About 7 years ago Molly the boxer came into our home. She was a friend's dog who needed us to adopt her. We said good-bye to Molly, AKA Doodle Bug, on Saturday, and she was 12 years old. That's a long life for a boxer. I think it was a good one, too. Molly, as you can see, was a beautiful boxer with the full white collar. We were told she could have been a show dog in her younger years. But when she got to us she was a family dog. We were shocked at how well behaved she was. Her first parents trained her well. She ate a collar the first night with us, because she was anxious, but then after that.....I don't think she ate anything but her dog food. Ok maybe an occasional table scrap. She gave us good nibble tickles, the really gentle ones, but she NEVER bit anyone. She ALMOST bit several Chinese food and pizza delivery men, because she was the world's best guard dog, but she never got angry with us or even played too hard. Keeping us safe was her priority. In b...
Ordinary: Read a book for professional development (I do this often) Extraordinary: Reading a book that enables you to be a more confident mentor to others and gives you specific tools and suggestions to pass along (and some for yourself, too!). The book Great Leaders Grow is a quick read. No big words, and no big, new ideas. However, it's just SO simple it's lovely. It tells of a young man, Blake, having recently lost his father, finding his first job, and being mentored by one of his fathers friends (Debbie). His relationship with his father seems to grow deeper through this process as he discovers what his father meant when he said his last words to his son "you can be a leader". Blake chews on these words for weeks, trying to understand why his dad would say this. What did he mean? Could he really be a leader?Did he even want to? My favorite parts of the book were the conversations Blake and Debbie have at the coffee shop. Debbie takes this opportunity to ...
Funny story ( this was the extra in my ordinary this week!! )..... I was taking dirty laundry to the garage on Wednesday night. I rounded the corner too quickly, stepped on a water puddle beside the dog's water bowl (on tile floors), and went barreling down to the floor and directly smacked my left knee on the tile as my ankle and toes were crunched in the process. It felt like slow motion, and as I laid there alone watching my knee swell and wondering if I was about to have to go to the ER,....I realized I fell because I was rushing, and trying to do too much on my own. Ouch. That realization hurt as much as my knee. Talk about a wake up call. Doing too much by myself too fast = falling and getting hurt. !! I do this all the time. Do you? As women I think we have it in our DNA to multitask, and to try to get too much done, and then we get hurt. Speaking of trying to do too much ....have you read about Mary and Martha, when Martha invited Jesus over to her house? It went kind...
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