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Showing posts with label about me. Show all posts

Wednesday, July 06, 2016

on blogging & being a "blogger"

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I consider myself a blogger. I don't make a living doing this, and I have a full time job that sometimes prevents me from writing blog posts. Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love blogging and everything that entails. I love having something to blog about. My life isn't the most interesting, but maybe someone out there wants to read about it. Haha!

My main reason for blogging is my mother - she lives six hours from me, and though we talk on the phone every day, there's things I forget about or are best told with written words and pictures. Even a post with a recipe gives her insight into how I spend my time.

Other reasons I blog? It passes time. I enjoy getting feedback on posts. I can document my life, things I love, photos, and more to look back on at a later time. It makes me stop and think about things I do on a regular basis. I put more thought into the things I buy, because if something isn't good enough to recommend to someone, why would I spend money on it? Although I will say that I don't buy things for the sole purpose of writing a blog post about them. A large portion of my life goes un-blogged.

I've had this little piece of blog heaven since 2008 (or at least my domain that long), and before that I dabbled in Xanga and Livejournal. No worries, they've long been deleted. I've been around in the blogging world for a while. Since I was so rooted in hobby blogging and other things, my blog never really grew. Here I am eight years later with less than 250 followers. Still. And some days that bothers me and some days I couldn't care less. I was reading blogs when the big dog blogs were just wee little online spaces. And what's happened? Now they've morphed away from blogs and more toward online magazines. Now, though, I really enjoy reading blogs about "real" people and how they spend their time.

Other times, blogging can be a burden. If too much time goes by without a post, I get antsy and try to hurriedly make something happen. It's hard to blog on your "own time" when others are churning out blog posts five times a week. It gets stressful, even without a huge following. I sometimes find it hard to distinguish between whether I'm writing for the enjoyment of blogging or whether I'm trying to just please people.

Well after that verbal flood, I have to say that overall, blogging has been good to me. Sure, there are negatives, but I thoroughly enjoy the world of blogs.

Any recommendations? ♥

Thursday, April 09, 2015

currently - 4/9

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|| reading
Well, I'm in the middle of a couple books right now. I'm about to add The Dead Zone to that list, too.

|| drinking
Water - from mason jars. I've gotten on a kick about always having a lid on what I'm drinking because I spill things so easily - these things work wonders.

|| watching
Harry Potter and Doctor Who...I keep them on loop. Not even kidding.

|| eating
Not much lately - I've been trying to get my calorie count up with protein shakes. Stress and anxiety is killing me.

|| listening to
Guys, I bought a Taylor Swift cd. I know. I never thought I'd buy one, ever, but Style is my jam.

|| looking forward to
The weekend! I'm taking my NRA handgun class on Saturday for my concealed weapon permit.

Thursday, March 19, 2015

the life of a dog mama (and 7 weird things)

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I am a Dog Mama.

Sure, I could be labeled as a Dog Owner, but it's more than that. 

I don't claim that my dogs are the equivalent of human children. Of course they're not - they can't open doors and fall down the steps, open the dish detergent and spread it in the kitchen floor, or pinch me with their little grubby fingers. I don't have to save for college, I just have to clean up their slobber when they get excited. Oh wait, so do human parents...

Jokes aside.

Having dogs could not make me happier. I come home, they're happy to see me. I can look like a lunatic in clothes that are fifteen sizes too big and eat cookie dough on the couch and they're happy to see me. I could be sick as all get out and they still cuddle. You get it.

I'm the mama to two amazing dogs. Jeffery, a former stray sharpei, and Kaine, a rescued American bulldog. I personally rescued Jeffery off the side of the road, horribly skittish and formerly abused (his story is a doozy for another time), and Robbie had rescued Kaine before I met him. We really lucked out with these guys. They're great - they're impeccably housetrained (they came to us that way), they only chew their own toys, and they listen really well. I'm not one to boast, but come on, they're really good dogs.

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They have a bit of a lazy side, too.

So how do I know I've crossed from Dog Owner to Dog Parent? Here are a few bizarre things I do relating to the dogs:

1. Shopping trips aren't just for groceries and toilet paper anymore.
I go down the pet aisle whether I need something or not. I'm sure there's a toy on sale that they'd love, or some new organic treats they might find tasty. Is a pet store near my planned shopping destination? Of course I'm going to pop in "just to take a look". And probably walk out having spent $30 on toys they'll destroy in five minutes but it makes them happy so I had to buy them just so they had the fun of destroying them.

2. They're included on my souvenir list.
I don't know how many times I've said  - "We need to find something for the boys - I told them I'd bring them something". This could be when we visit my mom and stepdad in Tennessee or if we just take a day trip to Richmond.

3. I tell them where I'm going when I leave the house - so they don't worry.
I've been told I am utterly ridiculous for this one. I always tell the boys where I'm going ("Off to work, guys!"), how long I'll be ("It'll probably be a late night, guys."), and that I love them. Every time I leave the house. I know they can't actually perceive that I will be gone all day and that they still miss me, but I like to think that maybe they do understand and it gives them peace of mind.

4. Dog hair doesn't matter anymore.
Do I own a lint roller? Yes. How is there any hair left on the boys when it's all over my clothes? I don't know. I used to care. I used to lint roll before I left the house. And before I catch any crap - we sweep. We vacuum. Frequently. We have hardwood floors - there's no carpet for the hair to stick to, so it floats and whisps and swoops around. My method of minimizing the hair is to take the clothes from the dryer, put them directly away, and get dressed immediately before leaving the house. It's the best way I've found other than spending trillions of dollars on lint rollers.

5. I ask them how their day was.
When I get home from work I've usually been gone at least eleven hours. I always ask them "What did you do today, boo?" and though they don't answer, it's become quite the habit. I like to assume they're recounting their days - nap, chewed on bone, nap, laid in that sun spot, drank some water, nap, tore apart a toy, nap.

6. They get every pizza crust.
I know, they're not supposed to have people food. We feed them very high quality grain free food, so when we have pizza I give them my crusts. They've learned what a pizza box looks like. I do like to have them try vegetables we cook, too - obviously not anything that could harm them (I have the toxic food list memorized), but I'll have them try things like zucchini. Jeffery loves tomatoes, cooked/raw/sauce, he's not picky. We found that one out after he stole a garden tomato off the back porch thinking it was a toy.

7. I have a fierce, fierce loyalty to them.
Don't talk about my dogs. Don't yell at my dogs. Don't joke about my dogs. I protect them with the fierceness of a mama alligator (I even googled "most protective mothers in the animal kingdom" so I could be accurate). I am aware that Jeffery has a face that only a mother could love. Do not tell me this, I think he's the cutest dog I've ever seen and I will be irate that you said it. You know those stories of mothers doing insane things to save their children? One car is nothing - I'd throw that thing a mile to save these pups.

Guys, I know I'm weird when it comes to my dogs. I don't have human children, so they're my children. They love me unconditionally, why wouldn't I treat them like kings?