The Best Time Of The Day

 

I have never been a morning person. It's not natural to me to wake up bright and shiny ready and rearing to go. In fact I set my alarm about 40 minutes before I have to leave because I'm prone to hitting the snooze serveral times. Where I don't drink coffee or have any of those perks in the morning, my day generally starts with a foggy head. I read once that eating an apple and drinking water will wake you up better than coffee, but the last thing I want when I wake up is food or liquid. It churns my stomach, always has. Anyway, I only live about a mile from work and since I started at Artbeat in May I've done my best to get a good nights rest so I can wake up in time to walk to work. Mind you this doesn't happen everyday but at least a couple days a week I trek my happy bum out to the bright and busy world.
As much as I mumble and grumble inside my house the instant I open my door to begin my walk, this burst of fresh air hits me and pow I'm good to go. That doesn't mean I'm not tired about an hour into work when I'm standing next to a very warm dryer and doing the same movements over and over again. But for that first 20 minutes of my day I feel energized and refreshed. I wish I could hang on to that feeling. So much of our lives consist of activities that drag us down or make us feel heavy with stress.
I notice a lot of little things in the morning. The squish of the wet grass, the slap of my feet on the sidewalk, the same two elderly people walking the same two poodles everyday. It's not that I mean to overlook these (for the most part) unimportant events of the day, but it's nice to have that time set aside to reflect a little bit. It's my me time I suppose. I don't think about my messy house, or my work day ahead of me, or the mile long list of errands I make each day. It's my time to breathe and I love it.
I hope all of you find your time of day to just breathe. It's pretty awesome. :0)
love
H.

Red Lodge Montana

This past week we were able to meet my family (almost) halfway in a small town called Red Lodge for a bike rally. It's what my folks are into, and as long as it doesn't get to crude or crazy we have quite a bit of fun at those things too. We've been to Sturgis with them in the past and although we had a good time I have to say I prefer the mellow Red Lodge feel as opposed to the "let's live up to the crazy fame of Sturgis" vibe. We were only there a few days and honestly I didn't really take many pictures but I thought I'd post a few of my family that I liked. And just so ya know, no my parents don't just play dress up for these things, that's them 24/7. They love that rough and rumble life of a hardworking, hard playing kind of people. I love them all the more for it, even if I don't always fit in. We also celebrated my Dad's 50th Birthday early since we had quite a few of the gang up there as it was. I miss them already but reality always calls us home to soon!
Case & Me upon arriving...10 hour drive gets a bit tiring...

My older brother Matthew looking very pensive. Hahaha

My Father LeRoy in all his biker glory! I always think he looks a bit like a viking too.

A picture of my Mom Coke & me that I really like. She looks so pretty! It's hard to catch her in a moment like this!

My mom on HER bike with the side car.

Basement Apartment Blessings

 

Today got blazing hot! Most banks had numbers from 98-100 degrees! July if finally here people! I'm happy to finally have the heat with one exception, it makes me feel so icky! A great blessing however is the fact that currently we reside in a basment apartment and that keeps us very cool. Sometimes downright cold! I'm not kidding, I often have to wear my robe or a sweater down here.
I went apartment hunting today with my sister in law to see if we could find something reasonably price with a bit more space. It's pretty slim pickings however out there so with a sigh I went home today only to discover a wonderful cool wall of air as soon as I walked in. I have a greater appriciation for this place. Although we've outgrown it heavily it's comfortable and right for us at this time. Someday we'll have more space but for the time being I'm honestly quite happy with where we live.
Just an update from my last posts real quick and I'll go. Things have been looking more up lately. I've been working hard at a change of attitude and a change of heart. I'm so sorry for soundng so negative before. I truly have a blessed and wonderful life. I couldn't ask for more!
Love to you all!
H.

Shades of Grey

 

I've always been the type to get into a series. Books, shows, movies, ect. I can remember back when I was first reading bigger books I fell in love with the author James Howe. He wrote this funny, adorable books based around a vampire rabbit named Bunnicula. I LOVED them! I graduated to Anne of Green Gables, and my love of a good series just grew more and more. Harry Potter, Twilight, you name them I've read them. I just can't help but fall in love with the characters and their potential. I feel their losses, joys, humorous moments. I try to share anything and everything. However when my husband asked me to watch Avatar: The Last Airbender, I balked. It was a cartoon not a book, it was oriented twards a very young group, and it was only three seasons long so how good could it be? I must say though, after a few episodes I was hooked. I love the story of the Avatar, his funny friends, their trials. I love the adorable animals and thier crazy antics. I couldn't be more excited for the live action version.
Tonight we went to the movie with another couple who is just as in love with the Airbender as we are. We sat, watched, waited, and finally were able to comment to each other during the credits everything that was wrong with the movie. This was off, or that was WAY off. But you know, even with all the "wrong" things, I still loved it. The storys heart was the same. And that's what mattered to me.
I think I may just be a kid at heart because honestly more often than not I like to slip away into a childish fantasy world, rather than a thought provoking adult one. They aren't as dissimilar as one might think, the only real difference is in a childs world things are a bit more black and white, a little less grey. I like that. It's sort of how I think 98%of the time. Haha. It can be troublesome though. Our world is not black and white. But at least for and hour and 1/2, I could imagain it was.
I'm working on my black and white thought process though. I've discovered that it's a big source of why I'm so discontended much of the time. I expect things to be one way and when they are not, it throws me completely off balance. I'm learning that some things get mushed a little and that's okay. :0)