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About ramblinwoman

I call a small, Minnesota town home. I'm a lover of life and all the simple things. Currently I spend my time enjoying my 20's and everything it has to offer, the good and the bad. I have a horse that acts much more like a dog. I have an undeniable love for "junque" and repurposing the old into something new and useful. Yes, I'm Norwegian, not full blooded by any means and I can't say I know the lost art of lefse making but I do enjoy Lutefisk...the good stuff....not the jelly you buy at the local grocery store. This is my first attempt at blogging, I'm a rookie and it will certainly show. However, I thoroughly enjoy putting my thoughts into words and spinning a regular, everyday incident into something a little more entertaining. I hope you enjoy the rambling!

HAPPY….Having A Purpose to Pursue You

I’ve been told I have a purpose. Something that I’m supposed to do or produce to fulfill why it is I’m here. Why I’ve met certain people, how I got where I am today, and a reason for the lessons I’ve learned. I believe that one day it all comes together. All our key experiences come flooding back and the pieces start falling together.

It’s not the same “thing” for all of us. For some it’s a significant other, a friend, a career or a hobby. So how is this “thing” found….noticed….or even detected? I’ve heard it called the pursuit, the search….the journey. All of which are fitting but they all insinuate a movement. A movement to find what it is we are chasing.

How silly.

Who has ever wandered aimlessly around their house looking for something that isn’t lost, something that isn’t there or something that doesn’t yet exist? We would all look like crazy people! Yet, maybe we all are crazy from the outside looking in. A bunch of wanderers with no outlet.

Until….until we stumble upon this strange, comfortable, awesome, scary, exciting….”thing.”

I speak for myself when I say its frustrating to not know. The concept is there and understood but it hasn’t yet clicked. So, that brings to me a new light.

Perhaps, we (I) shouldn’t be looking so hard. It might be best to take it as it comes. Live life in a multiple choice fashion. Meet cause and effect head on. And just do what makes you happy. If others question or judge you it’s only because they’re still lost. That in turn leads me to my next theory.

If you are doing what makes YOU HAPPY…..keep doing it. It’ll make all those crazy people that much more crazy.

But….it could possibly inspire others. And that, is also something to pursue…..


Snoozers Don’t Lose

Inspiration is found in strange places. Whether it be inspiration for creativity, problem solving or simply getting out of bed in the morning it can be found nearly anywhere…it just depends who’s looking for it. What if your outlet for creativity started in bed and was based largely on your struggle to get both feet to the floor? Well then you’d be me. The 12 times I push the snooze button each morning results in an abundance of creative tricks, tips and shortcuts that early risers will never know or appreciate.

Before I admit myself to SPA (snooze pushers anonymous) I will tell you the real reason why I’m always late. My mother….good ol’ Pam shared with me her genetic inability to grace anyone or any place with her presence in a timely manner. I’m not sure what the genealogical term is for this or if its a type of phobia in relation to fear of being on time but there’s no way its a personality flaw. If it was, you’d think I’d have my act together by now!

Tardiness is rude, disrespectful and we have been taught to look down upon those who disregard a schedule. It’s not that I intend to offend anyone and I do in fact know how to read a clock. Preferably digital, the ones with hands are do-able just a little more confusing when I’m in a hurry! Instead of seeing this as such a negative trait I feel its only fitting to twist it ever so slightly to make others see that a snoozer really isn’t a loser.

Let’s start with how long it takes an average person to get ready. Okay, the average female….what, an hour? Maybe an hour and a half? Not this chick, I have it down to 20 minutes if its absolutely necessary. You won’t find me taking a ridiculously long shower, fixing my hair or finding time for piddly chores like folding clothes, washing floors or exercising so early in the morning. The way I see it there’s no time for procrastination.

Minus the amount of procrastination it takes to ignore my alarm for an hour. That isn’t the basis of my blog, so we won’t go there. End result: less water used, less damage to my hair and not a single strained muscle before work. 

From what I understand people spend a big chunk of their morning trying to find something to wear and apparently even the night before on occasion. I would know nothing about this. I’ve learned that my first instinct is the fashion forward instinct and you must always follow it because “Ain’t nobody got time for that!” End result: Practice made perfect for anytime a man may be waiting on me….this cures any whining associated with their boredom. Win, win!

Daily I surprise myself with flawless multitasking skills. Answer me this. Who else do you know that can brush their teeth, put on heels and change the song on their morning playlist, all at the same time? Few I’m sure. End result: Multitasking and efficiency are spelled a lot different but realistically they are one in the same. Half the time, twice as much accomplished. Booyah

Speeding tickets are for one time offenders. The poor souls that are never 10 minutes late and those that dismissed instead of snoozed. This is my life….I know exactly how fast I can drive without a speeding ticket, how long it takes to get from point A to B and exactly when I need to pass someone before I’m officially stuck for the duration of my commute. All of these are crucial factors to ensure I won’t be paying out to some grumpy State Patrol in a funny looking hat. End result: I can save hundreds on speeding tickets by switching to snooze.

You can’t speed if you don’t have gas but you can’t make it to work on time if you have to stop for gas. For this reason I have the utmost confidence in my vehicle that once it stops reading at 32 miles till empty, I know it will still get me to where I need to go. I might be rolling in on fumes but hey, its not how you get there….it’s if you get there. And, I have yet to make a call to triple A or phone a friend for a gas can. Winning! End result: Thrill, nothing gets you going in the morning like a little drama. Will I make it or will I be hitch hiking? Oooooh how I love the excitement!

I’ve learned to stay on my toes because even though I’ve been through this a million times there is still room for error. A rushed state of mind can make you forget the necessities. For example, believe it or not my vehicle is unable to start when my keys are left on the counter. It’s also very tricky to get my keys once the house door has been locked. Remember it’s all about the thrill so I don’t keep a spare key. Hehe. End result: I acquired a new skill. Find me a doorknob I can’t get past with a credit card. I dare you.

How does it go? “The early bird gets the worm.” I’m not your average bird so I’ll occasionally find my worm at the bottom of a bottle.

Not that often because worms are gross and so is tequila.







Mr. You’re In My 20-Something….Get Out

As I search the web, entertaining myself with countless blogs and articles. I often see the headlines of people writing about their twenties. I hate to follow suit but what the heck, why not! I’m going be here for another six years so I better embrace it and tell all before I get to my thirties and develop memory loss or worse yet, dementia.

My experience of my twenties may have been different if I was where I used to be, which thankfully I’m not. Looking back its all water under the bridge and it just so happens my bridge is awesome and leads to a really green pasture. I haven’t made it to this quote on quote “pasture” yet but I’m well on my way.

I make it sound like everything is perfect through my rose colored glasses and realistically all is well. But I have this nasty habit of finding people who have terrible morals. They don’t all carry similar characteristics but it turns out they all don’t understand the concept between right and wrong.

In case you were wondering dating in your twenties is awful!  Even the act of getting to know new people in your twenties is awkward. Either you meet them when you are super hammered or you meet them in the morning because you don’t remember meeting them the night before. Of course there is always those handy apps to get you out there and have the full on “twenty” fourteen experience. Which I am proclaiming right now, I will NEVER do!

My married, long-time friend and I were having a cocktail a few weeks back and she admitted she can’t imagine being single at this age. I followed her confession by “I wonder if there’s an adult 4-H I can join.” Riiiighhht? But in all honesty thats how I feel, the bar scene is the same old gross scenario and nobody my age has real hobbies. It’s difficult to find people, even friends, with honest intentions.

I’m not going to sit here and tell you all men are horrible, because they aren’t and I know that. However, it’s my encounters with this strange species that shapes my perception. Lets take a look at the lost pages of a Norwegian girl’s diary….the little black book if you will. This is an outline of people, no names mentioned, that I have had the pleasure of interacting with.

1. Mr. Off The Meds: No joke, I once recieved a facebook message asking if I’d like to go out for supper and a drink followed by “I’m finally off all my perscriptions so I can drink again…woohoo.” I didn’t take him up on his offer.
2. Mr. Pat My Head: After going out to eat with a lawyer/golf cart salesman it was clear we had nothing in common. While leaving the restaurant I seen the dead end sign when he tried to throw me in a snow bank. And it was a no second date confirmation when he patted me on the head in the car. Yep. Patted. My. Head!
3. Mr. Icefishing: The handful of guys who invite me to do really fun outdoor activites, promising cards, beer and hours of B.S.-ing and then they find out that I was under the impression this was a “friend” outing. They then cancel on me. Partially my fault I agree but you can’t be getting a girls hopes up and then not follow through.
4. Mr. Friend Shark: Everyone has heard of this one, an aquaintance or even long-time friend that waits in the dark water, only to emerge when your relationship status has turned to single. Usually much too soon and it results in an emense amount of hurt feelings. Don’t feed the sharks ladies, it never ends well.
5. Mr. Ex-Boyfriend’s Friend: My ex-boyfriend friends are all really awesome, and it seemed as though most were on my side of the fence after the breakup. Turns out a few of them wanted to permanently be on my side of the fence. There’s a fence up for a reason….
6. Mr. Classic Date: This is the scenario when you go on a traditional date, try to get to know a person. They pick you up, they hold the door blah-blah-blah. All very nice and flattering, until a few days later they give you the impression they want to marry you and for you to begin child birth immediately. My biological clock isn’t on a timer and even if it was you’d be the last to know. 
7. Mr. I have a Girlfriend: These ones are usually gorgeous and totally unattainable but for a short amount of time they’ll try to make you believe there’s a chance. Its all a lie, a lttle made up game because they’re no longer in the “game.” Great, all you’ve done is made yourself look like a tool and confirm my original assumption that well….you were a tool.
8. Mr. Unique: I’m not very good with these individuals and I tend to scare easily. Especially if you have an eyebrow ring and you have a bird and a lizard. Both by the name of Zoey/Zoie. My name isn’t Zoe so I have a feeling this isn’t going to work, among other reasons.
9. Mr. Up Front: This is for the guys that aren’t afraid to let it all hang out. The true blue, obscene men that tell you how it is. I love honesty but if you flat out ask me to go home with you, send me risque snapchats or call only after you’ve had a night out with Jack, Jose or Jim….you’re gonna get shot down. No self respecting female is into this….
10. Mr. Clingy: You may have known this person for years or maybe only days. Regardless, he is going to text you every hour because even though he may have given you the impression he has a life, really his life already revolves around you. You may recognize them by “Sorry if I sent a message twice, my phone is acting weird. But did you get my last text about…..” Also recognizable by “Why don’t we talk anymore?” Although your phone clearly states you had a conversation two days prior. My bad, I was busy with breathing…Eeeek!

With my close friends we could have a fun game of, name that dude. But for privacy reasons, we won’t. This one might get a lot of negative feedback but guys and gals alike will be able to relate in some way to at least one of these Mr’s.

I’m far from perfect and I bet each one of these above mentioned people could write a less than tasteful blog about me. That’s the beauty in freedom of speech my friends.

Changing The Score

The word change appears in my posts often and its safe to say I just as often dwell on it. Unlike many other people, I love change. From the expected changing of seasons to the unexpected/unwelcomed change thrown upon us, its all what makes the world go ’round. I can only imagine how uneasy those feel that refuse to meet change head on. They hide in their comfortable box hoping it won’t notice them.
If you accept change, you therefore let go of the negative. When people dwell on, why is this happening to me, why did it turn out that way, its all in negative stride. Negativity and unwillingness to let life change course becomes habit. We all have good habits and we all have bad habits , if you are able decipher what is serving you and what no longer is you are winning half the battle.
I get it, the unknown is uncomfortable. Uncomfortable is associated with dark. Dark is associated with fear. Fear is associated with reluctance. What if you let go of that perspective? Uncomfortable became the new hobby, dark to light, new was exciting and fear the new thrill. It all lies within a choice.
I could most definitely be talking about myself on this one but I often find disappointed in routine. This is a rather extreme way of thinking but I dislike seeing the same cars on my commute, taking the same way home and arriving at the exact same time. Memorizing strangers license plate numbers, predictable by a watch and feeling uneasy about a detour sign is no way to live your life. At least not in my book.
Potential is another great aspect to change. How is ones potential met when the path traveled is so familiar? This is what I will do, only this. Not that, that’s unknown and that might be more difficult.  Pushing yourself is a must, especially if you have goals. Goals were never made from the sidelines, sitting out of bounds on the bench. Get in the game and score some much needed points.
*Reader Warning: This is the only time you will see me referencing anything sports like. I don’t like sports, sure I’ll play but never will I commentate. Unless of course I’m trying to commentate life via a blog.
Then yes, expect more of that behavior.
All I’m trying to say is get out there and do something with yourself different than the day before. You’re as young as you will ever be and perhaps as healthy as you will ever be. Why not make the most of it?

Living in the 9..2..4

It’s long overdue that I have my own place and learn the ropes of life without another person as a crutch. Being female and living alone apparently is some taboo idea that only really “weird” people do, especially if you plan on living in a town hall in the country. I’m not sure what is so odd about living in a town hall, seems perfectly “normal” to me. Nonetheless, I’ve endured the strange looks and the “Oh, really?!?!…Why?” People’s concern for my well being is literally never ending but hey, if it entertains someone I will tell them my story a million times over. To date…I’m still alive and well, I will report back if anything changes.

Along with the personal growth that comes from living alone, the experiences are just as great! Things I have never been good at I am now forced to master or they will be left unfinished. Sure, I’ll admit it can get a little intimidating around home but I’m embracing it and exploring the new and uncomfortable.

After almost three months of flying solo it’s occurred to me that 924 sq ft can be a blessing and a curse. Nothing terrible, but a curse of just, well……awkward.

If you occupy an area the size of most apartments there is a lot of convenience involved. Number one being nothing is more than 6 steps away. Unless of course you go directly from the front door to the bathroom then expect at least 15 paces. Regardless, you will never get winded. Not ever.

Referencing the awkward. Imagine having eight windows, two doors, no garage and a driveway the size of a Wal-Mart parking space. Now try to pretend like you aren’t home if someone you’d rather not talk to stops by. Yeaaaaah, not gonna happen! Prime example, taking a relaxing shower after a productive evening at home…too bad the neighbors want to visit. If four knocks doesn’t make you want to give yourself up and come out of hiding, ten thunderous ones will. Conveniently they could hear….BE RIGHT THERE yelled from one end of the house to the other and retreated to the end of the driveway. If they hadn’t brought beer when I emerged I would have been slightly more irritated.

Want to mow your lawn? Go for it! Only problem is you’re the weird chick who lives in the town hall. You’re never home so people want to take a sneak peek when they can. I’m sure there’s a perfectly good reason for the same people to drive by four times. Yet they only waive twice because the other two times were not planned and they don’t want to seem like it was on purpose. I’m from a town of 532 people….I’m on to you. You can’t fool this Norwegian! (shaking fist like the iconic grumpier old men)

It’s been a sufficient amount of time for people to feel comfortable enough to address me when they see me out and about. This is acceptable and I’m glad they haven’t shunned me before allowing me to prove I’m a sane, average person. But what about the odd conversation that emerges before it’s acceptable? You’re in the local hardware store, the guy at the counter seems overly happy to see you. As if he’s been expecting you. You have a friend with you, a male friend. Your male friend leaves with purchased merchandise and then it begins….

Hardware Hank: “I don’t think I’ve seen you in here before, are you new to the area?”

Me: “Yes, yes I am, I bought the old Dora town hall.”

Hardware Hank: “Oh, that’s you! The seller was telling me all about you. How you’re a young, single gal, so ahhh that must not be your husband there, right? Your boyfriend?”

Me: “Nope, nope its not, just a friend.”

Hardware Hank: “Hahaha okay that’s what I thought.”

Cricket: “Chirp, chirp, chirp.”

Me: “Thank you” Exit stage left

Even though at times it can feel like being a newbie in an Amish colony it’s great I’ve had the opportunity to have such a unique home and it’s a wonderful place to be. The good with the bad it’s all very entertaining.

Most entertaining moment to date:

I recently purchased a charming farmhouse table, complete with a bench. A bench that quite possibly was put together by a female like myself. One who doesn’t use power tools but can use the hell out of a hammer. This bench was nailed together…not braced properly and was most likely meant for looks and not actual use. My mom was nice enough to haul the table home for me and she sat on this bench no problem….actually I specifically remember her saying “Oh, nice it doesn’t even tip!” This was clearly a set up. Next day I got busy doing something, I sat down for better concentration. What do you know the bench doubles as a teeter totter! Too bad I live alone and ended up on my backside short of breath. Thanks mom, that was a real knee slapper!

Tomorrow is another day and yesterday is in the books. Today I’ll make a mental note of all my glory in the 9..2..4. It’s only going to get better!




People-Eat-People World

In regards to the old adage “It’s a dog-eat-dog world out there.” I would have to strongly disagree as I’m not sure why the dogs are to blame for this. I see this in the human world much more than I have ever seen it in the canine world. Everyone is out to please themselves whether it results in hurting someone else or not. Lie, cheat, steal, gossip….you name it. It’s been done and it continues to happen every day.

Today I had to send a rather lengthy email to co-workers reminding them how to act like an adult, a professional and a (kind) human being at times of frustration. This group of women range from 16 to mid 60s. So its obvious that cattiness is universal and has no age preference. I know you may be reading this thinking….”HA tell me something I don’t know, damn women and their drama.” But realistically I don’t think this is specific to only the female walk of life. I think its EVERYONE. It seems as though no one is happy anymore, they aren’t happy with themselves, they aren’t happy for others and they aren’t happy with a situation unless they are in control.

After mentioning the word control, maybe that’s all it is. Control- a power trip of sorts…the euphoria of knowing you are the puppeteer.

I’m not making a snide reference to my co-workers but a general observation of the people I interact with and see in the media. If people were overall happy individuals these days; why would reality {DRAMA} TV be so popular? In my opinion it wouldn’t be. Happy people don’t spend hours watching a flittering, colorful boom box and wake up every morning and say “WOW, I’ve really got this life thing figured out!”

Per my typical rambling self I’ve gotten a little off track. I apologize, my point is….

From personal experience I see people degrading others for the pure fun of it. Bringing them down for the purpose of making themselves look better. When in reality, the opposing individual hasn’t done anything the other hasn’t done. The trick is to beat the other person into pointing out the oppositions flaws first. Then and only then they will make themselves look like the prize. I rarely see good work ethic, quiet-yet intelligent minds at work to succeed as a whole.

I strongly believe that if you have never been a team player, part of a group where accountability and organization were key. You will fail miserably at being a decent, respectable person.

I’ve been part of a professional setting for near seven years and thanks to a few awesome mentors have learned the ropes fairly well. Not necessarily by following exact directions or listening to everything I was told but following by example. When someone showed me respect, complimented me on my drive, work ethic, stellar idea, awesome question or overall job well done it inspired me to do the same.

Instead of seeing all these people breaking each other down based on their flaws or shortcomings, I’d like to see people feed off others strengths and knowledge. Why do we not excel to meet others level of genius? Why do we pick people apart by what they’ve done wrong, not teaching them the right answer and then bask in the fact that, “Hey, at least I didn’t make the mistake!”

As I explained in my email earlier today….when you work together it shows, the work you produce is that of a well oiled machine and its something to be proud of. But when there is constant tension it shows in equal stance but in a negative, draining manner. Play off each other strengths, therefore mending everyone’s separate weaknesses. The willingness to succeed individually is based solely on you…but in many cases you don’t succeed without a little help. Give credit where credit is due and when something is unjust—speak up.

I’ve said it to many people and I will say it again. If you want to be a leader do not focus on how much YOU know and don’t hinder others from learning what YOU know. Leadership is a personality trait not a level of knowledge. No matter what your personality or level of knowledge, as long as you continue to refine it, you will go places. However, you will stay exactly where you are if you choose the more…dare I say…cannibalism route. It shouldn’t be a dog-eat-dog world out there or a people-eat-people world for that matter……

<<<This is where you get to assume I’m holding up a peace sign, in bell bottom jeans with free love written across my shirt>>>

It should be a world where we meet each other face to face, realize and be thankful we are all different; utilize the diversity and soak up all the knowledge our little brains can handle.



As a society we would be unstoppable, yet we are not.

Tickle Me Elmo

This is just a guess but I think most girls enjoy a little pampering every once and awhile. I on the other hand don’t take part in this activity nearly as much as I probably should. Yesterday I decided to try this whole pampering thing out. I called my mom who mentioned she was in dire need of a manicure and asked if we should go together. She agreed and so goes the story of Tickle Me Elmo-oh hell no…..

I’ve been to these places before, you know the place where they offer goods to a little Buddha in the corner, cheesy Chinese decorations hung aimlessly on the walls, filled with people who not only speak broken English but have literally stripped the English language beyond repair. Welcome to a nail salon folks! The man who greets me is asking questions I don’t know how to answer…mostly because I have no idea what he’s saying. I try with all my Norwegian might to explain I need a pedicure and that my mother needed a manicure. After some non traditional sign language and halfway head nods he shows us to our chairs.

My mom, hidden behind a tasteful fake plant and me in a oversized, massage pedicure chair are ready for a real treat. I can’t speak for mom but I was just thankful to still have her in view. Granted we are in Detroit Lakes, MN and there is no underground smuggling (that I’m aware of) going on, it still makes a person feel a little uneasy when your surroundings are so foreign. No pun intended.

The smallest of small ladies comes over, pushes a few buttons on my chair, smiles and walks away. I feel like the smile was a little more vindictive than sincere as she wasn’t even half way across the room and this chair comes to life. I sit forward, not very impressed by the protruding, rolling balls behind me….the grumbling and grinding noises coming from this chair are beyond intense. Soon an equally small man appears.

Okay, okay he didn’t just pooof appear, I seen him walk over but for the sake of this story lets add a little enchantment. So…..ahhem where was I?

Poooof! A man dressed in outdated men’s formal wear pulls up a rolling stool. I’m quite certain at this point I haven’t even blinked. I’m still fixated on the fact that I may not enjoy this service I will have to pay my hard earned money for. He asks me what kind of pedicure I want…. I say pedicure. He laughs…I don’t. The same awful woman who started the engine on my chair hands me a list. Thank god they had all of this typed out or I may have agreed to one heck of a pricey pedicure. I point to my preference, he nods then requests I pull up my pant legs. My first thought…..whoa buddy, we just met…easy. Whatever, I listen and do as he says because I’d rather not soak my pant legs at the same time as my feet.

Let’s go back to the chair, at this point I have noticed that there is a timer on this ride. 17 min and counting to be exact. The last 3 minutes have seemed like an eternity. In 3 minutes I have learned that these “massaging balls” can make it all the way to the base of my chair and back up to the top. As these clumsy things make their journey they push me out of the chair in an awkward posture. Where is the off switch? It gets better (worse)….the seat of the chair starts bending in, pushing my legs together and I begin to experience the same level of anxiety as I do when my blood pressure is checked. OKAY….when is it going to stop, that’s a little much, oh boy, alrighhht whew okay back down it goes! As if I couldn’t feel anymore helpless….the chair starts shaking….yep, shaking. I think it was suppose to vibrate which wouldn’t necessarily be ideal either but instead it shakes. I now know where I could stand to lose a little extra weight because everything and I mean EVERYTHING shook. If I didn’t know any better I had sat on the paint mixer at the local hardware store. Good lord…

Alright, back to the guy messing with my feet. First it was the average, soak, clip, file and so on. That I can deal with. Then it came to the bottom of my feet. At that exact moment, I knew I had made a terrible mistake. If this guy was going to make it to the end of his day without getting kicked in the face, it would be a miracle. He starts rubbing a cold gel on my feet….instantly I feel the need to giggle. I cover my face, put my head down and give myself a pep talk. “Don’t laugh Kelsey, don’t do it. Everyone is going to stare at you.” My face got hot, on fire hot and I crack a smile. I rein it back in before it could get out of hand. The last thing I wanted to do was let out a famous Kelsey snort in the middle of a public place.

It seemed as though he was spending too much time on the bottom of my feet and I was starting to lose control. He then stops and says ” I help you, I help you.” I give him the squinty eye look and repeat “Help you?” He says, “YA” and disappears to the back room. I’m nervous, unsure of what to expect when he returns.

Around the corner he comes with a cheese grater…or a paddle that resembled one. “Oh, are we cooking now….I’m not hungry. Something about feet just makes me loose my appetite. No thank you, I’m good.” I mean I can totally understand if they can eat around feet because they do it for a living….not judging. Being the polite person that I am I keep my thoughts to myself and just watch in shock and awe.

Turns out it wasn’t for cheese but my feet. Cute, right? Not so much. I realize I may go without shoes more often then the girl next to me but whoa…way to make a girl feel bad about herself. My imagination runs wild, I had scrambled out of this rollercoaster ride, grabbed my mom and ran all the way back to the car…screaming and leaving my shoes behind.

Since I try to hide my crazy as often as possible I just opened my eyes as far as they could go and tensed up. Helllll no this guy is not going to use this thing on me….helllll yes he did! The shaking chair no longer seemed to bother me. Wonder why?

I’m here today to write this blog so clearly I didn’t die. I might have overreacted a tad bit but I’ve made the decision that I will not frequent these kinds of places. One and done is good enough for me. Besides, while sitting there and hearing him say “French be 5 mo dolla”….brought a rush of every stand up comedian act I had ever seen. That alone made it difficult to sit and not bust a gut.

According to my mother my face even turned bright red during this whole ordeal. I was channeling Elmo and all his “don’t tickle me” glory. It just so happens hell no rhymes with Elmo and I’m a poet and didn’t even know it.

***Disclaimer***These people are great at what they do, I was completely satisfied with their service and I in no way want to offend anyone. This is just how my mind works, I would apologize but everyone knows that won’t happen.



Using for The Purpose of Playing

I just finished up a YouTube video of a man by the name of Benjamin Smythe. He’s a little out there but from what I can tell he’s a life coach, helping others reach goals and be freely happy with themselves. This video in particular is about how to achieve optimum health. Is it possible? What would be considered optimal health? This is why I love this guy….

Instead of the worn out, mundane argument of being physically fit and how to obtain such status, he puts an entirely different spin on it. Benjamin goes on to talk about how….sure you can do “X” activity expecting to get “Y” result but healthy people die all the time. Physically fit and physically unfit people die each and every day without regard to an exercise regime. He explains that how you feel is a majority of how “optimally healthy” you are. Clearly science proves that daily exercise and overall healthy practices give you an upper hand, but an upper hand of the expected. What about the unexpected? So, what is going to get you through the unexpected? The future is entirely unknown, it will never fit your exact expectation and “all behaviors are gambles in terms of the outcome.”

He goes on to talk about exercise vs. playing. The term playing sounds juvenile but not by definition. (To engage in activity for enjoyment and recreation rather than a serious or practical purpose) He states that “There’s a whole f*@$%#! playground here and really cool people to play with.” Ha! Best line ever! How are you playing and using the people in your life? We are all using people consciously or subconsciously because we interact or play with these people for enjoyment. All day, every day. I have a very large circle of people I interact with because I get something from each one that is very different from the next.

Now let’s all assume we are using each other for the right reasons and not the wrong. Let’s assume we all choose relationships and friendships because they benefit us positively. Think of what kind of place that would create, a very genuine and wholesome environment! Because I’m realistic and my rose colored glasses broke years ago I realize this is not the case. However, in my mind reaching this aforementioned optimum health would involve being content with our decisions, behavior and overall way of life.

As a result of our lifestyles we meet many people along our journey; employers, friends, enemies, family and strangers that remain strangers but show their style of “playing” if only for a moment. We learn from this and we guide ourselves and others with this. Playing shouldn’t be left at our playgrounds, streets we rode our bikes on, courts we competed on or even the puddles we ran through.

Playing should be a part of our everyday. After all your the player and its your game. Not everyone will play fair but if you do you’ll be happy with the end result.

24 for 24

After a few weeks of putting myself out there, getting a few strange looks and a few genuine smiles I finally finished and I’m 24 for 24! Some acts may not be all that big or very impressive. However, I can assure you they were done in all my sincerity.


I love promoting other people! If you’re good at what you do and you’re passionate about it, I want you to be the next big star. I have so much respect for people doing what makes them happy. I met a woman at my previous job, I could always tell she was a free spirit, doing as she so pleased with little regard to what others think. (High Five) I love this lady, one of the coolest chicks I know. That being said I’ve been asking her to do some artwork for me. She is crazy talented and loves creating. I tell her roughly what I’m looking for…she makes it happen and it always turns out better than I could imagine. My most recent request, I chose to pay out a tad bit more than the price tag….not a lot, but a little. I hope she knows how much I enjoy decorating my home with her pieces.


My family is awesome, every single one of them. They all work very hard and one thing I know nothing about is parenthood. From what it was like for my mom to what my sister and aunt go through….I have no clue. But I do know that everyone needs a break. I wanted to give them a break so I sent an unexpected babysitting certificate that expires on the kid’s 18th birthday.


I’m not a big gambler but when I feel the urge I usually play a scratch off ticket or pick a few numbers for the Powerball. While fueling up I always go in and pay for a 5 cent discount…while paying I gave the clerk a couple extra bucks and a note that said “Its Your Lucky Day” for the next person buying gas to take a free gamble.


No one should ever have to go without. For those that need it and utilize it the food pantry is a god send. I donated $24 to the local food pantry.


My brother is a former Marine. I was lucky enough to see his entire armed forces career. The support from family and friends is crucial and without it I can’t imagine how being a world away would feel. I originally thought I’d send an anonymous care package or letter. Thanks to the internet, I found a site where you “adopt” a soldier. Its your job to support them, visit with them and send them and their units care packages and letters. Needless to say I have now adopted a soldier….


My dog is very important to me and he is head over heels (paws) in love with…well, tennis balls. He also likes to do a trick or two for my amusement and him a treat. The local no-kill animal shelter is full of animals and I wondered what they might be in love with. So I guessed based on my experience. I donated a bag of tennis balls, dog treats, an assortment of cat toys, cat treats and since these animals don’t fend for themselves….I also picked up a bouquet of flowers and some bananas for the shelter staff. While there I had the pleasure of playing with the most adorable dog, I never got his/her name but they seemed just as pleased to see me.


For a short time I worked at a clinic. They have a little area to entertain the kids that stop in. Not that anything was lacking but I thought they might want something new. I dropped off a few coloring books and washable markers.


I was about to enjoy lunch at my favorite restaurant in town. I noticed the cutest little lady scooting by with a walker. I knew there was no handicap devices on the doors so I went out after her, held the door and she was extremely grateful. Her response, ” OH my, thank you! You know, I only have four toes on each foot, they make my balance horrible, oh boy do I miss those toes!” She giggled, as did I. She went on her merry way. “Merry” will stick with me. So adorable.


While shopping at Wal-Mart I had to park a fair distance away. It was a hot day and I was thankful there were shopping carts to get my big bag of dog food out to my car. I returned my cart ALL the way back to the store. Passing two cart corrals, the woman near me gave me the strangest look. That’s okay, I hope she was taking notes.


I interact with many people on a daily basis. I have a lunch routine down pat and most of the ladies I see repeatedly. There is one girl who obviously puts a lot of time into her appearance. Always very well put together and has the cutest clothes. I’m horrible at giving and taking compliments, only because I think its awkward. Something I really need to improve on. Well, why not start now? Next time I seen this woman I gave her a very sincere compliment, turns out she was feeling a little “not put together” that day…my guess is that put a little pep in her step.


The past few days have been hard on my community. Many unexpected deaths of people others looked up to, parents of classmates and dear friends to many around me. I truly value all my relationships and I know what loss of a loved one feels like. After a phone call from my dad keeping me updated, it made me sad. I went to work with a heavy heart. So, I sent my mom flowers just because she’s an awesome person, telling her I loved her.


With my new house I have a new found longing for a washer and dryer. I have been without one for oh…roughly 48 days and counting. My family lets me use theirs which I greatly appreciate. Since they are so accommodating I haven’t had to use any of my quarters at the local laundry mat. Until now…I went to a local laundry mat and filled up a few machines with quarters and now they sit, just waiting to be used!


Cancer effects everyone. Almost every person knows or has family who’ve been diagnosed with cancer. In fact, I lost my Grandmother to it a few years ago. A lot of effort is put into raising money for the fight against cancer. Relay for Life is a huge event in our area and most every community in the summer time. Relay for Life will be taking place this weekend so I decided to donate $24 towards the cause in the name of my friends and family members.


My neighbors are absolutely amazing. The couple across the road recently stopped by with a couple cold beverages to tell me they had a place I could keep my horse. If you know me, you know this is FANTASTIC news. I’ve been missing my equine and its just not the same without him around. I showed my appreciation by taking them out to eat and a couple more cold beverages.


I may not find as much time as I would like for reading but I believe the paperback/hardcover world should continue. There is nothing like being able to turn a page. Today I donated a couple books to the local library, a great start to a Friday!


A year ago my dad broke his back in a work related accident. Its been a rough road with many ups and downs. Ups and downs that include losing his previous job and gaining a new one. With so many uncertainties I am extremely grateful for his new job and the employer that gave him the opportunity. He happens to work with a group of great people so I bought them lunch.


I’ve been at my new job for a year now and I have to admit I have some pretty great co-workers. The other day was frustrating as our computers went down for a better half of the day. Feeling helpless and a bit restless I decided we needed something to break up the day. Dairy Queen treats for everyone!


Remember that feeling of being a kid and wanting that certain something while taking a cart ride down an aisle? I often revert back to that behavior myself, only difference is I’m pushing my own cart. As I stopped by the dollar store to pick up a couple items I couldn’t help myself but leave a few dollars at the register for the next kid that just HAD to have that certain something.


While at my local gas station for a much needed cup of coffee. I noticed an older gentleman. By the way he talked an obvious regular. He had his own coffee mug with him, I told the clerk I’d cover his too.


This time of year in lakes country it’s a normal occurrence to see a turtle on the road. I’ll be honest I’m leary of reptiles but when I see the tiny turtles, my heart drops a little bit thinking someone is going to run over them. After leaving a friend’s lake cabin I seen one a mile or so down the road. I stopped turned around and walked out to retrieve the little guy. I literally scared the piss out of him/her. I picked it up and bam it peed everywhere. I’ll take that as a thank you…ha!


I hurt someone who I believe invested a lot of time into me. Someone who was sincere and didn’t deserve how I treated them. Not that it makes it better or that they even forgave me. But instead of continually ignoring it, brushing it off….I apologized.


We all get frustrated, let down, irritated by others and tend to have a bad attitude. In my new found circle of acquaintances there is woman who would literally give you the shirt off her back if you needed it, but will look you straight in the eye and tell you when something just isn’t right. Even after she was having an obvious frustrating evening she still wanted to repay me for helping her night go a little smoother. After the usual back and forth and her not budging from her kind gesture, when I left the parking lot I left a note on her vehicle “Remember, life is awesome and so are you…smile!”


I lost my uncle a few years ago to a farming accident. Time has passed, everyone carrys on with daily life. Matt was a wonderful man who loved his family and farming. I think no matter what it might be our family would benefit from taking time to do something in his name. Coming soon look for a stretch of highway with an adopt a highway sign….”Family of Matt Olson.”


Kindness isn’t an act done only onto others, it should be practiced with oneself as often as possible. I’ve said it before but this time around seems a little different. I’ve decided to take off my party hat, it’s torn and weathered from all the nights on the town. It was slightly starting to slip off anyway as that little piece of string broke months ago! My next 24+ years will be time well spent on people and memories that serve me positively.

I’d say the most obvious thing I’ve learned is an act of kindness shouldn’t be a one time project. I’ve thoroughly enjoyed the spontaneity of the random acts, especially when they catch people off guard. The BirthdayProject was created for that exact reason. Designed to shake people out of their daily routine, to prove there’s still good in this big world and remind them to reach out.

As a personal goal I’m happy to have accomplished all I set out to do, however it won’t be the end. I fully intend on reminding people more often to wake up out of their daily grind and mix it up….have fun, interact and to give/take something from each day you haven’t before.




On The Grow

This year I have traveled far out of my comfort zone. It feels good to expand and experience new avenues. I’ve always pushed myself in my career but never felt the need to push myself in my personal life. I’ve always been content with the same old, same old. My only guess as to why I suffer from a very basic lifestyle is due to my Small Town, USA upbringing.

I’ve always had the ability to appreciate the small things in life. I make it a point to remind people of the positive rather than the negative. My glass is usually half full unless I’m thirsty, then something is missing. Thirsty for new opportunity, experience, interaction, commitments, inspiration and joy. Only then is it that I become slightly withdrawn, using a moment to collect my thoughts, visualize the path and continue on.

It’s been inspiring how much help I’ve received from complete strangers during my house purchase. Scott and Jodi who sold me the house made the opportunity to buy my home possible. They helped in me in more ways than any “seller” should and for that I will be forever grateful. Since I’ve moved in my neighbors have never been shy to offer a helping hand or their wealth of knowledge. They know the dog and I are by ourselves on the lone range and they want to make me feel comfortable. A gesture I greatly appreciate. Terry and Sharon who own The Pickle Factory, where I find part-time employment, have literally taken me under their wing and shown me the way of Vergas/Dent living. Because of them I’ve been able to meet all the locals, interact and introduce myself. Once again, strangers helping me without needing anything in return. Being new to an area isn’t easy but when the community is made up of great people its a joy to take part and make a commitment.

Turning 24 is no milestone by any means but like anyone else I do enjoy a good celebration. This year I was in search of a slightly different celebration. With all the gratitude and respect I have for the previous mention individuals, it got me thinking. Have I done selfless acts? Have I done something without an expectation of getting something back? Sure I could answer yes but it took me a while to recall a specific instance. Given my pitiful answer to such an important question I decided I was going to change my answer. A pay it forward is due and its my turn!

Like clockwork, a woman who I follow on Facebook shared a blog highlighting 45 random acts of kindness. Just the inspiration I needed!

I’d heard about the BirthdayProject in passing from newspapers articles and blogs but never gave it much attention. In a hurry I started reading and reading and reading about all these individuals who chose to celebrate their birthdays with random acts of kindness. I gathered some ideas, made a list, gave myself a few weeks to complete my 24 acts and set off into this slightly uncomfortable venture. Currently I’m on act 7 and have 14 days to complete the other 17. I will report back once all my acts are complete. By then I will have grown another year older and my heart a few sizes bigger….stay tuned, I’m on the grow.