tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21978030486093125452024-03-05T03:32:56.670-05:00babystepscottageCottagecheaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691446779289967017noreply@blogger.comBlogger290125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197803048609312545.post-56077051337321769962013-03-11T12:38:00.002-04:002013-03-11T12:38:40.106-04:00A taste of SpringWe had some nice weather yesterday. I didn't manage to clean much of the house (my usual Sunday thing), but I managed some barn chores, fence mending and Duncan got some PLAY time! He was very happy to have lunch at the park and play on the merry-go-round. I will admit I got on myself and laughed like a fool with him!<br />
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Good news, baby Nicholas (from my last post) is doing better and is off the Ventilator and in his parents arms! That's a huge praise! Thanks to all who have continued to have him in their prayers!</div>
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Spring is just around the corner and I am thankful. I am trying to remind myself that all things will be new and green soon. That from the cold and dark of winter, comes the beauty of flowers and all that we love. It's important for me to remember to keep moving forward and take time to ride the merry-go-round with my "not so little" boy every now and then!</div>
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Cottagecheaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691446779289967017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197803048609312545.post-72635240793445274402013-02-21T15:13:00.001-05:002013-02-21T15:13:04.243-05:00Prayers for NicholasIt's not my story to tell, so I will just ask today that anyone and everyone who can pray for little Nicholas would do so!<br />
He is 7 days old and has had heart surgery and is working hard to survive. <br />
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Please prayCottagecheaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691446779289967017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197803048609312545.post-61243736395396888022013-01-28T10:41:00.001-05:002013-01-28T10:41:54.233-05:00A good SundayWe are having strange weather in Indiana. That may be a little redundant since Indiana is known for such weirdness. However, yesterday this mean the nicer part of our day was early before 'freezing rain replaced slightly below freezing and just cold". I got up and fixed Bacon, Eggs and Pancakes for the little bear. He lives for Sundays and pancakes. I was planning to go trail riding (or road riding in this case) with my friend and neighbor, Martha, at 10. So Dunc and I hopped in the car and I ran to town to get a caffeinated drink!<br />
ON the way back I saw a large bird in the trees near my house. Guess who? A Bald Eagle. This is about my 6th personal sighting and 5 very near my house. This one being closest yet! Since when I was growing up they were all but GONE from Indiana and definately not this far North, this is exciting to me. So I stopped to take his picture. While stopped a lovely elderly couple stopped to chekc on me and I showed them the Eagle. They were thrilled. I so appreciated giving them a 'lift' to their morning for their good deed of checking on me!<br />
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When I see things like this bird I always think I should have a really nice camera and carry it everywhere. Seems like a good idea...somehow a new bridle always wins the battle of where to spend my money.<br />
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Then I got out my horse and met Martha on our road for a ride. We rode for about 2 1/2 hours. It was a good ride. My mare was a bit silly after a month off because of weather, but it was nice to get out. Rode by the creek and love the sound of the water squeezing around the ice. Made me think I need to plan a lunch date with myself by a creek soon!<br />
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Got my girl brushed down, and back in her blanket and came to the house. Dunc asked for a trip to town and I relented. I'm again glad I did because in the field down the road were 13 wild turkeys! Those birds get portrayed and not very pretty, but in all honesty, they have lovely coloration. When they fly they are quite pretty and graceful. Like the eagle, it was something we didn't see in Indiana when I was younger. <br />
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Cottagecheaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691446779289967017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197803048609312545.post-10961165586010992402013-01-18T12:26:00.003-05:002013-01-18T12:26:37.468-05:00A boy and his horse<br />
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Last year I bought a new horse for ME. She has taken me to some shows, event camp and more. I ride her pretty regularly, but if you ask Duncan, she is HIS! I'm pretty sure if you ask her, she agrees. If it were anyone else, I would be jealous, but loving Duncan is a pretty good way to guarantee yourself a warm blanket, feed and love at my house! It helps that she totes me dutifully over jumps and through the woods.<br />
I'm elated Duncan loves his "grey mare", even if he offends her by making me sing the "old grey mare" to her!<br />
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I'm not sure why this is true about me, but I feel like I can't blog or write when life is kicking me in the shins. I sometimes feel like since I started this blog to discuss house/home type things that I can't write when I am not really doing those things!<br />
I feel guilty that I have cut and designed all the parts for the coffee table I am buidling, but yet I can't find the time to sand the legs and get it all painted.<br />
In all, when I say life is kicking me in the shins, it's relative. Life is pretty 'normal', but little things keep me too busy working, too busy caring for D-bear and too busy running to get it all done.<br />
Somehow I miss the fact that every day I feed and care for 2 horses, 3 dogs, 7 hens and 1 cat. Everyone is happy and shiny and fed. I also manage to run a business, pay all the bills, raise a kid with significant special needs. I also get to the gym most of the time, ride my horse and even did a few shows last year. I also manage to keep the floor swept, the dishes done, the laundry washed and everybody vertical on any given day. Yet I feel guilty I haven't sanded those dang table legs! LOL<br />
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I'm going to try to be less of a fair weather person. I tend to get so caught up in 'perfection' that I fall victim to "why bother" mentality. <br />
This Christmas I was hating myself for only getting TWO Christmas trees up. What is wrong with me? that's two more than some people! LOL So...I am going to try again to focus on the moment...and if that coffee table EVER gets done I will surely blog about it. If it doesn't, I'll just keep trucking.<br />
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Do yourself a favor this Christmas. Don't hold yourself to a higher standard than you would a friend!<br />
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Merry Christmas!<br />
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My Aunt calls me a few weeks ago asking if I want my grandmother's dresser. I am thinking of the 1950's blonde set she had and wondering what possessed her to think I would want it. Then she tells me it is an antique that was in the 'front' room, not grandma's room.</div>
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There are two stories on this peice. The one my aunt tells is grandma bought it for 50c from my great great uncle and fixed the finish and some damage to it. He then offered her $2 to get it back, she was offended. My dad, however, says he remembers going with my grandfather to buy it at an auction. Since, all firsthand parties are no longer with us, I may never know.</div>
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I love my new/old gift from Grandma! Thank you Aunt Barb for knowing how much it would mean to me!</div>Cottagecheaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691446779289967017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197803048609312545.post-78707089606256100602012-06-14T12:35:00.000-04:002012-06-14T12:35:00.568-04:00Just Obstacles<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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It's one of "those" days. I am feeling in a panic for no "real" reason.<br />
Not that I don't have reasons to feel pressure. I am running my business, raising my special needs teenager, caring for my menagerie and trying to keep fit and healthy.<br />
I often feel one or more balls are falling while I juggle, occassionally clattering to the floor and rolling away from me. I don't call it failure as long as I crawl under the sofa of life and grab the cobweb covered ball.<br />
This weekend I have a Father's day gathering at my house Saturday and a horse show Sunday. I am telling myself I am not worried about the show but I am having nightmares where my boots fall off while I am riding, I would say that's a sign! Reminds me of the 'showing up to a final exam for a class you forgot to attend' dreams of my college days.<br />
<br />I realized today though, that like a jump course, you are never jumping 10 or 12 jumps at once you are doing them in sequence. So, I am going to acknowledge my obstacles and start hopping over them. I will get the house clean enough to have company, host a fun gathering, clean my boots, braid my pony and do my best at the show on Sunday. I choose to see the blessing that is the life I am leading right here and right now!<br />
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Well, this is the start of ONE of my projects. In the back are jump poles (think horses) that I painted. I have cut this old door down (Was glass at top) and am making my new coffee table. I have spindles from my Dad's old house to build the legs. THey are also cut. Now the question of the hour: How do I find time to sand the spindles, paint the parts, paint again, distress, assemble etc. ? I need a maid and a yard guy so I can do more of these projects! LOL But then I would have to work MORE hours to pay them. Vicious circle. I often wonder how other bloggers get so much stuff done. I am picturing some sweat shops in their garages, honestly! <br />
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I am always proud of my projects when they are done, but sometimes they feel daunting when I start. I remind myself that I planted roses this weekend, filled out rest of front garden, weeded and put mulch around the property. I can do it...one step at a time!<br />
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HOpe you guys are are all conquering your PILE of projects too!Cottagecheaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691446779289967017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197803048609312545.post-75580914318893399342012-05-11T14:05:00.001-04:002012-05-11T14:05:21.853-04:00Mother's Day gift to myself!<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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She isn't without "issues" Slightly too large for where I wanted her, I chose another wall, and if I center her under the windows you might not make the stair corner with a load of towels in a basket! While watching someone else flip over a buffet might be good slapstick, it's not most realistic for daily living. Well now she is just not quite right here. I will figure it out. Maybe moving my "almost finished" china cabinet to the right. (That's another story!). Then there is the "What color do I paint her issue?" I love the white, love grey, contemplated a bright undercolor with grey or white over and let life distress her. <br />
Then there is that SHIP! Look at the top pic! A lovely ship is on the bottom drawer! Do I make a circle around it and not paint that section. If I do that do I refinish the top to match?<br />
Also she had been in storage for awhile so I had to scrub her pretty good and I am gonna do the insides with a dilute bleach solution again to get the "storage" smell out of her. By the time she is painted and refinished she is going to be JUST what I wanted. Now, can I buy TIME on CL?<br />
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By the way, MARY some of the goodies you gifted me when I first moved are in the cabinet to the left see if you an find them! Proof that the picture wasn't staged is the dust on said items! LOLCottagecheaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691446779289967017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197803048609312545.post-70848780143769159062012-05-05T12:02:00.001-04:002012-05-05T12:02:02.712-04:00BeautyIt's all around. Sometimes hiding. Sometimes in things others don't see. This was all in my back pasture. <div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLw-QgBgmpLrgeP2iHE8TOkT4SkmmXBTFB977PWZPCzz9Lz16_SHRf_b6GpL7v32AQwW5xcrjsuexN3D-AOS8XJDe8EtZt4KWEZ8rdYwyvzylgRx-Hs1CfNBbDK8-SdgOJGH631g7qqY88/s640/blogger-image-1064450761.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLw-QgBgmpLrgeP2iHE8TOkT4SkmmXBTFB977PWZPCzz9Lz16_SHRf_b6GpL7v32AQwW5xcrjsuexN3D-AOS8XJDe8EtZt4KWEZ8rdYwyvzylgRx-Hs1CfNBbDK8-SdgOJGH631g7qqY88/s640/blogger-image-1064450761.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4XsCsPGELiq8r361L_XKNrrCMbHJzLcEsdmWKv3s8IFfLV-yz5kIwZwfK9ydg02rV4jRUnsUNj7QSc6afRq5f68g8QbTcHB9DCNtjbEHWPjinI9yEB3ZAdPvsdG0gyGmHnmykbNB1HvY5/s640/blogger-image--1144852497.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh4XsCsPGELiq8r361L_XKNrrCMbHJzLcEsdmWKv3s8IFfLV-yz5kIwZwfK9ydg02rV4jRUnsUNj7QSc6afRq5f68g8QbTcHB9DCNtjbEHWPjinI9yEB3ZAdPvsdG0gyGmHnmykbNB1HvY5/s640/blogger-image--1144852497.jpg" /></a></div><div class="separator"style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPA4BOGkJctk66_gURsv8bwncbPxrNB7rW2wx-Q4K9Xc-arvJSZPMNTuiRiCqHdjT8IhdRRgrXj0TlkyaAVbdUMC8ccD4wHgUrSis0R4e9QQjru47lmO_G-Ol8WPkDLVmCfPk7kpwbK6q/s640/blogger-image--107233154.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEglPA4BOGkJctk66_gURsv8bwncbPxrNB7rW2wx-Q4K9Xc-arvJSZPMNTuiRiCqHdjT8IhdRRgrXj0TlkyaAVbdUMC8ccD4wHgUrSis0R4e9QQjru47lmO_G-Ol8WPkDLVmCfPk7kpwbK6q/s640/blogger-image--107233154.jpg" /></a></div>Cottagecheaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691446779289967017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197803048609312545.post-38822293287650649112012-04-24T13:08:00.001-04:002012-04-24T13:08:37.844-04:00Stepping<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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I am again glad I chose "Baby Steps" as the name of my blog. It is definately the only way things seem to get done in my world! </div>
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The above photo is the front of my house the day I put the offer in. The plants in front of the wall are in pots, and there is nothing but dusty dry soil below.</div>
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That was three years ago. I have wanted to do something about it for all those years. However, feeding living beings, mowing grass, riding horses and raising my son have eclipsed this "job". </div>
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This weekend I finally got some horse manure toted up there, ran a tiller and dragged the stone up from the barn (one wagon at a time).</div>
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It isn't done, plants come next, but again my steps are baby ones....but I refuse to stop stepping! </div>
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This photo is horrendous, but you get the idea. I can't wait for it to be full of hostas and impatiens. Looks alot more like the cottage I am growing it into. Now I just don't know if I wan to sit on my back deck or in my front yard more. It's a good problem to have!</div>
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I love the feel I did something tangible! <br />
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I am a self-employed Pet Stylist. I love MOST dogs and MOST owners and I enjoy making a silk purse from a sow's ear on a daily basis. It is rewarding, busy and I make a good living while being able to raise a special needs child. I don't know what I would do if I didn't groom. I'm even pretty sure I would do it if I was "independantly wealthy" all the sudden. Maybe not the grumpy dogs or clients.</div><div>The thing I hate is paperwork. Every year this time I ask myself who this "Uncle Sam" guy is related to and how to I disown him? I have no problem paying taxes, putting my money to the building of roads, educating the future generation etc.. What I hate is the tediousness that goes along with tax time.</div><div>Every year I swear I will "do better" and keep receipts in my computer program on a monthly basis and so on. Every year in April I am already 4 months behind for the current year as I pound away on my keyboard for little 5 and 6 dollar cash receipts. You would think I could remember cotton balls when I bought bleach, but apparantly not. </div><div>This year has added to my problems. I got a letter from the IRS saying they never received my 2009 taxes. WHAT? They cashed the check that was in that mailing, weird how that happens. So, I have to redo that paperwork. <sigh> Then I realize while doing this years taxes, that I also have an itemized expense that I hadn't been taking. It is a significant number so I need to refile back to 2008. I have until the 15th of April to get 2011 and 2008 taxes in to the IRS. Then I have to refile the 2009 ones, and file 2010 in order to get the deductions I was due. In the end it will likely get me money back and be worth it, but as I dig through my files all I can think is I wish I had someone else do this. I would much rather be under piles of dog hair that paperwork.</sigh></div><div>I'll see you again after the 15th!</div></div>Cottagecheaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691446779289967017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197803048609312545.post-30654175157178836102012-03-24T14:38:00.003-04:002012-03-24T14:46:23.655-04:00Earning his keep<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhffBYlolpnaUNLAckd8k-C-MBX1B3r49R25nXvpEk2KHL94Hc-_l-ednMAhNUbrcXzel1TyJpiIdo08rjEvCfRnhQtZ7u4uIi7nZKwSNeNMViHGAAh__VwSyJzhi7JUF_iqXBBd13sJ41S/s1600/duncannjag.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5723535216598906546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhffBYlolpnaUNLAckd8k-C-MBX1B3r49R25nXvpEk2KHL94Hc-_l-ednMAhNUbrcXzel1TyJpiIdo08rjEvCfRnhQtZ7u4uIi7nZKwSNeNMViHGAAh__VwSyJzhi7JUF_iqXBBd13sJ41S/s320/duncannjag.jpg" /></a> A few months ago I visited the Humane Society looking for a "tough looking" dog to make would-be theives consider other homes. The dog I went to look it refused to even look at me when I said his name. I started walking the aisles. This goofy Coon dog mix begged me to let him out. I really considered that insane, but did it anyway. He was silly, hard to focus and such a puppy. He was skinny as a rail, had tattered ears and did I mention SILLY? I liked him, but wasn't sure. While I was thinking my son, Duncan, grabbed the dogs cheek. It wasn't the kindest of grabs, Duncan was stressed and overwhelmed. The dog wagged his tail and kept "smiling" away. I looked the dog in the eyes and said "welcome to the family".<br />We picked him up a few days later from the neuter surgery. We renamed him "Moves Like Jagger" He is goofy, annoying and needy, but he LOVES his boy. He kisses Duncan goodnight each night, he let's Duncan walk him in the woods and he is patient when Duncan is overwhelmed. If Duncan says "Jagger" or "Wags" he comes running. His only job is to be Duncan's dog so he earns his keep. He was meant to belong to my boy! He also is a heck of a snuggle buddy and I kind of like him!<br /><br /><div></div>Cottagecheaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691446779289967017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197803048609312545.post-21051878002009458372012-03-08T12:43:00.004-05:002012-03-08T12:54:31.813-05:00Just a couple of reasons<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZiru-lVq1uNSaUEpJTzjvvvWiFZhjYfkyhx4Kgmhg3DSiBeG7SWyfvl7QCQ3Y_X7IOUnPQofoZTlSYCfFiyIBxhJtIAsLd6NCvgX2ALUDgvwsgQwPIy3dLU9Xvt3CWTY6MbkXLYnfamcI/s1600/016.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 277px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717584719153009538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjZiru-lVq1uNSaUEpJTzjvvvWiFZhjYfkyhx4Kgmhg3DSiBeG7SWyfvl7QCQ3Y_X7IOUnPQofoZTlSYCfFiyIBxhJtIAsLd6NCvgX2ALUDgvwsgQwPIy3dLU9Xvt3CWTY6MbkXLYnfamcI/s320/016.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><div>I won't use the word excuse, because I don't ever feel sorry when I am trucking along. I did miss my blogosphere and the people in it.</div><br /><br /><div>So on of the reasons I was absent for so long are horse-related. The mare above, Chai (October 2010 this photo) ended up very lame this summer and I considered euthanizing her, found her a good farrier and kept her going. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Another reason I have been absent is I am spending more time in the gym. By more time, I mean I was basically NOT fit or active as of November 2010, I had already lost 30 or so pounds by then, but not adding nearly enough activity. I joined the gym and even hired a trainer. The work has been hard, gruelling and honestly I Love it now. It is weird to be THAT person, the one who LIKES the gym, but I am! I am now 70lbs down in total and forty or so of that since last November.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>So here is part of what I have gained by missing my blog:<br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxLA_fjEfBEd9plIYI5Y4XT0UAzbqr6Jj6ewd9Cvx7WTAeKtCryu0Xa4cKy1udBs76nxjn8xjoTSMIAN5Pd9H1BHc1R2ik65BCmaPA_M1967PfgCSVeaFpS9ZvoizBqu9eJJ_iRq8GLc_w/s1600/chainove11.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5717583772736319442" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxLA_fjEfBEd9plIYI5Y4XT0UAzbqr6Jj6ewd9Cvx7WTAeKtCryu0Xa4cKy1udBs76nxjn8xjoTSMIAN5Pd9H1BHc1R2ik65BCmaPA_M1967PfgCSVeaFpS9ZvoizBqu9eJJ_iRq8GLc_w/s320/chainove11.jpg" /></a><br />My fit and happy 20 year old mare as sound as she ever has been and a new fitter body to fit into the saddle. It's a weird world when a friend can snap a photo and I not immediately say "if you put that on facebook I will hurt you". I have a few more pounds to go (20 or so), but I weigh what I did in college and feel amazing. </div><br /><div><br />Funny thing is I would have NEVER posted that before picture until now. Now it isn't who I am, it's who I was and that seems less awful!</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>I'm glad to be back, but the gym is calling so I am out of here!<br /><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div>Cottagecheaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691446779289967017noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197803048609312545.post-37531911384596092752012-03-01T12:33:00.004-05:002012-03-01T13:03:49.183-05:00Is this thing on?<div>Okay, I am sure you have assumed I died, was maimed, moved to an island with no internet or worse! However, I am alive and well. Alot has happened in the months since I was a routine or semi-routine blogger. </div><br /><br /><div>It's feeling like SPring in Indiana so I am cleaning out the garage, sprucing things up and generally getting back into fixing up the house, so I might have some things to share.</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>For today I share that I found a lovely peice of Junk: An old Door!</div><br /><br /><div></div><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 189px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5714987434707686866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjNkAmcxvS5onrtw8sayEzXJPorqQ7qIX_45dm54owLO-bHzEXu7jTsRyiqxE2bHPp-Ut8jzPpCSvAK1ZgIRk2y9GCL3DwS2CPFaC0IswSMVyh16j0xDWEUVO_Rp-XBsh412ISMN2ay2agD/s320/door.jpg" /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div>I had a few ideas of what to do with it, which color to paint it and dragged it home. Then I just liked it's old patina so much I have left it for now. It isn't a door, or part of a project. For now, it is a peice of art, history in and of itself. I like it. The problem is that all the "ideas" still want a door, so now i have to find MORE of them! :D</div>Cottagecheaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691446779289967017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197803048609312545.post-20658389700810169132011-08-17T12:28:00.002-04:002011-08-17T12:33:11.841-04:00Back to School<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtsxNsh0KDoe41q3h5AfnkiSmUd4gUQ9MGemAhkPrt447kGIHo2qtNO0clkEHmTXLw9CqqE4E-kBkT_SNAMGUEBqeu_kxWulMQSm9xMHHFEo9AQ8Ikr-lK9YwT0xRP4fL4OLRBWB4_UUuF/s1600/134.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5641863141606843522" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjtsxNsh0KDoe41q3h5AfnkiSmUd4gUQ9MGemAhkPrt447kGIHo2qtNO0clkEHmTXLw9CqqE4E-kBkT_SNAMGUEBqeu_kxWulMQSm9xMHHFEo9AQ8Ikr-lK9YwT0xRP4fL4OLRBWB4_UUuF/s320/134.jpg" /></a>
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<br />Cottagecheaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691446779289967017noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197803048609312545.post-4638788732725715472011-08-06T09:46:00.003-04:002011-08-06T10:21:39.278-04:00Missing in Action?<div>Part of me feels the need to apologize for my LOOONG absence and part just wants to shrugh it off!</div><br /><br /><div>So where the heck have I been?</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Short story: Not painting furniture or redecorating! LONG VERSION</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>Taking care of horses: In this case a foster horse who was literally on the verge of starvation when I got him in February!</div><br /><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637740664480830834" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjReNtjXuvgYoxGn5wAI60HQV3x4soawAefswrsVQsNGDdGyuniRe1Qdrwg7FOKJlcTsJXn3quuhDtQpQkAES2pFnkP3jOHBAJxNtTuHgWuJlYEsrbN3_UkNKkEjwBgvyuiHD6tSlsQZ8Ur/s320/101.jpg" /></div><br /><div>Then, New York City, Rolex in Kentucky, The Grand Canyon all with my dear friend from Australia who was here for three weeks.</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkdSZgCFeP_InyXngHlWDrz9OS7pRmuZMoqP5T60XKtkCiqJbt0H6lwJnJvOhl92pqAqFvDsWehbiMy60x7R9kk2IS0_8JRKPCGM-tMt8pdlIa4U3_s6JONBh9J46YqhMheW6J6ng8LyTn/s1600/guanopointpic.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637740680089600578" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhkdSZgCFeP_InyXngHlWDrz9OS7pRmuZMoqP5T60XKtkCiqJbt0H6lwJnJvOhl92pqAqFvDsWehbiMy60x7R9kk2IS0_8JRKPCGM-tMt8pdlIa4U3_s6JONBh9J46YqhMheW6J6ng8LyTn/s320/guanopointpic.jpg" /></a> Spoiling Duncan AND my six neices and nephews who moved next door to my work!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyRMX6DhtkQxqxY5s_BDVLVheANn_EYM2h_dlQzRYbKz0gY6STWYY_4qnwQp9CNRKzocDcVBr_VNpWx4dGbTsl_H2P-_YpKfxMObdMDxKKAdktztIIosbxq1Ytn1PBNamC1g2B20_3Esm6/s1600/Photo12131053.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637740677820247282" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjyRMX6DhtkQxqxY5s_BDVLVheANn_EYM2h_dlQzRYbKz0gY6STWYY_4qnwQp9CNRKzocDcVBr_VNpWx4dGbTsl_H2P-_YpKfxMObdMDxKKAdktztIIosbxq1Ytn1PBNamC1g2B20_3Esm6/s320/Photo12131053.jpg" /></a><br />Finding a new show horse since my old girl is ready to retire! Also I have been at the gym 4 to 6 days a week since November! I have made huge changes to my strength and endurance and have learned to ignore that stupid number on the scale! (mostly)<br /><br /><br /><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBSXvv16BV1VQt36TKkwRjjkK7nxLXWeicMmf5O_OqWkg8CF_2s1TewjzcyWb7wd_SNEcmKMBW5OcnD4XKk7ZOa3d3Wrjg50Idm8XDbasHd2faiGbbqVylJP-UdfzlGz0su4e41AuP7_yD/s1600/P120711_19.52.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5637740673787004018" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiBSXvv16BV1VQt36TKkwRjjkK7nxLXWeicMmf5O_OqWkg8CF_2s1TewjzcyWb7wd_SNEcmKMBW5OcnD4XKk7ZOa3d3Wrjg50Idm8XDbasHd2faiGbbqVylJP-UdfzlGz0su4e41AuP7_yD/s320/P120711_19.52.jpg" /></a><br /><br />And.... way more! I'm not sure exactly why I haven't been blogging. It isn't just busy, but I got out of the habit of carrying my camera and got out of the habit of doing it. I am not promising anything grand, but I do have some stories to tell, so Duncan starts school Wednesday and I might have a few more minutes in my day!<br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div>Cottagecheaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691446779289967017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197803048609312545.post-45647343370919691972011-01-25T11:43:00.004-05:002011-01-25T12:00:38.051-05:00ForgetfulnessThings, in my life, trickle down. In this case, my never remembering to take my camera to Walgreen's (or elsewhere) to put the pictures on disk or print them. (yes after last years stolen computer I insist on doing so) means my camera is basically full and I can't take pictures. When I don't take pictures I don't blog. <sigh>So today, on my way to the gym, I am making the trip to the store to do so. I hope this will bring me back to blogging.<br /><br />In the meantime, I found a photo I didn't post last year, that I should have.<img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5566166994529915794" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjCjIuDeaOH1q8_aFIyYkJDVyMUr32BhCZciuB9edcrH0CEm_tyXC6n6k_ttZP-TXI7Hit0spZ_l0AfqwavY3Oy_WH6lc5uMpgf0Y7bFtqBcVR8EHt8qoZ9VY6iJ-EimEPMRAlC6ZccBIC7/s320/IMG_0094.JPG" />This little guy knocked himself out on my door and had to have a think about it for a moment. I babysat him until he got up and went, because my cat doesn't appreciate his beauty as much as his flavor.<br /><br />I hope to see his family back soon....I need some spring in my world!Cottagecheaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691446779289967017noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197803048609312545.post-63687497769781004332011-01-06T09:44:00.003-05:002011-01-06T09:53:24.327-05:00Resolving without Perfection<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgLSUb4KDiS_JL6fjOqYebI8mkuwkCty0QgW0nlozwHdlj8cw7GsupJYqSN7keJ39L24jgR9j8Tfnlxq084Mm5Yq_A-isJl1bKapj4xFas7-Sh2cQEncmKyUA3SS2ZMG1OvQ76nhFZkMy/s1600/IMG_0114.JPG"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5559083946532805474" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiKgLSUb4KDiS_JL6fjOqYebI8mkuwkCty0QgW0nlozwHdlj8cw7GsupJYqSN7keJ39L24jgR9j8Tfnlxq084Mm5Yq_A-isJl1bKapj4xFas7-Sh2cQEncmKyUA3SS2ZMG1OvQ76nhFZkMy/s320/IMG_0114.JPG" /></a> This whole "New Year's Resolution" thing has failed me year after year, until LAST year. I decided I would stop saying things like "I will NEVER..." and other such perfection-requiring, things. So, last year I made my ONE resolution that I would show my horse...that single thing required I do lots of little things to get there. I didn't say I will ride my horse four days a week, because then the first week I rode three I would have already failed...I didn't say I will lose 35lbs, because then when I only lost 33 I had failed.<br />Many of you have made and broken your perfection driven resolutions. I have a few "resolutions" this year, but they don't require never eating a single donut again...or I would have already failed that one too! :D<br />So I will lose at least one more jeans size, run/jog/walk a 5K, knock a few more big projects out at the house and show in at least one more show this year.<br />Now don't think I just wait for those to happen, but right now I am working out at the gym 3 days a week, hired a fitness trainer, am attending Weight Watchers meetings and keeping my horse happy, healthy and riding when the weather permits.... Had I said something like "I will go to the gym five days a week I would have failed last week when Duncan was home trashing my schedule!<br /><br />So, let go of the perfection and just give yourself a reasonable goal and stop setting yourself up to Fail!<br /><br />Happy New Year Dear friends!Cottagecheaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691446779289967017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197803048609312545.post-37070439820639906812010-12-17T13:02:00.002-05:002010-12-17T13:05:53.130-05:00Merry Christmas!<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mirPrYRmQC6D60PXgA36e_THtpRbbq3mddqAbQ0MYFFzURsWcSkJ_VjlH689YjzYN1jGqBYd4MjLbEZRZdKlDWrS98ip6nsZ-hPDMyDjP_mkFZjT97O_KYfrI3KaJxVTuZaURjOFi-uW/s1600/collage+pics1.jpg"><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 247px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5551713638770569170" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg9mirPrYRmQC6D60PXgA36e_THtpRbbq3mddqAbQ0MYFFzURsWcSkJ_VjlH689YjzYN1jGqBYd4MjLbEZRZdKlDWrS98ip6nsZ-hPDMyDjP_mkFZjT97O_KYfrI3KaJxVTuZaURjOFi-uW/s320/collage+pics1.jpg" /></a> Each year I send out a Christmas letter to my family and friends. I select pictures from the year that I think capture the year. These were my selections for this year. Since, as my readers, you are my friends I will share them with you...even though you may have seen them all before!<br /><br />Merry Christmas to you and yours!<br /><div></div>Cottagecheaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691446779289967017noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2197803048609312545.post-63775657077568328502010-12-01T10:31:00.008-05:002010-12-07T15:51:16.434-05:00Another Farewell!<div>It has taken me a few weeks to even begin writing this blog entry. I lost another friend this year and I haven't quite accepted the reality yet. Somehow, it seems, not writing the words or posting the memorial makes it less real in some way. However, Scott deserves a farewell and thus I will do my best.</div><div>I attend Weight Watchers weekly, sometimes I am very successful and my meetings are celebratory, other times I fail the program and I go so that the scale and my friends will remind me that going UP is not the goal. Last January a "new guy" plopped down at our table. We are a large meeting and many of us sit in smaller 'groups' and our group has been together for what seems a long time. We have people come sit with us and as we did with Scott we welcome them, chat with them and try to behave ourselves through the meeting without talking amongst ourselves. Many times, new members will migrate to a less 'set' group, a group of other newbies, a group that doesn't have such a hard time behaving, but Scott was instant part of our group. He made it even harder for me not to crack jokes, because he laughed easily and seemed to just fit in with us. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 267px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5548045083527740850" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiAeAbGg9aufiSxbPiLYf01fZ0O6HjeFkBHCaBUfr-ls0aoTmY421vNA6RlywAdaXa4seitVGEeufB_rNKTYPlyfRFZRng47L4Z2TaPC2uAQ_UCfGbBAxo1EqKiTwWu27gMDOCjJPLUiucN/s320/scott.jpg" /></div><div>Somewhere along the way he became "one of us" and for me when I knew I could call him FRIEND (a word I value highly) was when I posted on Facebook about a previous loss and he instantly sent me a message that I could call him if I needed to talk. I did call and I told him I couldn't stop crying and he assured me it was okay and he listened as I blubbered and talked nonsense, somehow absorbing my pain despite our being relative strangers. He was an empathetic sort with a great heart.</div><div>We would chat at meetings about family and life and we shared different but similiar stories about children and their doctors appointments, faith and more. During his time at Weight Watchers he lost about 50lbs (if I remember correctly) and began joining us for our monthly dinner celebrations when he could. The few times I had to bring Duncan to meetings he was super-kind to Duncan allowing him to hang on for big hugs that Duncan likes. When he would talk about his daughters he was very proud and was always telling me how his oldest was and animal lover like myself. In August he had to leave Weight Watchers for a time and we made a point to invite him to our September dinner (it was my birthday and I wanted all my buddies there).</div><div>I have regrets now, hindsight is like that, that I didn't make more time. I didn't 'bother' him for the October dinner, because there was always the November one, right? I didn't think to invite his family for dinner because I could do it after I finished painting the hutch, right? I never dreamed I would meet his daughters and wife at his memorial. No matter how many times I am reminded that life is short and we should take the time WHILE we have the time...I can find failings. However, I am glad he chose to sit with us. I am glad he was so easily amused as to have found my jokes worthy of laughter. I am even glad the last message I sent to him on facebook was "come and visit you snob" or something similiar, because I meant it, I just wish he had. </div><div> </div><div>I think there is never enough time to not wish for "one more". One more laugh, one more meal, one more 'attaboy'...however, I hope this December and beyond we will all enjoy the ones we have with the ones that are left....</div><br />Farewell, Scott Reed, you are missed!<br /><br /><div></div><div> </div>Cottagecheaphttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15691446779289967017noreply@blogger.com1