The Secret to Life from a 6-Year Old

Why Dogs Have a Shorter Life than Humans:

“People are born so that they can learn how to live a good life — like loving everybody all the time and being nice, right?” The six-year-old continued,

“Well, dogs already know how to do that, so they don’t have to stay for as long as we do.”

The Secret of Happiness from a Dog:

Irish Wolfhound
Irish Wolfhound

• When your loved ones come home, always run to greet them.
• Never pass up the opportunity to go for a joyride.
• Allow the experience of fresh air and the wind in your face to be pure Ecstasy.
• Take naps.
• Stretch before rising.
• Run, romp, and play daily.
• Thrive on attention and let people touch you.
• Avoid biting when a simple growl will do.
• On warm days, stop to lie on your back on the grass.
• On hot days, drink lots of water and lie under a shady tree.
• When you’re happy, dance around and wag your entire body.
• Delight in the simple joy of a long walk.
• Be faithful.
• Never pretend to be something you’re not.
• If what you want lies buried, dig until you find it.
• When someone is having a bad day, be silent, sit close by, and nuzzle them gently.

Hug your dog today.

Loving Your Pet Through Death…

My cat has lost weight recently and has not been eating.

We took her to the vet.

Diagnosis: kidney (or renal) failure.

Prognosis: not good.

There are things we can do to make her comfortable: give her fluids, change her diet, maintain low-stress environment.

But, ultimately, she’s dying. She could have months. Or a year.

Yet, somehow, I’m grateful.

Grateful that I know so we can not take her for granted. Grateful I can love her more. Grateful for the years she has given us.

This doesn’t mean it’s easy. It’s never easy to watch a pet die. I’ve held two of my dogs in my arms when they were dying. And I knew a little ahead of time it was coming.

The worst part is the helplessness of it all. Not being able to help. To make her better. To do anything. Except hold her and love her and cherish her.

While she’s here, we’ll make the most of it.

Love her till death and beyond.

We love you, dearest Emerald.

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Our precious, precious kitty

Happy Memorial Day!

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Thank you to all the men and women both past and present who have served our country and to those who have sacrificed their lives so that I can sit here today and type these words to you.

Let’s strive every day to not take our freedoms for granted, to remember those who have chosen a profession to keep us safe, and to thank veterans who gave a portion of their lives in service and who continue to do so.

THANK YOU, SERVICE MEN AND WOMEN!!!

Lemonade Stand: Sweets on the Corner…

My kids’ are opening up their lemonade/baking stand again this summer.

For sale: lemonade, cookies, brownies, cupcakes, sweet breads, peanut butter balls, and weekly specials. You never know what the treat will be! This year the kids are raising money for the Windsor High School Cross Country meet in California in September!

On the corner of 9th & Walnut Streets here in Windsor. Grab a coffee at Dutch Bros and then a treat and lemonade from my kiddos! Hours vary.

Ever Just Feel the Need at the End of a Long Day to Sit and Write?

I’ve been running around, gone all day, and all I want to do is sit and write.

It’s my release.  My vegetation.  My relaxation time.  My “TV” since I don’t watch TV.

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I type.  I breathe.  In.  Out.  I feel my muscles unclench.  My heart rate lower.  My life and brain come together.

I crave this alone time as much as I crave my morning CrossFit workouts.

It keeps me sane in the mist of insanity.

What do you do to relax and unwind?

Eye Over Windsor…

Windsor, CO
Windsor, CO

Women of Aviation, an organization dedicated to getting more girls into flying and aviation, come to the Northern Colorado Regional Airport for the first time this week. As part of Women of Aviation Worldwide Week (WOAW), girls and women of all ages were able to fly either in an airplane or helicopter for free.

Their stated mission:  “Most pilots owe their start in aviation to another pilot who noticed their interest and offered them a ‘ride’.

Fly It Forward® is a call of action to all pilots to extend the tradition to girls and women. During Women Of Aviation Worldwide Week, pilots are invited to give girls and women who have never flown in a small aircraft previously, a first flight experience. The goal of Fly It Forward® is to spark aviation vocations among the female population.”

My girls and I were lucky enough to secure a spot and yesterday we flew!

This was pre-flight as you can tell by the smile on my face!
This was pre-flight as you can tell by the smile on my face!

 

Our pilot was an older gentleman named John. He oriented us to his airplane (one that sat only 4) and got us seated. He started up and we taxied to the end of the runway. Here, he takes out a pre-checklist before we take off. Then he gets out and inspects his engine. Things all pilots due, but seeing it in action made me nervous.

Off we went. We told him we lived in Windsor, so he flew us overhead to find our house. My middle daughter was the co-pilot, and she actually got to fly for a bit. My girls have never flown before (except when they were babies), so they were super excited.

Me? Not so much. I get airsick every time I fly and did everything possible to get out of this. I kept saying how we were all going to crash and die and I didn’t want to leave my husband and son alone and what if Mommy just stayed behind and took photos and waved from the safety and security of the unmoving earth beneath my feet…

But my girls were having none of it.

Needless to say, I enjoyed the flight for a grand total of 3 minutes. Then the air around me became oppressive.  I started to sweat profusely.  My head hurt and started swimming.  My stomach churned and the nausea bag was within reach, thank God.  We had to return a few minutes early because I had visions of me puking in this tiny plane and ruining the experience for all involved.  I put my head in my hands the rest of the flight and prayed.

We touched down, and I ran to the bathroom.  Not a pretty sight.

I had a massive headache for hours afterwards, and even after I ate and drank, I felt horrible.

I swore off flying for good, wondering why I choose to torture myself like this…

On the flip side, my daughters had a great time, loved every minute of it, and wanted to go again.

“Thanks, Mom! That was awesome! Everything looks so different from the air! I got to fly! Did you see our house from the air?!  That was so cool!”

The sacrifices I make for my children once again go unnoticed, unappreciated, and disregarded.

Ah, the story of parenthood…