Monday, August 31, 2009
Image via CrunchBaseAs a PC, I am loathe to admit that there is something I want that is produced by Apple. I love the commercials. The geeky dude in the outdated corduroy jacket and glasses side by side with the chic new kid in the skinny jeans... Brilliant! Makes me feel old just thinking about it. But truly, I stick by my convictions that Mac isn't all that and a bag of chips - Mostly...
I do want to get an iPhone. Shhhhh! Don't laugh so loud! I know you think that once I experience the cute little thing I will be forever swayed to the "other side"... Not likely! I will not be hypnotized by Steve Jobs..... I just want that coolio phone! I have a Blackberry now and I am loving it. But that iPhone - It stalks my dreams.
What is stopping me? The carrier exclusiveness, that's what! Another incredibly annoying thing about Apple is that they are such snobs! They refuse to deal in the real world and play well with others. I hate that! I wish we could all just get along... If Verizon ever gets the iPhone I will move heaven and earth to try it out. Until then, I will just covet Bro's phone. Being the super-cyber-geek that he is he has one all jail-broke to work with his carrier. I am jealous. He simply giggles at me every time I ask to play with it... Snot!
I want an iPhone.
Sunday, August 30, 2009
I have this memory of camping that only children have. I don't remember sleeping on the ground, all lumpy and bumpy with rocks under the tent liner. I don't remember disastrous food prep. I don't remember being horrified at having to pee outside, and other unmentionables, although I do remember the fact that I still cannot pee without somehow getting it on my feet - EEEEEEEWWWW!
I have romanticized this camping phenomenon. I think that I want to do it one more time before I hit that great beyond, but then I start thinking about what that entails. Setting up a tent. Boiling water. Sleeping (or not) on the ground. Cooking over a campfire. Being overly aware of how much I might look like a snack for some unknown beast just beyond the light of the campfire. Oh, yes - the campfire! I have to figure that one out too!
I want to go camping, one more time... I think... Maybe... OK, how about camping in my backyard where I can come inside when I can't sleep?
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Saturday, August 29, 2009
I can hear you... And I understand. I am often taken for seriously warped on this. Hubby rolls his eyes and pretty much says, "Not on your life!"
(Is she going to clarify?)
Why yes, I am!
I would like, in my old age, to be one of those horrifically green-house gas emitting huge motor home driving geezers who show up without calling because, hey! We have our own room! I want to drive around the states, visiting family, and seeing sights that we couldn't ever see while Hubby had his business and we had 30+ horses to take care of. I want to have a "house" that I can keep neat and tidy, mostly because I have to or we will suffer concussions due to Hubby's propensity for imitating Mario Andretti behind the wheel. I want to be able to see and do things on the fly, making decisions based on if our ride slash house can make that corner. I want to have a lap dog because they fit in the bus easier and are not likely to be stepped on by a horse or eaten by a coyote.
I want to be homeless.
Friday, August 28, 2009
Image via CrunchBaseYeah. Entrepreneur. Up until about 3 years ago, that word had all kinds of incredibly wonderful connotations for me. I thought Entrepreneurs were these wildly inventive individuals like the dude who runs Virgin... I figured they were globe trotters with worldly experience who knew all and were undeniably intelligent and never, ever ran their businesses in the red.
Then someone called me an Entrepreneur! Who me? Surely not... I am not a globe trotter. I am located somewhere right of the "world". And that whole red thing - Well, let's just say I do business in crimson colored glasses!
I would like, as a Bucket List Item, to somehow, someday be able to sell one of the many businesses I
Fact is, I run three businesses and none of them is at a profit. One makes a little money but barely keeps it's head above water, one is my therapy, and one is hubby's dream job. All in all, I keep the hoola-hoops in motion, but nothing ever seems to be the seamless, smooth venture I pictured an entrepreneur would be in charge of. It feels very much like hoola-hooping with about 5 hoops going at all times, if not more! With all that activity, I should not be terrified at the thought of a swimsuit!
I can't complain too much. We have enough to pay the bills and I do drive a new car. We don't have bill collectors calling and we have food in the pantry. I guess I need to adjust my expectations...
I would like to sell a business for profit.
Thursday, August 27, 2009
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That said, I would love to have a vacation by myself.
I read a book once, written by Anne Morrow Lindbergh, called Gift from the Sea. Amazing book! It likened periods in our lives to various sea shells... Ok, so it's a bit odd to talk about it, but really a very good read. My copy is a bit water logged as I read it in the bath and that is where I keep the volume now. About as close to the sea as my land locked body gets these days. But I digress....
In the book Mrs. Lindbergh talked extensively about taking yearly vacations by herself! I was so floored! She had children... A husband... She was a professional writer... There were responsibilities... And yet, she took a week (maybe two) out for just her. She wrote, walked on the beach, gathered shells, ate when she pleased (if she pleased) and she did nothing. NOTHING! Can you even imagine?
Obviously, I cannot. But I would like to try!
I want to take a vaction alone.
Wednesday, August 19, 2009
Image by Denver Pam via FlickrCrystal clear water, white sandy beaches, the colors that almost knock you over and food that makes you want to burst for eating so much of it....
Hubby and I honeymooned in Ja. I absolutely looooved it! The beach and the hotel and the people and the most incredible food and drink! Not to mention it was our honeymoon... C'mon, mon! It was stellar in a way that I cannot ever hope to duplicate.
But I would like to revisit Jamaica on older legs with more appreciation for the details, more love of life and what I can take out of just sitting with Hubby in a place that holds such amazing memories for us.
When we first went on our honeymoon, we forgot the camera. Let's face it, there were other things on our minds... (blushes slightly) I would not make that mistake again! Even though I have to take the sad, sad P&S Canon... I would have some pictures of our time there! Irregardless of the fact that I should never be photographed in a bathing suit... EVER!
I want to go back to Jamaica.
Tuesday, August 18, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
Image via Wikipedia(Rolls eyes...)
I want this one. This is one I really want to see. I have a goal and I am working toward it, but it is about as realistic to me as spotting the Loch Ness Monster or Big Foot.
In this culture and economic clime, this may be more of a pipe dream than ever before, but then so is seeing all the places in my last post.
I would like to spend at least one year with no debt to drag us down. To be able to make decisions based on what is in the bank account rather than what is not in the bank account. You know, like, "Do we eat or pay the mortgage?"
Now, since we do pay over $7K in mortgages per month, this is a very big "Bucket" to try to fill. We shall see.
What would life look like with no debt? Hopefully much more peaceful, a bit cleaner, well traveled, controlled... A myth really!
Sunday, August 16, 2009
There are some places in this grand world that I would dearly love to see. I think. Except for that travel thing. That thing that makes me get on planes and go places I don't know and be in places I don't speak the right language... That flat out terrifies me. But maybe, just maybe, I will overcome those fears to see these locales.
I want to see:
Image by Jonathan Taglione via Flickr
Kind of hilarious how fast that list grew from three places in my blog notebook to so many once I got started!
I am not a world traveler. In fact, I have a hard time traveling within my own country. I am, at heart, a big chicken for not getting out of my comfy zone and stretching my legs. I read about how so many bloggers travel so often and some even to Blog Camp (still pondering the bravery of that venture...) to meet so many wonderful and random folks. I think to myself how fascinating that would be, to travel like Julochka and be so nonchalant about it.
I myself am more the sweaty palmed traveler. I can be excited about a trip, but I still have all that anxiety leading up to it. I wonder what might go wrong, if I took a wrong turn (I do most of my traveling by car), how will I know where the "bad" neighborhoods are? And then I start into the international thingy.... Forget it! I am now balled up on the bathroom floor and sweating profusely!
Hubby? Well, he is adventurous at heart! He spend seven months in Italy (being all linguistically challenged didn't seem to bother him a bit) and even had a trek into Austria and Germany for a few days. He, of course, saw horses on his forays. I would want to see castles and cathedrals and landscape. I know that if I had Hubby on for the ride, I could do it. His demeanor and his calm, mixed in with the fact that he got horrifically lost on the train in Italy, would give me the courage I need to make it a fun adventure and not a decent into the depths of doom.
I would like to travel.
Saturday, August 15, 2009
Friday, August 14, 2009
For Boy, I want to see him plug in! I have this fear that Boy will be my child that struggles against the grain for the rest of his life. I am proud he is a free-thinker, but I also understand that finessing that trait is all about gradients. (Is that even remotely grammatically correct? Eh!) I love that he is funny, wildly talented, incredibly linear in his thinking and very artsy as well. He is also the child that is most like me. He is impatient, stubborn, hot tempered... Yes, Grudgy Greta was in full swing when my son was percolating in the womb. I want him to keep his incredible sense of right and wrong, I want him to be an out-of-the-box-thinker and remain as innovative has he is right now. I also want him to be so very aware of how to make it in a world that often poses such threats to our dreams. I want him to be a dream seeker with tenacity and verve. I want to see him succeed.
Thursday, August 13, 2009
Image via WikipediaI love to write. I love that my daughter loves to write. I am so blessed to be afforded the time to write. Therefore, blogging has just fit into my life like an old pair of sneakers (definitely not ones used in exercise, though).
It has been years since I have been this prolific in my writing. Sad, really. But I am back in the swing and calling it a type of therapy. I don't aspire to write professionally, though Hubby thinks I might be good at that, I just enjoy it as a pastime and hobby.
I want to thank Julochka, Spud and Extranjera for being such amazing writers to inspire and model and hopefully not scare the daylights out of...
I am starting a new project for myself. Since I have not been in the blog culture for very long, I don't have any idea if it has been "done", but frankly - I don't care. That is part of what makes the Blogosphere such a wonderful place. I can do what I want (within reason) and no one cares. If they want to read, they do, and if not - no worries. I am doing this for me and to inspire my daughter. I am going to start a Bucket List.
I am sure you know what I am talking about. That list you make (like in the movie) of things you want to do before you kick the bucket, die, go belly up... Ideally, these are things you can actually do before you buy the farm. But some are things I can only hope someday to get close to.
A quick aside: Thanks to the small list of readers I have acquired. I can only hope I don't bore you to tears or scare you running down the street away from your computer screens! Those secrets were pretty scary! Thanks for sticking with me!
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
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That's right. I'm a PC. In my silly, outdated corduroy jacket and my spectacles. I don't care. Because at the very heart of it, I am also very
I can't stand spending more money when I can get a very comparable machine for much less moooolah. And actually, I figure I can get so much more for what I drop on a PC than I can with a Mac.
Now, I am a brand-y kind of girl. Got turned on to Dell a while back, and have not regretted one time the purchases I have made with that company. They have been stellar at fixing my issues, when I have them, and they have an option that entails getting to speak to someone here on my side of the pond when things go wonky. I really like that feature. There is nothing more frustrating than having an issue of any kind and not being able to understand the person who is supposed to be helping you. It makes me I'm-going-postal-kind-of-crazy.
Lest you think me completely ignorant, I do covet one thing that Steve Jobs has promoted and that is the iPhone. ooooooh - Waaaaaaant! But I digress... (Straightens corduroy jacket, pushes glasses up, fiddles with tie...)
I am not enthralled with Macs. I think that they are cool. They have some neat colors. (I haven't looked to see if there is a purple model - I dare not...) I can't bear the thought of spending two times the amount for half the machine... I just can't. I know... My Bro thinks I am absolutely outdated and very unhip. He is, of course, correct. No doubt. I am also stubborn. (Shocker!)
So in this ultra cool bloggy world, I will be an outcast with my P&S Canon and my Dell PC. I'm ok with that. (Pushes glasses back onto nose with a sniff...) I can only hope that someday I will surpass the assumptions of the Mac-a-philes toward us PC users.
I will consider it my job as an abassador of peace... Can't we all just get along?
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And that, my friends, is the end of my 30 Secrets in 30 days. Thanks Spudballoo. I couldn't do it justice in the way you did. I had fun, though. I learned some things about myself... I am sure you all know way too much about me now as well! I only hope I kept you reading.
On to a new project and some wonderfully random thoughts...
Tuesday, August 11, 2009
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Sunday, August 9, 2009
Image by Cayusa via FlickrOnce a year, in a good year, we go to Las Vegas. We get a room at the oldie but goody hotel and I try to plan at least one night away from the tables to have dinner and maybe see a show. The rest of the time, as a dutiful wife, I spend at the poker tables with Hubby.
You would think after so many years together, we might have had some things of each other's rub off on us. Hubby is a fair poker player. He isn't one to have enough time to hone this into any kind of career, and I shudder to think that he might ever try. But he holds his own. He can play all day on $100. In Vegas, that is pretty cool! And it is useful. Mostly, because I am terrible.
I have a gambling problem. That is to say, I am a terrible gambler! Not that I jump up and scream when I have a good hand... I know the basics people! I just suck at playing odds! I cannot read the board, as those seasoned gamblers would say, so I often end up losing because I think I have something and I get soundly, roundly beat...
Why play at all then, you might ask? Because Hubby loves it so very much and I know he would be disappointed if we spent our time together, rare as it is without kids, separated and in different parts of the casino. I play very conservatively and just try to stay alive for the time that Hubby is playing so that I can eat lunch/dinner with a refreshed and rejuvenated husband, so happy in this element. Besides, the spas in Vegas are astronomically expensive!!!! What I would spend on a day at the spa would fuel Hubby's trip for 5 days! I just can't seem to justify that...
So, yes - I gamble. Yes, I have a gambling problem.... I absolutely suck at playing poker! That's the problem!
Saturday, August 8, 2009
Image via WikipediaExcuse me! Whew! Hold on.... I feel another sneeze coming on...
(A brief aside for those who don't know me personally: I live on a horse ranch. I am married to a horse trainer. I spend a lot of my time in a barn filled with horses and hay and dust. I walk amid fields of waist tall grass to get to my home. I truly love my life!)
I am allergic. Allergic to dust, grass, alfalfa and horses (on occasion). All things I am exposed to on a regular basis. Daily, as a matter of a fact.
When you see me with my swollen eyes and my stuffy sounding voice, know that I married for love. Deep, uncontrollable, inexplicable love.
Pardon... I need to take this little white pill. It seems to help. Most of the time.
I cannot even be in the barn when they feed the horses. I am that allergic to hay. If I sit in the dust too long, I will have an asthma attack to beat all. I have to be very careful about touching those beautiful horses during their sheds... Otherwise, like the response to hay or alfalfa, I will be covered with little red welts.
What was I thinking you ask? I wasn't. I was in love. I figured I would just buy Benadryl in bulk and hope that I "grew out of it." I did not. I grew into it, actually. Found I was allergic to even more, but I digress...
I do love my life, and if that means that I take an allergy pill to truly enjoy it - so be it. I'm ok with that.
Ahhhhh, ahhhhh, ahhhhhh....
Friday, August 7, 2009
That's me. I wait until the last minute. A lot. I seem to just work in a constant state of urgency. I believe there is a philosopher (or maybe just a self-help guru) that once coined the phrase "tyranny of the urgent". I live there. In urgent land. Hiding behind the doorway, gleening just one last minute before you absolutely have to have that thing you have been waiting on - that thing I have been promising you.
It isn't always a room with a view. In fact, I don't like this part of my personality at all. I would rather be that person that has it all together, organized and ready to move at a moment's notice. Um, no way in H-E-double-hockey-sticks! I am just not that chick, no matter how I try.
Now, I could try to tell you that I am just so busy with all three biz's that I just run out of time. Some of that might be true and legit. The fact is, however, that I have been this way from the time I began managing any kind of schedule I might have. Just the facts. I cannot deny the truth.
I am a procrastinator. Or maybe I have a syndrome. I could research that on the web. Tomorrow. Or maybe Friday, I have appointments tomorrow...
Thursday, August 6, 2009
Wednesday, August 5, 2009
Call it what you will - Lurker, computer savvy, cyber stalker... I am just that. All of that. In a very harmless way, I might add. Well, harmless to others - I can drive myself nuts!
If it has an entry on the web, if I want to somehow track someone down, if I think there is any way possible it might be on the net -I can find it. I can think outside the box that way. I can Google with the best of them. For hours. For the same thing. A bit OCD, I admit. But it can be useful!
I once found a high school classmate while getting ready for our 20th year reunion. I was a little distressed to find an entry with her name that said she was a lesbian softball coach in a major university. Not that there's anything wrong with that... (Seinfeld). She wasn't, by the way - A lesbian, that is. She is a doctor... Much more intimidating!
I have tracked down folks that owe us money. I have found folks to send stuff to. And I have closed my Facebook account because it makes it impossible for me to mind my own business!
I try to use my powers for good. Mostly. Sometimes I fail. Sometimes Grudgy Greta gets on the net and wreaks havoc with my sense of forgiveness and pride.
I lurk on a number of blogs. I try to leave comments. Sometimes I just lurk because all I can think to say is wow... I am so outclassed by the scores of other writers out there! But then, this here bloggy thing I do, it was made for me. So.... If I happen to stalk you, lurking there in the bloggy shadows and don't say a word, feel no fear! I am simply admiring your words and hoping one day to put mine down in a way that doesn't send you screaming from your computer...
Tuesday, August 4, 2009
Image via WikipediaIt's a darned good thing that Hubby doesn't read this here blog. This is a very well kept secret that I have not divulged to anyone on any basis, ever. I don't know why I take this chance that someone might find out that I actually can drive around that silly contraption and actually make me do it.
Here's the one thing that keeps me fairly safe in this, however. I may know how to drive the silly Zetor tractor around, but I cannot ever seem to get it started and I cannot keep those silly levers straight to make the bucket/drag work. I prefer to remain the lovely but useless woman when it comes to the heavy equipment around the ranch. It makes much more sense.
Besides, how many Queens of Everything do you see behind the wheel of the tractor???