You choose. Be happy.

So I haven’t been here for a while. But this was too good not to share.

Warning: This is about get a little preachy.

Life is all about choices. Whatever you do, whatever happens, you can choose happiness. It may be harder at times than others – I know that firsthand – but you can still choose. My favorite line of the whole thing?

“Enjoy ¬†your relationship with yourself, and then anyone who comes in will enter into a party you already started.”

I got a party goin’ on. I love that.

Oh, another favorite: “If you don’t see yourself as valuable, nobody else will.”

And: “If you don’t like you, it makes it hard for me to like you.”

And my final favorite is:¬†Relationships – with God, your spouse, your friends, your kids – are important because, “You can’t be fruitful by yourself.”

But stop reading. Go watch the video. It’s way better than I could ever say.


No excuse

So I have no excuse for not blogging. None.

But I can’t even wear socks that match my pants and shoes, so what do you expect?


Seriously? I don’t even have the excuse of dressing in the dark. I thought these socks were black, just like my pants and shoes. Nope. Blue.

At least my shirt isn’t on inside out. Yes. That happened.

Does anyone else wonder how I manage? Because I do.

Day 5: Thankful for farmers

Day 5 thankful

This one hits home with me. Why do some folks out there think that family farms are obsolete, that all farms are “corporate” farms – whatever that means. Yes, 97 percent of farms are family businesses – and the key word there is “business.” Just like any other business on Main Street, businesses in this day and age must continue to grow to remain viable. The family farm of today looks little like the 1950s version, but that’s not a bad thing. In fact, in 1950 my family’s farm was a one man show. My grandpa milked a few cows and delivered milk around town. Today, my family has grown that farm to support three Campbell families plus several full-time and part-time employees. I’d say that’s a good progress.

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Day 3: Thankful for farmers

Day 3 thankful

Why yes, I am aware that I missed a few days. But hey, let’s be honest. I’m unorganized and have a few balls in the air. So sorry for the delay. I’ll get caught up. I promise.

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Day 1: Thankful for farmers

Farmers and ranchers and the entire agriculture industry often go unnoticed. They simply go about their work, raising food for the world while the world eats. But during the month of Thanksgiving, High Plains Journal wants to remind consumers to be thankful for those who put food on their tables each and every day of the year. This month, I’ll be sharing the series with you, in hopes that you will say a little prayer of thanksgiving for the farmers and ranchers of the world.

Day 1 to be thankful

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Cinnamon addiction

I seem to have developed a cinnamon addiction. Over the years, I have gravitated toward any cinnamon flavored candy. Hot Tamales. Cinnamon gum. Cinnamon bears. You get the idea. But my latest problem has been these Cinnamon Fire Jolly Ranchers.


I’m going to blame this particular addiction on our executive assistant at work. She has a basket of Jolly Ranchers on her desk. I walk by, I sort through the candy for a Cinnamon Fire Jolly Rancher and I eat it. And then I want another. And another.

Not good. Not good at all.

So I finally bought my own bag and hid them in my desk.


Probably I should share. And really, I intended to when I bought the bag. Since I had eaten so much of her candy, I thought it would be nice to by a bag to replace it. Except I opened it and started eating it myself. And there it is, still in my drawer.

I don’t really know what I expect to accomplish by posting this, but I guess admitting your addiction is the first step to the recovery process, right?!

Today is unusual

One of the first things I do every day, is look at my calendar for the day. Ok. I don’t always do that and sometimes I miss appointments. Like last night when I should have taken my oldest son to a meeting. I forgot.

That was until my phone beeped at me 15 minutes before it was to start and by then, it was way past time to be able to get there before the meeting was over. I’ve recently switched to an electronic calendar that I can sync with my phone. It is supposed to keep me from making those mistakes, but hey. Nobody’s perfect.

Back to the point. This morning, this is what my calendar looked like.

And this is what my afternoon and evening looks like.

I intend for this to be glorious. I am checking things off my “To-Do” list right and left. Hence, a new blog post.

And if you are my friend and know that I’ve forgotten to put something on here, just don’t burst my bubble. Let me enjoy it. Please?