| Tuesday, June 29, 2004 |
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We are what we repeatedly do. Excellence, then, is not an act, but a habit. ~ Aristotle
It's funny how fast I slip back into old habits if I don't think about it. Somehow, work has seemed to become a priority again because I let it. And I'm not talking about the writing work or the art work. I'm talking about the other freelance work -- the one that actually pays at the moment.
Is this work important? Yes, it serves it's purpose. It provides me money, it's fairly easy work, and it allows me to work at home. The woman I freelance for is wonderful. She is very easy to work for, she gives me as much work as she can, and she always appreciates the work I do for her. I want to continue with this work while I'm slow in the other areas, but, still, that is no excuse to neglect my other work.
I haven't really written or draw anything in a long time. I post hear, but that isn't what I'm talking about. It seems like I'll I'm doing here is a day to day accounting of my life. That's not the kind of writing I started out to do. I want to be a freelance writer. I want to write articles and stories, and someday I want to write books, I don't just want to be a blog writer. Not that there is anything wrong with that. It's just that I want more.
The only way I'm get going more is by doing more about it, by making art and writing a priority. This is hard for me. I still have that cling to that mentality that the job that pays real money is more important. It isn't.
I will still have to do that work for now, but I will also have to make a real effort to make writing and art my number one work priority. By this I mean making time for them everyday just like I make time to work everyday. Even if it is a half hour of real effort in these areas (seriously, that is more than I'm giving now). I say I'm a writer and an artist, and I talk about being a writer and an artist, and I talk about what I want to do as a writer and an artist, but I don't really do a whole lot about it. And that is very wrong.
Right from the beginning I knew this kind of behavior wouldn't get me to my goal, but it is very easy to slip back into the groove. I was in that groove many more years then I have been in this creative groove, so it is no wonder that I slip back there from time to time. But, it is a habit, and habits can be changed. It will be hard -- have you ever tried to quit smoking, that's hard too, but it can be done. And once you break a bad habit you are usually left wondering what took you so damn long.
P.S. There's a new cartoon at SunnyK Kind of Day! |
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| Sunday, June 27, 2004 |
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38:20.02
That's how long it took me to run 3 miles today!
It isn't going to get me to Athens, but I did it. I did something that I never thought I could do. When I talked about running, I always said, "I can't do that, I just can't run." And I never tried. This time, I found a way to do it and I did it.
I am proud of me.
I ran at the track to day, and those last few laps were wonderful. I kept repeating to myself, You are strong, you are beautiful, you are full of energy, you are going to do this.
I got stronger every lap I took.
As I started the last lap I imagined there was a stadium full of people cheering me on. I kind of wanted people there to see me do this.
Then I started to think of all the people in my life who thought I could never do this like the 9th grade track coach who only let me attempt to run once with the comment, "No one else is here today, so we'll pretend you're a good runner." With that kind of encouragement it is no wonder I didn't finish that race. I pictured her and said, "See I can do this. I can do anything I put my mind to."
At the half way point of the last lap I started to laugh as I remembered something my daughter told me see did in races. When she has to kick it in at the end, she says "Here I go," and in one race she actually said it out loud. So I said it out loud, really loud, "Here I go Kelc, here I go."
Then it was just me and the track as I remembered who I did this for: ME. I was the one who got out there and ran. I was the one who motivated myself. I was the one who was going to finish this. And I was the one who was going to run 3 miles for the first time in my life.
With about 200 yards to go, I picked up the pace. I was going to finish strong. At 100 yards I went faster. As I finished I had a big smile on my face and I said to myself, "That's three miles, you did it, one more goal accomplished."
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| posted by Kelly @ 6/27/2004 08:15:00 PM |
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| Saturday, June 26, 2004 |
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A Big huge, THANK YOU! goes out to Angela who helped me fix my site. My blogs are now redirected, and I don't have to worry about links or anything else. The blog links are automatically redirected to the new site. I'm now officially www.kellygibbons.com.
Angela, in case you don't now it already you are the BEST! (No, I'm sure you know that!)
Thank You!
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| posted by Kelly @ 6/26/2004 08:35:00 AM |
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| Thursday, June 24, 2004 |
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I have given up (for the moment) on re-directing this site. Once something frustrates me enough I just walk away and then come back to it a little later. Then I'm usually able to figure it out. When I do, I'll let you know.
Kids are fun. I spent a few hours today with my nieces and nephews, ages 3mths to 8 years old. It was my niece Katie's 5th birthday, so they came to swim.
My niece Natalie gave me my own magic mirror:
She told me I have to say, "Mirror, Mirror on the wall who's the fairest of them all?" (you can do it too!)
It's you of course!
Some more fun things they said and did:
The eight year old Connor to me: Aunt Kelly, do you remember back in the old days when my dad had a poodle dog?
Me: I don't remember any old days, I wasn't living in the old days!
Connor: What's Brian doing?
Me: Probably playin' video games.
Connor: Does he have Game Cube?
Me: Yes.
Connor: Does he have X-Box?
Me: Yes.
Connor: Well I'm gonna get Play Station 2 because it's for ages 8 and up, and I'm 8.
Katie: Aunt Grandma
Me: You better not be talking to me!
Katie: Aunt Kelly are you coming in the pool yet?
Me: In a minute.
Natatlie: Aunt Kelly are you coming in the pool yet?
Me: In a minute.
Katie: Aunt Kelly are you coming in the pool yet?
Me: In a minute.
Katie: Well, it's been way more than a minute. You have to get in the pool NOW!
Me: What do you want for your birthday?
Katie: (tells me a few things)
Me: Any thing else?
Katie: Well, I coulda brought my birthday list, but it's home on the refrigerator.
Me: Call me later and tell me.
Katie: I don't have your number.
It is so fun to play in the pool with them too. They just scream as loud as they can for no reason at all, so I did it too! Try it. It's really fun. |
| posted by Kelly @ 6/24/2004 07:34:00 PM |
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| Wednesday, June 23, 2004 |
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I want to switch everything here over to my new site, but I'm not sure the best way to go about this. Let's just say the past few days I have been constantly reminded of how little I do know! I am learning though, so that's the bright spot.
Anyway, it's not like I have tons of traffic here, but I have really come to like the traffic I have. I don't want to lose anyone, so if you come here one day and you can't find me, please know that I'm still out there, I'm just a little lost in the wonderful world of dot.coms, ftp's, and the world wide web.
My plan is to get all my stuff together in one place so I will we easy to find. Doing this has been much more difficult than I thought it would be. I am also thinking about putting "all my eggs in one basket" and combining all of my blogs into one, but I'm not sure how I want to do this yet.
When I first started A SunnyK Kind of Day, I posted all the time, but then other things were neglected. I'm thinking I would rather keep only one blog and post pictures, cartoons and writing as I see fit. It's not like this blog, or for that matter any of my blogs had a real focus anyway. I'm not sure they need to, this is after all just a place to think.
If anyone has gone through this before (or even if you haven't but have a good idea) and has any thoughts, feelings or advice I sure would appreciate it. Leave me a comment or send me an email.
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| posted by Kelly @ 6/23/2004 11:26:00 AM |
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| Tuesday, June 22, 2004 |
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I was going to post some updates yesterday, but frankly, I was just too darn tired when I finally got around to doing it.
Yesterday was my 18th wedding anniversary. Hard to believe. I barely feel older than 18 sometimes and here I am married for 18 years. Yikes! It also amazes me that I have been married for that long, because before Ray, 6 months was a very long relationship for me. But, I was young, and I guess I just found the right guy.
We didn't do a whole lot as far as celebrating this year. That's the way it is for us. Sometimes we go all out and other times we don't. I'm not even sure why that is but what happens, happens and it works for us so that is all that matters.
My favorite anniversary was last year. We (the whole family) were in Jamaica (on vacation--it just happened to also be our anniversary), and Ray and I got up early and watched the sunrise over the ocean. We were laying in a hammock on the man-made island at the resort and it was amazing. That night we all got dressed up and ate dinner Oceanside.
Now a running update:
I am on week 9 and will be finished with the training program next week. I am running 14 minutes straight with only a 1 minute rest in between. I took the girls with me one day (they walked the dogs while I ran) and Kelci said, "Mom, I am really impressed. I remember when you could barely run at all." And that was only 8 weeks ago! I have times marked down in my running journal and 8 weeks ago I was struggling at less than 2 minutes.
I can't wait 'til I go out and actually run 3 miles. I haven't fully decided yet, but I might run in the PA Keystone Summer Games. There is a cross country division and it says it is open to all levels. I'm trying to find last years results. My goal is not to win, just to finish, but I am still human and I don't want to completely embarrass myself. I could just see me out their with people who will be running in a marathon the next week!
So why the dot.com?
It was time. If I want others to believe I am a professional writer and artist, then I need be as much of one as I can. I chose my name as my site name on the great advice of Angela:
"I believe you should go with your name because you offer writing and art and even photography. You don't want to limit yourself and wind up with 3-4 different sites, when one will do. Besides, your name needs to be gotten by you before someone else snatches it and holds it until you cough up big money for it. People do it to the up and coming famous people all the time.
That's why many people have to go with something other than their own name,
because fan sites already bought their names and if they want them back, they'll have to pay big, and even then they might not get them.
And you're shaking your head now, thinking, "But I'm not famous!"
So you are then saying you never plan to be successful enough for people to know your name???"
As I debated the whole name thing, that advice made so much sense to me. Not Quite Grown-up, SunnyK Creations, A SunnyK Kind of Day are all part of me, but nothing defines me better than my name. It is after all what I want people to know. It is what is on by-lines, and signed on artwork. Yes, using my name, makes perfect sense. Now. Thanks Angela!.
BTW-Angela is looking for sponsors for the Blogathon she is participating in for the charity Modest Needs. If you are in the giving mode, she is "begging" for donations (and offering prizes for those who donate a certain amount). Good cause. Fun. This is a no-brainer! |
| posted by Kelly @ 6/22/2004 08:51:00 AM |
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| Monday, June 21, 2004 |
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I'm a Dot.com!
That's right, I finally did it. I invested in myself and bought my self a domain name. I have also the spent the day (frustrated at times) trying to design it. For now, my blogs will remain here. OK, until I figure out exactly how to post them there, my blogs will remain right where they are. But the rest of me is over at www.kellygibbons.com.
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| posted by Kelly @ 6/21/2004 09:09:00 PM |
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| Saturday, June 19, 2004 |
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In my backyard
Click picture for larger image
"Perhaps all the dragons in our lives are princesses who are only waiting to see us act, just once, with beauty and courage. Perhaps everything that frightens us is, in its deepest essence, something helpless that wants our love."
Rainer Maria Rilke
So, maybe all those caterpillars I am afraid of are really just beautiful butterflies in disguise looking for love!
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| posted by Kelly @ 6/19/2004 10:12:00 AM |
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| Friday, June 18, 2004 |
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It's the thought that counts.
When Ray (my husband for those of you who don't know) left this morning we said our usual goodbyes and he gave me a kiss and left. After seventeen--oh my gosh, eighteen in a few days--years of marriage, this is the way it is.
A few minutes later, he walked back in the door. "What did you forget?"
"Nothing," he said, and walked straight toward me and gave me another kiss.
Ah, how sweet, I thought.
Then he turned to walk back out the door, and on the way he grabbed his keys off the table and said, "I might as well take my keys since I came back in." And off to work he went.
I shook my head and laughed, after seventeen years of marriage, he still makes me laugh everyday.
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| posted by Kelly @ 6/18/2004 06:53:00 AM |
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| Wednesday, June 16, 2004 |
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It may be that when we no longer know what to do,
we have come to our real work,
and when we no longer know which way to go,
we have begun our real journey.
~Wendell Berry
American Author and Poet
The journey is the reward.
~Tao Expression
It is good to have an end to journey toward; but it is the journey that matters, in the end.
~Ursula K. Le Guin
Sometimes we are so intent on succeeding and "getting there" (where ever that is) that we forget that the best part might be the trip there.
Maybe focusing so much on the end result isn't the answer. Wouldn't it be more fun to enjoy what we are doing now instead of worrying about what it is going to get us?
Many people might look at my life and think I am not successful. I don't live in a big house (but I live in a nice house), or drive a new car (but the cars I own get me where I need to go--when they are not in the shop getting fixed). I don't have tons of jewelry (I'd just lose it anyway) or own furs (Yuk!) I'm not wealthy, but I think I'm richer than most people.
I have a happy, loving family. I am a happy person. I don't make tons of money doing my job, but I am doing what I want to do. I decided what I wanted to do and I did something about it. I'm doing things with my life that a year ago I thought were impossible. Yes, I am lucky that I was able to, but more people could do exactly the same thing that I did but don't because they are afraid too.
I set goals for myself, and I have accomplished them. This makes me successful. And as I continue on my journey, I set more goals for myself. Because these goals are not yet accomplished, am I now unsuccessful? Not at all. I'm just increasing my wealth!
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| posted by Kelly @ 6/16/2004 07:24:00 AM |
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| Sunday, June 13, 2004 |
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I am starting to realize that I am a much happier person when I do things my way. It's not that I am rebel or a rule breaker, but some rules and ways to do things just seem so ridiculous to me. Just because everyone does something a certain way, doesn't mean I have to do it that way. Actually, most of my recent successes have come from doing things this way instead of the way I'm supposed to.
When I do things the way I want to, the way that is comfortable for me, that's when I am the most successful. I think this is because I am following my heart, and I am doing what is best for me.
I find myself getting very negative and discouraged when I decide to do something and someone says, "That's not the way it is supposed to be done." Who says and who cares? As long as my way isn't going to hurt anybody else, then why not do it the way I want to.
My guess is the greatest things in history have been discovered or done because someone just did it and didn't worry or know that they weren't doing it the right way.
Doing it my way makes me happy, and more successful, so really what's the down side? Maybe doing it "wrong" is right! |
| posted by Kelly @ 6/13/2004 05:33:00 PM |
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| Thursday, June 10, 2004 |
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I'm so sad today, and I don't know why.
I feel discouraged and disgusted with everything, and I keep getting upset with myself. I feel restless and uneasy. I don't know what's causing me to feel this way, but I know I don't like it at all.
I can't describe it, but it feels like something is looming over me. It feels like something is wrong, but I don't know what it is. I just can't put my finger on it.
Maybe it's the grey sky and the threat of rain hovering around me. Maybe it's that I've been on maid duty all day. Maybe it's because I can't think of anything to write, or that I just don't feel like painting. I don't know, but I sure hope it passes soon.
I feel like I'm carrying around a weight that I just can't get rid of. I almost feel like something is going to happened and I don't know what it is, so I am afraid of it. I wish it would just happen so I can stop being afraid. |
| posted by Kelly @ 6/10/2004 01:53:00 PM |
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I didn't know what to write about today--unfortunately that happens a lot lately--but then I finally found out that Toni had her baby on June 8th. I don't know much (only what I learned from a comment and a post elsewhere) but I know they are both fine and healthy. It's a boy--but that wasn't a secret--Aaron Spenser, and he was 8.7 lbs, 20.5 inches long. I am so happy for her and can't wait for an update.
I don't know what time he was born, but I would like to think it was around the same time I was sitting outside and marveling at what a perfect day it was. It was warm and sunny, and there wasn't a cloud in the sky, but a slight warm breeze was blowing. I suddenly thought of Toni and her baby and thought what a perfect day it was to be born. New life is so inspiring.
The best wishes go out to Toni and her family. I can't wait to learn more! |
| posted by Kelly @ 6/10/2004 08:15:00 AM |
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| Monday, June 07, 2004 |
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Whether it's praise, love, criticism, money, time, power, punishment,space, sorrow, laughter, need, pain, or pleasure... the more of it that you give, the more of it you will receive.
Mike Dooley
I was looking for a cute little quote to share that would express my sediments of the joy a tiny little dog named Lucky has brought to me. I found this one instead and my whole idea for a post changed.
But first a few updates:
Lucky is wonderful. As usual, I found the dog that is perfect for us. He is the friendliest little guy you would ever want to meet. I have heard many bad things about Chihuahua's:
They are yappy. Lucky has barked 4 times since we got him, and three of them were forced. The kids keep ringing the door bell just to see if he'll back.
They are a one person dog. So far this is not him at all. He seems to love everyone equally. As long as you have a lap, he'll sit on it.
They don't get along well with other animals. OK, so we have had a few moments with our other dog (these are pretty funny though--they are both just looking for the love). But, over all, I am surprised how well they are dealing with each other. Right now the two of them are laying here sleeping. I like having two dogs again.
Oh and some other pluses: He's house trained, he loves walks, he loves to ride in the car (he goes crazy when he sees the leash), and he just makes me smile every time I look at him. I think he feels the same way. He gets so excited when he sees me (or any one else). Even if you leave the room for a minute, he's all happy when you come back.
This is true love!
Running update:
I'm on week 6 of 10 in the training, and I'm still running. I'm up to 9 minutes with a minute break in between. There have been a few hard days where I've wanted to give up, but I didn't. This is something that I will finish and I will continue to do. On the hard days, I just break it down into small goals and then I do it. Like when I'm at 7 minutes and I have 2 more to go and I start thinking I can't do this. I remind myself that I only have 120 steps to go. That's all. Somehow it gets easier when I realize how small that actually is. Breaking it down as small as possible makes it much easier. Another good think, usually the next day out after a hard day, it is much easier. I don't know why this is, but it always makes me feel better, so I'm glad for it.
Art Assignment:
I finished my assignment for Wee Ones Magazine, and I sent it in over the weekend. I was a bit scared--I always am when I send things in. What if they don't like it? What if it is not what they want? Is it good enough? My daughter reminded me that I sent them samples before they offered me the assignment and they liked those, so they would like these too, because it was the same kind of work. Well, she was right! Boy, do I have smart kids! I'll post the link when they are up on the site (it won't be until July though).
I didn't mean for my updates to take up so much of this post, so I'll make the rest brief. Back to the quote at the top. This is so true. The more you give, the more you get. So, if you want good things give good things. Is it money you need? Give some away. Even if it is the change in your car. I've started doing this at the McDonald's drive through. I figure if I have enough to be buying McFlurries, I have enough to give to the Ronald McDonald House. No amount that you give is insignificant.
Is it love you are lacking? Try giving some away. OK, I've been complaining about lack of friends, maybe I'm not being friendly enough. Do you always feel like people are being critical of you? Could this be because you are always criticizing others.
All of us have negative things in our life that we would like to change and this theory seems like a pretty simple way to change them. You get what you give. So why not give out a whole bunch of positive and have it heaped back on you. And, if it is the negative you would like to get rid of, then don't send it out there, and it won't come back to you. Sounds good (and actually pretty easy) to me. |
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| Friday, June 04, 2004 |
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I'm getting a new dog! I had no intention of getting a new dog, but that's pretty much the way it always happens for us anyway.
The dog I have now was given to me. Nine years ago, my father gave her to me. He's one of those guys who shows up every few years and just does things like that. "Oh hi, how've you been? Here do you want this puppy?" Then he's gone for another few years. Maybe he's trying to make up for all those things he didn't give me as a child. Who knows. Anyway, I'm a sucker for a cute face and I wasn't about to turn down a puppy.
My next dog, Ben, came about unexpectedly too. I was working at Mailboxes, Etc., and their was a pet store a few doors down. The owner of the pet store came in one day and said, "Do you know anyone who wants a black lab?" I wasn't looking for a dog, but I was interested. Why not, I love dogs. This poor dog had been put in the kennel while his owner went in the hospital for surgery. His owner died, and no one in his family wanted the dog.
All I had to do was look at him and my heart was gone. It was love at first site. He was five and full grown when we got him. He was 150 pounds and the biggest, friendliest dog I have ever seen. He fit right in from the moment we got him. Once he was there, it felt like he had always been there. He was the best dog I ever had. He was trained when we got him, and he would not go into the kitchen. He didn't beg for food, and was house-trained. He also could let himself into the house using the doorknob. He was amazing. The day he died was one of the saddest days of my life. I cried so much that day I thought I would never be happy again.
Ben died two years ago, and I have not wanted another dog since. I didn't want to replace him, and neither did my husband. He loved that dog. How do you replace the irreplaceable anyway? And, I still have my Keisha, so it wasn't like I really needed another dog.
This weekend we were at a soccer tournament for the girls, and during a break in the games we went over to the nearby mall. There was a pet store there full of the most adorable puppies. Suddenly, I wanted a new dog, and surprisingly so did Ray (he's usually hard to convince in these cases). We would have bought one right then if it weren't for the $800 price tag. Yikes!
So, instead, I went to the SPCA. I have never gone to the SPCA before to look for an animal. I've always been afraid to look because I feared my guilt for not taking all the animals home would overwhelm me. It is such a sad place. The animals are so hopeful and starved for attention. I almost had to leave because it was so hard to be there knowing I could not save them all. At one point I began to cry and say, "Ray I have to get out of here. I can't do this." I was able to compose myself by telling myself saving one was what I could do. Sometimes, you can't do everything, but you do what you can.
Two dogs caught my eye. A beagle and a Chihuahua. They were the only two dogs that weren't barking. This amazed me, because every other dog in that kennel was going crazy barking and jumping around. The beagle was popular and already had an application out on him so chances were I wouldn't get him anyway. This left the Chihuahua.
The problem now was Ray. Ray really doesn't like small dogs. A dog to him is BIG. Big like Ben. To be honest Chihuahuas have never been my first choice in dogs either, but he was so darn cute. And I guess the chihuahua from two days ago that I "bonded" with at the traffic light was still fresh in my mind.
The next day I took my daughters, Kelci and Michelle, back to the SPCA to see the dogs. One look at the little guy was all it took. It was all over when he crawled up his cage to see them. It would take a hard heart to say no to a Chihuahua clinging to a cage, begging you to pick him.
The girls and I drove home picking out names for the little guy, and I reminded them that he wasn't ours yet. Ray wasn't there, and we would still need to convince him. I called him at work and told him about the cage climbing dog. "But it's a Chihuahua, it's not a dog, it's a Rodent! We'll talk about this later." I was out in the yard on the cordless when I called, and at that moment I looked down and found a four leaf clover.
I got off the phone and the girls we're anxiously awaiting the verdict. "He's not sure I said, but don't worry, I found a four leaf clover when I was talking to Dad, and it's a good sign. I think we'll get the dog, and when we do we'll call him Lucky."
Our little guy is coming home in a few days, as soon as he has the dreaded operation. After that he will be Lucky! |
| posted by Kelly @ 6/04/2004 06:34:00 AM |
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| Thursday, June 03, 2004 |
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It's not too late... the angel said.
Even though the world's a mess...
Even though you're not as young...
Even though you've made mistakes and have been afraid
It's not too late...
And then I saw the world through the angels' eyes...
I saw the colors I could paint
The bridges I could build
The lives that I could touch
The dreams that could still come true
And it became very clear to me...
That it's not too late.
Ron Atchison
I received the nicest compliment yesterday. My husband was reading the instructions on my new toy (an automatic pool cleaner) and he said, "This says it shouldn't be operated around children, so how are you going to use it?"
"I guess that's another job for you, honey."
It's nice to be considered young, even childlike, at 38 years of age. I never want to grow up! When I have to be responsible, I will just consider myself a mature child. Deal?
I was reading something somewhere the other day, and don't even ask me to remember where, but it was a comment about being too old to do something. As far as I'm concerned, a person is never too old too try something new, and it is never too late for anything. There is a possibility that you might have too do it differently than when you were younger. But, it can still be done.
When I was thirty-seven (OK, last year) I decided to be a writer, then an artist, and at thirty eight (OK, 5 weeks ago--not my B-day, but when I decided)I decided to be a runner. And how did I accomplish this? Well, pretty simple, I just did it.
Now, granted, it has not always been easy, but that would be the same regardless of my age. And for the record, no one has asked me my age and used it as a deciding factor in using my work. It doesn't matter. Letting it matter is only an excuse not to do or try something.
I have been lucky to have great role models around me that never let age be an excuse. My mom graduated college when I was in High School, and is always willing to try something new. My grandpa learned how to play the piano as an adult (in his 50's I think), rode a motorcycle in his 70's, and started painting in his 80's. I don't ever remember them saying, "I can't do that, I'm too old." I don't ever want to say that either.
I would much rather say, "I might be old, but I'm still going to try."
It is never too late, and you are never too old, so if there is something you want to try get out there and do it now, and then come back and tell me about your success. |
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| Tuesday, June 01, 2004 |
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I seriously cannot believe that it is June.
I had a wonderful weekend. It was full of fun and relaxation--sleeping in, soccer tournaments, reading, and very little work. It was great.
I also got some great news: another art assignment! It is an assignment for two illustrations in a children's magazine, and I am thrilled to death. A friend suggested I send some samples a few weeks back, and I got a nice response: We enjoyed your work, and will keep your artwork on file for a possible future assignment. I honestly thought this was a nice way of saying no, but I was WRONG. Sometimes I am very happy to admit when I'm wrong. When the illustrations come out (and if they are posted on line), I will share the link.
More proof that I am a strange soul:
We were coming home from a soccer tournament on Sunday and I was in the passengers seat, and at a traffic light we pulled up next to a car with the cutest puppy in it. I smiled and waved at the little Chihuahua and the owner motioned for me to roll down the window. When I did she was laughing and said, "She saw your hair (it was long and straight and not in a ponytail for once) and he's barking because he thinks you are a puppy."
Most people would be offended by that I guess. Not me. I started to bark right back like I was a puppy. Then we drove away. I burst out laughing and said, "That is absolute proof that I am messed up--that lady called me a dog and what do I do, I bark!"
We were all laughing so hard I was crying.
Later, I said to my husband, "I bet in your whole life you will never be at a red light and start barking like a dog when someone tells you their puppy thinks you are one."
"You're right," he said, "You are probably the only one who will ever do that."
So, has anyone else ever had this happen, or is he right, I'm the only one? |
| posted by Kelly @ 6/01/2004 10:36:00 AM |
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