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How I feel In Love…

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Kim is not feeling well today so in true Bluebird Sisterhood I am writing a post for her blog ūüôā

How I Feel in Love…

I have to say that I have never really been impressed by dogs. Growing up, the oldest of 10, we have a fair share of animals running in and out of the house. Most of them came to their doom when my dad (Seeing that all 10 of his children were not responsible and/or selfish) would find some place for them to go (we still wonder if he really took the baby hamsters to the Chinese Restaurant down the street). So with this mentality I never bonded with dogs and thought they were just big mess makers (Especially when you tried to step in a backyard of a dog owners house. I remember last year when our neighbors got a dog and my 4 year old stepped in the dog poop, walked into our house, and then stepped on my expensive oriental area rug smearing the mess everywhere). So dogs just put a bad taste in my mouth…

That is until I met Sam, he is an Irish wolfhound and I have to confess, I think I have fallen in love. He is a giant dog, just huge, and I met him last week. He just came right up to me and bowed at my feet… then he started to lick my toes. He is SO tall that my Emma, who is 2, can walk right under him. He has such a good personality and I can see now how people can fall in love with their animals. I don’t own him, just think about him and his long tongue and stingy hair. There are also these adorable Irish Wolfhound babies, that I think I am going to have to have. There is a runt with a way-ward eye, oh my, all my will was holding me back from scooping up that puppy and taking it home right away. I am such a sucker for adorable animals! We did eventually have to leave my new found loves, so I went home and looked everything I could up on the internet. I have already mapped areas out in my backyard to see if we could get one‚Ķ and the odds are for us!

Now my entire aspect of dogs has changed. I think I have always secretly been a dog person waiting for the right dog to show me what I have been missing. So to all those anti-dog bloggers beware, if you every meet Sam or his nephews you are in trouble of falling in love.


Bluebird’s Dog Afraid of Leash

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This weekend I decided to come out of my slump, a self-imposed slump brought on by the death of my dog Lucky, my best friend in the form of a great grey Irish Wolfhound with them most beautiful set of eyes you’ve ever seen on anyone – including Brad Pit.¬† Lucky died in a horrible tragic way which I still cannot write of and just three weeks later I am barely able to get out of bed without looking or calling for him.¬† He was that kind of dog and now I am alone.

So, since I started this post to share a funny experience I will move from my sadness over Lucky to talk about what most of us talk about after a death has robbed us, the effort of moving on! 

Lucky had a son, Sam, just 7 months and scheduled the day after Lucky’s death to go to his new home.¬† My husband called the folks coming to pick Sam up and said that his wife, ME, was not going to be able to let the puppy go that weekend but would call them soon.¬† (note my husband is hopeful to get rid of all the many dogs — we have 4! But an acre fenced yard and big hearts!)¬† Instead Sam, somehow he got titled that, stayed and I suspect has found his permanent home.¬† This is good because Daisy, Sam’s mother, has looked lost and sad since Lucky has not returned.¬† Daisy still looks for Lucky when I walk in the door.¬† It is so sad.)¬† Gee, again I digress.

So, since we have Sam and he was staying, i decided to pull my self out of slump and take Sam for a walk.  I had many walks with Lucky who was trained to not need a leash.  However, for Sam, being a puppy and all, I pulled out the leash.

Sam sniffed it and out we went.  I clicked the leash on Sam and he immediately hit the ground, full force full body and he is big!  I laughed thinking it was funny and called my husband.  Chad came out and helped me coax the dog who just sat their all big eyed cowering.  We tried treats, calling him warm fuzzy names and then finally strict commands and Sam never moved an inch, except to whine. 

Finally Chad, clicked off the leash, and in one electrifying moment, Sam split towards the house and into the open door behind us.  Now every time we open the door he hides and for a 120 pound huge beast that is virtually impossible but he tries anyway.

We laughed, the second laugh I have had (CK’s blog post was hilarious) and then we realized we had our work cut out for us.¬† Sam sees the leash and hides.¬† Walking him or getting him out the front door doesn’t look likely and camping trips impossible.¬† Help!

By the way, the “Talk the Dog” show I wassupposed to start on Planetary Streams radio is still on hold.¬†Which is unfortunate because there are so many people who want to come on and share tips adn tricks (no pun intended) for dogs.¬† I think it would be amazing but with my heart still so freshly broken I can’t do it myself . . . ¬†too soon, too hard!¬† If you know someone who can help me host this please comment and let me know.¬† Thank you!

Bluebird Battles Blunders

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I had an interesting exchange with Wendy Piersall today.¬† I made a comment on her article, “10 Social Media Blunders” (see link below) and I guess it wasn’t so much that the exchange was interesting as the thoughts I had surrounded it were.¬† You see, I don’t think I am alone in my feeling of isolation upon really entering the bloggers world.¬† Blogging gives the Web a voice, I like that but like all things you read you can read into them further and farther than you would ever want.¬† I read through comments, discussions and posts and think, “Who are these people and how are they so brilliant?”¬† also I think, why are they so rude about rules I know nothing about?¬†”¬† I have not¬†been banned or shunned but you can tell¬†reading their¬†written voices that if you don’t have the right words and phrases, much less know what they mean, ¬†you are on the outside of the bloggers social circle.¬† Feels like high school but then again I have yet to meet the Emily Post of the WWW.¬† However, as close as you can come from what I have seen is Wendy Piersall.¬† I like her, I like how she writes, you feel like she cares.¬† She is like the prom queen in highschool, the good kind, who smiles and leads her fellow classmates to social safety.¬† I know Wendy may not like being compared to a high school prom queen, she is gorgeous from her photos and all, but come on she is a multi-tasking social media entreprenuer, who cares if she has a crown?¬† Anyway, undaunted I continue to figure out this whole social media thing, if only to champion those flitting around on the outside like the little Robin Red Breast that taps on my window every morning.¬† I’m not kidding about this . . . she (or he, how do you tell?) sits on the ledge outside my window and hassince the spring thaw started (no end in site after yesterday’s snow storm) and taps.¬† Even my dogs, which I have one less of since Lucky, but you’ve already read that) have quit barking so used to her daily ritual they’ve become.¬† Perhaps, she has a message for me, being on the outside and all, perhaps a living analogy.¬† Perhaps I’ve been online too long!

http://www.sparkplugging.com/sparkplug-ceo/10-social-media-blunders-that-can-destroy-your-brand/#comment-207280

Bluebird Sisterhood launched on February 1 is Fitting

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For 17 years I was a full-time working mom and for some reason in October I got a hare-brained idea to start my own business and work from home.  Partly stress and the long commute but for some reason after all these years it was the right thing to do!

¬†In November I was excited, in December I was so busy with Christmas I forgot about it.¬† January 3rd I was home, alone, kids in school, 4 dogs at my feet.¬† The first couple of days I set up my desk, the next couple of days I got up, got dressed up like I was leaving the house and sat at my desk, the next couple of days I called and emailed everyone I hadn’t had time to email, the middle two weeks of January I watched movies in my jammies, the last week of January I alternately worked and cleaned the house.¬†

I couldn’t decide if I was depressed or if the domestic motherhood thing was really all too much and over my head.¬† Just think of the years I spent laughing at mothers who actually stayed home and complained about “house” work when I managed a large department and came home to do “house” work.

Sufficiently humbled I was finding it hard to work, clean, let the dogs out every hour, make lunches, make dinner, run back to the school with forgotten items, keep kids uniforms clean, keep the floor clean, shovel the snow (from the largest snowfall in ten years, thanks for the timing) and help with homework. 

Still with a new company to launch www.planetarystreams.com, an internet communications community which gives people their choice on what they listen to and what they watch on internet, I had to keep going.¬† Yet I had to find a way to survive in this “stay at home” women’s world.¬†

I decided to organize my time.¬† I would get up work out, shower, make the kids’¬†lunches and breakfasts and then drive them to school on time.¬† I would volunteer once a week¬†at the¬†schools.¬† I would always have delicious, nutrious snacks prepared after school.¬†

I tried this, am still trying this.¬† Somehow it never all fits in or works and then I get the eviel eye from neigbor hood women who seem to have made it to school with a shower.¬† Sure my kids hair wasn’t come and twice I forgot their lunches and more than once they were late.¬† It is hard to get their uniforms on them, and then wash them and put them on again.¬† Half of their uniforms were already swallowed by the washing machine black hole, along with their matching socks.

Do you know how snotty those PTA mom’s can be?¬† My goodness, they are rude, overly organized women, who seemed to be in my face since I started.¬† Criticizing this and that about my children, housekeeping, my dogs in their snow-filled so who cares yard!¬† Had they been doing this all along and I was at work so I did not hear it OR was it just me.¬†

If you couldn’t trust other moms. laboring over the same tasks, who could you trust?¬† Why is it like that?¬† Why are we so competitive when we could really use each other’s help.¬† I know how hard it was to compete in a man’s world, I’ve just written a book on that, out to the editor on February 5th. But how in the world was I going to survive this snotty women’s world?

¬†I called a friend who said, “There is nothing you can do about all those women. Forget about them, I have your back.”¬† I said, “Really?¬† Are you saying that no matter what they say about me you will stick up for me?¬† NO matter what you see me do or not do you have my back?¬† That is a pretty big committment!”

Even as I asked I wondered if that could ever happen between women.  We seem to irritate each other so well . . .

She said “Yes, no matter what I’ve got your back!”¬† And I said “Me as well!¬† No matter what I’ve got your back!”¬† And this from me to her is a hard promise as she is tiny, cute, organized with five kids and a gorgeous house with several businesses so women really do hate her!¬†

So we agreed.¬† Still . . . couldn’t¬†figure out how to do it all.¬† Have hosted a¬†daily radio show at noon for years www.healthywealthywow.com and well talked to thousands of women who don’t know how to do it.¬† Still this women thing gnawed at me.

Finally one day, still in jammies but upset with the 16 pounds i had gained since I decided to stay home, I decided to take up watercolor instead of eating.  I opened the water color kit my husband gave me last last year for Christmas and started painting.  I set up in my bathroom, being prone to spills, and fiddled around.  

As I sat there, out of the corner of my eye, I saw the glass bluebird¬†a friend had given me when I was down.¬† A Bluebird of Happiness.¬† The sun (first sun in weeks) glinted off of it and I thought of that great friend who¬†“had my back”¬†dabbed my brush in blue and created a bluebird.

¬†I¬†then painted two and wrote underneath them.¬† “We’ve got each others backs!”

¬†I felt silly but gave¬†it to my friend, the cute one who had promised she had my back!¬† She loved it, and then because we are on the radio every day and have connection with thousands of women, we decided to create the Bluebird Sisterhood.¬† A group of us who have each others backs . . .¬† no matter what!¬† And we decided that in honor of my¬†‘work at home” depression we would share bluebirds with women like us . . . women who need a little lift, a little reminder that we are lovely just as we are.¬† For me that means, in¬†working in jammies with my kids late too school.¬† The Bluebird Sisterhood means I get credit for deciding to stay at home and trying to work and make the world a better place while also trying to make my kids a nutrious meal!¬† I get credit for that and¬†my sisters are going to stick up for me when the snotty PTA ladies get their dander up.

¬†What do you think? Are you one of us?¬† We’ll get your back if you get ours . . . and we will send you a lovely bluebird watercolor from yours truly to remind you or your promise to your¬†sisters . . . . in case you see my in my jammies in the car pool lane and are tempted to roll your eyes!¬† ¬†