Wednesday, March 31, 2010

It's New...

...a new laptop,

...a new header,

...a new name,

...a new look.

Whew, just finished some spring cleaning on the blog.

It feels good to be back.

Now I have lots of catching up to do with blogging buddies!!!
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Friday, March 12, 2010

Whoops...

Computer died...I will return and visit others when the problem is resolved.
Have a wonderful weekend!!!

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Wednesday, March 10, 2010

Classic Country Dream

I would love to have this...


And spend my time doing this...


And even some of this!


This is a moment where I do have a few regrets. Nothing major, It's just that my life took me down that career path which I really thought would bring me satisfaction and all it did was leave emptiness. I now wonder why I stayed with it so long trying to make it all work.  The suits, the networking, the meetings, the sales....pppfffttt!!!

I was always wrestling and struggling with who I was between that 'foreign' world and my true self which seemed to be slipping away. And I was always amazed at how others saw me. They saw a professional, not a down-home gal who liked to wear denim and live her classic country dream.
  
I knew it was all out of control when business friends and associates would actually laugh when my words would bubble up and over for what I was truly passionate about. At those moments, I discovered that I had abandoned my country roots. And I wondered what they, those business associates, had abandoned in their lives.


I didn't want to sit in meetings. I wanted to sit in the grass.
I didn't want to network with others. I wanted go for a hike in the great outdoors.
I didn't want to do paperwork. I wanted to sketch out my garden.
I didn't want to wear suits. I wanted to throw on a pair of jeans. 
I didn't want an empty career. I wanted to live my classic country dream.

So I've decided no more regrets. Time to stop looking down and start holding my head up. It's never too late. Everything I have previously done was not a waste of time. It was necessary. It has lead me to a true appreciation of what is important. So I plan to live my dream. How about you? 


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Tuesday, March 9, 2010

These Boots Are Made For Walking

Just lovin' these boots I found at the flea market this past weekend for $1.00.
I said $1.00!


Thought they may look good sitting on a shelf displayed with my hats. Not sure yet, but I had to try them on for fun. They would really look cute with a long skirt, camisole, and a jean jacket...don't you think?

But the ironic thing is...I'm sitting here with my ankle wrapped and propped up right now. Yesterday afternoon, I must have been a bit too giddy with the weather in the 60's. While outside, I twisted my ankle. So today my ankle is decorated with an ace bandage and some ice. Maybe another day, it can be adorned in some mighty cute boots.
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Monday, March 8, 2010

Lessons Learned

Great weekend...
weather finally stretching into the 60's
and
an enjoyable auction and a fun flea market.


This weekend's auction triggered some childhood memories while I was loading an old bike that I had just purchased. My first attempt at riding a bike was an experience of passage. Going for independence...from that little kid to a big kid who could ride wherever and whenever.

My Aunt Nan taught me how to ride a bike. She was still in her teens when we took that two wheeler out onto the street in front of my Grandmother R's house. She said she would hold onto the bike. She said she would not let go. She said not to worry. She said she would not let me fall.


So we began...with me pedaling and her trotting behind holding onto the bike. To this day, I still remember that moment of exhilaration, nervousness, and awkwardness. Then it happened. I yelled 'this is fun'! No answer. Then I realized that Aunt Nan was no longer there.  She had let go. She had abandoned me!

It is good to let children go on their own, out on adventures. But it is always a good idea to prepare them first. You see, Aunt Nan did not teach me how to stop. I did not know how to brake. No clue. And now I was nearing an intersection. I panicked as I envisioned being hit by a car. So I did what I thought best. I swerved and ran head on into a tree and fell. I'm sure I had to have been hurt, but I don't remember that part. All I remember is getting up off the ground and being spittin' mad. I marched toward her yelling and screaming at the top of my lungs. I'm sure I was a sight and made the neighbors curious as to what the ruckus was about.


So I learned more that day than how to ride a bike. I learned what trust meant. I learned how to stand up for myself. I learned that I always need to be prepared. I also learned there are no guarantees in life, but I sure know how to keep on getting up everytime I fall...

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Thursday, March 4, 2010

You Can If You Want To

Have you ever been enjoying the moment...just doing your own thing...and look up to see that all eyes are upon you...pictures are being taken...and you have become the entertainment for the evening? Have ya ever?


It happened to me and it was a defining moment. An ah-hah! And geez, it's good to be me not matter what anyone says. Do you ever yearn for that free spirit to burst forth so you will never have to say ' I wish I would have...'?

Well my free spirit took over one evening when the neighbors threw themselves an anniversary party. Of course it was held outdoors since we're in the country. The summer air was just right. Tables and chairs were spread across the lawn. Food and drinks filled the tables within the garage. People of all ages milled about laughing and just plain catching up while music played softly in the background.


Then it happened. I heard Cotton Eye Joe. Cotton Eye Joe is not a neighbor. It's a song. A country song. A kick up your country boots and have a stompin' good time. I have to dance when I hear it. My feet started moving so they turned up the music for me. It's a good thing to become lost in the moment, within the beat, and to just enjoy. And I soon discovered that I was dancing all by myself. No one joined in on the fun. They watched from the sidelines while I had a good time.


The next day my neighbor said 'I never knew you could dance.' Yes, I know how to dance. But it doesn't matter if you know how to dance or not. It matters that you just dance. I hope you dance...


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Tuesday, March 2, 2010

HOPE

Hope is the thing with feathers that perches in the soul... ~Emily Dickinson

I know all of us are tired of the cold, tired of the snow, and tired of being tired. It has been a long winter for many and more so for some than for others. All things considering, this winter has been milder and less intrusive for my family and country neighbors.

You see, this time last year we had a major ice storm. We went without power for nine straight days and we stuck it out. Our trees moaned with the weight of the ice that first night as we tried to sleep. It was almost unbearable to hear their pain and when they no longer were able to fight, they snapped and loudly tumbled to the ground. Our trees that managed to stay rooted are now scarred and misshaped from their branches giving way.

I was heartbroken that our piece of land looked like a battleground. Everything in our yard was damaged including the garden. Our house, this time, only had a few nicks (two years ago, we had a major wind storm that brought two trees down upon it). Clean up from this ice storm took a couple of back breaking months with chain saws and hauling it all out.

So I am saying all of this, because as this winter started I had HOPE that it would be better than last. I had HOPE there would be no damage. I had HOPE that I could withstand the cold. I had HOPE that I could tolerate the lack of sunshine. I had HOPE that spring would be just around the corner. 

I had and I continue to have HOPE.
Remember to always allow HOPE to perch in your soul...   

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Monday, March 1, 2010

Countdown To Spring

My weekend consisted of cold, windy, and snowy weather.
Yet...I went hiking with hopes for spring.
The countdown begins...


If there comes a little thaw,
Still the air is chill and raw,
Here and there a patch of snow,


Dirtier than the ground below,
Dribbles down a marshy flood;
Ankle-deep you stick in mud


In the meadows while you sing,
"This is Spring".
-Christopher Pearce Cranch

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