December 21, 2013
The internet may have improved the speed with which we gain access to information about anything, but hasn’t it also enabled us to be lazy writers? Our spelling has taken a backseat on the information superhighway. We are quick to type and post without checking the spelling. I have to put in an apostrophe, a comma or other punctuation. I have to spell out my words; it’s difficult for me to abbreviate them. I worry about what the recipient will think if it isn’t properly spelled out, or that they won’t understand what I am trying to say. Is that my age coming through? Because it appears that younger folks are more prone to abbreviating. Or maybe it’s that I can’t keep up because I am backspacing to insert punctuation.
December 14, 2013
Does this happen to you? I have ideas pop into my head ALL the TIME. When I am walking with my dogs or driving to work; while watching TV or surfing the web; or sitting in a waiting room… ALL the TIME. My mind continuously searches for the next great idea. You know – the next Facebook, Twitter, or Instagram equivalent of a dot-com concept. Am I ONLY one with a wild imagination that goes 100 miles an hour?
At least my dogs act interested when I ramble about my ideas!
November 30, 2013
5:15 AM – that’s when the daily routine begins. “Barn chores.” Something I have dreamed of doing my whole life. In just the few short months that I’ve been here, it feels like this has always been my daily routine. I don’t know why I waited so long. Yes, it’s hard work, but oh, so rewarding!
- Feed the dogs
- Climb into boots and trudge to the barn
- Feed the horses
- Trudge back to the house and remove the boots
- Make the first cup of coffee
- Later in the day, climb back into boots and trudge to the barn
- Clean the corral. Brush the horses. Prep for the next feeding.
- Trudge back to the house
Life is truly good!
September 22, 2013
June 20, 2013
What if I told you I want to follow my dream with all of my heart and soul?
But what if I admitted that I still do not know exactly what that dream is?
When will I figure it out? When I stop looking? Seeking? Dreaming?
THAT’S not going to happen. I can’t not dream.