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I have been concentrating on self-improvement recently.  The result is not pointed directly at me.  It is pointed at family, friends, my home, and life in general.

There is a deep-seated need within me, a need to share my happiness with others.

I do not see the world as an easy place to live.  I face my own challenges such as weight gain, constant aches and pains, grown children that do not communicate across the miles, a husband that is out of work and not feeling well, friends that are having a tough time in life…and the list goes on.

I do not share my problems with people often, I share them with God.

Everyone has their own style.  My style is to be as positive as possible.  There is enough hardship in the world to bring us down without casting my own shadow upon others.

As my good friend, Omar, leader of a local Mennonite church says, “I should not complain.”  God bless him.  He inspires me. 

I went to my shop today to work on a client order.  I dug through the CD’s.  Today I was troubled with the thoughts, “Should I share my troubles with everyone, or should I give thanks and move on.”  I flipped on the CD, The Traveling Light, Songs From The 23rd Psalm.

As I worked I listened.  It all became clear to me, “I shall not fear the darkness.” 

I shall not fear the darkness.  I hope that song sticks with me for days to come.

Life is beautiful.  I am thankful.  I pray for help, just like everyone else does.  I have my moments.  I dig myself back out.  I am strong, I know I am.  But I am also weak.  I will admit to it.

For now, I choose to shine as much as I can for everyone around me.  It is what I was designed to do.

I met each and every business goal this year.  I did what I said I was going to do, and more.  I worked hard 

But, what got put on the back burner? Personal goals.

I will not bother with listing all of those goals here, not today, but I will mention the one personal goal I am pursuing (as of last Monday), the weight loss goal.

I got out of bed Monday morning, made my coffee, sat down for a moment to ponder, and realized I was the only one that could fix the gradual weight gain problem.  My choice was to either continue to procrastinate, let my brain control my habits, turn into a rolly-polly, or I was to set my foot down and take care of myself.  I chose to take care of myself.

One of my obstacles has been well-meaning friends.  No excuse, is it? The comments I hear are, “You are not that out of shape.”  “You look good to me.” “If I was not married, I would date you.”  “Don’t go and think you have to be sickening thin to be pretty.”  Oh my word…they are innocent comments, comments that I appreciate very much.  Dear friend(s), I am gaining way too much weight, and I feel uncomfortable.  I am not going after weight loss because I feel ugly.  I simply want to feel healthy. 

Dear husband, thank you for your support! I can tell he feels enthused, and normally he goes on his own path of eating healthier when I do.  I cannot ask for better than that.  He does not tell me what to do, and he makes no comments, but there is something there that tells me he knows what I am going through.  I love him for that. 

My husband is not a vegetable eater.  I normally take vitamins to counteract my lack of vegetables.  This week I decided I had to adopt better nutrition despite the fact that he only likes corn and green beans.  I sat down tonight with a large bowl of steamed asparagus.  I sat the bowl down to the left of my plate, where it was not within his peripheral vision.  I told him to not look.  He did.  And he looked sick.  I said to him, “I have to eat healthier.”  Sweet as he could be, he replied, “I know you do.”

Thank you!

Anyhow, that is my story.  It is about being in a frame of mind to take better care of me, and everything that surrounds me.  I am living healthier on purpose! It is my God-given duty!

Have a beautiful weekend!

I had a very enjoyable day today. 

My husband has had knee problems recently.  I join him on some of his job runs, in case he needs a driver for the return trip home.  I truly enjoy his company.

As I waited for my husband to emerge from the muddy construction site today, I played with my mobile phone.  I made a video of the chicken pen near our truck (after I shot the above photo).

When I went into my shop tonight to make soap I made several videos.  It really was fun, and I want to share one of them with you.  But I cannot figure what to save the videos to on the PC, what type of file, to ensure I can play them as a video (and eventually submit to the blog). 

Any thoughts, ideas, suggestions, or perhaps a link to an educating site online?

Have a wonderful Friday!

I will admit, I drink bottled water at home.  Our water is very hard, containing a lot of iron.  Our water did pass the last safety check.  The problem is it does not taste like crystal clear pristine water.

The jury is out when it comes to plastic bottle safety.

Some say plastic bottles are safe when they are made from polyethylene terephthalate (PET).  I use PET bottles and containers for my lotion and cream products.  

Some reports say PET bottles are safe to reuse (for water or food), only as long as they are washed properly, just like we would wash a cup or a glass.

Some reports say potentially harmful substances leach from bottles when the bottles become too warm (for example), or when the bottles are etched or reused.  Others say plastic bottles are safe as long as they do not contain bisphenol-a (BPA).

The last couple of cases of water that I have purchased have tasted “off,” which brings me to thinking about what I (we) are drinking.  I know the contents are considered safe, but it makes a person wonder…shouldn’t we simply invest in glass and stainless steel, and drink the safest water we can get our hands on? I am on a well, the water has been tested, I know it is safe. 

Tap water in a city is another issue.  Again, throw the hands up in the air and say, what do you do? I read headlines yesterday that said city tap water can contain undetected drugs and waste.  The water cannot be tested for each and every substance, the testing process is monumental.  But still, some are saying that bottled water is less safe than tap water, based on this report from the United States Government Accountability Office.

Do we just do our best? Hope for the best? Are  spoiled? Should we get used to what comes from our faucets and deal with it?

Goat Milk

A few days ago I poured 2 ounces of whole cow milk into a cup, thinking it would be a quick refreshing drink. 

I took a sip…blech!!!!

Several thoughts crossed my mind.  The milk did not taste right.  It tasted metallic.  It seemed processed.

Then I realized I had not tasted store bought milk in several years.  I do not drink milk often, it mainly goes into soap and lotion.  When I do put goat milk up for myself, I filter and drink it raw, ice cold.   

What a difference!

It was like comparing the taste and texture of a fresh summer garden tomato to a store bought hot-house tomato purchased in the middle of January!

How I would love to be totally self-sustaining on the farm.  I would love to grow every ounce of our own food.

Can you imagine how much healthier we might be if we shrugged all processed foods?

I have been nibbling on protein bars here and there, helping me to fill in the gaps between meals.  Reading the labels on the boxes tells me, “You can do better than that, lady!” I would be better off drinking 4 oz. of fresh milk.  It would work the antibodies up in my blood, not to mention lower cholesterol, amongst other helpful things. 

What do you think, have you had dreams of being self-sufficient, or at least nearly so? 

Do you think we, as a whole, could be much healthier without the chemicals and processing of our food?

Survey Posted

I have a survey posted here

The survey will help me with product, customer service, and website plans for 2010. 

If you have not completed the survey via email (folks that receive my newsletter also received the survey), I would very much appreciate your input!

I love to make plans in writing, it works…and it is the planning time of year!

2010 is knocking at our doors.

Have a wonderful Tuesday!

Rosemary Mint Goat Milk Soap

Rosemary Mint Goat Milk Soap

I need your thoughts!

Rosemary mint is an all natural goat milk soap that I carry.

The soap contains rosemary and peppermint essential oils, along with very fine ground rosemary.

I love the soap, but it has not sold very well!

Last month I sold a number of bars to one person, and again this month to a different client.

Guess what? Rosemary mint goat milk soap is now out of stock.  I will be making more.

I am also sold out of clean laundry fragranced soap.  I made 2 batches last week to ensure I do not run out again.

I was discontinuing both products because they were not popular, they were not selling. 

I said I would not discontinue a product without first announcing it.  I will post the question/announcement here and on the newsletter before I discontinue a product.  I do not care if soap sits for 6 months as long as enough people want to buy it.  Goat milk soap, especially all natural soap, seems to get better with age.  It continues to harden, and in most cases, such as a rosemary soap, it retains its fragrance. 

I am bouncing my thoughts off on you, I need your feedback.  If you were me (have fun with that prospect, ha), and you had a soap in stock for 6 months that did not sell, would you discontinue it, ask your customers, or simply make more of that type of soap once it sold out?

I thought I would get some fun answers from you!

Happy Monday!!!

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Bosco - Happy Go Lucky

I looked at the photo of Bosco and noticed his war scrapes.  He has been through it all with larger bucks, and stood tall.  Despite the fight to survive with the giants, he continues to seek out love and attention, and he offers it readily.  He is one healthy guy both in body and spirit.

He does not wear a pair of rose tinted glasses.  He looks through his own eyes with awe, loving every moment he is alive.

In the goat world Bosco is popular.  In the human world he would not be so much.

It isn’t so popular to be polite, positive and encouraging. 

Do I care?

Yes and no!

I feel sorry for people that are negative.  I feel sorry that do not see the wealth of their own lives.  I listen, but I do no dwell.  I cannot surround myself with those thoughts.

I refuse to dwell on the negative. 

I refuse to remain angry.  Anger happens in a flash, so does frustration, and the same goes for dissapointment.  All human emotions that we were given to us upon conception.  We learn from our emotions.  It is good to turn emotion into something that builds strength, builds stanima, and makes us a better person.  Emotion is valuable based on what we do with it.

I am happy to be a part of the non-popular, on-purpose, happy group.  If I have to stand alone (I don’t), then I will.  To the end.

I am not saying this because I am in need, for I have learned to be content whatever the circumstances. I know what it is to be in need, and I know what it is to have plenty. I have learned the secret of being content in any and every situation, whether well fed or hungry, whether living in plenty or in want. I can do everything through him who gives me strength.   Philippians 4:11-13

American Made

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I bought a couple of pairs of blue jeans this week, my favorite brand, Levi’s.  Comfort and quality, and jeans that seem to fit my middle-aged figure a bit better.

I do not buy clothing often.  I am a jeans, t-shirt, sweatshirt, type of gal.  When I buy something new I find myself looking carefully at the tags, sometimes looking at where they were made after I arrive home with my purchases. 

My two new pairs of jeans were made in Sri Lanka and Turkmeniston.  Curiosity stepped in.  I looked at some of my older Levi tags.  Made in Columbia, Brazil, Mexico and Cambodia.  I stopped looking at that point.

Nothing said made in America. 

Why is that?

We speculate that American workers are all about money. 

I recently joined in on a discussion about motivating employees.  The talk went all over the place, left to right, top to bottom.  I said motivation comes from a person’s own personal passion.  Some said motivation comes from money, and nothing less these days.  Personally, money would not motivate me.  If I disliked what I was doing, no amount of money would make me feel any different. 

Would you purchase jeans that were made in America, pay more for them, to ensure the worker received their $29.99 per hour, verses the seamstress in Sri Lanka that is likely receiving $3.00 an hour, and I pray that they are not a child!

Many of us think Levi’s originated in the United States.  They did, by a Loeb Strauss, who was german born.  He developed the company “Levi Strauss & Co”.  Mr. Strauss immigrated to the United States in 1829.  Some say the original jeans fabric came from France. 

I found an interesting website AmericansWorking.com as I began thinking about American made clothing and products.  The website lists many types of products that are made on American soil.  I found a company that makes clothing and jeans, All American Clothing Company.  Their jeans look rather attractive, surprisingly they only run about $10.00 more per pair than Levi’s. 

Do I have a problem with clothing made anywhere but the United States? No.  But I am concerned about the trade balance.  I read up on that topic a few days ago.  We import a lot more than we export in this country!

I look at how many people are out of work in our country.  I look at the unemployment rate in our county alone.  I look at what we can do to keep people in work, right here, in our country.  And I wonder…how do we resolve this? How do we get ourselves back to being proud, proud to say, this is American made?

Today I arrived home a bit late.  The animals knew I was late.  I do believe they have internal sun clocks. 

The deep glare of all of the hungry critters, accompanied by the time I spent away from the farm (enjoying a beautiful countryside ride), brought out sheer appreciation of my farm life this evening.

They  were squealing…

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Henrietta and Friends - Growing!

Caleb, our great Pyrenees mix, said…

Mom...I have done a good job today...I am hungry too! See me do my dance?!

I have been a good guard dog...now I am dancing for my food!

The cats were lined up at the gate…ready for warm goat milk…

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More cats in the feed room…

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Protecting the feed sacks...looking for a "live" snack...

Come on…are you going to feed us or take pictures all evening????

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Left Camille (nubian), Right Carmella (nubian), Frosted ears in front (nubian/boer) Ms. Red

And the beautiful nubian that is finally beginning to grow…

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Amelie - Whom greets me with kisses on the chin and a nubian hum every day.

And those that seem to be expanding way too much…a boer doe that looks ready to pop…could not possibly have been bred in June!

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Valentine - Going to need her own personal electric scooter soon!

What a troop they are! I love them all. 

Have a wonderful Friday!

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