tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2056084921073594392024-03-18T22:48:06.220-06:00Love, Hope, Trust“You yourself, as much as anybody in the entire universe, deserve your love and affection.” – BuddhaLoriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.comBlogger70125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-83762325847572132162014-09-18T14:53:00.001-06:002014-09-18T14:53:12.233-06:00Anniversaries...Tomorrow, Friday September 19th, is my one year anniversary for completing chemo.
I know- yay!
It is, obviously, a cause for reflection as well as celebration. Two of my sillier work mates gave me hand drawn cards today, basically celebrating the fact that I am not dead and emphasizing how I kicked cancer's ass... I would post a picture of them... however, they are not, well, let's Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-71760683390241588422014-06-20T18:03:00.000-06:002014-06-20T18:03:02.508-06:00Livin' LifeWell, oh my gosh... I have been shaking and jiving and running amok! My fellow co-workers are unsure if I am still employed here full time. I've been out rocking and rolling more than I have been sitting at this desk. It's good. No, it's great! Here is the quick run down:
The Babies!! One of the few photos from Madras 2014...
When I wrote last we were on Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-48880646464488893532014-04-18T17:00:00.000-06:002014-04-18T17:00:43.850-06:00Cultivating CompassionI've not felt very bloggy lately... I am not sure why. It may have something to do with an office full of teenagers every work day. Or the sunnyish spring time weather which makes me lust for outside and fresh air and horse hair. Or perhaps the fact that, beginning with this month, we are trying to cram in every activity that chemotherapy prevented us from doing last year.
On Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-54196130811718138762014-03-12T12:09:00.001-06:002014-03-12T12:09:43.594-06:00Hyperactive Hair...Ut-oh...
I see you there, in the shadow on the bathroom stall wall. Sticking up off the top of my head like a cockatiel's crest.
My Hair.
oh my.
Look in the mirror and just burst into laughter. I accept. But it is still funny. This crazy ass hair that won't sit down... maybe my hair has ADHD. Perhaps it needs more exercise and less sugar. All I know is that it Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-6684741646129244062014-02-21T14:09:00.001-07:002014-02-21T15:43:27.517-07:00The Journey<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-25142028930484568362014-01-31T10:24:00.000-07:002014-01-31T10:24:35.301-07:00A PoemYou can blame it on Anna, my poem minstrel friend.
or on the fact that I have to move work spaces, so I have to clean out my desk.
or this weird bout of "spring cleaning" that I have been experiencing.
But, whatever the reason, I have come up with a poem. That I wrote. It was buried under some work related papers in my paper sorter.
and, since I never, ever throw anything away, Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-47182382762045775092014-01-21T16:53:00.001-07:002014-01-21T16:53:29.742-07:00AngstMy friend Anna, who is uber-awesome, is writing a poem a day as her 2014 challenge. That is 365 poems, for any of my numerically challenged readers, and that is a shit-pile of poems. Here is the link to her blog, in case you are a poemaholic. Ingenious Torture (cool name, no?)
I am not a poemaholic and I have confessed to dear Anna that I prefer her prose on each blog post to her Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-55763177944904544162013-12-05T11:35:00.000-07:002013-12-05T11:35:51.895-07:00Ice... 2.0I am writing this short missive mostly for my friends and family whose only familiarity with ice is having something to clink around in a glass while keeping your Mimosa cold. (Does one put ice in a mimosa??) I have to say - you are the smart ones. You may be missing out on the bewitching reality of four seasons and be singing "I'm Dreaming of A White Christmas" wearing your sandals Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-20694542139191411022013-11-04T17:30:00.003-07:002013-11-05T15:25:09.080-07:00Gratitude<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-66160346540026638172013-07-22T17:30:00.000-06:002013-07-22T17:30:20.791-06:00Magpie swims!
I got the toy!!!
This little cutie pie loves the water! She will even jump off the dock! We go every evening after work to swim and play in the reservoir. Her brother, Bear, loves to swim too.
Jumping off the "dock" before the dock was put in
Willow, not so much.
Oh my God! I think they splashed water up my nose! MOOOOMMM!
And of course, their cool chariot.
1965 Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-91970971625175820542013-07-17T14:59:00.000-06:002013-07-17T15:01:36.592-06:00Chemo sucks...There, I said it. In fact I will say it again. Chemo sucks. Sucks the life right out of you.
Now, don't think I am ungrateful. I fully appreciate my blessings at having access to this modern miracle and insurance to pay for it and a body that is capable of (mostly) tolerating it. But at this point in treatment I feel like maybe I should have high-tailed it to that Mexican Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-36475233206222981252013-06-20T13:01:00.001-06:002013-06-20T13:01:17.619-06:00The Saga Part 2: Letting Go and the Cancer checklist!<!--[if gte mso 9]>
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Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-65146747598105699792013-03-22T11:24:00.001-06:002013-03-22T11:24:55.140-06:00Puppy Pants
um... really mom?
So my sewing skills are minimal to non-existent. Therefore, Magpie had to wait for her new pants until I had time to go to the Doggie Fashion Outlet (aka the thrift store). Here she is proudly modeling them. She actually didn't mind too much.
We put them on after she came in, to protect the household surfaces from wet, muddy, gross doggy pantaloons.
Quite Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-16718497218184253952013-03-06T17:20:00.000-07:002013-03-07T12:36:21.821-07:00Muddy Wednesday
So it's spring in Montana. For anyone that has ever lived in a mountain state, you know that spring is a fickle time of erratic change. Mostly in the weather, but in emotional states as well. Regardless of all that, spring means mud. and then snow. and then mud. and then frozen mud. and then rain. and then mud, frozen mud and snow on top of frozen mud. You get the Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-17260375882621009222013-02-13T17:41:00.001-07:002013-02-13T17:41:46.246-07:00Play Misty for me...I was thinking about riding today. Which, if you know me, isn't at all unusual.
From Rother Horse Camp- going again in May! Sooo excited!
I do a lot of my thinking while walking across our hay field to work. Right now, it is not recognizable as a hay field, it looks like a snow field. There really could be anything under that thick blanket of white. However, I Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-55635417654864894952012-12-28T17:32:00.001-07:002012-12-28T17:32:25.389-07:00Oh my gosh... is it death for the blog?hmmm...
Since I have discovered Facebook, it has been pretty quiet out here in my blog land. My nearly insatiable need to post photos and write cute captions has been quite satisfied by the social media format.
It's not like I'm trying to sell anything.
It's not like I have a life changing message to deliver. Although I do have this:
Which is my new life map...
But it has Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-77501829544860856242012-10-12T17:13:00.001-06:002012-10-12T17:13:34.615-06:00Can you dig it?
My beautiful tri-color potatoes!
What is it about canning jars that makes them so beautiful?
Guess what we did last Sunday?
That's right, me and two of my favorite gal pals canned! It was super fun. Anyone who knows me knows that it is just next to impossible to keep me inside when the weather is nice. Add in the word "kitchen" and I am definitely AWOL... So you Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-20779259719130987612012-08-22T11:55:00.002-06:002012-08-22T11:55:49.400-06:00This morning's harvest...Sometimes I forget that I AM living the dream.
I forget because sometimes "the dream" is hard work. sometimes it's hot. sometimes I'm tired. sometimes it seems like there is more to do than there is time to do it.
But sometimes I remember.
This morning's eggs
collected fresh
washed and left to air dry.
Fresh picked raspberries for our smoothies!
and the
Pièce de Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-25666488905154617902012-08-20T17:56:00.001-06:002012-08-20T17:56:30.668-06:00Craft as therapy
Crochet Saved My Life
I recently heard about this book through a Facebook page called Moogly. (Moogly has all sorts of great crochet patterns- you should check it out!)
So I went and read all about it on the Crochet Concupiscence website. I read the introduction on the Amazon Kindle "look inside!" link (a feature I LOVE!) which you can access here: http://amzn.to/Nj3NyR. And I Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-19741095271524534412012-07-25T10:36:00.000-06:002012-07-25T10:37:39.392-06:00Horse CampWow... It is kind of hard to believe it is over already. After months nay years of wishing and months of anticipation and a full day of stomach wrenching anxiety... now I am on the "done" side of Horse Camp.
For those of you too impatient busy to read this whole post, I can sum it up in two words:
life-changingly awesome
I mean Horse Camp, not necessarily this post :)
Cheyenne,Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-45238042687024767122012-06-29T17:53:00.000-06:002012-06-29T17:53:34.046-06:00Why-O, Wyoming!
These are actually "wild" buffalo in the Gros Ventre Wilderness
I know, you are asking yourselves, "why would they travel 537 miles to see something they can see out their window?" Well... we might see buffalo out our window at home, but we can't see this:
Grand Teton Range
And we didn't go just to sight see anyway (although we did our fair share!). We went to ride!
Let me Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-3460947948126940992012-05-16T17:33:00.000-06:002012-05-16T17:34:00.736-06:00Small Farmer's Journal Auction/ Swap Meet
Yay! We made it!
Ok, so it has taken me a while to post about this. It's not because it we didn't have a good time (we had a GREAT time!) or because there aren't any photos (I remembered to take some!!) or anything like that.
What happened, as happens so often to all of us, is that life got in the way!
First, I only had one week home before we took off on our next Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-38889746067643348162012-04-17T17:43:00.000-06:002012-04-17T17:43:50.288-06:00Headed to MadrasWe are going here:
Madras, Oregon
to look at this:and this:and hopefully, not come home with any of these:
but, you never really know. and we are bringing the horse trailer, (so that we can sleep out of the weather- but really, how convenient would that be...).
Yes, you guessed it- we are headed to the Small Farmer's Journal Auction this weekend. Oh? you didn't guess that? Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-205608492107359439.post-37020358243416525782012-04-13T16:59:00.000-06:002012-04-13T16:59:54.194-06:00Okay, it's goneYay! the snow is mostly gone and green grass is peeking out everywhere. In addition to the formerly crabby robins, I have now seen the bluebirds and swallows darting about.
And we have had gloriously sunny and dry days.
We took a trip back to Maryland to visit Brian's family. We even got dressed up and went to a fancy event!
Yes, I do have high heels on...
We had a Loriehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/02227685622404625504noreply@blogger.com2