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Pay Back

Pay Back

Over the past few days I had the opportunity to spend quite a bit of time with my grandma. For those of you who follow our blog, you may have seen a post about her declining health a month or so ago. Just to give you an update on that – she’s still hanging in there. 🙂

For Mother’s Day, I offered to have my grandma stay with us. Generally, my grandma lives with my parents and brothers, about 2.5 hours from where I live. My mom was gracious enough to drive my 80 year old granny up here Sunday afternoon. I ended up taking her home yesterday (Tuesday) because she was getting a little worried about her pets.[...]

Love Controls Me

Love Controls Me

If you look at the spokes of a tire or the hands of a clock you see the central mechanism and what it’s pointing to. The center controls the movement. Looking at your own life, you probably have many things that you work toward or care about. Each of those items can be listed as a spoke on your own wheel or a number on your clock.

When you begin to reflect on each of those items, what do they look like? What do you have listed? Mine are probably family, friends, work, my animals, my boyfriend, my home, my religion, fitness, overall health, travel, books…etc. Those are clearly all things that I care about, not necessarily in that order. I think the center of my world revolves around love. Love controls my actions, emotions, needs, and wants.[...]

Something New

Something New

Throughout my days, whether it’s at work, home, or hanging out with friends, I find myself trying to learn something. There’s always something to take away. There’s also plenty to give.

My days are typically filled with work – from working out, to actually going to the job that pays me, sending or receiving emails, trying to network with rescue organizations, and beyond, I’m always working on something.  I’ve learned a lot from the younger people who work for me…and I’ve learned a ton from the older ones, too. It’s interesting to subjects from another lense.[...]

Home

Home

I’m going “Home” this weekend – which means I’ll pack up my three dogs, maybe my boyfriend (if he’s lucky) and I’ll make the three hour drive down south. My hometown is full of big trucks, football games, corn fields, and southern slang. It’s where I grew up, went to high school, had my first kiss, played sports and made some of my best friends.

It’s strange to me now. I don’t know the people like I used to. The shops have changed and so have the restaurants. Even the schools have been rebuilt and moved on. My name, my mom’s name, and my brother’s names are still etched into the walls and on plaques and trophies that line the halls. I set records and broke them in both swimming and soccer. My mom coached. I skipped school, had snow days, and stayed after to serve dinners for fund raising events.[...]

Living With a Workaholic

Living With a Workaholic

I often find myself thinking how unfair it is that I live with someone who works so much. …by so much I mean 6 days a week 4 AM – 6/7 PM. He runs his family business – in the produce industry.

What’s normal for them is outrageous to most people. It also means phone calls at all hours, late nights in the home office, having several home phone lines,  midday naps, and watching virtually anything past 9 PM on my own.[...]