Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

Use Your Words

The word is your oyster, and so is the world, when you use your words.

Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

Halo

You’ll never believe what happened to me at a big-box name brand store.

Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

1-800-KARMA

Living the dream within fifteen minutes or less.

Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

The Belle

You too can dwell in the consciousness of “ALL IS WELL.”

Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

Calling Card

It’s all about inspiration and a little bit of levity.

Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

Go Higher

What to say to an ego that won’t let go.

Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

A Wise Word

Wise words from an 89-year-old hot shot to a newlywed husband.

Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

Not So Subtle

From subtle to sublime, it’s your choice every time.

Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

Deeply, Truly

How to take that first dive into the world of possibilities.

Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

To Forgive

Forgiveness: Now that’s a hard pill to swallow.

Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

The Bear Facts

From follies to facts, and why we need to pay attention.

Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

Free-range

Quieting the mind with some good old common sense.

Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

Fuss Butt

How not to freak out when company visits. But don’t listen to me. I freak out.

Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

Sensei

My face takes on the appearance of a mood ring.

Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

Grow On

Unexpected advice from a spiritual counselor.

Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

True Grit

This is where my petticoat and I brave it alone.

Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

True Love

The “tsunami” hit around 3 p.m.

Finding Your Yes

Breathe

Memories of a Forgotten Lifetime

Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

Work-arounds

The fireworks began a little earlier than planned.

Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

Mistakes

My Higher Self decided it was time to step in on my behalf.

Your Goat Gets Got A Lot

Delayed

There is a good reason why.

Breathe

Memories of a Forgotten Lifetime

In One Ear and Out the Other

A dose of realism over idealism.

My husband loves to eat sourdough bread; however, it comes with a catch. Our local grocer sells it unsliced. So on those days when my husband prepares a turkey sandwich, I will inevitably find the carving knife in the kitchen sink. Why he doesn’t use his gas-powered chainsaw to slice the bread is beyond me. Each implement is roughly the same length in size.

We’ve had numerous conversations where I have specifically pointed out the location of the bread knife. Bread knife, meet bread, meet my husband.

I suppose when you live with someone day in and day out, things are bound to go in one ear and out the other. It’s only human nature. And that’s why it is important to know when to brush things off and when to not give a darn.

Marriage and its daily interactions require a healthy dose of realism over idealism. Do I really care that my husband uses a carving knife? No. I actually find it quite humorous and endearing. I just hope when he opens his next bottle of soda pop that he won’t resort to using his tractor forks.