If someone was to pick my brain, a lot of the stuff they would find would be here in my blog. I like summer time, horses, and being in open space. This is where I come to think, to sort my thoughts out, and to daydream.

 

You will never be happy if you continue to hold onto things that make you sad

A dog has no use for fancy cars or big homes or designer clothes. Status symbol means nothing to him. A waterlogged stick will do just fine. A dog judges others not by their color or creed or class but by who they are inside. A dog doesn’t care if you are rich or poor, educated or illiterate, clever or dull. Give him your heart and he will give you his. It was really quite simple, and yet we humans, so much wiser and more sophisticated, have always had trouble figuring out what really counts and what does not. As I wrote that farewell column to Marley, I realized it was all right there in front of us, if only we opened our eyes. Sometimes it took a dog with bad breath, worse manners, and pure intentions to help us see.

Marley & Me (via -potteraddict-)

The prettiest of days can turn to shit

The prettiest of days can turn to shit

I wanted one more picture of my garden. Soon it will die.

I wanted one more picture of my garden. Soon it will die.

My car is dying on me. It’s a slow, painful death. I’m at the point where I’m not sure I should put any more money into major repairs since the clutch is so worn. I save all the money I can to buy a house - and now knowing I will have to use a chunk of this money (and probably take on a loan) for another car is killing me. I’m not sure what I should do.

I have so many little things to take care of - doctor and dentist appointments, altering a bridesmaid dress, buying shoes for that dress, paying doctor’s bills, getting Niko to the vet for his vaccines, trying to eat decent food, trying to figure out what’s going to happen with a personal relationship, and now car shopping for something I can’t afford - I’m officially admitting that I’m overwhelmed again.