Epic

A friend recommended the book A Million Miles in a Thousand Years. 


Wow.


Have you read it? If not, you should.


It's crazy how certain books can really strike a chord, really hit you. This one has touched me.


It's basically about our lives as stories; stories we write. And that we have the power to write better stories.


What I take away from it is that I want my story, my life story, to be epic. 


I want the world to be a changed place because I was here. I want to raise my boys to be good men. I want to have not just a good marriage, but an amazing one. I want to write books that make people feel, that give people hope, that people will still be reading 100 years from now. I want to qualify for Boston and be #1 on the NY Times bestseller list. I want to live on that ranch in Montana and make memories with my family...Epic.


Sure, these are big crazy goals. From the outside looking in they may appear downright impossible. I may fall short of some of them. Who knows for sure. But if I don't even try? I will absolutely fail. And I will always wonder...what if?


I don't want regret to be part of my story.

Good-Bye Self-Limiting Beliefs

I haven't been around this blog much, been working on my others a lot. Hoping for great things for this shiny-hopefilled-gonnabefanfriggintastic 2011. With my writing (as a career and not just a hobby) and so much more. I have big goals, big dreams, big plans and I am believing they will ALL come true this year. I can see it, I can taste it!


One thing I have realized recently is that I have limited myself so much in my life, and yet I had no idea I was doing it. Self-limiting beliefs have been a big battle for me. With my thoughts and what I believed possible for myself I have been holding myself back! But now that I see them and I realize the power I've given them, I can fight back. I can simply refuse to give them that power anymore. No more limiting myself, just no more. I'm a smart, talented, full of life woman. I am capable of more than I ever imagined! Anything is possible, really, anything.


This is my year. My year to throw off those self limiting beliefs and step into what I am truly capable of. My year to believe in myself and push harder than I have ever allowed myself before. My year to believe in the impossible. To be the person I truly believe I am meant to be. 


Hold on tight, it's going to be quite the ride!

Stackin Wood

Hubby split a ton of wood this weekend.

He didn't have time to stack it all.

This morning I decided I'd get in a little extra workout and stack it for him.

My stack may be a little more crooked than his would have been.

But I think he'll appreciate it.

Almost Wordless Wednesday

We have our own chickens, as I'm sure you gathered from my last wordless Wednesday. 

Well, during the summer my girls lay 9 to 11 eggs a day. That's a whole lotta eggs to keep track of. As I'm boiling eggs this morning as I do every week, (Hubby likes to take them in his lunch and we adore egg salad around here) I was reminded of my hubby telling me a story about his grandma dumping the eggs in the horse tank. Weird? Maybe, but why did she do this? To see if any were bad. The way I can tell if one of our eggs has been sitting in the fridge too long is because it will float in water (eggs should sink). Not sure if that's scientific, LOL, but that's what we've always done around here.

Have you ever heard this?

Wordless Wednesday--My Girls

Oat Thrashing

This weekend I was supposed to run a half marathon, however my husband's family planned our yearly oat thrashing on the same date...so, this is what I did this past weekend!

I know the pics aren't great, I took them with my Blackberry. Basically, they bind the oats into little bundles in the field. Then, the draft horses or old tractors pull the wagons with people out to the fields to load the oats. The oats are brought back and fed into this old fashioned thrashing machine powered by an old fashioned steam engine. The thrashing machine then separates the oat tops and shoots them out into an old fashioned truck, while the straw is shot out onto the ground (where the kids generally jump in it). I love that they still do this the old way, plus, it's a great reason to get together. We roast a pig, everyone brings a dish, everyone works, everyone plays.  I love that my community still gathers for such things...things most haven't even heard of! So...I didn't run 13.1 on Sunday, but I had a pretty great day anyway.

Little Present My 5 Year Old Left Me

This makes it all worth it.