Here we are, the last day of January. Are you still resolving, er, goal-setting? Or have you settled into your old routine and can’t wait for February to hit with it’s white sales, bikini displays at the mall and Superbowl feasts or Valentine’s Day treats?
I’m still on the bandwagon, trying to not to stray from the straight and narrow by bingeing in the deep end.
I subscribe to this newsletter and this week she shared a nugget that nailed me to a T.
“There’s a lot of talk about what we need to do to make our changes stick…So often, we get caught up in what the 10th step is going to be. We freak out about how we’re going to handle a lapse in commitment two months down the line when our shiny new change isn’t quite so shiny and new anymore.”
Yep, that’s me. But hopefully not for much longer.
Although he’s officially handed over the reins, 82 year old farmer Bill Rempp still continues to work alongside his son Kevin on the 1,200 acre family farm in central Iowa, better known as the heartland of America. And some days—when he’s lucky—you just might find his 6-month-old great grandson, Will, in the bucket seat next to him.
Will is poised to be a seventh generation farmer in the Rempp family tree and his great grandpa proudly shared this photo with me.
I was one of several invited food bloggers who traveled to Des Moines, Iowa to learn about Iowa corn and farm-fresh foods from farmers like Bill Rempp on the annual Iowa Corn Quest Tour sponsored by the Iowa Corn Growers Association.
I’m an inquisitive sort, so meeting food producers and getting to know more about where my food comes from is one of my favorite parts of this job. I think everyone can admit that there’s room for improvement when it comes to transparency in food and agriculture. And happily, that same belief was one I heard from the farmers themselves.
Doesn’t most everyone who isn’t a farmer have an idyllic take on what living on a farm would be like?
Sometimes you feel like you’re batting a thousand, and sometimes you just don’t.
I’m watching The Biggest Loser as I write this. Well sort of watching, it’s more in my sideline view. Those people are seriously changing their lives. 160 pounds lost and more? I mean wow. They have a team and millions of eyeballs motivating them to succeed and the big money prize for the winner doesn’t hurt.
But they themselves are making it happen.
I also watched the State of the Union address tonight. I cried at the President’s introduction of Army Ranger Cory Remsburg, a man who fought for his country and who on his 10th deployment (TEN!??!) was nearly killed by a massive roadside bomb in Afghanistan.
Tonight he was celebrated by President Obama and a 3 minute standing ovation from both sides of the divided aisle.
Another birthday has simply flown by and the result was me and my candles being blown away by sweet and caring friends and family.
While Justin Bieber was out and about making these dogs seriously concerned and Captain and Tenille stunned me by calling it quits (but what about Muskrat Love??), there were many sweet overtures, gifts and wishes that made their way to me this birthday, but none quite as surprising as this.
Last week I visited my friend Annalise’s blog where she posted the delicious looking cake above. In jest I commented, “Ahem…SOMEBODY has a birthday next week and would really, really love this cake delivered to her door. Just sayin’. Gorgeous.”