Musings: Message boards and Finding a good dog.

I used to post on a message board on AOL called This and That Too. Met one of my best online friend's there. After a couple years though, I got so sick of the petty squabbles that more or less would end up of each person accusing anyone who disagreed with them of lying. Try to use logic on a message board and you get called all sorts of interesting names. Most of which would never be used in polite company. Once in awhile I look at other message boards these days but rarely do I post.

Today I saw an interesting reminder of why, and I felt bad because I've actually met the girl under attack. The thread can be seen here:

https://forums.craigslist.org/?all=N&areaID=21&forumID=26
Look for the post titled "Frustrated" and follow the thread.

Now, I don't know the girl well, she's not a friend, we met a couple of times hiking in the park is all. She worked at a different location than I did (at least I would assume she did as I never saw her around Mammoth).  I suspected it was her because her handle was actually the same as one of my emails--not stolen mind you, just when you go from Yellowstone to Dallas ynp2dfw makes a kinda cool email or message board handle. I'd say she has good taste! As to why that made me think it was her in particular...the last time we saw each other on the trail, we stopped to chat for a few minutes, and she mentioned that her boyfriend had gotten a job in Dallas.

I had gone on the board because when I looked at it a few days ago there were happy threads of people posting holiday pictures of their fur-babies. "This place can't be too bad!" was my thought. I'd gone back today intending to post some pictures of my darling Puck. Then I started reading recent threads.

Now, granted, the OP is no angel herself, getting upset and accusing people of not being able to read--although I see her point. People were constantly twisting what she had said, which has to get frustrating in itself. She had only posted the part of her story that frustrated her, but when she tried to add the little details about things she hadn't been upset about (for instance, explaining that she and the person she was to get the dog from had originally discussed an 8:30ish AM call in order to arrange a morning pick up, when her original post just said that the woman was to call her in the morning)--she is accused of changing her story or flat out lying.

Here's the basic run down on facts as I gathered reading through the thread, and I don't see anything in her story changing:

1) OP and her BF own a Truck (not explicitly mentioned in the first post)
2) Truck had been promised to be loaned to the BF's father to move furniture on the afternoon of the day in question, long before arrangements were made about the dog.
3) OP and BF are looking to add a dog to their home, and Craigslist is one of the places they have been looking.
4) OP had been arranging to pick up a doberman pup that was offered to her. Pup in question was Aprox 4 months old and had been found, malnourished, on the side of the road. OP aware that there could be behavior and health issues.
5) OP has experience with Dobermans (I think she mentioned owning one in the past but I cannot recall for certain)
6) OP and Woman With Dog (WWD from here on) had agreed that WWD would call OP around 8:30am (In the morning) to arrange a morning pick up.
7)WWD calls (or rather text-to-landline--which I didn't know existed) OP at 11:45 am with a message asking if 3o'clock would work. No mention of where.
8) Op returns call saying that 3 SHOULD work, but she is unsure and to please call her to make arrangements.
9) WWD Calls at 2:45. OP (or as I found out in email, OP's BF) explains to the woman that Dad isn't done with the truck, they don't know if they can get a hold of him right away, and that they will call her when they know anything, which may take awhile.
10)OP calls WWD back when they find out, leaves a message letting WWD know that they can meet her either that evening or the next day, message is left aprox 5pm. No call back. Op Calls again in morning, still no call back. OP calls again in late afternoon. Again, no returned call. As of 10am this morning, OP had still not heard anything.


I've read through the thread three times now, and I don't see where she changes anything, just explains details.  Yet she is told that she is lying because her original post didn't mention a morning meeting, only a morning call. She is told that she is a 'flake' because she couldn't make the 3pm appointment that everyone claims had been set, even though she had never confirmed it. She points out several times that SHOULD work does not equal DOES work.

Another thing she is jumped on about is that she didn't call the woman back right away upon not being able to reach her BFs father. Now, I don't know about anyone else, but when someone tells me they're going to be awhile getting back to me, I don't expect a call within 5 minutes. Two hours when someone tells me they need to reach someone else (especially if I am told the other person is unsure about being able to reach them) seems perfectly reasonable. I would not consider them a flake, nor would I be upset about my time being wasted. Especially if I had already delayed the meeting once myself, as WWD had.

Some of the things she is jumped on are sheer attacks though, and the logic is odd at best.

1) She is pretty much told that she is trapped all day and a bad pet owner if her BF has their only vehicle all day and that she should get a second car before a second dog. Even after stating that she has no desire for a second car people keep on her. She explains that everything she needs is within walking distance--Doctors, Hospitals, Vets, Grocery, Pharmacy, etc.... and I know the trails this girl hikes back at the park, walking in town is going to be no problem for her!

So they tell her "So you're going to carry an 80lbs sick dog to the vet?"

Actually, if she could strap him to her back she probably could, hiking packs can get pretty heavy but that's a whole different topic. She patiently explains that if the dog was too sick to walk she would get a house call.  Frankly that seems like the more responsible pet ownership to me. Lets see...drag sick dog out to car, then into an environment that is stressful for most dogs on a good day, vs have friendly vet come to the house, where the dog is comfortable and feels safe. Yep sounds good to me, and I've asked her to send me names of some local vets who will do that too (She had her vet from back home recommend a few that she knew of, I found out in the email)


2) She's crazy for looking for a dog on Craigslist and a horrible person for not looking at shelter or rescue dogs (along with the fallacy that you do not "LOOK AT" rescues, they MATCH you to a dog. Not always true. Most rescues post pictures of their available dogs, along with a back story of them, and then you apply. If you and the dog are a match, then you go from there).

According to the posters berating this girl:

*All people on Craigslist lie about their dog.
*Getting a dog from a shelter or rescue is an absolute guarantee of health and temperament
*Any dog this girl gets from Craigslist will have many many problems and she will absolutely have to hire a trainer and behaviorist.

Let me speak from experience here. I've had dogs from shelters/rescues, dogs from craigslist, and dogs that I or a friend have just found abandoned. In fact I still have a dog from each of those categories. Well my mom has two of them.

Chloe, 2 yrs old, from shelter/rescue: 
Lives with mom

 She's the black one. The brown one is Imhotep, my soon-to-be-ex husband's dog.




What we were told
A little nervous but that if we worked with her, she would be fine. She only barks when she first meets someone and warms up to them quickly if they pick her up and cuddle her.

Shelter/Rescue adoption process
Fill out this one page form, give us the rabies tag numbers of your other dogs so that we know you vaccinate, give us the almighty money. There ya go, dog is yours. Process took less than an hour.

Now granted this was a local humane society and I know most rescues do more than that.

The Reality
Chloe has been with my mother for over a year now (possibly 2--so she might be three years old now, I'm not sure lol).The ONLY people she has warmed up to are the immediate family, the housekeeper, one cousin who spends most of her time at the house, and my best friend who was with us when we got her.  Anyone else is snapped at, growled at, and barked at the entire time they are in the house, even if mom puts Chloe in another room. If any dog I have ever met needed a behaviorist, its Chloe. Of course, after my cousin's damn dog attacked her, she needs it even more, and now mom just babies her that much worse....

Grim, 5 yrs old, found by a friend after being literally kicked out of a car at McDonalds
Lives with mom

What we were told

"Hey I saw this dog get kicked out of a car at McDonalds as I was leaving work today. The owners just drove off and left her there!"

The Adoption Process:

"Do you want her? I can't keep her....Cool I'll be there with her in about 10 minutes"

The Reality

Grim is a great little dog. Spoiled rotten with a minor case of SDS, but more from mom and grandpa than where we got her. When we got her she had a lot of fleas and was slightly underfed. A trip to the vet cleared that up, and we got her fixed as soon as we were able. 

Puck, 1.5 yrs old (though we're questioning that and have a vet appt set up), found for free on Craigslist:

Lives with Me

What we were told:

Puck is a rescue who needed a forever home. The lady we got her from had gotten her from a friend who had gotten her from a rescue. She's a year and a half old, fixed, well behaved, and mostly housebroken. She does still chew on things but if you give her her ball or a bone or rawhide she'll chew exclusively on those.

The adoption process:

3 phone calls and a meet up at 7-11 to bring her home.

The reality:

This is probably one of the BEST dogs I have ever owned. She doesn't jump, she doesn't bark, she obeys most commands (We finally mastered Shake the other day!) She doesn't pull on her leash usually (she does get freaked if some of the larger dogs in the area come around and will just about drag me back to the house if I don't stand firm). Plays well with most other dogs. We've had a couple of chewing incidents (always my stuff. Never AJs.....grrr.) and the last couple of weeks a couple of potty accidents but we are working on those and she's doing quite well. She doesn't chew the furniture (good thing since its rented!) or even get up on the couch or armchair. She does get in our bed to sleep when we're not in it, but I don't mind that. We did call the vet listed on her rabies tag to confirm her shots and her status as being fixed.

Now I realize these girls are each just one example, but they seem to be perfect examples of what I've found time after time. Another dog I used to own from Craigslist, a lab/beagle mix named Buster was an AMAZING dog. So have been many of the dogs my friends have gotten. Yes, I've seen some with issues too, but thats going to happen anywhere, just as a dog being from a shelter or rescue does NOT promise that they're perfect. Just like anywhere else, you do have to be careful. That goes for Shelters, Rescues, Breeders, AND Craigslist, and it certainly doesn't rule out any of them

Another thing they attacked her for was because it was a free dog they said she only wanted a free dog or that she didnt have proof from her landlord of being allowed to have a pet. Even after she stated that she was also looking at shelters and rescues (thats when she was told you don't look at rescues, they match you. Yes, they match you, after you LOOK at them and see if they have a dog you might like. I know I for one would not blindly let a shelter match me up with a dog unless it was one I was at least somewhat interested in, and I've seen rescues that charge you part of their fee before they match you. If none of their dogs are what you want, they keep the fee and your paperwork until they do have one. I'm hoping this is not how most rescues operate but it's what I found when helping a friend look into rescues for a breed she was interested in.

Frankly, the whole thread is crazy. People would not act like this face to face, or if they were held accountable. What has happened to social grace and tact? This was the girl's first time posting on the message board. They reamed her for it being "in the wrong place". It was about a trend she was seeing on the Pets ads for here in Fort Worth (something I've noticed as well actually), she clicked on the link provided on the pet ads for discussions. She narrowed it down to her hometown. Seems to me like that would be the right place. Anyway, her "Welcome" being as it was, she says she will not be posting there again, and frankly I will not be posting there either. I have to wonder how many other pet owners they've driven away that might have been seeking advice or even just to talk with other pet lovers, but upon seeing the hostility changed their mind?

Just an update to say I'm sorry I haven't written lately. Things have been a little crazy as I get settled in Texas. My boyfriend's step-mom was diagnosed with cancer and in the hospital most of last week, just coming home today. Then this morning I get a message from my cousin telling me to call my mom--sure enough, my grandfather is in the hospital. Please pray for these special people! They mean a lot to us!

Learning to Let go--Self Forgiveness

No matter how much we talk of self love and self respect, we will all have our moments. No human can be perfectly confident or treat themselves perfectly every day of their life, no matter how much we try. Even when we really, really want to be. To use myself as an example:

Last December I began having health issues, which may be either UC or Crohns. I have not gone through full diagnosis yet but I believe it to be Crohns (until tonight I was leaning more towards UC but finally found some good articles explaining the differences). Began…who am I kidding—looking back through my history I’m fairly sure I had my first major flare when I was 18.  Anyway. To deal with this I have to be very careful about my diet. Several foods are big no-nos. Several of my favorite foods.

On this list of foods I’m not supposed to have, the top three are Milk (and a few other dairy products, unless lactose free), caffeine, and alcohol. I say not supposed to because I fully admit I have very weak willpower when it comes to such. Take tonight: Right now there is a Diet Coke and Bacardi sitting next to me. Further down the dresser is the cup from the milkshake I had earlier. Yep, I’m a bad girl, and I have been for several days now.

I’m suffering for it too, but it doesn’t fully deter me. I know I have no one to blame for my pain and the hours in the bathroom but myself.

 I know that eating these things and ignoring my body’s reactions are exactly the opposite of what I need to be doing. We all know this when we do things like this, be it an addiction—drugs, smoking, alcohol, food; or just something little—“I can skip the gym today, no big deal” or “Well I know I’m hurting but if I do one more set…”; even things like not putting makeup on or skipping a shower. We KNOW we shouldn’t. That doesn’t stop us.

AND IT’S OK! REALLY!

I’m not saying that we should blow off these things entirely. What I’m saying is that beating ourselves up over these little slip ups doesn’t make them go away, or make the situation any better. Do your best to get back on track. (I, for one, will be cutting caffeine out again as of tomorrow. Without the coke I won’t drink the alcohol. Not a fan of plain rum!) Use a support network (Such as the fact that I’m going to tell AJ to kind of keep an eye on me on these things. The alcohol isn’t a problem; I can go a long time without that. The caffeine and dairy on the other hand….)

Rosh Hashanah

New Year celebrations of various cultures have always fascinated me, and yet somehow I had never read up on Rosh Hashanah until tonight....I looked it up this eve because a dorm-mate came to my room with apple slices and honey for me, wishing me a Happy New Year (She is not Jewish but her roommate and our mutual friend is).  I was confused for a moment, so looked up what was going on.

The site I found seems pretty good: How is Rosh Hashanah Observed?

Some of these traditions seem really neat. Anything involving food of course always manages to catch my eye...hence the apples and honey intriguing me. Another part that I really would like to know more about is the casting of sins into the water. Transformation as we go into a new year. I like that, and it does seem to be a common New Year tradition in one way or another in each version I study.

Much food for thought tonight there.

So, to all my Jewish friends and readers: Leshanah tovah tikateiv veteichateim!

Rough Night

Tonight I wrote one of the hardest pieces I've ever written. The craigslist ad for my dog. I wrote a bit last night about how we were trying to find a way to get him to Texas. I didn't sleep well last night thinking about that. Teppi has never traveled well and Michigan to Texas is a huge trip. It would be too stressful. My soon-to-be-ex husband can't take him either. The sad conclusion was rehoming would be the best option for Teppi's health.

I'm so upset with my family right now. I was promised that Teppi would always have a home with them and now we have to find another alternative. I've done a lot of crying in the last twenty-four hours but I think I am coming to terms with this. 

AJ has said we'll still get a dog, and in fact may be getting us a chiweenie pup on Monday, so I'm trying to look forward to that.

Personal Emergency....

As many of my readers know, I spent this summer working in Yellowstone National Park. The biggest problem I had with this was it meant leaving my beloved dog, Imhotep, behind with my mother. In less than two weeks I live here and head to live with my honey in Texas. My understanding previous to today was that my dog would be safely kept at my grandfather's house with my mom until I could make arrangements to get him.

Tonight, I was talking to my mom on Skype, and she informed me that Teppi has been snapping when he's disciplined. I know why this is but no one there wants to listen. Tep has always known myself or my soon to be ex husband as the Alphas of his pack. With neither of us in the picture over the summer he has determined that he would like to be Alpha now and is trying to show his dominance.

Mom says she will hold onto him for another month to see if I can make arrangements to bring him to Texas. I'm trying to figure out what to do, because I can't afford a trip to Michigan right away.

Any of you all out there have advice?

Let Your Geek Flag Fly! Healthful tips for Geeks (nerds and dorks too!)

There seems to be two ideas when you refer to someone as a 'geek'. People picture someone--a guy usually--that they might consider a loser; working a minimum wage job (if working); living in mom's basement; with a pasty computer monitor 'tan'. They assume that if this 'geek' goes out at all that they go to places like Trekkie 'Cons and comic stores. The other line of thought puts the geek as a brainiac, likely working a computer job, the Steven Hawking Type. This, technically would be a Nerd but a lot of folks don't know the subtle differences (and there are many who are both so don't feel bad!).

Here's the definition of a Geek via WikiHow: How to Tell the Difference Between Nerds and Geeks

 The term "geek" is often said to have originated from circus performers in sideshows, referring to those who performed bizarre feats.^[4] However, its earliest meaning is, "one who is regarded as foolish, offensive, worthless, etc."^[5] Today, the term has taken on a positive slant and a geek could be viewed as someone with an interest or lifestyle having to do with niche activities, especially fandom and technology.^[6] It is not uncommon for a geek to be capable of reciting large amounts of knowledge that is unintuitive, intriguing and (at times) 

long-winded. The knowledge could be anything from the mundane to 'living encyclopedia' status.^[7] Geeks tend to have average grades. Geeks can vary in their interests, from fun (films) and sometimes even frivolous things (collecting plastic figurines), to heavily technological interests (computing, hacking, and programming). Urban Dictionary goes so far as to suggest that society still views computer programming as a "bizarre feat" and the term "geek" is a proud label reflecting this.^[8]

• Likely to be a gamer, a Star Trek fan, technologically enthused, a film series/book series buff, a free-spirited (not malevolent) technology hacker, a creator of unusual objects (artist, etc.), etc.^[9]

I am proud to be a geek!

For a long time, and I hate to admit this, I reinforced that first stereotypical image. I lived at home, even while married. My husband pretty much took care of me. I let my geek-dom wipe out everything else. For me it was because that allowed me to escape into a MMORPG for the majority of my waking time. I wanted to get away from real life. I was not healthy and my friends and family were worried. 

So what's a Geek-Girl to do when she needs to turn her life around? You can't spend your days in front of a game all day and be healthy. It's hard to respect yourself with all of the junk food that too often accompanies the lifestyle piled around you. There are so many pitfalls of being a geek.

Mind you I'm not saying being a geek is bad. Like so many things in life it's about avoiding the bad parts and bringing the good into the light!

How does one accomplish this? Baby steps, my friends, baby steps.

Technology and, yes, even gaming can play a huge role in getting yourself healthy if you want it to.  Start by replacing the junk food around you. If you MUST snack (and I know how that is during a big raid or RP event!), choose something flavorful but healthy. Even if that first step is just moving from fried chips to baked, it is still a step in the right direction.

For me the first step was weening myself off of my two to three 24pack of Pepsi (diet, to lie to myself) habit. This is not to say that habit is completely broken. I still have days where I drink a lot of pop--although these days it's diet Coke as that is what is in our Employee Dining Room. Heck I'm just coming off a binge where I was having a glass of it with lunch and with dinner, along with a can or bottle whenever I could get my hands on it. Even this is a drastic cut back from where I was. I am not supposed to have it whatsoever though, and am once again trying to go off of it.

I found tea (hot or cold, your choice. I even sweetened mine because even with doing that it was likely less sugar and certainly less additives than the pop) to be a good replacement. Sugar free drinks like Crystal Light can be good for some folks too. Ice water even...by the way, drink enough water and it cuts back on the munchies too!

The next thing is to get moving. Baby steps again here, remember. You're not going to want--or be able--to run a marathon right away. Start with short walks. If that doesn't appeal, turn to gaming. That's right, Gaming. I got a hell of a workout when we had a Wii. I took pride in doing my fitness age test thing every morning and trying to get a better age! Boxing and Tennis were great workouts and I could do them actively in my home and not worry what people around me were thinking. I have not tried the Kinect yet but I sure would like to!

Keep adding in little steps as you go. Change another snack--soon all of your snacks will be healthier. Again, remember that healthy does not necessarily mean all 'rabbit food' or cardboard diet food! Walk a little further each day or do another couple minutes of an active game. Every little bit counts!!

Good luck, my Geek Brethren.

Quote:  Live long and Prosper ~Spoken portion of the Vulcan Salute in the Star Trek Multiverse

So where is this blog going? What is this all about?

I suppose these must be the two most commonly asked questions of a new blogger--both from their readers, and to themselves. I know I have been thinking long and hard about this, myself.  At first I planned for this to be just a journal of sorts, a way for me to record the personal journey I am. Which is great for me, but what does it offer to my readers? (Aside, I hope, from inspiration.)

I had a few ideas and threw them at a friend of mine this evening to see if it sounded good. She's done this all before, been a blogger and all, and I was looking for her input. To my surprise, it seemed to make more sense to her than it did to me! So here's what I envision for the Lunar Road:

*A place for inspiring stories of personal journeys, self love (no not THAT kind of self love, get your mind out of the gutter!) and self awareness. These would be from several sources: Real People, Fictional Characters, my own stories, myths, allegories....

"So you're going to be another "Chicken Soup for the Soul" type of blog?"

No....there's more dear reader, I promise!

*Healthful living. Part of self love and self respect is taking care of yourself. No fads, no gimmicks...just healthy living tips, advice, articles, whatever comes up. This may include things like how to handle situtations where the foods you need (be it for a health reason like myself or just a personal choice) are not available for long periods of time. You know, like when your diet is limited due to the fact you live in a dorm and have to eat what is served--which would be what I'm going through currently.

I'm not going to preach about my own diet or anything like that...just share insight on what I learn along the way. My own diet is far from ideal, even for my own health issues.

*Tips to help you along your own journey to self awareness, respect, and love. Not just from me but articles, book reviews, and possibly guest bloggers!

*Spirituality. There is more to this word than religion and I will attempt to focus on that rather than on religion itself. If I offend anyone with my statements on this subject I am sorry, honestly. I do not mean to, everyone's path is their own. For me this includes things like Yoga and Meditation, both of which will more than likely be featured.


Quote:   When I was a young man, I wanted to change the world.  I found it was difficult to change the world, so I tried to change my nation.  When I found I couldn't change the nation, I began to focus on my town.  I couldn't change the town and as an older man, I tried to change my family.  Now, as an old man, I realize the only thing I can change is myself, and suddenly I realize that if long ago I had changed myself, I could have made an impact on my family.  My family and I could have made an impact on our town.  Their impact could have changed the nation and I could indeed have changed the world.  ~Author Unknown

As the Summer Winds Down

Orriginally posted (by ME) here: http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=10150306028309753
on 2/14/11


I 'blogged' a bit at the begining of this wild journey, now I think it only fitting that I should blog a bit about the end. I have often heard Yellowstone called "Wonderland" and I can see why....for many reasons. The natural beauty and strangeness of the thermal features and mountains of course...but the way the lives of those of us who live here are turned topsy turvey by it as well. I left South Haven almost 5 months ago, at the age of 30 still very much a child. I was broken. I was dejected. I felt as if everything I did was wrong and I didn't deserve to be loved.

When I came here, part of me was hopefull, but part of me was terrified. Group living has never gone well for me (MCTI where everyone was as weird as me aside...and even that had its downfalls). I'm not "normal" so I become the scapegoat...if something goes wrong it must have been my fault. That hasn't happened here, and for that I am thankfull. There was another incident, where I overheard supposed friends talking about me when they thought I was asleep. They told the guy I was crushing on that I liked him. The words "never in a million years" and "weird girl" were enough to keep me up the rest of the night, mostly crying.

Then my seamstress job was ripped away and I was thrown into laundry. WITH those so called friends. Between having to face them every day and the stress of the job itself (the laundry is hot, loud, and a lot of heavy lifting), I was miserable. I was never so happy as the day I was given the job in Reservations and moved up to Mammoth. Things turned around for me then, and this became home to me.

I made new, true friends. I started taking better care of myself. My first couple months, honestly, my attendance sucked, but I've gotten that turned around. I don't let aches and pains hold me back anymore and I feel better about myself for that. I'm more confident. I finally feel like an adult.

Thats the thing about this place. It heals. It turns your life around and makes you take a long hard look at yourself. Not everyone makes it here. Two people I trained with in Reservations left very early in the season after that mirror was held to them. In fact, of our training class, only two are still here. There were eight of us. The two boys went first. They werent ready for this apparently. Next to go was one of our ladies, due to health problems. The rest of us have made it through. Three ladies left already as their contracts were up. The other, my "Yellowstone Mom", leaves next week. I'll miss them all dearly.

Another description I've heard of Yellowstone, particularly of the workforce, is that we're on the Island of Misfit Toys. Heck, here at Mammoth there is even a band by that name, the members of which I am proud to call my friends. They rock too!

We are all misfits, in our own way. All of us had our own reasons for coming here. Some will go back out into the world, some will remain here, "lifers". There's a chance I'm one of them. I have a winter contract already.

By the time I leave here on October 9th, all of my friends will have left. Most are gone already. My three BYFs (Best Yellowstone Friends), the three people that drew me out the most and helped me discover myself--Jamie, her fiance Erik, and our friend John-- have gone already. I hope to see them all again someday (possibly around December when Jamie and Erik's daughter is born!). Nati leaves on the 6th, my roommate Merry leaves on the 7th.

The end of the season is bittersweet...like saying goodbye at the end of summer camp. Happy to be leaving, sad to be seeing your friends go, not knowing if you'll see them again.

A few things I've learned about myself:

* I am stronger emotionally then I thought.

* I am beautiful--not because anyone tells me I am, not because I think I am, I just am!

* I do have attitude and can fling one line zingers off the top of my head, sometimes.

* I am no one's back up plan!

* I deserve love, just as much as anyone else.

* I am TERRIFIED of big animals. Especially those with pointy objects on their head. Although even the cow elk have scared the bejeebus out of me a few times.

* I can get my butt up at 6am and go to work 5 days a week, week after week. I'm exhausted by the time my days off come, but I CAN do it.

* I work better later than earlier....if I have to have a short shift, 10-5 is much better than 8-3!

* Moisturizing body wash and Burts Bees' Milk and Honey lotion are my friends!

* My curls can be annoying but they are not a curse. Not usually anyway. They can actually be kinda cute!

* Having long hair isn't so bad after all. I've survived the summer without a cut!

* I am not incapable of losing weight. 50lbs down and counting! TAKE THAT WORLD!

Other random factoids I've picked up:

* Bison can jump 6' straight up from standing (not from experiance! Just a random fact I heard)

* Altitude sickness can be a real ass-kicker (from experiance)

* Fingers squished in a window turn really pretty colors (from painful experiance)

* Just because the Employee Dining Room calls a food something, does not mean its what we're expecting.

* People are willing to lie, cheat, and possibly steal to get the room or camping spot that they want.

* Peope don't plan ahead. I can't count the number of times I've heard "But we drove all the way here, where are we going to stay?" Um...seems to me you should have thought about that BEFORE driving halfway across the country. Especially if you knew you needed speacial accomadations (like you have 12 kids, or you have to have electric in your camp site so that your precious Muffykins poodle doesnt overheat)

* Always carry the following if going hiking...or for a drive...: Water, Bear spray, Bug reppelent, Sunscreen.

* Bear Spray does NOT work the same way as bug reppelent. DO NOT SPRAY YOURSELF AND YOUR FAMILY WITH IT (unless of course you WANT to be airlifted out of the park)

* When tourists come into Yellowstone, the vast majority check the following at the gate: Common Sense, Driving Skills, Patience, Courtesy, Brains.

* There are people out there that honestly believe that Elk are either very large deer or very small moose.

* The mating call of male elk is REALLY annoying first thing in the morning.

Rolemodels and Mentors...Moving on

Orriginally posted (by me) here: 

http://www.facebook.com/note.php?note_id=101460789963009


9/20/11

((WARNING: TIM BURTON'S "Alice in Wonderland" SPOILERS AHEAD)

I have a habit of finding "Spirit Guides" in the oddest places. For the last several months, my guide has been Tim Burton's Alice in Wonderland. In particular Alice's growth throughout the movie--from a somewhat timid girl letting her family guide her every movement, to the woman who faces the jaberwokey and then says goodbye to her friends to return home and become a truely independant woman.  I, in many ways, have been on that journey myself this summer...and soon it will be time for me to leave Wonderland and return to the real world.

Alice and her friends will always be with me, of course, reminding me that all of the best people are entirely bonkers, that I still have my muchness, and that the impossible can always be true. 

But just as movies end, so my time in Wonderland--or in my case YNP-- is drawing to a close. I have, for the most part, defeated my personal Jaberwokies, Banished my Red Queens, and am prepared to take the reins of my life firmly in hand. 

Durring all of this (and due to something a friend said around the same time) I became the White Rabbit to my bff's Dormouse. (As far as nicknames go at least). The white rabbit became the symbol for who I was, and Alice for who I wanted to become. 

I'm sure I will find a new guide before long here. I can feel Alice backing off as I reach the goals she was leading me to. I don't know yet who or what my next inspiration will be, but I can't wait to see where this next stage of my journey leads!

The Turning of the Year

Today the light and dark, the sun and moon are balanced. Day and night are equal. Today is the Autumn Equinox, the first "official" day of fall in the northern hemisphere. From here until the sun begins its return in December, the world around me will slowly descend into the winter darkness. This year, I am not afraid.

So often in my life, winter has been the season I dreaded. Winter brought constant gray skies; forced time indoors; ice--a major hazard, given my lack of physical grace; and, more often than not, illness. Usually the worst of this was my annual bronchitis, which would occasionally turn into pneumonia. That was eclipsed by the health issues of last winter. I won't get into details today, as that is not the focus of this post.

Instead of fearing this winter, I am looking forward to it. I'm a looking at the months ahead as a time of quiet reflection and preparation for the rebirth of spring. Last winter's health issues triggered a journey for me--towards self-awareness, self love, and self respect. This journey has changed me, made me ready for the life ahead. Ready to bloom into the woman I am meant to be.

This winter will be my chrysalis, a time to get to know this new me before heading into the world. Now this is not to say that I will be hiding myself away this winter. Indeed, it is just the opposit. I intend to throw myself into new environments, pursuits, and hobbies. I also plan to reconnect with parts of myself pushed back into the darkness and near forgotten.

This winter is about self discovery. The next phase in my journey to me




Quote:
“I can't explain myself, I'm afraid, sir,' said Alice, 'Because I'm not myself you see.”
― Lewis Carroll, Alice's Adventures in Wonderland & Through the Looking-Glass