Yellow is for FUN!

Have you heard of www.colorcode.com?  I took the test a little over six months ago in preparation for a training event for my business.  I was quite surprised to find out that I am a "yellow"  which means I am motivated by FUN.  Here is the color code description for yellow:

Yellows are motivated by Fun. They are inviting and embrace life as a party that they're hosting. They love playful interaction and can be extremely sociable. They are highly persuasive and seek instant gratification. Yellows need to be adored and praised. While yellows are carefree, they are sensitive and highly alert to others' agendas to control them. Yellows typically carry within themselves the gift of a good heart.
Yellows need to look good socially, and friendships command a high priority in their lives. Yellows are happy, articulate, engaging of others and crave adventure. Easily distracted, they can never sit still for long. They embrace each day in the "present tense" and choose people who, like themselves, enjoy a curious nature. yellows are charismatic, spontaneous, and positive; but can also be irresponsible, obnoxious, and forgetful. When you deal with a YELLOW, take a positive, upbeat approach and promote light-hearted, creative, and fun interactions.

During the event and in the time since I have come to realize that YES, I am very much a yellow! I am very motivated by FUN and when I incorporate fun into everything I do, I am much more successful! I had hidden my yellowness as far a work was concerned for decades.  Because of the type of work I did, I was forced to "be" red, a color type that is motivated by power.  I have to tell you, it took a toll on me and is probably why I was never truly happy in those jobs.  Reds have many wonderful traits, such as organization and yellows do not generally have that trait, so one very good thing that came from my being forced into redness, was that it taught me to be organized, however that being said I am so very happy that I have now embraced my yellowness.  It has made my life much more FUN!

  

LOVIN' LIFE!

I have officially been my own boss since January 4, 2012 and I have to say I absolutely LOVE IT! There's nothing like being able to wake up when my body says it's time, or being able to work from wherever I want (including Mexico),

not being limited in the amount of money I can make, being able to take off during the day to take the dog for a drive,

and I absolutely LOVE having being able to work with my furchild by my side (and in my purple and pink penguin pajama pants, say that 3 times really fast)!

 There is also the added bonus of being able to help people achieve their health and wealth goals as well. Have I mentioned that LIFE IS GOOD lately?

Because it really, Really, REALLY is!

Going Home!

I am going home for Thanksgiving! I am so excited! I am going to cook everything my mom used to make and hopefully no one will go to the ER. Wish me luck, better yet, wish my brother and our guests luck! I promise to post pictures and yes, daddy in heaven, I am buying the pies so the fire department can have the holiday off!

Then, after I get back from Montana, I will have to work 4 count them FOUR days and then I will be OFF TO MEXICO! I can almost taste the margaritas!

Love you all, hug your family close and have a wonderful night!

I can has pazzport

The world is my oyster. Life is good.

San Diego, the last days

My friend Melissa and I in Spokane Airport getting ready for our trip to beautiful San Diego!
The trip was to our companies Celebration, but the pictures below are of the last day we spent in SD. We had a blast. I will write about Celebration at a later date. The pictures are courtesy of Melissa, I, gasp, didn't take my fancy camera, because I wanted to live this event, not photograph it.

The Weston Gaslamp. Our home for 5 days.

What I'd been waiting for...my feet in salt water. Does it get any better?

Tarra and I astern, see how I'm getting a hang of the pirate talk? Yar Matey!

Tarra, Melissa and I (I'm in the middle with the huge grin--I'm on water, woohoo!)

Landing at Coronado

The end of the US!

Sea Lions lounging.

Submarine

The boat used in the Pirates of the Caribbean

Star of India

Naval Museum in San Diego Harbor

The last stop on the trip, Salt Lake City and then we were home, again.

What a difference a few months makes!

Pretty surprising what eating the best food on the planet can do for a gal, eh?

I can't believe the difference in, well everything, since i started my wellness program. I am happy ALL the time, and it's not because of the weight loss, it's because I feel so darned good. Something has happened on a cellular level and it feels AMAZING! I have energy every single day, my mind is clearer, my thoughts are brighter, it's like a big cloud had been hanging over my head and NOW IT IS GONE!

The "after 6 months" photo was taken a couple of months ago. More changes have happened since then. My skin is SO much nicer now, my hair is back to thick and healthy after the wild chemo ride, and my body is getting into a proper shape (I always said round is a shape, but I'm pretty sure it's not a proper shape for the human body). It feels like the real me had been on an extended vacation and now I'm back!

Anyway, more later! I'm off to enjoy this amazing weekend!

Daddy's Ashes

It's been over 2 years since Dad died. Not an hour has passed that I haven't thought of him. He was a great man. My mom was a great woman. They were fantastic parents. We were truly blessed in every way. In fact my brother and I often say we hit the parental jackpot.


Daddy was raised at Mystic Lake Power Plant. Dad, my brother and his crew often worked at the power plant facilities after dad moved to Absarokee and started his construction company. The picture above is of the power plant itself, which daddy and the crew re-roofed many years ago (that is copper roofing by the way). Dad loved doing jobs at Mystic, and he did a lot of them over the years. He loved it there more than anywhere, so that, of course, is where Mike and I decided to spread his ashes. We waited for over two years to do it...for many reasons, including the biggest one; we weren't ready to let go of him.

But finally, we were ready, and as we walked up the mountain today I remembered all the awesome times we had on the trail in years gone by. I could almost hear daddy asking if I needed a ride (when I was just a tot he would hoist me up on his backpack and I'd ride up there through the rough spots and on the switchbacks. I was utterly fearless because I knew my daddy wouldn't let anything happen to me). The memory was sad but more importantly, it was beautiful.

Mike and I at Fish Rock

Often during these trips, he told us stories about running up and down the steep trail to the lake. He and his siblings fished and hunted as often as possible during his childhood in the high mountains of Montana. He often mentioned a place he called Fish Rock, which was just up from the river on the trail where they would clean the day's catch of Rainbow Trout. He spoke with such joy of those days, and that is where we thought he should be.

Mike spreading daddy's ashes

It was hard to see daddy go, though I knew it wasn't really him. I always was daddy's girl and that hasn't changed in the 2 years he has been gone. But I know he is where he was meant to be. He loved that place with all of his heart and he shared that love with us and we will carry it with us always, just as he did. Thanks for everything, daddy. You may be gone, but you will never be forgotten.

Thanks, also, to my brother's college roommate and best friend through all these years. He and his family were there with us through this hard day. Fred was "adopted" by my family after college and my parents both loved him very much. I know daddy was happy today to have them there with us. I only wish Wolf had been there as well.