I hardly ever have New Year's resolutions. I wanted to put together a list (what can I say, I'm a list person?!?!) that would get me excited for what may be in store for me. Ready? Okay, here we go!
In 2010 I want to:
#1) Finish my associates degree and graduate from NHTI with high honors.
#2) Spend more quality time with my family, especially my siblings.
#3) Live with the past behind me. I do not want what was or what has been to decide who I am going to be today.
#4) Get accepted into a four year, bachelor of science program in Dairy Management.
#5) Get in shape. More hay bales, whatever it takes!
#6) Spend more time cultivating my budding photography business.
#7) Start scrapping my severe backlog of photographs.
#8) Have an experience that pushes me out of my comfort zone.
#9) Put together a senior Capstone exhibit that will blow people away.
#10) Use my camera to capture the everyday moments that can easily be overlooked or passed by. I want to look at my photographs 10 years from now and be grateful for the opportunity to remember those small moments in time.
Quite the list, I know, but it is exciting for me to look at each of these ten things because it shows me where I have been and where I have come from. It looks like this year is going to be quite the ride; I don't know about you, but I'm ready!
Sunday, January 3, 2010
Saturday, January 2, 2010
9 of 2009
With an entire fresh year in front of me, I want to take a moment to look back and list a few things that I am proud to say that I have completed in the last year.
#1) I am proud to say that I not only completed my freshman year of college, but also landed on the Dean's list both semesters.
#2) I am proud to say that I made a difference by traveling to Haiti. I am proud of the awesome photographs that I came home with, but most of all I am proud of the little boy I sponsored while I was there. It was a rewarding to meet his parents and his twin sister, who my best friend sponsored.
#3) I am proud to say that I tossed hay all summer right along with the boys, managed to keep up, and even smoked 'em on a few occasions.
#4) I am proud to say that my slightly large family and my multitude of siblings only assured me of the person I really am.
#5) I am proud to say that I cultivated meaningful relationships.
#6) I am proud to say that I helped teach 50 children under the age of 9 all about living on a farm. I spent the night with 30 of them... outside... in tents... and I lived to tell about it. 'Nuf said.
#7) I am proud to say that I learned how to harness and drive a team of Belgian draft horses.
#8) I am proud to say that I took a record number of photographs, several of which I am quite proud of.
#9) I am proud to say that in 2009 I turned over several new leaves, let myself have new and exciting experiences, and let myself be completely open to what a new year could bring.
#1) I am proud to say that I not only completed my freshman year of college, but also landed on the Dean's list both semesters.
#2) I am proud to say that I made a difference by traveling to Haiti. I am proud of the awesome photographs that I came home with, but most of all I am proud of the little boy I sponsored while I was there. It was a rewarding to meet his parents and his twin sister, who my best friend sponsored.
#3) I am proud to say that I tossed hay all summer right along with the boys, managed to keep up, and even smoked 'em on a few occasions.
#4) I am proud to say that my slightly large family and my multitude of siblings only assured me of the person I really am.
#5) I am proud to say that I cultivated meaningful relationships.
#6) I am proud to say that I helped teach 50 children under the age of 9 all about living on a farm. I spent the night with 30 of them... outside... in tents... and I lived to tell about it. 'Nuf said.
#7) I am proud to say that I learned how to harness and drive a team of Belgian draft horses.
#8) I am proud to say that I took a record number of photographs, several of which I am quite proud of.
#9) I am proud to say that in 2009 I turned over several new leaves, let myself have new and exciting experiences, and let myself be completely open to what a new year could bring.
Thursday, December 31, 2009
a S-L-O-W and agonizing tale
I never thought I would see the day. I've heard all of the horror stories, but never actually thought IT could ever happen to me....
Yesterday afternoon Lia and I trekked over to Cornish, Maine to visit the largest yarn store in Maine. It was indeed quite large! One could get lost among the thousands of skeins of yarn and the hundreds of needles and patterns. It was a neat place to visit, but the story of getting there takes the cake!
I had just entered Parsonsfield, Maine, which the the small town between my town and Cornish, Maine. The main street is all of a few hundred feet, but the speed limit drops to a thirty along that stretch. I thought I would be nice and let the little white Subaru pull out in front of me...bad idea #1. The recipient of my good deed proceeded to go 10 mph. I was fine until the speed limit went up to 40mph and the little white suba-roo continued to putt along at a mere 20mph...tops. 17-18 was more like it. A few miles later when the speed limit went up to a 50...there we were behind that little white suba-roo going a mere 19mph. Here's a photo to prove it:
Once we actually got to the yarn store it was great. I found this book titled "No Sheep for You" and it made me laugh. Photo evidence:
The whole idea of the book was to hook the common, everyday person on the craft of knitting. The do-it-yourself booked claimed they could hook you on knitting so fast that you wouldn't even have the time or need for sleep, or anything else for that matter! I found it quite hysterical. We perused the eight rooms full of floor to ceiling yarn and made the trip back home, happily going the speed limit the entire way.
Link for Rosemary's Yarn Shop: http://www.maine-crafts.com/
Yesterday afternoon Lia and I trekked over to Cornish, Maine to visit the largest yarn store in Maine. It was indeed quite large! One could get lost among the thousands of skeins of yarn and the hundreds of needles and patterns. It was a neat place to visit, but the story of getting there takes the cake!
I had just entered Parsonsfield, Maine, which the the small town between my town and Cornish, Maine. The main street is all of a few hundred feet, but the speed limit drops to a thirty along that stretch. I thought I would be nice and let the little white Subaru pull out in front of me...bad idea #1. The recipient of my good deed proceeded to go 10 mph. I was fine until the speed limit went up to 40mph and the little white suba-roo continued to putt along at a mere 20mph...tops. 17-18 was more like it. A few miles later when the speed limit went up to a 50...there we were behind that little white suba-roo going a mere 19mph. Here's a photo to prove it:
Once we actually got to the yarn store it was great. I found this book titled "No Sheep for You" and it made me laugh. Photo evidence:
The whole idea of the book was to hook the common, everyday person on the craft of knitting. The do-it-yourself booked claimed they could hook you on knitting so fast that you wouldn't even have the time or need for sleep, or anything else for that matter! I found it quite hysterical. We perused the eight rooms full of floor to ceiling yarn and made the trip back home, happily going the speed limit the entire way.
Link for Rosemary's Yarn Shop: http://www.maine-crafts.com/
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Even Brunettes Can Have Blonde Moments
Here's a funny "Peterson moment" for you:
I was out shopping the other day and bought the following shirt:
Now mind you, I do not follow football or even pretend to follow football, so....I am vaguely aware that this shirt may have some athletic connections, but that is where my brain power stops. At this point you may be asking, "Lindsey, then why did you even buy the shirt?" and that is an excellent question that has a relatively simple answer...you ready for it?
I bought the shirt....because....it has a COW on it. A Texas Longhorn to be exact. That, my friends is why I bought the shirt. Now, you may think that this is the end of my tale, and if that were true, well, let's just say I might need a bit more of a life than any of us thought! ;)
Jerrod, my invincible 16-year old brother, and I were watching some television the other night. Just channel surfing mostly; we weren't really watching anything particular. Imagine my surprise when a commercial comes on featuring men running around in tight shorts and jerseys featuring my beloved Texas Longhorn! Jerrod made a comment about this particular team having a great season, and in a typical blonde-on-the-inside moment I said, "huh?" My brother looked at me rather incredulously and said, "Well, they are only number 2 in the entire country."
Well, what can I say? I know how to pick 'em!
I was out shopping the other day and bought the following shirt:
Now mind you, I do not follow football or even pretend to follow football, so....I am vaguely aware that this shirt may have some athletic connections, but that is where my brain power stops. At this point you may be asking, "Lindsey, then why did you even buy the shirt?" and that is an excellent question that has a relatively simple answer...you ready for it?
I bought the shirt....because....it has a COW on it. A Texas Longhorn to be exact. That, my friends is why I bought the shirt. Now, you may think that this is the end of my tale, and if that were true, well, let's just say I might need a bit more of a life than any of us thought! ;)
Jerrod, my invincible 16-year old brother, and I were watching some television the other night. Just channel surfing mostly; we weren't really watching anything particular. Imagine my surprise when a commercial comes on featuring men running around in tight shorts and jerseys featuring my beloved Texas Longhorn! Jerrod made a comment about this particular team having a great season, and in a typical blonde-on-the-inside moment I said, "huh?" My brother looked at me rather incredulously and said, "Well, they are only number 2 in the entire country."
Well, what can I say? I know how to pick 'em!
My Lover Boy
July of '08 would make Trey just one year old, and only a few short months after he came to live with our family. These are two of my all time favorite photos of him and I. Lots of good memories are wrapped up in this layout:
Friday, December 25, 2009
Of cows!
Since this blog is supposed to be about me, my family, my creativity, my passion for photography, and my addiction to cows, I guess I had better talk a bit about my passion for all things agricultural! So, let's take a tour of where I spend all of my life during the summer and half of my life during the school year:
Welcome to the Remick Country Doctor Museum and Farm. A historical museum that doubles as working farm. I make my living as a farm hand, i.e. lowest slot on the totem pole. But, hey, if you're doing what you love in life, that is all that matters, right?
For years I spent my summers working for their summer camp program. Six weeks out of the summer would find me in the basement surrounded by 10-15 small children, all claiming that they wanted to farmers when they grew up, how cute is that? A favorite camp activity? Why, walking the sheep of course!
Last summer I split my time between the summer camp program and the farm crew. I milked goats one day and caught pond creatures with the kids the next.
Sheep are my second favorite farm buddies. Lambing season is awesome and watching the little ones grow over the summer is so rewarding. Getting them sheared in the spring is always a highlight; they look so funny for a couple days after!
My first favorite farm buddies are the cows! They are so beautiful and have such a distinct and individual smell! (my mother looked at me a bit funny when I told her that. In the same sentence she said that my cow-smelling farm boots could live outside from now on.) Our herd consists of mainly Herefords, which we raise for meat, but we are currently expanding our herd to include one cow of each of the major breeds. The Holstein, Jersey, and Brown Swiss breeds are my favorite.
My contract stated that I would be employed through the summer, but once the beginning to autumn rolled around I was asked to stay on for the rest of the year, and well, now that the end of the year has rolled around I have been asked to stay on straight through the winter. So I spend my early mornings breaking ice and hauling water, throwing hay and hauling manure. And, oh man, I love every minute of it...except for the mornings when it is below zero out...and then I am thankful for heat in the truck! But, it is a beautiful place to work!
Welcome to the Remick Country Doctor Museum and Farm. A historical museum that doubles as working farm. I make my living as a farm hand, i.e. lowest slot on the totem pole. But, hey, if you're doing what you love in life, that is all that matters, right?
For years I spent my summers working for their summer camp program. Six weeks out of the summer would find me in the basement surrounded by 10-15 small children, all claiming that they wanted to farmers when they grew up, how cute is that? A favorite camp activity? Why, walking the sheep of course!
Last summer I split my time between the summer camp program and the farm crew. I milked goats one day and caught pond creatures with the kids the next.
Sheep are my second favorite farm buddies. Lambing season is awesome and watching the little ones grow over the summer is so rewarding. Getting them sheared in the spring is always a highlight; they look so funny for a couple days after!
My first favorite farm buddies are the cows! They are so beautiful and have such a distinct and individual smell! (my mother looked at me a bit funny when I told her that. In the same sentence she said that my cow-smelling farm boots could live outside from now on.) Our herd consists of mainly Herefords, which we raise for meat, but we are currently expanding our herd to include one cow of each of the major breeds. The Holstein, Jersey, and Brown Swiss breeds are my favorite.
My contract stated that I would be employed through the summer, but once the beginning to autumn rolled around I was asked to stay on for the rest of the year, and well, now that the end of the year has rolled around I have been asked to stay on straight through the winter. So I spend my early mornings breaking ice and hauling water, throwing hay and hauling manure. And, oh man, I love every minute of it...except for the mornings when it is below zero out...and then I am thankful for heat in the truck! But, it is a beautiful place to work!
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