
Barn Southeast of Bloomfield, Indiana.
Joe is over 9 months old now. That means almost eighteen months ago I first jumped into this crazy mess that is entrepreneurship. Where my business is currently is a far cry from what I thought it would be by this time, but instead of looking at it as a negative, I'm turning it into a jumping off point. Joe is getting more independent, and a lot more cooperative (she is currently taking a nap by me just laying her down instead of being rocked--a big step for both of us), so I am letting the business come back into the light a bit.
The Gallivanting Girl has been a lifelong dream. Selling my art, traveling the county roads looking for a story or a photograph or a great antique, all with auction and yardsale fodder in the back of my truck. I'm finally getting there. I'm so excited to be able to say--yep, I'm living my dreams. This house, this farm, my husband, my daughter, all of it has seemed to be right out of my journal as a kid. I wrote about every piece of my dream life and now it's a reality. How great is that? Now all I need is to make The Gallivanting Girl into what I always wrote it to be.
Yesterday I wrote down a bit of a re-vamp list of things I need to start doing in order to help push myself forward. I printed it out, along with an amazing inspirational quote I found and tacked them up on my newly cleaned off desk. Joe and I are going to be two very busy girls from here on out. I've got projects lined up, and auctions to check out, and photographs to edit. It's going to be magnificent.
I'll write more later, hopefully, but I've got a touch of housework to finish up with before Joe wakes up. Just thought I'd write a quick post letting everybody know that I'm finally getting a true chance at getting my business off the ground--and I've got VERY high hopes.
My husband is one of those people who LOVES pre-packaged food. This has been an interesting journey with him. As you can see in the background he actually saves hot mustard sauce from McDonalds to use at home--he's a sad case. He has taken to this new lifestyle fairly well--except for a few frozen pizzas he has stashed in the freezer, and a few other junk food items here and there he's sort of on the same path as me.
I can honestly say I feel amazing. I've been losing weight--although Joe breast feeding is a main cause of that. And Joe's breast feeding is a main reason for me eating better. It's pretty sobering to think--wow, whatever I eat is going to nourish my kid, so I better make it count. I eat my 'recommended daily servings' of fruits and vegetables, lots of dairy products, and plenty of water. If that's all it takes to feel great, then I'm sticking to it even after Joe is weaned. She's got a great appetite for food already too--she eats our meals right off my plate every night.
This recipe I stumbled upon on accident when I clicked on the blog
Hot Fudge Pie:











































