The Constitution only guarantees the American people the right to pursue happiness. You have to catch it yourself.
~Benjamin Franklin

It’s Wordless Wednesday again!
Me n’ my boys:

The Constitution only guarantees the American people the right to pursue happiness. You have to catch it yourself.
~Benjamin Franklin

It’s Wordless Wednesday again!
Me n’ my boys:

Volunteers don’t get paid, not because they’re worthless, but because they’re priceless.
~Sherry Anderson
It’s time for the Thursday Thirteen again. If you have a Thursday Thirteen of your own, leave your website in the comments section and I’ll try my darndest to visit it ![]()

It’s Wordless Wednesday again!
Now 30 lbs and 11 1/2 weeks old (13 1/2 pound gain in 3 1/2 weeks!)

Each of us is something of a schizophrenic personality, tragically divided against ourselves.
~Martin Luther King, Jr., Strength to Love, 1963
I was tagged for this a bit ago by Dance of Motherhood, but am just getting around to it.
TAGGING RULES:
1. Mention the person who tagged you and create a link back to them.
2. Copy-paste the traits for all the twelve months (see below).
3. Pick your month of birth.
4. Highlight the traits that apply to you.
5. Tag 12 people and let them know by visiting their blogs and leaving them a comment.
6. Let the person who tagged you know when yours is up!
I’m a Gemini, so it’s always said that I’m a good communicator (which is a good thing since that is what I do for a living!).
JUNE: Thinks far with vision. Easily influenced by kindness. Polite and soft-spoken. Having ideas. Sensitive. Active mind. Hesitating, tends to delay. Choosy and always wants the best. Temperamental. Funny and humorous. Loves to joke. Good debating skills. Talkative. Daydreamer. Friendly. Knows how to make friends. Able to show character. Easily hurt. Prone to getting colds. Loves to dress up. Easily bored. Fussy. Seldom shows emotions. Takes time to recover when hurt. Brand conscious. Executive. Stubborn.
Hmm. I think a lot of it is true… in fact, I have a cold right now! But I’m not brand conscious, unless you are talking about my company’s brand standard.
I don’t have a lot of people to tag, it’ll be what it’ll be.
I tag:

Enjoy the little things, for one day you may look back and realize they were the big things.
~Robert Brault
Your Power Color Is Teal |
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You feel accomplished and optimistic about the future. At Your Lowest: You feel in a slump and lack creativity. In Love: You tend to be many people’s ideal partner. How You’re Attractive: You make people feel confident and accepted. Your Eternal Question: “What Impression Am I Giving?” |

If you wouldn’t write it and sign it, don’t say it.
~Earl Wilson
It’s time for the Thursday Thirteen again. If you have a Thursday Thirteen of your own, leave your website in the comments section and I’ll try my darndest to visit it ![]()

It’s Wordless Wednesday again!
I need at least one of these in my yard:

There aren’t enough days in the weekend.
~Rod Schmidt
Yeah, my quote above just about says it. I’ve always wondered why in the world we work 2 1/2 times as many days as what we get to just enjoy life. *sigh* Sometimes I just want to be a kid again and at least be able to look forward to a summer off.
So B and I went to one of his friend’s apartments for a cookout and to do some mudding with the Jeep. Yeah,
mudding. We didn’t end up going mudding in the Jeep, however we did go in a couple of quads (4-wheelers) that the friend and his friends had. The apartment complex where they live has a lot of undeveloped land around it and they have been given the okay by management to use it for their quads.
Now, I grew up in the northern part of the lower peninsula of Michigan so I’ve been around quads before. Heck, I grew up riding three-wheelers… started driving them by myself when I was 7. We had Hondas and in fact, my brother’s first word was “Honnnnnnnnnda!” In the winter, I’d take the three wheeler out, attach a long rope to the back of it and attach our saucer or sled to the rope. Then I’d pull my brother around the yard and try to get it going so fast he’d fly off. Good times!
I’ve been on quads before but had never actually driven one, but I wasn’t worried because they are more stable than three-wheelers. B, for some reason, didn’t think I’d want to get dirty (there were several mud pits that we could drive in). Pheesh. Apparently he doesn’t know me and hasn’t seen me get my “country” on and go back to my roots. He sometimes forgets where I came from and thinks that I’m a city girl.
The last ride around, I took the lead at the end and went through a mud puddle. I got drenched and was covered in mud from head to toe (minus the area where my goggles were). My hair was even soaked with the mud in places. Granted, I didn’t think the muddy water would splash up into my face/chest and thought it would just get my legs, but I didn’t care. B was shocked. HA! I showed him.
That was Saturday, so we decided to get some work done on Sunday. With another lovely day in the lower 60s, it was perfect weather to get some yardwork done. My neighbors on one side like to keep prickly things like roses and other thorny bushes along the fenceline. That’s great… as long as it is on their side. They never trim them back, so at least twice a year, I have to go out and trim all the bushes that are on my side… which makes the thorns eye-level for my dogs.
B started the trimming of the thorny things and I used the power cutter to trim the tree branches along my driveway and the bushes in front of the house. Then I went to the backyard to help B trim the thorny things.
We were nearly finished when I started on one of the last thorny bushes. It didn’t have thorns all over, just spikey things at the end of the branch. I stepped in it to try to break it off. Thinking it was broken off, I lifted my foot. That’s when it happened. The vampire branch whipped back to life tagging me in my left outer thigh and my right inner calf.
I just said ouch, because while it hurt, it wasn’t an unbearable pain. I looked down to see if there was a thorn sticking out of my jeans when all of a sudden blood just started appearing through them. Kind of like you see on TV when someone gets shot. Once it soaked through in a tiny dot, that dot quickly spread to about half the size of a fist. B and I were just staring at it in shock when he finally said, “Uh, you might want to go inside to the bathroom and take care of that.”
I agreed and as I was walking across the yard, I could feel the blood running down my leg into my socks. Once I stripped the soaked jeans off, and started cleaning up my leg to find out how bad the cut was, I found the source: a simple, tiny prick no bigger than the head of a small pin. The prick on my calf wasn’t bleeding much but it hurt much more for some reason. I grabbed some gauze and started trying to stem the flow of the blood on my thigh when I heard B come in and say, “Do we need to take you to the hospital?”
I looked at the small cut on my thigh and just laughed and said, “Uh, no, definitely not.” He came in to see how I was doing and we were both amazed that that much blood came from such a tiny wound.
Then I started feeling a bit dizzy (no, blood doesn’t bother me) so I sat on the floor of the bathroom and B brought me some water. A rash was starting to appear around the prick on my calf and I was having a hard time getting the strength to even hold the glass. So B grabbed me some Benedryl because we were pretty sure I was having an allergic reaction to whatever the bush was.
The fingers on one of my hands swelled a bit and I was a bit dizzy, but once the Benedryl started working, the rash didn’t progress any. I think I ended up taking a three hour nap!
I’m still a bit shaky today, though feeling much better. I have a nice bruise around the prick on my outer thigh and a slight rash still around the one in my calf.
All in all, it was a nice weekend, though!

Even if you’re on the right track, you’ll get run over if you just sit there.
~Will Rogers

I received this award from Ivanhoe this week. Awww… it’s my first blogger-to-blogger award. Thanks!
The rules for the *you make my day award* are to re-present it to 10 people whose blogs bring you happiness and inspiration and make you feel happy about blog land. Let them know through email or by posting a comment on their blog so they can pass it on. Beware you may get the award several times yourself, and if you do, consider yourself really, really loved.
Here are ten people that really made my day lately. Either by their wonderful post or a great comment: