Paying it forward.

  Running late (as usual) I found myself standing in front of a vending machine glaring at the recent price change for my routine caffeine addiction via can...damn!
 Glancing back and forth at the two dollar bills in my hand and back at the$2.25 price sticker multiple times didn't help.
 In desperation I ask the closest person for a quarter. A woman, someone I had seen around but never have said more than a 'good morning' to. She says she does gives me a giant grin and pulls out her coin purse. I tell her I will pay her back sometime, as well as thank you thank you thank you!! Happy to have my routine back on track.
 I was feeding the money in the machine in as she said it.
"No no that's not necessary... Next time you get asked, how about you pay it forward? I did." Then just walked away.

I was not expecting that, not really sure what I thought she would say, but her response surprised me enough to make me stop, and think. I don't think it was because it was coming out of her mouth, just that it was being said, and heard, out of the context of a movie, or a training... A random person a normal day a thought provoking interaction.



Paying it forward can be done in more than one way, and sometimes from the least expected places. She made me think, that alone was giving.

Ever happen to you? Did you follow through?
  I could be crazy, and over thinking the whole thing...

I'll keep a quarter in my pocket from here on out. Just in case.

 

Wisdom teeth suck.

I just tossed my cookies because of my stupid antibiotic. I'm still in pain and afraid to eat,lay on my side,take any medicine...breathe. The pain of having the damn things was less than this. UGH.

Nugget

Dozer

  About a month ago we adopted this tiny four legged bundle of joy. I was in dire need of a companion of the canine kind, when the opportunity presented itself.

  Love and I drew up out pros and cons of adding a member to the family, the decision was sure in my mind knowing the responsibility and work my choice would bring. Love was hesitant but he knew how happy it would make me so eventually he agreed.

 The night before we would pick up puppy we discussed the sudden feeling of nervousness and 'what are we thinking!?!' . Work seemed to drag on, my boss knowing the excitement my after work plans let me off a little early. As soon as I saw him the last feeling I had was regret. He was shy, cuddled up in my coat, sleeping until I reached the top of my driveway. I was impressed with how well little man listened with my puppy prepping instructions, he was quiet and in awe when I walked through the door. We could tell I had just brought home his new best friend.

  The day of his arrival puppy slept... and slept... names were running through out head ( we imagined seeing him and knowing instantly what to call him) I checked my list of pet names but none of them seemed to fit. Still sleeping... sleepy? No... Dozer... I rambled it off... Loved liked it! So it stuck. Little man had trouble with it at first wanting to call him names of his friends at school.

Little Dozer is now about 9 weeks old. He still sleeps for hours at a time, but has more bursts of energy. How grateful I am to have decided on the taking in our little boy.

So tell me... any puppy training tips? Knowledge of his breed (Dachshund)? I would love to hear it!

So it begins...

I recently celebrated my 24th birthday and being the wonderful boyfriend he is, Love got me a new laptop! As I unpack the new HP in all its golden glory my mind filled with the limitless editing, blogging, Internet interaction I was soon to be enjoying. I looked over at the man who has rekindled my school girl giddiness and warn him of the repercussions this piece of technology would be sure to have. He seems to understand that I will be 'geeking out' for the next few days... weeks... whatever this turns into.

I hope to awaken my creative side that I have seemed to neglect for the past few years. I have a love/hate relationship with writing and a devotion to any camera I touch. I love to create art, clothing, etc. and think my displeasure in clutter keeps me away from my passion of jewelery making. So in attempt to keep my sanity through creation I joined Blogger. I have a Tumblr and love it! It feels like that is just for reblogging though, I have so much to say, and don't feel like Tumblr is the place for it.

New things are new! Ha and I am very excited to see what this blog, this outlet will bring to me. I would love input but please no negativity this is for me and those who enjoy the things I do. I would love to get to know anyone who is getting to know me on here.