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Live like a dog.

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I am convinced that dogs have the world figure out.  I know am not the first to say this, but I don’t care.  When a dog barks he is not saying anything new.

Dogs can read another dog as easily as we can read directions on a cake box. Those direction are very clear and concise leaving no room for errors.

When dogs meets other dogs and there’s an instant positive vibe, then they are perfectly okay with that new friend(s).  It’s simple.  Dogs just trust their own instincts. If they don’t like what the meet , they bristle and let that dog know to stay the $%^# away.

Think of how many times you’ve gone against your own best judgement or a feeling you had but couldn’t exactly explained.   We humans call that a “gut instinct” or ” intuition” but I really believe it lives as truth in the heart section of your brain. I don’t even know if there is a heart section of the brain, but I choose to believe there is.

I think we need to pay super close attention to whatever we tell ourselves inside our heads and hearts.

I have had some difficult times, we all have, and I have tried to fix problems I didn’t cause.  ( May no good deed go unpunished)

I am here to say forget those problems. Whatever issue it is, if you in absolute truth can not control it, then it isn’t something to waste one once of energy trying to correct or fix. Don’t worry or fret, don’t ponder or gossip, don’t talk and re-talk, just choose live without it.

Shake it off. Wag your tail, take a walk and smell the air. Dig in the dirt. Be happy that you were fed today, smile and carry on.

Woof!

Tip: Always put your keys in the same place.

Inspiration: ” We need to find the courage to say NO to the things and people that are not serving us if we want to rediscover ourselves and live our lives with authenticity.” -Barbara De Angelis

One-day one-thing: Plan a picnic for the next nice free day you have.

It’s a S.H.E.L.L. Fund

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I’ve been a bit single minded, focused only on my self lately. This is nothing I am proud of or ashamed of, it’s just that there’s more to life then my problems. I share them in hopes to help others as well as myself , but depending on a person’s frame of mind (that day), my issues may seem irrelevant. I can’t help that and I can’t care.

But I do care about many other things in the world besides myself and my struggles. And today I am going to share a cause that is very close to my heart.

You probably know I have Siberian Huskies, and if you didn’t know, here’s their web site: Batman and Ice. My dogs are family dogs, they were purchased from a breeder and never suffered one day of their lives; pampered and loved, spoiled almost rotten. They are minimalist Gods.

Ice and Batman

It wasn’t until I met Kristen that I learned about all the abused, neglected and abandoned Siberian Huskies out there in our towns facing certain death. Kristen is an awesome lady and a true-blue advocate for the under-dog, for those dogs left to die, those who are abandoned and for those who have suffered beyond any of our worst nightmares.

When Kristen was a full time nurse, she began to rescue, rehab, and place Siberian Huskies with loving families. She found that working with the dogs was where her heart was, it was her passion. At that point she made a life changing choice. She gave up the security of a regular paycheck and all the other benefits of full-time employment. I’m not certain if she had any support for her decision. It was a bold move with a completely unknown future – that decision took a lot of courage.

(more people should follow their hearts)

Fast forward a several years, Kristen founded the non-profit Siberian Husky Emergency Life Line fund (a non-profit 501c3 tax-exempt organization) and in addition Kristen now owns and operates a boarding kennel she was able to purchase last year.

Please take a moment to look though her site, and learn about the many dogs up for adoption and those who are still in rehab. Many of my dogs’ friends were adopted directly from the Shell Fund Rescue. They’re all absolutely awesome and beautiful creatures who have adjusted wonderfully and are now living in loving homes.

Jagger, Niko and Lucas

Kristen’s expertise and continued dedication for the health and welfare, and placement of these abused Siberian Huskies is incredible and unwavering. If I been more educated before buying my dogs I would have certainly look to the Shell Fund first.

Here’s my plea:

Since this is the holiday season, please consider donating even 5.00 dollars to help feed and care for these homeless Siberian Huskies. Your donation is a tax write off and it would mean the world to me if any of my readers could show some love to this worthy cause. I know times are tough for everyone, and unfortunately in poor economic times donation are low.

Please help if you are able, really any amount is better than nothing. Maybe you could skip your latte today and help save a life at the same time. I would love that! Your small donation will help nurture these beautiful creatures until they are ready to be placed in loving homes.

Nothing would make me happier. Cheers!

“The greatness of a Nation and its moral progress can be judged by the way its animals are treated” -Mahatma Gandhi

I know Kristen will be surprised when she reads this, I didn’t ask permission. So Surprise Kristen!!!!! :) I hope this helps!



I Shredded like a Mouse.

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Well the bird food was all eaten, and there were mice droppings everywhere. I am referring to the garage. So gross.

I am a painter who doesn’t paint at the moment. But I have an abundance of art and painting supplies stored all over the place. I have been waking earlier, that has been good, and getting enough sleep, but I still find my self running like a mad woman. So today I took on the garage in a couple areas, canvases and large framed photos, and one heavy box of documents.

I decided after seeing the sunflower seed shells and mice droppings that I best get anything that wasn’t completely sealed out of that nasty garage.

Notice the top right corner of the file box has been chewed. I didn’t do that. Look at all these ridiculous papers, I don’t even know the years, maybe 2006, 2007,08 ? This box was packed full with hanging file holders containing labeled manila folders which were holding these worthless statements and paid bills, for years. It weighed a ton.

I decided to move all these various boxes, holding the papers, canvases, and framed photos to my office, where I could sort in peace. Plus I am attempting to get all my art supplies in one area, the corner of my work office.

I had to use a hand cart, dolly whatever they are called. Four trips from the car to the elevator to the office. I worked on the box filled with papers first. Out of the entire box I kept only one paid medical bill.  One piece of paper.  That’s it.

My shredder started acting up, but I got it going again. It made a huge mess in the meantime. I feel bad for making such a mess and leaving it, but we don’t have a vacuum at the office.  It will have to wait for the cleaning crew. It’s  good thing they are really laid back, every day is good to them.  “Better than Russia,” they say.

All is good, I am working away so next I tackle the canvases, and large framed photos. They were in boxes that I needed for something else, so I was emptying them. I got to the third one and I SCREAMED. I’m embarrassed to say this but when I see mice I scream. It’s an immediate and involuntary reaction. Especially when they are jumping around frantically. I was lucky I could shut the box in time. I held it closed with one hand and searched  for tape the other.

Good thing there was only one mouse.

I had to get this mouse out of my office, out of the building and out of this box.

I felt much better once I taped the box shut.  I relaxed a bit and I began to feel sorry for the little creature.  I decided to chauffeur the mouse back his home in the garage, at least if he had family or friends he could stay with them. The city high-rise seemed like certain death for the little guy. ( look at his scared worried little eyes…awe )

I gave him his bedding too. That's all from what he chew off my other things in the garage.

So that was my day, more or less.

My take away – if you have anything stored outside or in areas where there could be mice, there will be mice, and all your “stuff” is on it way to quickly becoming garbage. I found a pair of shoes that the mice ate.  Shoes! Who eats shoes? Those mice were likely making their condo out of shoes parts.

Another thing I will suggest since the New Year is coming; buy a cheap accordion file labeled by month or alpha however you like to file bills and such.  Mark it 2012, boldly. Only put items in this accordion that are records you can throw away next New Year’s Eve.  Do not mix important papers, cards, photo or notes with worthless statements and bills.  Repeat that to yourself [really for me] – Don’t mix important things with worthless statements and bills.  Prepare to destroy this self-contained file in a celebratory fire or toss it at the dump. You can seal it closed with duct tape if you worry about identity theft.  Personally, I pity any soul who ever steals my identity, that would be a real bummer for them.

I’m feeling more optomistic and much more focused on moving in the direction of my dreams.  I guess that’s what people mean when they say the most important habit to have is to be pro-active.

If I can get back on track so can you. No excuses. Remember you only have to do one-thing each day! Cheers!

Tip: If you have to store items, invest in heavy duty Rubbermaid containers. If your stuff isn’t Rubbermaid “worthy,” do not save. :)

Inspiration: ” First say to yourself what you would be; and then do what you have to do.” ~ Epictetus

One-thing one-day: Plan your dream; doodle it, make notes about it, cut out articles that support it and keep it all together in a place you can look at it every so often, make a ” My Dream Project “

Richard says what I think, only he says it coherently.

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Richard Heinberg- whose latest book describes The End of Growth– isn’t looking for when the recession will end and we’ll get back to “normal”. He believes our decades-long era of growth was based on aberrant set of conditions- namely cheap oil, but also cheap minerals, cheap food, etc- and that looking ahead, we need to prepare for a “new normal”.

(Above text copied from under You-Tube video)

My Dogs are Minimalist Gods

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When I need some inspiration on my road to minimalism, I look to my dogs.   If you have dogs you’ll know what I mean.  They are everything.  All inclusive beings, without owning anything.  They don’t own any material things willingly.  They may have one favorite toy or bone, but those didn’t come with a title or proof of ownership.   Maybe one thing.  Everything else they have we humans  have pushed onto them.   You know like the collars, tags, leashes, sweaters, Halloween costumes, you get my drift.

( who says “drift” without the word snow next to it ?)

Batman pretending to read the paper & Ice

Dogs are super Gods.  Not only because they are minimalist but also because they have  mastered their general day to day existence in life.   Everyday they wake up and it’s the best f*cking day of their lives.  They are ecstatic to see you are still with them and eager to eat their gruel-in-a-bowl.  They play, they run and when they tire they slip in to a deep slumber.

When they wake up or when you come home, it’s like the very best f*cking day in their lives, again.  You are back, and they are eternally grateful.  Their tails give them away,wag wag wag wag.  So dogs actual get two days out of one without much effort, and they are happy about it.  I don’t think there is a day they don’t love.  Every day is great!  Wow, they are super beings!

Beyond the basics;  air, water,  food and shelter,  the only true possession a dog  need is love.

What’s not to learn from that?

Tip: Wag more Bark less

Inspiration: “Pursue some path, however narrow and crooked, in which you can walk with love and reverence.”- Henry David Thoreau

One day one thing:  Sorting my pets’ bins (cats and dogs) and donating to local animal rescue.