My life as a dog

Ever seen that movie.. one of the first foreign films I remember actually going to a theater to see...I remember it now.. it was an endearing film... about a boy and how much he loved his mother.. she was ill and yeah in the movie if my memory is correct, she dies...but poor Ingemar is sent to live with relatives,he also had a dog but it was left behind. During the movie he reflects on how much worse things could be.. like the poor Russian dog that was sent into outer space with no way to return, or the man who was running through a field where they were practicing javelin tossing and was struck..

He ends up being friends with a girl, she's a tomboy and they actually learn to box against each other... she one day gets upset with him and tells Ingemar that his dog was actually euthanized. This, along with his mother's death, is too much for him and he locks himself inside a one-room "summer house" in the backyard. The time spent here forces Ingemar to reflect on the death of his mother, the loss of his dog and a changing world. Ingemar uses the experiences of others and of his own personal loss to reconcile a life which is sometimes tough.

I can't and won't sit here and complain and throw a pity party.. that's not what this blog is about.. what was so endearing was no matter how hard, or tough.. things got for poor Ingemar... he just wanted to see his mum smile, to make her laugh...and to find his happiness.. his peace..

I like movies that aren't your typical "Hollywood" ending.. because life is not like that.. it can be hard.. it can be downright hectic.. but what you must do is realize the lessons that you are learning along the way... for me.. sometimes I don't see them right away.. sometimes they are not shown to me until much much later, sometimes years..

We all have our own things in life that we either battle, struggle or submit to..some of us grow tired... some never give up... and some of us soar..

on the wings of an eagle.. no doubt.. no hesitation.. no worry...

your view?

LOVE


I wonder about "love"... and how other peeps view it..

is it a feeling? a desire? a want?

or is something you do?

how do you describe love..


For me its more of an action, that shows that person how you feel. It can be in the quietness of an evening.. watching a movie, and a hand gently caresses your shoulder..or a whisper in the ear saying love you...or its catching that person watching you instead of the movie.. It can be a random text message.. or an email..it can be a note, with a simple I heart U... there are many ways to show love.. I guess now the question is.. are you secure enough to put your heart out there. To show that special someone that vulnerability, for some they are unwilling to go that far. How sad that is.. to shelter your heart in such a way that you might not be able to experience the absolute excitement and thrill of being loved so completely.. yes there is a chance you will be heart broken, or hurt.. but you must know that with love it does not seek to hurt, love seeks love..and if you're lucky to find that person that you can share with, feel comfortable with and open up to.. then I say.. don't test the waters,do the cannon ball into the pool!

So here's to getting wet!!!

Changes... lots of changes in the air... I use to embrace the thought of something different..something new.. exciting.. now.. the changes that are in my air.. yes they are all that.. but it is work too. I am finding it difficult to stay focused on the tasks at hand.. I guess because I have a few balls in the air.. and I am not good at juggling.. first and the biggest, is my job..moving an office to a virtual office setting is a pretty daunting task.. with organizing phones, servers, equipment, storage of items, sell items.. oh.. the list goes on.. and then my own personal move..

the glorious task of going thru every item one owns, and asking.. is this worth taking with me?? not just the value comes to mind.. but what does it mean to me..how do you put value on something that's got that feeling attached to it.. and how do you let go of it.. when clearly it stirs those emotions. I guess the hard part too is.. who the item came from.. when you have kids, its hard to let go of anything they made for you.

I still remember the faces, the eyes, the smiles, how excited they were that they made that something special, and ya.. I still treasure it.. so..those items.. will be packed carefully away...
All while I am still working full time hours.. and trying to get all the year end stuff done.. I feel like I have way more on my plate than one can actually handle.
I need to either slow down, or delegate... and the latter works for me.. haha..

Now to find a willing person that doesn't mind the job..

Moving..

Looking up trailer rentals for moving one way.. not an easy task online.. have to laugh I have a type 2 trailer hitch so I know my truck can carry like 5800 lbs and yet Uhaul still manages to tell me that they will not rent any trailers out to my kind of vehicle.. not sure if it's because my suv is a exploder.. or what.. so I messed about with that info, and at least found out what the trailer rental would cost.. the smaller enclosed one 4 x 8 will be about 350.00 the larger 6 x 12 will be about 800.00.
So the hard part is.. what will I have to actually carry and how small can I get away with. I know I am taking my dirtbike, and maybe even my dining room hutch (its an antique that I really like) I have alot of boxes- this I know..
just the few Christmas boxes I packed.. 8..I know.. what can I say.. I love Christmas, and there will be more...haha

Then I look around and think okay you have photo albums, computer, monitor, books, clothes, lots of those..figured I would grab the camping stuff so I can at least have pots and pans and some utensils. I don't want to have to buy any of that at least not right off.. the less I have to spend to get myself situated would be best. So yeah..I very well might need that 6 x 12 trailer. I guess we'll see how I go with the rest of the packing. I know there are things that I have to take, like the beautiful glasses my oma had, and the picture my opa painted, and the things my mum and dad have bought for me as gifts..ya.. call me sentimental.. its all good..
I am so use to it.