mothers day

I worked all day. I work every Sunday. I have for years. I don’t celebrate holidays but not for religious reasons. I just don’t seed the point and not in the bitter way. Life should be celebrated everyday. My children, your children should respect you. I believe if your a good parent they do. Now, that’s an all encompassing general statement. I am sure I will write about eventually.

Holidays seem to have a lot of pressure no matter what holiday is. Easter has easter baskets. Halloween has candy and costumes. Christmas has gifts. There’s a lot of pressure. It’s a lot of money. Money that is wasted on junk, on commercialism. We decorate. We enjoy the day. We celebrate with good food. We are grateful for the life we have. I just don’t like the pressure and the money could be better spent. That said I had a great mothers day.

No plans. I didn’t think anything of it on Saturday, but my kids had no plans for the weekend. It afforded me the time to do what I wanted to do. I didn’t think about this till Sunday, but when I did I realized how amazing my life is.

Everything I wanted to do. That’s exactly what happened. I got to do it all. My garden is coming along and in fact it’s doing better than better. I work out there a great deal and it’s paying off. I’m proud. I made tomitillio salsa it was great. I made homemade pasta sauce it was awesome. Gourmet burgers were amazing. Hung out with my kid doing nothing, incredible. My kids didn’t complain or whine. I didn’t have to be angry. My weekend was awesome, but better.

I am grateful not that I had a great mothers day, but because I had a great weekend. It doesn’t matter what weekend it was. It is recommend that one should list, in whatever way, ten things they are grateful for everyday. I don’t do this always and I don’t always have ten. Then there are day I am just not grateful at all for anything no matter what it is.

I watch people that celebrate. Christmas is the best example. People save for Christmas. Put presents under the tree. Wait patiently with anticipation for the day. Two months of waiting and then ……….. nothing. I hate that feeling. When the presents are gone it’s over. Disappoint sets in and it’s over. It is now in the past. That sucks no matter how I look at it, it sucks. I like the tree, the food, the wine, just not the pressure of presents. I suppose I buy them. We shop a bit during this time because there are some good deals. I tell my kids that they can put there recently bought items under the tree if they like. They never do. They are never disappointed. As it turns out my kids get just about everything they need and most things they want throughout the year. We go places and do things all the time. Not because it’s a holiday, but because it’s life. Why wait for a holiday when you can do it today.

There was one summer we lived in our toy hauler. The whole summer. We stayed local and still went to work. It was incredible. The most fun ever. It was a vacation nestled in life. Good times, good times. I guess I’m just saying why wait for a holiday to celebrate anything. Carpe diem. Live life because your alive. Live it because you want to, because you can. You don’t have to travel the world or buy expensive gifts that break the bank to have a wonderful life. You just need you, a friend or two, maybe a little family, a dog helps if you like, and a smile.

I had a great mothers day. It was a label for the day. I had a great weekend, because I had a great weekend. For no other reason, life is good.

May 7, 2011

To love a dog.

I remember the day we got max. I wanted another dog, a female, but i was tired of waiting. I scoured the papers. I really, really wanted another dog. I finally found an ad with six week old lab and golden mix. They sounded perfect and they had a female, so I called. Unfortunately the female was gone but they had six males left. I’m not really a fan of male dogs. I really really wanted a dog though so I decided to go and check the out.

I arrived and they let the puppies lose. They were all do tiny, cute and white. I love white labs. Beautiful. Puppies are just liKe children. They either like you or they don’t. Two of the puppies were horrified of me and ran the other direction. One was amazingly aggressive and barked non stop. A couple just wondered around sniffing the found happy to be out. Max he just sat there. “Hey, I’m here and if you would like to take me home I’d be happy to go.” I wasn’t sure, but what the hell he’s cute and calm. Max was so tiny. I think he weighed only 3 or 4 pounds curled up in my lap and enjoyed the trip.

Max is three years old now. He has gone many places and made many friends. He loves everybody. Max is amazing. He is the dog that every child should have. He is a best friend there is no doubt.

I think it’s amazing how a simple dog can change a life. He always listens. He’s always there by your side. He never questions. He never judges. He’s everything you need a best friend to be. He’s max.

May 6, 2011


Criticism is a lost art. It goes often times unappreciated. The blatant truth, honesty. Words that are not meant to hurt your feelings but rather open you mind to other avenues of thought. None of this is to mean you should be hurtful to others. Rather a kind gentle nude in a different direction. We live in a world that would rather stay quiet than offend. That would rather lie than tell the truth, when we should speak our mind with kindness.

I try to read my fair share of blogs. Your opinions, perspectives, feeling, hopes, dreams, desires. Words about your family, friends, and your life in general. I rarely leave a comment. Sometimes I just not compelled to do so. Sometimes I write, that was nice. But never, no not ever do I write I don’t understand. I don’t agree. I don’t get it. I was lost about halfway through. Your writing lacked substance, feeling, depth. Well it lacked a point. I never say anything bad.

If I look hard at my writing I can find all of these things. I walk off the road I am trying to pave. I lose site of my goal. I forget, often times to edit. Editing is not one of my strong points to be sure. I don’t update my me page after I have changed my screen name, or the title of my blog. I should. I have been none to babble on making no sense at all. There are days when quite frankly my writing sucks. With all this said I post it anyways. Somedays I feel like everything I write is just a repeat of the day before. I can be boring and plain.

I don’t want to hurt your feelings. I have a great deal of respect for you. You have taken the time to share your life with me. I appreciate that. You have taken the time to think. I admire that. You put yourself out there for the world to judge. I commend you for your bravery. You are an amazing person. I believe in you. I believe with words we can accomplish great things. We have.

I talk about you a lot these days. I wonder who you are. I see you everywhere I go. We have a friendship that I value. A trust I do not wish to break. But…..what of friends? Do they just say things are nice and leave it at that? I do not mind if you read a post and say it sucks. I will value your honesty. If you did not get the point because if was lost to the babble. If you don’t agree. If it made you mad at me because I was way out of line with my tangent. I try to apologize if I may have offended, but did I offend you? Did I make you angry? Did you want to give me a piece of your mind half way though? Did you love it? Did it make you feel a simple joy? Did it make you smile?

Sometimes I see that you have stopped by. I am excited that you took the time to visit. I know you are very busy. I do wish we would have had the time to chat. The time to discuss. You are the one that inspires me.

Even if you choose not to leave your opinion, just say hi in the comment section down below. That’s enough to link me to you blog. I would love to read it.