Walking @ MindSay 
friends
1.) Get over it and walk for 90 minutes a day OR
2.) Figure out another way to burn 437 calories without going to a gym or buying expensive equipment
I don't mind walking, but I get bored just walking in a circle around the neighborhood. I don't have my license so I can't drive myself to the park. I know my dad won't drive me to the park every day. I think it's too far to ride my bike or walk to the park.
So anyway, yeah... that's why I'm a bit depressed today. I'm just worried that I won't be able to burn the recommended number of calories per day.
Sing along with me:
Even tho I am a complete and utter clutz, I will still make a good MINDSAY PET!
Doh.. Took pups for a walk, think I gave myself freaking whiplash when I tripped over a root and kerplunk, down I went! OW! My right knee and shin are a mess... gimped all the way back to the picnic table where I sat and let the pups use up some energy with free time..they knew mama hurt herself... Even my right shoulder blade is firing up. Great.. I have 3 clients w/ a possible 4rth... maybe I can get there early and get some ice and some tens unit on me and have him look at my neck.
Dopey me. 
I WALKED IN THE WOODS!
Not on a path either mind you.
WOOD, logs, trees, limbs, roots, holes. Now, this may not seem like a big deal to most of y'all...but to me.. its HUGE.
I did have to dig out my old cane so I would have support as my left foot still tends to tip out to the side as I walk and being on very uneven ground it was challenging. I am not going to lie..I was nervous. Even thought about just telling my husband.. nope.. I don't think so.. .But I pressed through. Got a stomach ache. So we ended up leaving later.
My husband is so patient. I know he was waiting on hearing me say I wasn't feeling well. It really just made me that nervous. First of all the hunting area is not around the corner...its about 40 miles away. Then I didn't want to begin the walk and not be able to make it to his destination......etc..etc.. etc.
So, I put on my camoflage pants and doo-rag. A girl has got to look the part. :) Hubby failed to tell me that it really was QUITE a hike back there AND that it wasn't a CLEAR CLEAN PATH. hum. Methinks he is smarter than he looks.
I really did well. By the end of it, I was VERY glad to see the truck. My leg was a little quivery and my hand was tired from clutching the stupid cane...but I never fell once! I really felt GREAT about doing something that I didn't think I would ever be able to do again. And I enjoyed going out with my husband. I made a few videos to send share with his nephew who enjoys hunting in NY and cannot fathom that here in GA Mark can get like 10 or more deer in one season on one tag.
Also, recorded him adding minerals to the ground and how he did it, so I will make a ehow article probably in the next few days using that video... I still prefer pavement or a more well defined path though...lmao! And I didn't get to see a deer either :( I think my husband enjoyed showing me where he will be spending the majority of his time during hunting season.
I am going to enroll the puppies in a training class I do believe. Might as well do it on Saturdays if I can. I need to find someone to help me, be the other 'handler' for one of the pups, or I am going to have to take the class twice, one with each of the puppies seperately. That will be more time consuming for sure...but they are 14 weeks old, and I want them to be healthy and happy. And I want to keep my sanity :)
WEll, enjoy the photos and vids kids! The last pic in gallery is of my tired tootsies.. I think we walked about 3 miles!
Love and Laughter,
Dawn
My blair witch....I don't have pro, so I couldnt turn it to black and white. Maybe another time :) I am such an idiot! LOL!
now isnt this neat?
I could buy a console, but they're super expensive and tend to become obsolete quickly when a different, updated console is released. I'd love to own a nintendo again... those things are so awesome. Or maybe go and buy a PS1. Those were the good old days.
It's becoming hotter here. The temperature is going to reach around 96 F (35 C) today. It's getting harder to walk because it's so hot. Maybe I'll get a gym membership. I think there's a gym across the street from my neighborhood... I could just walk right across the road. I just prefer to be outside rather than inside, but I figure... if I'll be cooler inside a gym, then I'll be able to walk more. I just like being by myself to think and enjoy nature rather than be inside with a bunch of sweaty, smelly people. Oh well.
My work, my life, my dream, is about helping people. About taking something that's not so great, and healing it. Sometimes all I can do is listen to someone hurting, but contrary to the implied definition, even that's not a passive experience. Unless I'm having a selfish day, I'm always looking for something to give, something to do, some way to help.
Until the moment when I break out of the trees, and my words are stolen by a painted sky, over a forest so dark it's been reduced to two dimensions. The lake carries deep secrets of beauty under a glassy surface, a surface that permits no entry because disturbing it would be beyond criminal. There's a line of amber in the middle of the shadows, revealing that part of that flat black treeline is an island. Beauty and darkness blending into something beyond the definitions of each.
The morning I go out for a walk in the mist on the shore. The waves are crashing, running in and out as though searching for something in the gravel. The brightly wet rocks slide from under my weight, and the sky is impassively gray, too great to be aware of the tiny crustaceans that skitter and slide higher up the shore, demanding safety. The whole world seems to be waiting for something, and maybe it's just for me to leave, so that it can celebrate in its riotous joy. A promise of a terrific storm later. Can a storm have emotion? It seems to promise beauty and emotion, but in such a way to defy both terms.
The hushed open-air cathedral of the trees, with the long grass that invites all and tells nothing. High enough on the hills that the wind is your companion, and only a hawk soars over you. Dusty leaves enjoy their new settings, and the smell of the woods dances tantalizingly past your eyes. Lying down in that long soft grass, the earth accepting your weight, gazing up at the tall pale trees. There's a song here from before we knew notation, and so we'll never be able to take down the notes. Elusive and welcoming. Beautiful.
Only fifteen feet from the surface, and it's a totally different world. The floor is carved by a different master, the ceiling is in constant motion. A valley so deep that darkness seems to bleed out of it, reaching to pull you in and hide you forever, whispering the secrets that will make you forget the sun. Startled life that darts away from your form into better hiding. Sound you can't remember when you break the surface again. Beautiful. Beautiful.
There's nothing I can do, no words I can say. This was a place where I'm not going to be serving, where I'm not going to be helping or making anything better. The only thing I can possibly do here is view, drink, perceive. I'll be something of a holding receptacle for this moment.
That's all I can do - sit, listen with my eyes. Why? I won't have the words to tell anyone else about it later. I can't capture the sound, the taste of the air and convert it. I'm not a painter or a sculptor, to be able to convey this. Even the act of taking a picture would seem to interrupt something, to turn the focus back on the little person down here.
I'm not sure I know why. Maybe it's something I need to see to be all right. Maybe it's just because to see this and walk away without taking it in would be completely wrong. Maybe I'll be able to come back here and bring someone else with me. Maybe it's something that will teach me to love better, somehow. I don't know. I just know that this is beautiful, and I need to take it in.
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