From as early as I can remember, I’ve always worked very hard at whatever job I’m given… and I play just as hard, if not harder!
When you play hard, chances are that you’re going to take some hard hits… but hey, you only live once, right?!
I’ve face planted into the dash of a motor vehicle, breaking my nose. I’ve slammed full tilt into a water barrel while riding a horse, chipping the bone just below the knee of my left leg. My pant leg caught on the tire of a three wheeler, sucking me underneath and then running me over… no broken bones there, just injured pride. Blew out one knee while chopping down a great big Holly tree, and blew out the other while playing in the snow.
And, as Barney sings, “the list goes on and on, my friend”. Since I’m fairly certain that you don’t give a flying tire about how many injuries I’ve had, broken bone or not, let’s focus on something better…
The answer is in the question, silly WordPress! Balance is the answer, in and of itself. What’s in the baskets will depend on the one doing the balancing. The key to the balancing is to choose the correct set of scales!
Look for quality, longevity, and any and all perks available with your purchase. Watch out for companies that cut corners with cheap product and shoddy manufacturing. They will look pretty, but will break after the first couple of uses.
Remember, if it looks too good to be true, then it probably is!
Go with a reputable company, preferably one that’s been around for a good long while. And do your research! Ask around for testimonials from those who previously purchased quality scales. This way, you are sure to find the set of scales that were meant just for you.
I found mine, and I promise that you will too. And I’ll stand on their quality til my last breath! I’ve had mine for as long as I can remember. At times, I’ve abused them, misplaced them, or downright put them away so I could try to do things my way. But I’ve still got them… and they look as good as they did when I first received them. If you’d like to, you can use my testimony and referral to where I got mine if you’re in the market to buy a quality set of scales. I’d be happy to tell you where I got them from… you know, who the manufacturer is, and all.
Being either a leader or a follower is somewhat like knowing when to add sugar or salt, flour or water. In the end, what you want is a cake that tastes good AND looks good, right?!
It’s been said that to lead, one must first learn to follow. It’s also been said that to get you have to give, to speak well means to listen well, and to do a job well you have to learn the job in the first place… ok, that last one is maybe just one I made up but it seemed fitting.
Anyhow, we are all capable of leading when it’s truly needed, as well as the following bit!
Just follow the instructions on the back of the box, or in my case, what’s in the pages of scripture… just sayin!
When I picked out my favorite fruits for this prompt, none of them seemed to be too thrilled about it! It was all I could do to get them to sit in the same bowl together, and the fussing and crying was more than I could take… so I just ate them!
I’ll spare you the visuals of the mess I made, but I will say that it was rather shameful… banana peels, mango skins, and a pile of those little green tops to my strawberries lay mixed into a pile of mango and peach skins. That’s all that remains in the bowl now.
Oh well! In honor of those that were lost, I baked some cookies to make it all better…
When I say shush, I don’t mean for you to shush. I mean for myself to shush… in answer to the prompt, of course!
As far as one small improvement that I can make in my own life, I would have to say that it’s listening more than speaking. Well, I might actually learn a thing or two, ya know?!
Oh, and I should probably start baking larger batches of cookies for everybody…
Based on the definition of what community is, or should be, my answer changes. For instance, if I were to look at this prompt with a literal and physical meaning, I don’t really have anything to answer. We just moved into our apartment after five years of wandering, so we’re just now settling in. While I intend to discover ways of becoming involved, I’m not quite there yet!
If the prompt is looked at from the angle of what do I do to be involved in this community, well, that’s easy. The definition gave two directions when I looked it up. One was the physical community that I live in, which I already mentioned. The other direction to consider is those of like characteristics, like science, art, politics, or, in my case, all things literature.
I suppose that this is where I spend a large amount of my time, whether I’m doing the writing… or the reading and commenting. Community! This is the one I pick. Why? Because I value all of you and I think that you care for me, also. Isn’t that what we’re doing here, as we connect with one another from day to day. I think that each and every one of us here on WordPress make efforts to be involved. We contribute everything from music, art, poetry, short stories, and many times, just our thoughts. In a way, we do live together in a sort of virtual community.
Here, as a show of good faith, I’ve spent the whole of the morning in my virtual kitchen just to bake enough cookies to feed this wonderful community that I call family…
With so many brands out there to choose from, how can I possibly decide. Besides, the answer will always change, depending on the cow.
For instance, color plays a big part in deciding what brand works better than others…
Notice how the white lettering stands out well against the darker fur in the photo above. Yet, if we change the coloring of the letters, things are far different…
Personally, it just makes the cow look naked! And it brings a whole new meaning to the question, “Does this color make my udders look too big?”
What about the shape… of the letters, I mean?
Just asking… for a friend, of course!
Finally, attitude plays a big part in how one carries their favorite brands…
Go ahead, tell her that you think cows with udders shouldn’t have horns like a steer… go on, I double dog dare you! See what I mean, though, attitude really does make that brand bling she’s wearing really pop!
I have more proof, in the whole attitude department…
If you have an unsure and confused look about you, it just really clashes with her choice of brands. Oh well, never mind. By the look on her face, I’m not so sure that changing the brand will improve much in her appearance.
Wait… I’ve the perfect idea for our brandless bovine!
See, I told you that cookies make everything better! Help yourselves to a cookie, or three! She’s been at it all morning so there’s a ton of cookies laying about.
Once upon a time, long long ago, we navigated with pencil drawings of whomever had traveled on the road we were on. It’s all we had to go on for directions…
Thank goodness we don’t have to rely on the old way of getting information, right?! Advanced technology now allows us to navigate, via global satellite telemetry, on our handy dandy cell phones… or even our car’s onboard navigation system.
Consider our personal journeys in life like navigating a map, of sorts. We start at point A (birth) and are given a map of life with a bunch of confusing scribbles on it. It seems like we’re trying to follow a map we can hardly read, in the hope that our directions will get us to our destination, safely and successfully.
When you choose what you consider to be your destination, then you’re able to choose your directions. You can decide to attempt travel, only using those maps that time can destroy…
Or…
Download an Onboard Navigation System… that’s what I did, and I haven’t gotten lost since!
I had to laugh when I saw this prompt, as it brought up a memory that had been lost to me… so thank you, WordPress!
I swear that I might have been born in the wild, because my earliest memories include riding bareback while still in diapers… ya, I have a mind like a steel trap!
Anyways, camping is something that came naturally to this girl, and so, I passed it on to my children. My daughters have been camping since before they were born, as I freely went camping during my pregnancies. When my girls began to grow, we began traveling with a group of about 4 or 5 other families during the summer months, camping and fishing throughout the great Northwest. From southern Oregon, across Idaho and into Montana, and even into British Columbia.
Needless to say, my family are avid campers, fishers, hikers and hunters! They weren’t always so experienced at this stuff, and it took a great deal of training and practice, especially in the bathroom department, if you know what I mean? I had three girls!
How does one raise a little girl to be a tough camper, and yet still be a little lady? Like I said, we traveled with a huge group of camping families, which meant cooking together, bathing in close proximity to others, and yes, using the restroom in groups, for security! With little ones running around, we grown ups thought it was easiest to make an appropriate code word, to signal our restroom intentions. If one needed to use the restroom, we simply said, “I have to go camping”, and anyone who needed to go, simply agreed to come along.
Now, this went on for nearly an entire summer before one of my girls finally asked, “Mamma, how come the grown-ups keep saying they’re camping and then disappear into the woods?” I explained that it was a polite way of saying that we needed to use the restroom, without saying it in front of others. She didn’t question me further, and seemed not to even understand what I’d said. About a week later, all the families gathered at our home to plan the next upcoming adventure.
There we all were, standing around my kitchen talking, when my daughter marches into the midst of the group and boldly announced, “Everyone, I need to go camping… that means I have to go poop!”
I nearly dropped the plate in my hands! The entire room went silent for a moment, and then erupted into laughter! All of the adults in the room knowing laughed themselves silly, while my daughter marched off to the bathroom. The rest of the day was filled with children running around the house, loudly claiming they needed to camp and then laughing about it!
Journey With Me! 