I am starting to resent this blog just a smidgen. Ever have one of those things that you feel like you have to do...then it stops being fun? Well, my blog is starting to feel that way.
Some days the dogs annoy me too. YES, really!
Something in your life isn't working correctly when you have to think twice about going shopping or going to see a movie - because the dogs will be left alone. Say what? What is wrong with me? They are not two year old children and no one is going to call Dog Protective Services if I leave them alone for a few hours.
This month marks a year that I have been effectively unemployed. I never thought I would say this...but for a person who has never had to struggle to find a job before - this has been difficult. While I do not actually want to go back to work full-time (who would?) - I find that I am fiercely lonely and feel progressively worthless about my contribution to society. Which in turn makes me a grumpy, discouraged, depressed person. I don't like this..and my husband certainly does not like it when he comes home from work and I pick at him. I am jealous of his job. Go figure? I miss people...
I need psychiatric help apparently - but who can afford it? I would rather spend that money for sheep time at Fido's, communing with livestock & my dogs.
Then again, if I was actually any good at this whole sheep herding thing...then I might be getting more satisfaction out of it. The longer I do this the more frustrated I am becoming. Perhaps I am lacking the elusive 'sheep herding' gene and this will always be a struggle for me? I don't know...
The whole weight-loss effort? That has gone to hell in a bag of Cheetos. All the weight I lost...found my arse again...also my stomach, thighs and hips. Oddly enough distributed completely different than before I started this. Who would have guessed?
If that isn't enough...I look in the mirror and see a head full of gray hair (thanks Mom) and today I found a two inch long hair growing out of the side of my neck. Who put that there? Why?
The intent of this blog started as way to chronicle the lives of my dogs. But I find that I enjoy more things in life than just my dogs and....gasp....sheep.
There is much more to my life than four legged furry creatures with teeth.
There are my two legged furry creatures with teeth. We have five of them. The other worthwhile things in my life are my art, cooking and other creative endeavors.
So this blog is going to get a bit of a makeover in the coming months. You will have to bear with me if I decide to write about things other than my dogs. Such as cooking & recipes, painting, designing and photography.
I will be posting pictures again at some point. That is...when I am able to get back on my husband's computer. The one with the photo editing software. Why can't I get on the computer? Because I am a Farm Town widow. Serves me right for starting his farm just so I could get another neighbor.
I am hoping to get a post written about a day Vicki and I spent with Cindy. Three women, sheep and 13 border collies. What a day.
Cindy and I rode the ferry to Vashon Island Wednesday to work with Maggie McClure. We both had fantastic sessions with our dogs. Maggie is wonderful. Beth absolutely adored her. At some point I will post pictures from that trip - once I am done editing them.
Tomorrow I have Beth entered in another winter series trial at the MacDonalds in Longbranch (barring any unforeseen events which force me to miss it). According to the news, the weather is supposed to hold out before the snow, wind and rain hit us full force in the evening. Ugh...I hate living in the Pacific Northwest sometimes - the rain is going to be the death of me.
I have decided what camera I am going to buy Canon EOS 50D. Correction: this is the camera my husband is buying me for Christmas (right honey?).
I am a mere shell of a person without this camera. This camera will complete me.
Truthfully, it will help. I am enrolled in a Photography and Adobe Photo-shop courses at our local community college beginning in January. I can't wait to use my brain again - for something unrelated to dogs, children, or food.
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