Archives for the month of: November, 2014

Dogs are known for being a human’s best friend. They are goofy when we need a laugh. Snugglers when we need a hug. Sometimes they are possessed by monsters causing them to do things like chew up shoes—-tear up papers—-or grab underwear out of the laundry, running through the house shaking them while you are having a dinner party with your co-workers.

My friend has a particularly interesting Boston Terrier. This little one we fear is possessed by a circus troup. There are times it is possible to hear the circus music through the look on her face while watching her run around like a ding-a-ling. She has two speeds—-lying belly down in the grass with back feet stretched out like a sunbathing frog—-and full throttle complete with tongue dangling fully equipped with a goofy face.

Living in the rural part of town on acreage affords lucky dogs abilities those in the city are not afforded. The largest benefit being they can roam the acreage as well as other properties. This little tyrant typically spends her time finding things around the neighborhood to tear up in the yard—-diapers—-shoes—-wrappers and dead snakes are some of her favorites.

On one occasion while walking to my vehicle—-she had placed a HUGE snake perfectly behind my vehicle. It looked as if it were still alive. I swore it was stalking me—-planning it’s attack. My heart skipped a beat while a shreak left my mouth. I’m fairly sure my body went numb shock for a few seconds. The tyrant remained running around—-goofy face and huge smile as if it amused her to see my complete melt down. It was at that moment my friend informed me the snake was dead. Now that I’d calmed down—-it was odd the snake hadn’t made one move—-not even a wiggle….not an inch. It seemed to be dead. However, I moved quickly, going completely out of it’s way just in case.

The tyrant has a love/hate relationship with most humans. When you get so mad you’re ready to give her to the next person driving by—-she turns to cute face, adorable causing all knowledge of the tyrant to leave your mind.

The tyrant’s mother experienced this very thing the other day. My friend had walked to the back of the house, when I heard the dogs barking and therefore, let them into the house through the back door.

As my friend walked back to the front of the house, a policeman drove in front of the house. We both heard the radio as the patrolman parked in front of the house. My friend, who adamantly declares she is not an athlete nor a runner, bolted out of the door and down the drive. She was an instant power runner! She was worried about the tyrant and her sister being hurt. As she approached the street, I yelled out the door, “The dogs are in the house.” “Whew!” She exclaimed. “I was worried one of the dogs were in trouble!” Feelings of relief were noticeable in her face.

My friend walked in the door and posted on social media the police were chasing someone around the neighborhood. To which a comment was posted back to my friend, “Tell your husband to put his clothes back on and get back in the house!” For the record, the husband was still at work.

Sometimes it takes just one character in the group to create laughter. My friend and I laughed and laughed. A stressful situation in an instant became comical. All was back as it should be.

Remember in life, the most complicated tyrant can become someone you care about. The most complicated situation can become one of a comical nature—-let us not forget the important things in life—-keep your heart open—-if you hear circus music then smile and dance—-most important—-never forget to laugh from the inside out!

If you are an adult female, at some point in your life you have probably been on a dreaded “diet”. As women, society judges us based on aesthetic definitions of what is considered “acceptable” for weight—-beauty—-or whatever else can be compartmentalized for classification. When did six foot tall and an emaciated size two become attractive? Marilyn Monroe—-an icon for beauty and female sexuality was actually a size 12. Her curves remain the envy of many to this day.

Recently, a friend of mine and I started a “healthy” eating lifestyle change. This includes all organic, low sugar and low fat. We are eating clean six days of the week and on one very blessed day—-we do not count calories and are able to indulge—- a little. What that translates to is six days of dreaming of what we will eat on our “cheat” day and one day of happiness typically leading to a sugar high or stomach ache—-or both. What we’ve learned is that our brains can dream up what our stomachs can not hold. Therefore, we start out each cheat day with high hopes but have finished with very little consumed. Each week we have the priority of things that are on the “must eat” list. Our realization has been that even though we have the free reins to cheat—-we often aren’t that bad. We do eat chocolate—-let’s not lose our minds here. In our minds, and I’m sure most women, chocolate is a necessary food group.

This week, my friend’s children decided they needed hot fudge sundaes—-not on a cheat day! We decided to to hit the drive through and deliver their sweet treats. As we approached the drive through—-the smell of sweet heaven filled the vehicle. My mouth began to water like a dog looking at food! I was safe I thought as the drive through typically will put a plastic lid on any sundae traveling—-right? Not so lucky—-no lids. Why no lids? What kind of evil doesn’t put a lid on a sundae! Do they not know this isn’t a cheat day? I suddenly found myself sitting with four beautiful—-yummy dream cups sitting in a holder on my lap. Heaven in a holder—-within reach. “Don’t look at them!” I thought to myself. Too late. The yummy flavor of hot fudge and ice cream filled the vehicle. My friend and I trying to convince ourselves we wouldn’t like them—-it wasn’t our cheat day—-we’d worked too hard to indulge—-and who would steal treats from children. Of course traffic was also backed up which caused the dilemma to extend in time! “They’re going to melt! We really should eat them!” I exclaimed in a weak moment of fudge smell consuming my brain. My mouth continuing to water. My friend looking at me—-controlled—-collected—-she calmly stated, “we can do this!” She was the voice of reason.

Then the word came to mind that will alter any weak moment we as women might have—-CELLULITE! That word will cause any craving I have to immediately exit my brain! With that, my weakness left my body.

We pulled into the drive—-all sundaes in tact. Not an ounce of drool on them. We had passed another test of willpower—-victorious! Feeling empowered we headed off for our snack of organic fruit!

Not a thing in life worth accomplishing happens uncomplicated or simple. As the saying goes—-the greater the reward the more difficult the obstacle! Challenge yourselves to greater obstacles! Hold your head high—-and strut!