If Finders are Keepers then – I’m a Real Loser ……

I lose EVERYTHING.  I lose things while I’m in the process of looking for other things. The biggest and most regrettable thing I lost was my engagement ring from my first marriage. It was a beautiful ring and I know that it was picked out with love.  My most recent things Ive lost are a stack of important money saving receipts and my FitBit.  My FitBit is super important because it helps me keep track of my sleep.  The funny thing is  – I know it’s in my house and I distinctly remember taking it off while I was all dressed to go to a wedding two weeks ago.  0e5d74b185ad93d0dcf3e8e5cbd77b20.png

So, why do I keep losing things? What is the best way to keep track of my lost things? Apple® came up with Find My iPhone – which I swear I use on a daily basis.  Tile® is an amazing tool to find your keys, wallet, phone or even your child and it’s reasonably priced. Click N’ Dig® has the same premise and is even cheaper. But what about the rings? Fitbits? and receipts of the world?  I’ve been trying these tips to help me stay organized:

  •  I’ve tried putting things in a special designated area. I suppose I need to become more disciplined, because it always seems like it’s that one time I don’t do it – that I lose it. So, what’s a girl to do?  Maintain order – keep your designated areas clean and clutter free.  I’m a clutter bug – so this part is always a work in progress.  Make sure I ALWAYS use the same designated area and when I get too lazy remind myself how much I owe to Saint Anthony. 
  • I started using a bulletin board in the kitchen.  Even though it gets crowded quickly – it reminds me not to forget things that are due.  Bills, meal prep calendars, cleaners tickets, and doodles all make it up onto the board.  I like having everything in one place.  I’ve been keeping my calendar up there as well – and color coding it.  I feel like the less things I have to remember – the less inclined my crowded brain is to lose or forget something.
  •  I also know that mindfulness plays a big key in not losing things, too. Staying focused and in the moment – consciously aware of where you are placing something is key. It’s tough, but crucial. I know that there are times when I “focus” on doing something – knowing it is a fantastic place to put something.  Then when I come back to it – I realize i was neither truly focusing on it nor was it a fantastic place to put it. Working on my mindfulness skills is not only helpful with me keeping track of things but emotionally too. Staying in the present moment – is proven to lower stress and anxiety

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  • As silly as this last one is going to seem – stop taking things off even when I think I’m going to remember it.  It’s as if the country song Tequila Makes Her Clothes Fall Off by Joe Nichols was written about me.  I’ve lost my engagement ring to a wedding reception bathroom – because I took it off to lotion it. I’ve lost countless pairs of sunglasses because I’ve taken them off and placed them God only knows where.  I lost my fitbit when I was changing for a wedding.  Keeping organized and track of my things is important – but keeping them on my body is even more important.

Hopefully some of these tips can help you keep track of your things! What are some things you have lost? What tips do you have to keep track of your property? I’d love to hear from you!!!

This Week … I Love ….

 


This Week’s Favorite Thing:

 

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 Amphibians

I’ve been meaning to get to this post for a while. I absolutely, positively, most assuredly LOVE all things amphibian.  Back in my reenacting days – I would scoop them up and carry them around with me for hours. My dad’s nickname for me as a child was Froggy.

When I first moved to The Fabulous Frost Farm – I quickly confirmed that my home was a mecca to a plethora of fine amphibians!  We have plenty of toads – which happen to be a favorite of mine.  They hang out in the rock pile near my bbq and the dogs go nuts over them.  Funny enough, they all look to me to capture them and bring them to safety. Neither Harley nor Molly actually make any attempt to catch one on their own.   It’s fun to watch our good ol’ American Toads change color when they sit on the spigots outside or rub up against our house.  Most of all, my favorite thing in the world is being serenaded by the melodious hum of the Northern Gray Tree frogs and The New Jersey Chorus frogs.  Their funny yet sweet mating calls always remind me summer is right around the corner – or in July’s case – to be mindful that summer is here.

What are some of your favorite things? Are you like me – do you like insects and amphibians?

You Chick I Chick We ALL Chick for Chicken Coops

Well – it’s finally been done! We came together and built the ladies a nice big coop.  Though it isn’t exactly the coop I had in mind – we bought a nice sized coop from Tractor Supply Stores.  I like to think of it as a temporary coop for my ladies until we can afford a nicer coop. Like a “starter” coop, if you will.  What I loved about this project is that it was a chance for  Nick and his boys to get together and work on a project.

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I did some “whitewashing” and then resigned to baking the boys some chocolate cookies – for all their hard work.  It was really nice to see them work together and know that their efforts as a team would pay off.   Now, the ladies have four nice nesting boxes and a decent sized run to play and lounge in this summer.  I honestly couldn’t have asked for a better afternoon and a team of fantastic guys to make my dream come true!

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Thanks, guys! For all your hard work! I’m sure the ladies will appreciate all of your endeavors as much as I do! xoxo

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Out and Afraid, Inside and Brave

My 4 year old wether, Nubbins has been a houseguest in my house for over a month now.

He originally stayed with me at the end of November, for a week, when he went into kidney failure and I found him in the pasture unwilling to move. After 2 weeks at the vets’ office and 2 weeks at home – he went back out to keep Waffles and Persnickety company. After all, who keeps a goat in the house?

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Fast forward to March – I went out to feed and water my loves and Nubbin’s eye looked like it had been struck with a bat. It was swollen, beyond red and oozing pus. I knew immediately what it was – conjunctivitis. Nonetheless, we hoisted him into the back of the Audi and travelled back to the vet – only to be told – what I already knew. It was conjunctivitis! Nubbins was going to be a house guest once again – how exciting. This time we were more prepared and set up the cage in the kitchen with wee wee pads, water, hay and a much needed broom. Nick and I went away for a week and were blessed to have an amazing pet sitter who minded him while we were gone. I was relieved though – because this time it was going to be easy. He clearly was going to be gong back out to pasture as soon as we got home! Nope. His eye looked worse when we returned than it did when we left. Another 3 weeks of medication and TLC finally cleared up his pink eye. I made up my mind – he was going back out the very next day. I even peered right into that nice clear eye and told him so myself. “You’re going out tomorrow and trust me you’ll like it”

But as everyone knows life has a way of not going as planned. Either that or I really have a goat that wants to stay inside and is manipulating me. Because – no sooner did I utter those words – then my boyfriend’s son, Noah, turned to me and said, “Why is Nubbins bleeding so much?”
I swear – I looked into the cage and there was blood all over his wee wee pads. Initially, I thought he may have cut himself, but the more I monitored him – the more I noticed it was only in his urine. Not one to take a chance and knowing his history with his kidneys – we loaded Nubbins up for a 3rd time and went back to the vet. He was prescribed more antibiotics and a daily dosage of vitamin C.

We are now going on just about 2 months straight and my once skittish wether – is a confident glorified house goat. He drinks from the dog bowls, head butts my beagle, begs for tickles when Nick and I are sitting on the couch and insists on getting brushed with the Furminator. I never thought I would say that I love having a goat in my house. After all, who does that? But I do. Nubbins has fit in well and is working hard at being a member of this family. Once it’s time for Nubbins to go back outside – I don’t know who is going to have the harder time adjusting – him or me.

Life and It’s Shenanigans

Life has a way of getting in the way of things – and most assuredly shaking things up. After a super long hiatus – 2 illnesses diagnosed, some very difficult heartbreaks, 1 new blended family and a very chaotic life – I’m back (hopefully for good). And just in time to brag about my adorable baby chicks. My boyfriend, Nick, and I decided to invest in some adorable hybrid production Reds – which have now taken up a nice section of my dining room. Everyone is thrilled – the dogs can’t get enough of them and Nubbins (yes there is a goat in my kitchen) keeps sneaking peaks into the dining room. We’re super amped for these gals to grow up and spring to really start. What are you doing to get ready for Spring? Did you have a tough winter like us? Let me know!!
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I had an experience happen recently.   I wasn’t 100% sure of writing about it – but the emotion behind it was so overwhelming I can’t not put it down.

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Perhaps, I’m afraid that I’ll forget it – or forget what it felt like. One of those moments – you experience in life that are so profoundly intense you want to live in it forever.
Like all things -there’s a word for it: 
Mamihlapinatapai. .
Essentially – in theory it can be defined as a look shared by two people, each wishing that the other would initiate something that they both desire but which neither wants to begin”.

Though unlike most things – it has been said to be “the most succinct word.” Almost impossible to define.
An awareness so unparalleled – there are no concrete words to define it.

I knew of him – though I didn’t know him. Lord knows – he didn’t know me, but in that second when I walked past him and his eyes locked with mine – we knew each other. He stopped doing what he was doing, placing his pen down and politely pretended to be listening to the woman talking to him. But he wasn’t paying her any mind. His eyes were locked on mine. Our eyes fixed on each other.  He held my gaze and neither one planned on letting it go. A challenge, intrigue, a familiar recognition? At that moment – there were only two of us. The crowd faded away and I was left in an unexplainable limbo. I felt like he knew more and wanted more of me – than anyone had in my entire life. No one had EVER looked at me that way.  I didn’t smile, or wave – now looking back perhaps I should have. I was too overwhelmed. Not by him, per se, but the rawness of what had transpired. I kept walking into the crowd – severing the moment. I stopped. Flushed. Pulled from maelstrom of the empyrean I was drowning in, I tried to gain composure.

Oh my God …. I whispered.

Fall at the Frost Farm

I’m aware that I have been on quite the hiatus this summer.  I do have some nifty recipes and pictures to post eventually.

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