This post is brought to you upon inspiration from my new old ugly horse trailer. Yes, I’m serious.
My husband came home with my new trailer about a week ago. He has always known I’d like to have a three Horse with a small tack area, and a nose cone I could put an air mattress in and sleep. And here it is! I have to laugh because he kept telling me how old and ugly it was before he brought it home. He said he wanted to prepare me for what I was actually getting and not some built up image in my mind.
Which brings me to my point. The value of something is individual to ones perception. For example my husband thought I may be a little disappointed with my new trailer. When in fact, I am so completely happy. It is exactly what I hoped for. Sure it needs a door latch instead of the bungee cord that is in place now, and the back doors need put back on, and two boards need replaced. BUT I HAVE A HORSE TRAILER I ALWAYS WANTED!!!!!
I had a friend once tell me that I’m “always just so dang thankful!” And I’m happy that I have this outlook, because as Cliche as it may seem, I am thankful….for everything in my life. So don’t let someone make you feel bad for seeing the value of something in your own life that may not shine to others.
A mutt dog isn’t worth less than a pedigree pooch.
A state university education isn’t any more valuable than a hard knocks university education.
A suit and tie doesn’t mean more power than jeans and boots.
And an old paint peeled three Horse with a bungee cord door latch isn’t any worse than a brand new aluminum.
You yourself can only determine the value of something …..
Greta Belinda, our recently rescued Hampshire sow is settling In nicely. She is out of quarantine, and enjoying her own pen.
I took the above picture of her moments after she was allowed in her new enclosure. I can’t help but feel like she is smiling. She would stick her nose high in the air, smelling and then chugging a bit. She even has my husband giving her scratches when it’s feed time.
So it’s now 2018. In years past I would have already been a few days into my New Years Resolution….Usually having to do with losing weight or organizing my life better. And let’s be real for a moment, I have failed at them year and year again. SO, knowing i will never achieve those, I have come upon something that I can stick with!
I have chosen a word to inspire me in 2018! A single word can be so powerful. This year I have chosen “Truth”. This word just speaks to me. It reminds me to be truthful with others , but also with myself on a variety of fronts such as parenting, and financial ability. Being truthful doesn’t just mean telling your best friend her dress is absolutely hideous when she is asking your opinion; it means really considering things for what they are.
So this is me in the New Year, ditching the Resolution and living a single word.
What’s your 2018 word?!
So the HK Bar had a major hail storm hit about 1 pm today. Golf ball size hail, high winds, and a torrential downpour.
I posted a video I took during the very beginning of it all. The hail was only about quarter sized at this point but coming down fast.
My brand new Yukon, my Dodge, and my husbands Dodge truck are all battered…..
The siding on our house has holes all over in it……
The three photos above are pictures taken four hours after the hail…still piles of it everywhere…
I immediately phoned all of our insurance companies on the house and vehicles. I asked husband to call in our crops damage (alfalfa total worth about 10k)…..for him to look stricken and tell me he had not yet insured for the year. *sigh*
Such the life of a rancher.. BUT here on the HK we try to keep our eyes on the 🌈 rainbow…. so we are praying God provides us deductible 💰 money…. And saying thank you that all our livestock is accounted for, safe and sound.
Please keep us in your thoughts and prayers. Pray for strength, pray for recovery, pray for patience and goodwill.
You know that soul igniting moment when food from your favorite coffee shop graces your senses? You can see it captured in the photo above of Owl and Bunny I took this morning. We love Mug Shot Coffee! We only go about once every few weeks do to a strict budget, but it’s pure rapture when we do get to go.
Mug Shot offers tons of different coffees, teas, juices, home made muffins and the yummy list goes on and on. Unfortunately I didn’t get a pic of the blueberry muffins we always get. They were just to good to hold off on eating.
So if you are ever in the North Eastern part of Kansas check out this hole in the wall. You won’t be sorry!
Today it’s cold(ish) and rainy. I have a severe head cold that is trying to kill me. I wheeze like I smoke two packs a day. (Never have, never will). Boo had a field trip to the Punkin’ Patch today. Does it make me a terrible mom if im so glad I didn’t sign up to chaperone? Mud and screaming children. Rain. Did I mention all that mud? Yeah, sorry not sorry.
So the little people did chores and then came inside. They wanted to paint. I wanted to blog. So that’s what we have been doing! It has been the perfect activity this morning. Windows open and paint supplies out. 😊
Even Eli is lazy today. He hasn’t been doing his wind sprints like usual this morning. He looks like I feel lethargic and fat.
In other news my little Blitz Manny has graduated to porch duty. No kennel for this guy. He can finally be trusted not to eat the feather babies (chickens), chase cars (ok maybe the occasional ATV), or harass the cows and horses. I’m so proud of this guy . I’ve invited him in but he prefers to avoid Eli’s glare. So Blitz Manny is happy to be found on his bed on the front porch, usually curled up with his favorite flat, abused, blue basketball. .
So this is me checking in from the HK Bar. Peace and have a wonderful day!
It’s more bad news from the HK Bar. Our Bo was killed in a freak accident yesterday. With a heavy heart we laid her to rest beside Tucker under the hundred year old Oak. A beautiful soul was called home to the Rainbow Bridge. Cheers to the happiest dog I have ever known. May you fly high, and know your HK Bar girls loved you. Cheers to the rescue dog that actually rescued my family.