Friday, April 4, 2014
This post requires a bit of a back story, so bear with me....
Two weeks ago, my daughter asked me to take her and a friend to the Goodwill because they were on the hunt for clothing to make costumes for a party they were attending. I obliged, and found myself wandering around the store while they scoured the racks of clothing. I was deep in thought while looking at books when I felt someone staring at me. I turned around, and that's when our eyes met. Sitting on the shelf before me, in all her porcelain glory, was a doll. I laughed out load, and said to the doll: "Wow, you're a little creepy!" She didn't answer back or anything, but with a face that made her look like the offspring of Ronald Reagan and Punky Brewster, she captivated me. I quickly scooped her up, searched all over her for a maker or name, and found nothing. Excited by my find, I scurried over to Katzya, stood behind her real quiet like and then shouted: "Look what I found!" Katzya spun around and exclaimed: "Oh God Mom!" She quickly recoiled and nervously said: "Please say you aren't buying that? Haven't you seen the movies?! That doll could be a portal to hell or something crazy like that!" I looked at the doll's price tag. $5.99?! I just couldn't justify spending that much money on a doll while I was on a budget. So, I put her back on the shelf, snapped a quick picture of her to post on Facebook, and assumed that was the last time I would see her...
Flash forward to this past Tuesday, it was my birthday and April Fool's Day. The Reluctant Farmer called me as soon as I got out of work, and asked me if I'd been on Facebook. Confused, I told her no.
She excitedly exclaimed: "Guess who asked to be my friend on Facebook?! Little Emily!"
I said: "Who?"
She said slower, and in a tone that suggested I should know exactly who she was talking about: "Littttle Emmily?!"
I was starting to get annoyed now. I racked my brain and still came up with the same conclusion. I knew no one named Little Emily. I abruptly asked: "Are you speaking in code? I don't get it. Who is Little Emily, and what would make you think that I know this person?!"
She quickly said: "Little Emily is that doll from the Goodwill!"
I shouted in the phone, "Are you serious?!" and promptly hung the phone up while she was still talking.
I hit the Facebook button on my phone and there was a friend request from Little Emily, my doll from the Goodwill. Her profile picture is taken outside, which suggests that someone freed her from her Goodwill bondage. According to Little Emily's Facebook page we work at the same place, live in the same town, were born in the same city, and share the same birthday just two years apart. I laughed at the joke, shared it with my Facebook friends, many of whom were very excited that she might approve their friend requests, and decided to tell her hello. I didn't really expect her answer back, but she did. Actually, she talks a lot for a doll, and she is quite active too. Just yesterday, she posted pictures of herself at the park 2 streets away from house, swinging, climbing trees and sliding down the slide. All the while Little Emily makes it quite clear her goal in life is to "find her Emily Browning."
I'm not sure which one of my friends is the genius behind this prank, but I have to say it has kept me laughing all week long and has sure made this birthday one to remember. Heck, the more I think about it, maybe the only person behind this prank is a nine-inch tall, piece of porcelain that goes by the name Little Emily. At this point I'm willing to entertain any and all possibilities...
Tuesday, March 18, 2014
I have been looking desperately for a horse for Katzya. I have emailed, called, and turned this world upside down looking for a horse that would fit her needs. There were several that we agreed to test drive, but for whatever reason, they just felt wrong. Almost as if I was trying too hard.
Saturday morning while on a road trip with my friend we were talking about the horse situation, and I told her that I was going to just give the horse business a rest in the hopes that the right horse would find us. Not even an hour later I got a call from a friend saying she thought she had found us a horse, and the kicker? He was 1.5 miles down the road he whole time!
He is quite the guy. Bred amazingly, has a brain and he is absolutely beautiful.... We are pretty smitten with him.
Thursday, March 13, 2014
Perhaps this is bothering me so much because I really wanted to see the positive in this person. Maybe because she could actually be quite likeable, I wanted to like her. Maybe because I own my mistakes I expect others to do the same. Perhaps that is why this is still bothering me.
I think part of the reason I am so bothered is that I am mad at myself. I should have seen the writing on the wall several weeks ago, when she blew up at me. She yelled, popped off at the mouth, and where I would have immediately felt terrible and apologized, she said nothing. Even when I later went back and tried to discuss why she was so hostile, apologized for any wrong doing on my part, and asked how we could move forward, she still had an attitude and pouted/ignored me for days. (I hate the submissive part of me that apologizes to keep peace...)
I think it's time for me to suck it up and chalk this up as a lesson learned, because I am afraid if I don't let go I am going to become just like her. A person who never admits they're wrong, sees no fault in themselves and is not interested in changing who they are no matter how miserable their life might be. And I guess in truth, who wants to surround themselves with someone who is stagnant? Not me... Like stagnant water on a hundred degree day, stagnant people are smelly and become quite slimy real fast. You can smell the stench in their spirit, and I don't have time for that.
I guess the bottom line is: This is hers, not mine, and I am walking away....
Wednesday, March 12, 2014
I went to the barn tonight to check on Mia, our horse. Or, well sort of our horse....
Friday we turned Mia to another little girl so Katzya could move up in her riding.
Mia is and always has been a fabulous friend to us. She is a peaceful beast with these soulful chocolate eyes that remind you there is most certainly a God in this world. One look into Mia's eyes and you know that whoever created the horse has to be a magnificent being, because only a person with such magnitude would create an animal so perfect.
We met Mia and purchased her 4 years ago. She was a long kept promise made to a little girl when she was three years old. "I will buy you a horse when you are 10." I heard myself repeat over and over to that little girl. I honestly figured she would give up on the idea of a horse, much like she gave up on her imaginary friend. I was wrong....
That little girl got bigger, and eventually I found myself keeping my promise. I have never been more grateful to an animal in all my life than I am to Mia. As a parent there are a lot of things you try to teach your children. It took owning Mia for me to realize, oftentimes a horse is a better teacher....
Only a horse can comfort you when it seems all the world and your parents are on your back.
Only a horse can keep all of your teenage secrets safe.
Only a horse can challenge you to dig deeper into yourself to produce a better you.
Only a horse can absorb your tears when you are rejected by a boy you have a crush on.
Only a horse can make you forget that boy even existed.
Only a horse can connect you with an amazing bunch of new friends.
Only a horse can teach you to work hard and reap the benefits of that work.
Only a horse can see a child like mine through one of the toughest chapters of a person's life.
The teenage years...
I am blessed that my child had such an amazing teacher, and I am even more blessed that we were able to share her with another young lady.
There will be another horse. We haven't found "the one" yet, but we have imploringly asked the earth for a new horse, and it will be, just not today. Mia is doing beautifully, and you can tell she is being loved just as much as we loved her. That is all I ever could want for her.....
Friday, February 28, 2014
Tonight on my Facebook page I shared that we've paid off $10,090.65 in credit card debt since November 19th. It's a feat I'm quite proud of, and it's exciting to finally be in control of my credit card debt. I have no shame in talking about where I was and where I'm going with this project because what I realized was, as soon as I took control of the "sinking money ship," by sharing this project and discussing it in the light, others were encouraged to do the same. It also made paying of $20,000 less scary. You can be scared of the monsters in the dark and you can pretend things aren't there, but what you can't do is be quite as afraid in the light. I brought my monster out from under my bed and into the light. And you know what? He is not as scary now. Ugly? Yes. Scary? No.
Well, not minutes after I posted this information I got an email from a very concerned Facebook friend and her email went something like this: "Where I am very proud of you for paying off as much credit card debt as you have in such a short period of time, I can't help but feel sorry for you. You share so much of your life online either on your blog or on your Facebook page. Do you think this is healthy for you? I worry you are going to have regrets about posting these things."
I chuckled and shook my head. Silly woman....
Yes, I know I live a fairly "open" life, and if you've followed my blog for any length of time, you know I'm pretty much an open book as long as you aren't rude. (We don't even have to agree on things, and I'm still open...) I started this blog knowing my life was going to be public, and there would be people upset by what I shared. That doesn't bother me in the slightest. What would bother me is hiding my thoughts, feelings, or what is going on in my life. If I censor what I share, you are only getting half of me, and that is not fair to you as a reader.
If you read this blog, I can't promise you that you're never going to be uncomfortable. I can't promise you you're not going to cry. And I won't be responsible if you laugh and shoot your morning coffee out you're nose.
What I can promise you is a real person, blogging her life, and being authentic 100% of the time.
The people who read this blog and are inspired to dig themselves out of credit card debt, aren't concerned I shared this information. Instead they are relieved to know they aren't alone....
Monday, February 17, 2014
I got off work Friday with every intention of doing nothing - all weekend. I had mountains of laundry, 5 great books and was going to make the most of my time off. Then I got a text message: "Can you run to the shelter and evaluate a dog?" The dog in question was a dachshund mix that was not available for adoption to the general public due to a concern with his temperament. I agreed to go have a look at the little beast, knowing Christie was going to be at an adoption event all morning and would not be able to make it to the shelter before close, and Monday morning it would be "curtains" for this boy if we decided not to take him.
I arrived at the shelter and found a dog that was completely shut down. He was quickly ran behind his bed in an attempt to evade me, and as I pulled out a leash he weaved back and forth dodging my attempts of capture like a well seasoned boxer. Finally in frustration I decided we needed to have a conversation.
"Dude, listen to me. I am your only ticket out of here. So, you have two options. You can stop acting like a fool and allow me to pick you up or you are going to meet Jesus on Monday." I said frankly. He looked at me silently, and for a minute we both stood there, taking each other in. I must have been convincing in that moment though, because he quit acting like a twit, and allowed me to pick him up and eventually carry him out of the kennel.
Sunday, February 9, 2014
This morning my sister brought my daughter home after church, and Isaac (my nephew) wanted to stay for a visit. Not one to ever turn down a day with "my boy" I offered to keep him while his mom and his brother went to the grocery store.
I was making lunch when I saw him walk up to an antique croquette set in the living room. He surfed out a mallet and was swinging it around, using it as a little boy would. It was a gun, a sword, and then a baseball bat. Finally, his eyes hit the ultimate solution. A ball, nestled in the bottom of the croquette set.
He looked at me, and then back at the ball in his hand, and said: "I betcha you're gonna tell me no, huh?" It instantly took me back to a time when my own daughter was his age. I time when I wish I would have been a parent who said "yes" more often. I turned around, smiled, looked him in the eyes and answered back: "Have fun!" He looked at me confused and quickly reassured me, "I will be very careful!"
And with only two simple rules:
1) You may not hit any humans or animals with the mallet.
2) You must swing the mallet only to waist level.
He had a blast putting that croquette ball around our house, and we all survived! Pets, people, the house, and I was reminded that sometimes in life it's important to say "yes". A reminder I needed 10 years ago, and again today.