More redneck lawn art

Two of my fabulous friends and I started a blog to help keep us [better] connected across the miles that separate us. My post this week is about redneck lawn art. I had a pleasant little promenade down memory lane browsing through my archived photos of Ferdinand, the old farm truck. Here are a few more of my favorite snaps: 

“I’m ready for my close-up”

 

the neighbor’s cows are fascinated with him too …

 

this one gives me the impression Ferdie has a runny nose

 

I love the way the wheel turned out in this pic

 

spidey’s web just about makes the perfect frame…

 

To count, or not to count. *That* is the question …

Last year about this time, I sat contemplating whether or not I was going to set New Years Resolutions. What I ended up with was my 20-11 List: twenty things I wanted more of, and eleven things I wanted less of. A smart list, if I say it myself, and reviewing it throughout the year, one that helped me keep the important things important. 


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I suppose I’ve always smelled faintly of chlorine. I learned to swim when I was four, and joined the swim team at seven. I swam competitively for 10 years, retiring from racing after high school. And I’ve managed to stay in the pool since. 


The difference between my workouts then and now is counting. When you’re prepping for the next meet, yardage is important. When you’re following the black line on the bottom of the pool to just stay in shape, yardage isn’t as important as whether or not you’re hitting your training heart rate. Some days I count laps, some days I don’t. I find I’m more motivated, and feel better about my workout, on the days I count. There’s a greater sense of accomplishment when I *know* I’ve put in a mile, instead of guesstimating I have done. Apparently, Coach, that training is a hard habit to break!


It dawned on me a couple days before Christmas that my morning workout is a good analogy for the rest of my life. I’m more motivated, and pay better attention when I’m counting. And I definitely don’t pay as much attention to the stuff I don’t count. 
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So here’s my 2012 List: Things to count. And not to count.

 

Count
Expressing gratitude
       Acknowledging,
in the moment, when someone does something I appreciate
       Saying
“please” and “thank you”
Precious face-time with my family and friends
       Family
dinners
       Inside
jokes
       Crazy
capers from which legend is borne
       Puppy
kisses
       See
also “celebrations,” “laughter, “gratitude”
Snail mail
       Sent
… being tangible with family and friends across the miles
       Received
… that isn’t a solicitation or a bill!
Healthy habits
       Calories
burned
       Miles
swum
       Walks
with friends
       Walks
with the 4-leggeds
       See
also “laughter”
       Mental
health breaks: see also “moto,” “face-time”
Accomplishment
       Finished
projects
       Good
books
       Permission
to abandon old stuff
Celebrations
       High
fives
       Happy
dances
       See
also “face-time”
Laughter
       Giggles
       Chortles
       Guffaws
       Snorts!
Moto rides!!!
       Camping
trips
       Wandering
to nowhere particular
       See
also “healthy habits”
Photo ops
       Sunrises,
sunsets
       Ocean,
mountains, rivers, valleys
       Dogs,
cats, kids, cows
       Face-time
with friends
       Celebrations,
accomplishment
       Moments
that memories are made of (and legend, too)

 

Not Count
The number of times it is “my turn” to talk
When a friend has the floor … be still, and listen
between the words (it’s what I hope they’d do for me)
When I don’t get my own way
In 5 years, will it really be important anyway?
Being right
Quarreling takes too much energy, and there never
are any real winners
Minor personal inconvenience
Especially if it’s while being of service to someone
Unanticipated change in plans
Often, the best adventures are unplanned. Definitely
don’t count if it’s family/friends changing it up.
How often I’m sent “up over” or “down under”
Being the young bendy one in the family means I’m
climbing the ladder or crawling under the house to do…something I’d probably
rather not. But, it’s precious time and relationship maintenance with my old
people I wouldn’t trade for anything. Count under “face-time” and “accomplishment.”
Rainy days
It’s Oregon after all. It rains here. But it means
fabulous green stuff and gorgeous blooming things.
* In no particular order
** Subject to change as I think of things to add

Well, hello 2012!

New Years Day toast. Courtesy of Martinellis.