I just read a post by Betty Jo at A Bead A Day...and I felt kinda relieved...like a little something was lifted off my shoulders.
I appreciated that shared with all of us that she has days where she reflects back on her life and it makes her a little melancholy...
It seems lately that I have been doing alot of the same thing... Her daily post for that day made me feel less alone because it was comforting to know that others were having similar thoughts and feelings. Thank you Betty Joe, glad its just not me!
That being said...I would like to lighten the mood of my fellow bloggers...
I dedicate this video to Betty Jo...I am sure that it will give you a good belly laugh, something to lighten up the mood for both of us!
This came from Lady Banana, I enjoy her blogs because she always has something different and witty...or just plain funny!
Tuesday, October 30, 2007
I just read a post by Betty Jo at A Bead A Day...and I felt kinda relieved...like a little something was lifted off my shoulders.
Posted by Holly Mead at 11:01 PM
Today I received a shout out from Phillip at the blog your-relevant.com...They have awarded me my first blogging award and its called The Golden Glasses Award...here is what they are saying about it;
The golden glasses award is a concept brought to us by one our readers. They suggested that we hand out awards to reward those that have really great blogs and who add value to their readers weekly and in most cases daily. So we decided, sure why not.
That was me that made the suggestion. I think that it's great that they thought enough of my idea to make it a part of their recognition process! And they listened...I think thats nifty.
They are making my award official on Thursday and it will have the Spiritual Dog Blog name attached....So, I can talk about it again on Thursday...(smile)
Thanks again to Phillip at your-relevant.com for giving me my very first blog award.
Posted by Holly Mead at 10:11 PM
I saw this postcard on postsecret.com and knew I had to write about it, because I related to this particular message 100% , because I do the same thing.
I hold grudges, I admit it and mostly they are against my family.
I think the San Diego fire can best demonstrate what I am trying to get at here.
When the fire broke out and all those people had to be evacuated, I felt sorry for them, but I just went about my own life, never really giving them a thought. I did my daily routine as if nothing had changed, but it had, hundreds of thousands of people were misplaced.
It never occurred to me to help, volunteer, or open my home to those who were less fortunate than myself.
As the week went on and I spoke with different friends, I noticed that almost all of them, in some sort fashion, had opened their heart and did what they could do to better the situation for those people by volunteering their time, or their homes, or whatever it is that people do to help others.
It never ever occurred to me to come out of my own world and reach out to those that needed some sort of help of any kind.
So I reflected on this personal flaw, and I I believe it is a result of the way I was raised, which was that of total self absorption;
As a child I grew up in a family that had significant resources. Looking back, I can never recall one instance where they reached out to help others less fortunate, ever.
As a child I grew up with immediate family members who suffered from a serious and chronic disease. Never during the thirty years of their life experience with this terrible disease, did they they ever reach out to any organizations or people as unfortunate as them so that they could help others to cope. They could of made a difference by sharing with others their own life experiences, knowledge, and understanding of how to live with such a terrible disease.
Let me break it down even deeper....NEVER has anyone from my immediate family ever volunteered to help any any type of emergency or to any organization...ever, and sadly that also includes myself.
As children we mimic our parents "monkey see, monkey do"; and I find I'm following their footsteps exactly without even realizing when I'm doing it. They taught me very well...
So I hold another grudge against them, I begrudge them for not caring about anything other than them selfs, and I begrudge them for passing this trait on to me.
I can only hope that when the next opportunity comes around for me to contribute, I can see past myself, remember this blog and then do the right thing.
Posted by Holly Mead at 6:42 AM
Sunday, October 28, 2007
Today is Sunday Weigh In .....and I'm a tad under the weather today, in fact I feel like I'm being tortured. I'm almost eight long weeks into this self imposed torture ritual. I mustget some sort of pleasure from inflicting this constant denial upon myself in the quest for self discipline. (and the loss of 25 lbs), but today I can't remember what it is.
I HAVE A STOMACH ACHE! I'm not with it today....
Another good analogy is that I feel like I'm running the marathon and I'm at the "wall"...it seems that four more weeks or is it five...anyway, is a long haul until the finish line.
That little man that sits in the back of my head (my friend Susan calls him her drunk monkey) and he whispers to me to forget about it, then he tells me that I have lost near 15 pounds and thats good enough...I keep yelling back at him (yes it's a him) to SHUT UP!
I know it gets harder to loose weight the longer your on a restriction diet....I use to watch the Biggest Looser on TV, and I would see some of those people who weighed like 250 pounds, eat very little and train everyday for hours, only to get on the scale and have not lost a single pound.
I don't think I look different from week to week....None the less, I must continue with my quest of torture.
I love my two little dogs....These are my favorite pictures for the past two weeks, I have about five hundred more. Daisy is starting to look exactly like Pinkerton, but she has her own distinct personality to be sure. I wish I could bottle their cuteness...
Posted by Holly Mead at 2:18 PM
Thursday, October 25, 2007
I live in San Diego and have been experiencing these terrible fires for the past four days. I'm one of the two lucky ones that did not have to evacuate my home. But none the less everyone, even those not forced to leave has been significantly effected by these fire storms.
First of all, it's not business as usual around here. All the schools are closed, and there is a feeling as if we are suspended in time. I am not sure if it is because the air is thick with a haze of thin smoke, or if it's from the realization that our weather seems to be taking a very serious turn.
It could also be very strange around here because the sun is just an orange ball in the sky. I believe this is what it will be like when and if there is ever an end to this world.
For a short time, the city was on fire and there was a significant loss of control, making this experience was very different from any other fire I have ever witnessed and I have lived in California my entire life.
During the first few days of the fire, there was a feeling as if the end was near, as well as a sense of catastrophe floating thick through the air along with the stifling smoke that made it difficult to breath.
As I walked out the door from the house, it was as if the heat just sucked out any moisture that my skin was holding. It was a different kind of hot, it was a lifeless hot, as if nothing could live with air which could be so incredibly stifling and smothering.
I have never felt the environment like this before, and because of this incredible event, it has brought global warming closer to home and not just something that I hear on the television.
I never had children, so when I leave this world, I will not fear for what I have left behind. If indeed I did have children, at this point, I would not worry so much for them as much as I would fear for the future generations of grandchildren that have yet to be born.
Posted by Holly Mead at 6:27 PM
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
My young friend bless her heart, set me up on a blind date.
It was a failure.
He was 50 something, very grey hair, a tad short, and he was an extremely ultra conservative cop.
This is not the first time that I have not found success with the process of a blind date.
The previous blind date that was arranged on my behalf was with a guy that had a gold tooth along with the many tats marking his days he spent while in prison.
So I gotta wonder....do I see myself differently than others see me?
It must be so, because we have never come close to my dream date. That being said, I have decided to do something about this situation. I am going to make this list of what I am looking for, and then whenever someone wants to set me up, I will refer them to this post.
1. Must be a dog lover.
2. Must be in above average physical condition and if not have a great personality that compensates for this shortfall.
3. Must have money...I have done it for love too many times...not anymore...show me the money!
4. Must be somewhat dashing and debonair.
6. Must not have have been divorced more than once.
7. Must not talk excessively about any ex wife or ex girlfriend.
8. Must not be a couch potato.
9. Must be able to have good sex or at least know how to cuddle with above average skills.
10. Must have a great sense of humor.
Those are my top ten wishes....and not necessarily in that order. So if anyone reading this blog knows of a single man between the ages of 42 and 52, that resembles the qualities on this list...
SET ME UP!
Posted by Holly Mead at 7:56 PM
Sunday, October 21, 2007
What can I say, its been one of those weeks.
Yesterday at the dog park, a lady got upset at me and Orbit. She was so mad at us that she called me names.
Well, as you can imagine, that's probably not the first time something like that has happened, but there was a new twist to the vicious verbal attack;
Her insult was to call me an "ole ugly bitch".....
I have been called a lot of names in my life, but I have never been called "old" before. I guess you could say that yesterday was a milestone day. I'm now officially considered "old"....
Because this is a Spiritual Dog Blog, I had to put some deep thought into this post about this subject.
I came up with the conclusion that it was a very sad day when a woman has to resort to calling another woman "old", as if that is the worse thing someone could be. By the way, she was old and ugly; truly she was.
She was about 60, lots of extra weight, weird rusty colored hair, dark brown lipstick, very pale foundation, and an ass that was shaped like a giant pear, which was squeezed into the tightest black jeans she could of possibly have worn. It was obvious it was her attempt at "sexy".
I guess to her, getting old is a horrible thing, the most repugnant insult she could fling at me was to call me old (and of course ugly) over and over and over.
I answered back to her, "yeah..... I'm older, so what?
That's when she threatened to "kick that dog's ass" with her cigarette waving around in my face. She was picking on poor old Orbit, who if you blow on him, will topple over because of his weak hips.
I think this incident is a reflection of our society and how warped many people have become about aging, which of course wears off on everyone.
Her insult made me sad for her and sad for me...because now, I have been considered to be old enough to be called "old".
It's as if I am no longer a virgin of some sort...as if its official, I am now "old"...This is something that I have to accept, time is marching on, and although I think I'm 26, I'm really not....how in the world did that happen?
Okay, moving on to more fun stuff....here I am today at 128 lbs...barley...like 128.7, but it still 128!
I am now use to not eating much, and I have pretty good energy because of the Monavie. I think this week I am going to increase my carbs it to tighten my skin up, but good quality carbs.
I have 5 weeks more to go, so it looks like I have a chance at 120 if
I don't hit the wall!
Happy Sunday Weigh In.....See you next week...I am looking for 127-126lbs
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Tuesday, October 16, 2007
Sunday, October 14, 2007
I wrote a blog a while back about the ex boyfriend trying to borrow money from me after six years of not at all being connected to me in any type of fashion, not even a distant friend.
At the time of the break up he really broke my heart. I would say it took me a good four years to get over the whole thing....He caused me a lot of pain because of the wreckage he left behind when he figured he was done with me and what I could offer him, which was nothing because I was broke.
Well he was at it again last week, pretty much demanding that I "do him a favor". Just like old times....except it wasn't.....I sent him a final e-mail today, hopefully I have heard the last from him forever;
I hoped things worked out for you.
I wanted to let you know that I did not think it quite fair what happened last week.
We have not even been friends for six years. It made me feel extremely uncomfortable that you would even ask me such a thing.
Its extraordinary that I even considered giving you a guaranteed loan, which after being in business for six years, you could not do.
So, your disappointment at me, that I would not lend you ( your not a friend or family) money based on your word is astounding.
I think I did my duty with you. You have forgotten all the money you did get from me. That was a long time ago, and I learned my lesson the hard way. So, in the future, don't ask again, because it won't happen.
Do me a favor and take me off that list of people who you think would lend you money, because I never will again.
How appropriate for this particular Sunday Weigh In....Shoot, I did not lose any weight form last week to this week which means;
NO BAGEL AND CREAM CHEESE FOR ME TODAY!
Boo hoo, boo hoo. But it's like that, I seem to go down in chunks. I also maybe didn'tt eat enough this week, because boy did I feel bad!
I love this Sunday postcard from Post Secret. I can relate to the them of losing 30 lbs and dying while trying...This is frigin hard...Stuck at 130 for now.....
I bought the coffee table book that just came out by the guy that has the blog of Post Secret. Every time I open it, I find something new. Anybody who is nosy about other people should love this blog and book, because it's fabulous...at least in my humble opinion. I'm a very inquisitive person and reading about peoples darkest secrets intrigues me.
I can see from this video I need a bikini wax...but its getting cold around here and I need the hair for warmth! Tehe, tehe....plus, who should I wax for? Daisy and Pinky don't mind. Hope you don't!
Saturday, October 13, 2007
These are my very favorite pictures I have ever taken. I think I am starting to get the gist of how to take a good picture...One word...patience.
This is Pinky and Daisy....the background is real. They are in a chair right next to a window with a gorgeous view. I think that these are the pictures that most reflect their personalities. I just had to post these!
Here's the joke, it's cute;
THREE WOMEN , TWO YOUNGER, AND ONE SENIOR CITIZEN, WERE SITTING NAKED IN A SAUNA.
SUDDENLY THERE WAS A BEEPING SOUND. THE YOUNG WOMAN PRESSED HER FOREARM AND THE BEEP STOPPED.
THE OTHERS LOOKED AT HER QUESTIONINGLY. "THAT WAS MY PAGER," SHE SAID. "I HAVE A MICROCHIP UNDER THE SKIN OF MY ARM."
A FEW MINUTES LATER, A PHONE RANG. THE SECOND YOUNG WOMAN LIFTED HER PALM TO HER EAR. WHEN SHE FINISHED, SHE EXPLAINED, "THAT WAS MY MOBILE PHONE. I HAVE A MICROCHIP IN MY HAND."
THE OLDER WOMAN FELT VERY LOW - TECH. BUT NOT TO BE OUTDONE, SHE DECIDED SHE HAD TO DO SOMETHING JUST AS IMPRESSIVE.
SHE STEPPED OUT OF THE SAUNA AND WENT TO THE BATHROOM. SHE RETURNED WITH A PIECE OF TOILET PAPER HANGING FROM HER REAR END.
THE OTHERS RAISED THEIR EYEBROWS AND STARED AT HER. THE OLDER WOMAN FINALLY SAID.........
"WELL, WILL YOU LOOK AT THAT ... I'M GETTING A FAX!!"
When you stop laughing, send this to those who will appreciate it.
Friday, October 12, 2007
I bring to you a PawHealer diet special. This is the section of what is GOOD to eat.
What you are viewing is what I have been eating for 5 solid weeks, about three times a day.
8 egg whites
2 mini corn tortillas
1 Tbs of Low Fat sour creams
2 Tbs of Non Fat Feta Cheese
Total Calories 225
I supplement this unhealthy eating with my Monavie...which seems to have cut the cravings. I really do not get hungry. I am astonished at how much easier my dieting is with the juice and how I have been able to really cut calories without feeling like I was going to die....It's going to be a great Weigh In Sunday, because I can really see the change...yahoo and whopee!
Speaking of which....this next section is what people should NOT eat.
Please don't hurt them anymore!!!
Posted by Holly Mead at 1:06 PM
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
I think some people can get away with bad behavior and never pay the price.
Me.....I have Instant Karma....
In fact the Karma Police sit on my shoulder and write me a ticket the minute I offend.
Take for example what I did that was not so nice yesterday.
It was the day after Columbus Day, and I had to go to the post office to mail off some herbs for my customers. The parking lot of course was full, and people seemed to be a bit on the assertive side.
I finally found a parking space, but in order to get into that spot, I had to back up, angle half way in, and let other cars pass me so that I could finish getting into the space. While I was waiting for cars to pass, this one guy tries to pull into MY parking space, oblivious to my obvious ownership of the space....Errrrrr
Five times I had to tell him that I was parking here... and finally I had to actually get out of the car, and yell at the guy, while not being very pleasant; "Whats wrong with you, can't you see that I am parking here?"
This guy acted acted as if he did not hear me, then I had to repeat it AGAIN (I know he did hear me, he was trying to annoy me)....Thats when I said to him; "Don't be an idiot"
ZZZZZZZet Instant Karma immediately strikes me for my offense.
I then finish parking, while muttering under my breath what an idiot that guy was, and not really paying attention to my own parking job.
I go into the post office for only about five minutes and then I return to the car.
When I come out of the post office, standing by my car, there is this very irritate looking guy, and I mean VERY irritated....I walked cautiously up to him and asked "Is there a problem?"...and he answered;
"Yeah, there's a problem, ya wanna come over and see?"
My radar was up and I knew I had an issue here to contend with......I then said "No"....because I had no idea what he wanted, was he a rapist or something?....Then he says;
"What kinda idiot are you anyway, you fucking Idiot.....Come here and look at what you did.."
This verbal abuse went on for a solid minute. He was yelling at me as I walked around the car and I saw what had made this guy so mad at me. I could see that I had done a very poor job of parking and had positioned my car in too close to his so that he could not enter his driver side door!
As I was surveying what I had done, he managed to call me an idiot no less then five times. I of course profusely apologized over and over....and all I could think about when this was happening was;
What an IDIOT I can be.
I think my spiritual dog blog lesson here today is that I shall never call anyone an idiot again.
I have to remember that my special Police are always there to immediately cite me when I offend the laws of Karma, and it is small incidents like this that serve as my reminder that "what comes around goes around" double fast for me.
Posted by Holly Mead at 6:57 AM
Sunday, October 7, 2007
I loved this Post Secret card, well actually I love them all.
This weeks picture reminds me of how I quite often feel.
Five years ago, I was at the top of my game, lots of money, flying around the world, and I seemed to have it all. But I didn't and life came crashing down around me.
I then started over, and life has become so much more simple. Instead of having a hard core corporate life, and living life in the fast lane, I have chosen to go back to school to become a healer.
I now have the time to wake up each morning, look out to the day, and smell the coffee....literally. Enjoying my dogs so much is a direct result of that old life. I never did seem to appreciate anything at that time of my life except the party night life. Anyway....
Currently I walk around feeling a strong love for my new life...but at the back of my head, there continues to be this little nagging voice that causes obtrusive thoughts, urging me on do something different and"bigger" with my life, and not going to school to do something as inconsequential as acupuncture.
I believe that it's a problem of some sort...because once again, that means I am not living in the moment.
O well, that's okay because I'm working on it. I am hopping that when that "bigger" moment comes, it will be big because I have been helping others, not just myself.
Today is weigh in day, and I am really happy with the results. Last week I was discouraged, this week, I am encouraged.
I am at the 130 lb mark, and getting ready to great the 129 pound mark. Yippee!
I have seven more weeks to go until the competition. At this rate, I will be much better than last year. However, I am cautious because the body has a tendency of hitting plateaus...so I am keeping fingers crossed and NEVER cheating!
Pinky and Daisy are also a part of this Sunday weigh in. Daisy turned 3 months Sept 24th, so this is her at about 14 weeks. Together they are two little lovely scamps!
Posted by Holly Mead at 7:53 AM
Saturday, October 6, 2007
Today, once again my friend, who shall remain anonymous, did what I consider a very inconsiderate deed.
I had agreed to take her to the train station today. But she was to call me last night and discuss the details. I did not hear from her, so I called her once but and she did not answer, nor did she ever call me back and talk about the plans.
I thought she had made other arrangements.
This morning I woke up around 6:20....and still this friend had not arrived...so I went about my business...checked my house phone, and still no messages...okay... for sure she found another ride.
At 6:45, right as my coffee was brewing, and I was loading my last load of laundry, this person burst into the house.....screeching my name and DEMANDING to know if I was ready to take her to the train station.
I told her that I was not expecting her, and that her not calling me to let me know the plan was a lack of common courtesy.....
To which she replied... with sarcasm am and righteousness in her voice..." You can lecture me in the car"....She was incensed that I was not ready.....The nerve!
She stormed out the door and told me she would be waiting in the car.
Grumbling, I threw on my coat, brushed my teeth, poured my coffee in a cup to go, with all good intentions of getting her to ther desired destination.
As I was walking out the door, I heard her screaming at me that she was going to miss her train. I couldn't believe it. She had come almost 30 minutes late, and she is screaming at me...that she was going to miss the train..unbelievable.
I said "Not my problem", with as much nastiness as possible...
"Your the one that is late, not me"....
Then then she shot off some other smart ass remark.....This is where it all went down hill...and got really nasty.
Being that this is a Spiritual Dog Blog.....I must reflect upon my immature actions because I'm sure that there must have been a better method to handle the following exchange;
Because I then told her "F--K Off.I then went on to tell her that she was lucky that I did not just turn around and walk back into the house.
She again gave some sorta smart answer that riled me even more, and then proceeded with as much snottiness as one could possibly put into the English language, to ask me if that's what I wanted to do.
I of course turned on my heel and stomped into the house.....while telling her you betcha.
Now upon reflection, I can see that both of us behaved badly.....And as I struggled with figuring out a better way to convey my dismay when someone is totally inconsiderate and rude, I found this solution.
NEXT TIME I WILL JUST MAIL IT
Posted by Holly Mead at 3:20 PM
Thursday, October 4, 2007
Parting is such sorrow.....Yes its true...Pink Pinkerton had to say good by to the boys.
The little scamp was starting to take to wondering out of the yard, down the canyon, and onto to the street which is directly below my house.
To make these matters worse, he had Daisy Girl in tow, right behind him, so I was left with no alternative, but to cut the boys loose.
Being that this is a spiritual dog blog, I began to contemplate the deep ramifications of this grave decision, and how such a thing might impact my own life.
Thus as I reflected upon the deeper meaning about this particular subject, I then came up with this spiritual nugget;
Lets take a moment to reflect on how easy life could be for all the wife's and girlfriends of the world, if we could just command the hubby or boyfriend to respect our wishes such as this;
"Honey....I'm sorry but we gotta cut the boys loose, you've been straying from the home front a little too much for my comfort, so I feel its time to let the boys go...okay sweetie?"
Thought provoking isn't it?
Pinky is now two weeks out of surgery and has recovered and doing fine. He does not appear to miss the boys.
In memory, I present Pinky as he once was....one more time....say good by to the Pinky as we once knew him...
Posted by Holly Mead at 12:41 PM
Tuesday, October 2, 2007
Yesterday, we had a bad day. That bad dog Chico Martini bit poor Daisy Girl, when all she wanted was a little interaction.
A Snippet of Daisy and Chico
You see, Daisy Girl has a thing for that bad dog Chico Martini, she appears for some unknown reason to need his approval. She is always trying to get his attention by coming over to him, and very shyly lifting her little paw up into the air, and then swiping it, in a bashful, flirting type of motion that sweetly sends the message that says " I like you, will you play with me?"
Here is a snippet of her love object:
That bad dog Chico Martini decided he had had enough of her puppy admiration, and on behalf of him and Orbit, he decided it was time to clobber sweet Daisy Girl. Once he made this decision his wrath was swift and severe, as he attacked her with a ferocious growl and then a swift bite....
Daisy Girl was scared witless, peeing as she ran towards me, and more sadly the poor little innocent appeared ashamed and was demoralized. Her hero had just rejected her and she was devestated.
Of course I cuddled her and told her it was going to be okay, and that the bad dog Chico Martini really did care for her...
But that night, while we were in bed, as she was curled up in a sweet little ball right next to my neck, I began to worry for my sweet Daisy Girl. You see, she is so small and her ego so fragile. She is so sweet, it is like she is an angle that is not for this world, and I have been so very lucky to have this little innocent touch my life.
I needed a plan to protect my sweet angel...I decided that Daisy Girl needs to get with the program. Time to beef her up, just like me, put some muscles on this little miniature dog's frame. And if you know me, once I make up my mind to follow up with a plan; I DO IT!
That being said, just like me, I know that my Daisy Girl needs some inspiration. So being the consummate coach, I have provided her with a much needed role model.
We have this picture hanging on the refrigerator for Daisy's daily motivation: I think it will do the trick...Go Daisy Girl....You can do it!
Monday, October 1, 2007
This is my favorite secret for this week. But its really not a secret, is it?
Think about how the nation came to an uproar about that football player and dog fighting.....as opposed to being evenly remotely upset when there are so many humans who do go homeless and die everyday...
I do have to admit that I will ALWAYS give money to a homeless person who has a dog.... which is not always the case when they are alone and asking for funds. Hmmmmm
I also performed my first political action this week because I have a shameless secret which is:
I HAVE NEVER VOTED IN MY LIFE!
Yup..... I HAVE NEVER VOTED
Thats going to change. I gave my first political donation to.............try to guess...Never mind, I'll tell you:
A whopping $10 bucks. HAHAHAHAHA....like she needs my measly $10 bucks...But it made me feel like I am part of the process.