Popping balloons in the car makes my insides hurt. Real bad. Viva la ‘Puttin on the Glitz!’
Today I said “Forget about Scholarships. I’m crafting!”
Life with this guy. {The Charlie Dog, Char Char, Cha Cha Binks (a personal favorite), Turd, Turd Face, Turk Face (slightly to moderately inappropriate), Stink Head, Charles & Chuck} Having wanted to get a dog for a long time, I was met with a lot of resistance. After months of talking about it, I found a friend or two who supported me. And that’s when I found the Sir; skinny, yearning to be loved, and covered in his own poo stains (what are you going to do). Here is my list of life improvements because of this new addition to my family: • I have met most of my neighbors because of him. One set of neighbors even offered to help me build a fence. I wonder why? • Because I am now constantly walking the streets, I am meeting a ton of people. These said people even compliment me and my eyebrows. Genuine. • People automatically assume I’m a good person. Dogs just do that. I’m instantly approachable because Charlie looks like a puppet. Approach away. • I’m active. We will train each other. • I’m living for more than myself. Hallelujah. I have to think outside of myself, and it feels gooooood. • I’m not alone. There is someone (ahem something) always willing to jump up on my back while I’m sleeping to wake me up at 5:45am. It’s comforting (lies). Really (lies). • I get all the cuddling my little heart desires. This boy is not food driven. • I got a taste of what it might feel like to drop my child or something as mortifying and heart breaking. I cut the tip of Sir Charles tail off. And he doesn’t even hate me. If your completely disgusted in me right now, you should be. I cried and cried and cried. I have never, yes I can really state that, felt worse or have been more traumatized in my life. It was a bloody mess. • Charlie’s loyal & loves me. And I him. Dogs pretty much make this world a better place by making us better people. For reals.
“You saw the cover of the Ensign didn’t you? Get over it.” And I did.
I think this is so beautiful
Flash mob in the Copenhagen Metro. Copenhagen Phil playing Peer Gynt. (by CPHPHIL)
First Aid Kit - Emmylou
(Source: youtube.com)
Sometimes when you feel as though the worlds been against you for the whole entire week, the world reminds you that it’s not. The human spirit is an incredible thing. It’s intuitive to the needs of others. It’s insightful, kind, generous, selfless, and forgiving. I’ve seen multiple sides of the human spirit this week. Hallelujah. Said with a grateful heart.
Like a Boss
I deleted my Facebook account. And it feels great.
I looked out my window and what did I see…
So I don’t know much, about anything, really. Unless of course you ask me about the benefits and outcomes of Experiential Education and the impact it can have on youth development. Then I could bore you for a while until you would ask me to stop. I also could probably tell you a lot about where to get a good cup of tea in this city. But that is probably the extent of my knowing a lot about a subject. I like to think that I know at least a little about a lot. But, I have also been proved to know nothing about some things. One of those things happens to be gardening; And most home improvement things for that matter.
I mean, I grew little seedlings in egg shells, then transplanted them to larger pots, until they were ready for the earth outside. They did fine when they were inside; I talked to them, watered them, and moved them around in the sunlight. However, as soon as I put them outside, DEAD. I have no more veggie-tables. This may have to do with the fact that I have a dog who does not know dirt boundaries. Either way, my garden, is blah at the moment. And I am taking my sweet time determining if I am going to plant them again this year.
But where I really am clueless, is in the pruning department. I had this beautiful bush in my front yard. But what I was told, is that I needed to cut it back in the spring, so that it would grow up, instead of out, you know, like a bush. So what did I do, I cut that thing up. I got myself some sort of shearing device, yes probably in the end something like sheep shearers, and I did like I said, I cut that thing up. It took forever, I mean a real long time. And while doing it, I talked to 5 neighbors, none who may have mentioned I was butchering this poor bush. I wish one of them would have said, “Hey lady, somethings not right over there”. I wish I would have googled it. I wish I would have asked for help. But nope, little independent me, in my wolf t shirt and flowered leggings, got to work. I surely could figure this out. right? right.
Every person that came to my house after this incident, mentioned the poor butchered tree in my front yard. Especially those who were comfortable with me, spared no comment. It became the joke. It had to become a joke. Cause if I couldnt laugh about it, there was only one other option.
The other option, I cried. This girl, who does not know how to cry, cried. Im still not sure why, something like this bush, can make me cry, but it did.
Since this incident, which probably happened early March, (I know an overzealous definition of spring), I have listened to and have come to mind the talk by Hugh B Brown, ‘God is the Gardener’, multiple times. I feel like this talk is my life. And I trust it. And I love it. I know everytime I am cut down, cut back, that I will grow into a better version of myself (which I hope happens everyday).
I woke up yesterday morning and through my window I see Gods way of telling me, things are going to be ok.
God is the Gardener. But he let me be the Gardener for a second, and fixed that which I didnt do perfectly.
