7 Lessons From The Puppy

Want to spice up your life?

Want to stretch yourself?

Want to grow, expand and push yourself to the ends of the earth?

I have one answer.

Three little words.

Get. A. Puppy.

We are embarking upon our first month with our newest family member, and I can say, it reminds me of all the reasons I am glad I do not have small children anymore. And I’m not convinced a puppy is better or worse than human children.

Case in point = lessons I’ve learned from the puppy:

Puppy Lesson #1

Puppies take what they want then RUN.

And run, and run and run.

It doesn’t matter how cool and calm you are. If your arm is outstretched and you are talking in a sweet “come hither” voice, they know the real deal. And they run further and faster to get away from you – and keep the stray sock, glove, paper towel, hair clip or other random item that is three times their size, away from you. They found it, therefore, said item is now rightfully theirs.

Puppy chewing on Uggs

Puppy Lesson #2

Puppies sleep when the want, where they want and for as long as they want.

Which eventually means they will be wide-ass awake at some ungodly hour and insist that you be awake as well – it’s play time!

Yorkie Puppy Sleeping Rocco

Puppy Lesson #3

Even though the puppy is sleeping, if you stand up, and walk to the other side of the room, they are instantly awake. And they will follow you.

And get right in the middle of whatever you are doing.

Don’t think for one second your privacy is yours. That’s all changed. The puppy is now included in anything and everything you do.

Darling image of yorkie puppy

Puppy Lesson #4

Whoever said size matters never met a Yorkie puppy.

They may be slight, yet they are mighty (in their mind!)

(Best part of meeting Timber, the very gentle English Lab shown below, was when Rocco STOOD on his back. I wasn’t fast enough to capture the image, but Timber just laid there, probably thinking, will someone please remove this FLEA from my back!)

Yorkie meets English Lab

Puppy Lesson #5

That spot on the sofa that you thought was “yours” no longer belongs to you. (Sheldon from the Big Bang Theory better never get a puppy!!)

And if you think of a new spot, that spot also suddenly belongs to the puppy.

The sooner you embrace this lesson, the better.

puppy on the sofa

Puppy Lesson #6

When playing with the puppy, it’s best to just dig in, and get down to his level.

Especially when his legs are short and stubby and don’t allow for proper jumping up on you.

Joe playing with Rocco Yorkie puppy

Puppy Lesson #7

Forget your heart.

It’s gone.

And guess where it is?

With the puppy.

Sure didn’t take long for the puppy love to bloom!

yorkshire terrier rocco puppy

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In Other News, It’s Super Bowl Weekend

(Editor’s note: This post was featured last year on BlogHer.com She vs. Her in support of the Super Bowl. With the “Giant” Gridiron match-up this weekend, seems appropriate to re-post, even though I’m not certain I will be watching. I’m not a fan of Brady and the Pats, and am not sure I could stomach them winning. Yep, I never said “all is fair in love and football.”)

It’s Super Bowl weekend.

Are you ready??

In the world of sports, the Super Bowl is the single most cherished day on the face of the planet. A day where champions are born, legends are made, records are broken, and oh, the pure pigskin bliss if your beloved team {heavy sigh} should be fortunate enough to find their name on the game day marquee.

Without question, the Super Bowl is unadulterated football heaven on earth.

A single football season lasts nearly a year, beginning in mid-spring with the draft, moving to training camp and preseason games in summer, slowly marching into fall with the main breadth of games, and finally, in the wee months of winter, those final two teams who survived the weekly gridiron showdowns are invited to football’s grandest stage – the Super Bowl.

You pray to the football gods that when this day dawns, it’s your team that stands shoulder to shoulder, holding their shiny helmets in their gloved hands, mouthing the words to the Star-Spangled Banner, waiting for their chance to make football history.

Flashback: Superbowl 1980. I was 12 1/2 years old. My beloved team was playing the Philadelphia Eagles. I was at a Super Bowl party, surrounded by people, miscellaneous pets and food. Yet, I barely spoke to anyone and I didn’t eat a thing. My team was playing. I was nervous. I was sick to my stomach. How can people eat at a time like this? It’s the Super Bowl!

When I attend a Superbowl party (or host one), I make sure to secure a first-class seat near the screen where I can witness the action, play by play. And anyone who gets between me and the television may be subject to a few expletives, and vigorous arm waving to get the hell out of the way!

Obsessive?

One of my most prized possessions is an officially licensed NFL jersey, signed by my favorite, two-time league MVP quarterback, Rich Gannon.

I have a “football husband” and he’s not the one I’ve been married to for nearly 18 years.

I owned season tickets when I lived in the City of Angels and my team played at the Coliseum.

At the top of my bucket list is “Attend a Super Bowl,” to witness the pomp and circumstance live and in person.

And…I have my team’s logo tattooed on my back-side.

This year, Dallas is the Super Bowl host city. Cowboy Stadium is a state-of-the-art, most unbelievably awesome football watching stadium in existence. It’s truly a sportswoman’s Nirvana.

I am baffled by people who cannot appreciate the dedication, hard work, skill, and pinch of luck it takes to make it to the Super Bowl.

The Super Bowl.

Those fabulous words send shivers down my spine, and take my breath away.

And, you say obsession like its a bad thing…

An Authentic Life,  written by Katie Walters, is a proud member of the BlogHer network, contributor to Montana Parent and founding member of the Montana Social Media Network. Katie attended her first professional football game at age 10 – in Oakland, California – and has never looked back.

A Trailer Treasure & Hollyhocks

October is just around the corner, which brings Halloween to the horizon.

With that in mind, and due to my latest television obsession, I went on a mission to locate “Mad Men” style clothing today (and I’ll share that discovery with you later.) In the meantime (and in the parking lot) I discovered this – a trailer treasure.

It’s cozy and cute.

And it’s for sale.

Most importantly, it’s so dang sassy.

Just beyond the Prairie Queen, stood one of my favorite flowers.

The Hollyhock.

I simply adore the Hollyhock. Perhaps because it reminds me of Hollywood – glamorous and fancy and delicate – just like a Hollywood starlet, waiting to be discovered…

Have I mentioned we are in the midst of the most lovely autumn I’ve ever experienced in Southwest Montana?

Cool evenings, and daytime temperatures reaching the upper 70’s to low 80’s.

I simply cannot ask for more…{except perhaps a major ass-kicking win when the New England Patriots land in Oak-Town this Sunday. Lord, hear my prayer…}

 

 

My Favorite Country Crooner

Tonight, I’m having an affair.

An affair with my most favorite country crooner – Gary Allan. {Deep, breathy sigh!}

(Oh, relax people, I’ve got Sexy Hubby’s permission!!)

Last time we met, he sang this song JUST FOR ME – “She’s So California!”

{Palm trees? Not exactly a tree we have growing freely in the Treasure State. Must have been the line about drinking red wine that stole my heart…}

See you tonight, Gary.

You’ll know me right away. I’ll be the one blowing you kisses and waving my hands frantically in the air with dozens of glow bracelets, yelling, “Pick me, Gary. Pick me!”

 

Thank You, Synchronicity

I was blind-sided by an unwarranted note of negativity earlier today. Immediately, I sought refuge with a few gentle words from Pocketful of Miracles, by Joan Borysenko, Ph.D.

September 14

If possible, go for a mindful walk today.

Invoke the presence of your guardian angel to walk with you.

When you’re done walking, sit quietly, and thank your guardian angel, who is the agent of many of the synchronicities you  have experienced – the book practically falls off the shelf when you need it, the stranger whose conversation you overheard that heals an old wound…

Think of the synchronicity that you’ve recently experienced and give thanks for it.

I had a major wallop of synchronicity strike yesterday when a random Twitter connection whom I “met” prior to my team taking the field for Monday Night Football made me an offer.

The randomness of synchronicity and my new Twitter friend (who just happens to be a staff writer for the Oakland Raiders!!) invited me to post a blog that I wrote nearly one year ago after my beloved team set a franchise record scoring high of 59 points versus an arch rival.

CLICK HERE to see for yourself – I was the Tell Us Your Story Story at Raiders.com

Go take a walk. (I just did, and it’s bloody windy and cold as hell out there!)

Wishing you blessings of synchronicity today!

A Look Back ~ An Authentic Life on BlogHer ~ She Vs. Her

(Editors note: Since I am in transit today to San Diego for the annual BlogHer conference, I pulled a few posts from the archives. I chose this post in honor of the National Football League moving forward with the 2011-2012 season – finally. This is the full excerpt of the column written for BlogHer.com She vs. Her. Catch you on the flip-side.)

It’s Super Bowl weekend.

Are you ready??

In the world of sports, the Super Bowl is the single most cherished day on the face of the planet. A day where champions are born, legends are made, records are broken, and oh, the pure pigskin bliss if your beloved team {heavy sigh} should be fortunate enough to find their name on the game day marquis.

Without question, the Super Bowl is unadulterated football heaven on earth.

A single football season lasts nearly a year, beginning in mid-spring with the draft, moving to training camp and preseason games in summer, slowly marching into fall with the main breadth of games, and finally, in the wee months of winter, those final two teams who survived the weekly gridiron showdowns are invited to football’s grandest stage – the Super Bowl.

You pray to the football gods that when this day dawns, it’s your team that stands shoulder to shoulder, holding their shiny helmets in their gloved hands, mouthing the words to the Star-Spangled Banner, waiting for their chance to make football history.

Flashback: Superbowl 1980. I was 12 1/2 years old. My beloved team was playing the Philadelphia Eagles. I was at a Super Bowl party, surrounded by people, miscellaneous pets and food. Yet, I barely spoke to anyone and I didn’t eat a thing. My team was playing. I was nervous. I was sick to my stomach. How can people eat at a time like this? It’s the Super Bowl!

When I attend a Superbowl party (or host one), I make sure to secure a first-class seat near the screen where I can witness the action, play by play. And anyone who gets between me and the television may be subject to a few expletives, and vigorous arm waving to get the hell out of the way!

Obsessive?

One of my most prized possessions is an officially licensed NFL jersey, signed by my favorite, two-time league MVP quarterback, Rich Gannon.

I have a “football husband” and he’s not the one I’ve been married to for nearly 18 years.

I owned season tickets when I lived in the City of Angels and my team played at the Coliseum.

At the top of my bucket list is “Attend a Super Bowl,” to witness the pomp and circumstance live and in person.

And…I have my team’s logo tattooed on my back-side.

This year, Dallas is the Super Bowl host city. Cowboy Stadium is a state-of-the-art, most unbelievably awesome football watching stadium in existence. It’s truly a sports-woman’s Nirvana.

I am baffled by people who cannot appreciate the dedication, hard work, skill, and pinch of luck it takes to make it to the Super Bowl.

The Super Bowl.

Those fabulous words send shivers down my spine, and take my breath away.

You say obsession like it’s a bad thing…

An Authentic Life,  written by Katie Walters, is a proud member of the BlogHer network, contributor to Montana Parent and founding member of the Montana Social Media Network.

Katie attended her first professional football game – rooting for the Oakland Raiders – at age 10, and has never looked back.

 

Lazy Hazy Dayz Prior to BlogHer Madness

It’s Friday night.

And for once, I’m home alone. Blissfully alone, save my old dog, but he doesn’t pester me whining, “What’s for dinner?”

Sexy Hubby is out wrestling hoards of wild trout with his bare hands and “The Junior” took my car to work. He “lost his keys” – which I found buried under a heaping wad of dirty laundry about 90 seconds after he drove away. Have I said lately how I adore teenage boys?

It’s Friday night.

It’s exactly one week to BlogHer ’11 – an annual real-life gathering of those who spend thousands of hours in the cherished white space of their computer screens, speaking to the world, baring souls, sharing valued tips and information, reaching into the chasm of the Internet hoping to foster communities of like-minded people.

Blogging is a solitary activity, which is why meeting face to face with legions of similar personality types is exciting, and nerve-wracking all at the same time.

I’ve read several entertaining posts about BlogHer conference preparation – but hand’s down, this one is my favorite. It’s by Little Miss Mocha (how can you not love her by the name of her blog alone?)

Regarding my feelings prior to my first BlogHer conference, I am more excited than anything else. I am looking forward to the opportunistic treasures that await, to reconnect with my high-school-friend-turned-blogger – Wife of a Dairyman – to meet some fellow bloggers face to face, to visit San Diego (it’s been like 20 years since I’ve been there?), attend some fabulous networking functions (read=parties!) and rekindle the spirit of the writer within.

Lastly, yet most importantly, I hope to discover the revered secret of how I can catapult An Authentic Life into the blogosphere – to infinity and beyond!!!!!! (Or at least throughout Montana. A girl’s gotta dream, right?)

But for now, as I sit in the glorious afternoon warmth, listening to birds chirp, and dogs bark in the distant, staring off into the Rocky Mountains, I am calm and at peace.

I used to think if I had more free time, I’d clean this, fold that, cook more healthily, take more classes at the gym, be a better wife, mother, friend. And now that I have more free time – no babies to rock, no diapers to change, no sippy cups to fill – this is how I spend my time.

Right here.

Doing absolutely nothing.

And for the lazy, hazy, dayz of summer – it’s exactly what the doctor ordered. Especially with all the BlogHer ’11 madness about to shove my quiet little life full speed ahead into 72-hours of non-stop networking, socializing, kibbitzing, and in general, mayhem.

Oh, beloved mayhem!

(My quiet little life will be waiting for me upon my BlogHer return.)

I Can Shoot That Sunset in 17 Shots

What’s the best part of a beachy vacation?

The sunsets.

And who doesn’t love a sunset? They are peaceful, beautiful, romantic, mysterious, and breathtaking – all at the same time.

Today’s post features the one sunset I captured from stem to stern while vacationing on the Gulf shores of Florida.

{Editor’s Note: The initial sunset photos included “The Junior” as he attempted to “up-splash” for a supreme photo op. It was all Sexy Hubby’s idea. I played along.}

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