Showing posts with label Blogging. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Blogging. Show all posts

Wednesday, April 28, 2010

"That's Normal Though, Right?"


I am super excited to tell you all about my new blog!


It has the unlikely title of, "That's Normal Though, Right?" (click for link)


You see, I think that (for me) blogging is all about this quintessential question. It is a forum to express, to communicate, to share and seek validation and commensuration from my peers. We all look to one and other in our quest to figure out what to expect in and from life....


And so I got to thinking, How many times have I asked or been asked, "That's normal though, right?" And what if there were a blog based around such a question....wherein I, or anyone, could pose their ponderings....where no inquire would be to insignificant.... a no holds barred, anything and everything forum open to the bloggerdome universe! A place where everything from the mundane to the risque is fair game! And all out question and answer orgie!!!...
I got a little carried away there, didnt I? Sorry.
The problem with getting such a blog off the ground is that it'll only be interesting if there are enough people willing to play along... so I hope you some of you might be so kind as to stop over and check it out. If you think the idea is schlock please dont be shy in saying so. I can take it:)

Sunday, March 7, 2010

Blessed is the Quiet

(Please excuse Arial. I just felt she belonged with this post for some odd reason. Which actually got me thinking about Arial from the movie The Little Mermaid... and how the title is kind of funny because Arial, the mermaid in the movie wasnt that little... in fact she was pretty average in size... which makes me think that the title "The Mermaid" had either already been taken or just didnt have the same ring to it... either way... on to my post about "being quiet" ... which I've pretty much blown to hell now by writing this super rambling photo caption and singing "Under-da-sea" to myself in a Jamaican accent... which makes me wonder why the crab was Jamaican... made me wonder enough to look it up and discover that his real name is Horatio Ignatius Crustaceous Sebastian.. but he just goes by Sabastian for short... which is great because that guy from CSI Miami is named Horatio and I cant stand that weasley bastard.... but I guess I better leave that quandary for another time.)


I love to blog. I love the blogs of my peers. But these past few months I've been more content to remain quiet and have not been inspired to write and share or even to explore and comment on others blogs, no matter how much I value their authors. I am not bored of this format of creativity and still very much care to keep this blog alive. But not today. And not yesterday. And maybe not even tomorrow. Though the writing of this post is a contradiction of sorts.

As women we feel this inherent need to share- to express and commensurate. We also sometimes feel the need to wrap ourselves in the comforts of home and tune out the world at large, to seek that quiet place within ourselves and rest a while there. So please excuse me if I take this time. And don't be surprised if I change my mind tomorrow... another distinct female trait, fickleness, is one I'm certainly guilty of at times:)

Thank you for your well wishes for my sister.... She is resting and healing.

Monday, November 16, 2009

Neglect and Abuse Cases- What can be done?

I think that, given Fugly's blog is umpteen times bigger than my own, it is safe to assume that anyone concerned with the issue of the "starving reining horses" in Washington have either already seen Fugly's blog or will in the near future.

Fugly's decision to publish the name and ranch of those who are accused of starving some reining horses in Snohomish County Washington was one I previously chose not make in light of the fact that I was unable to ensure that any information I posted was factual and/or that it served the purpose of helping the horses concerned.

Bloggers are not held to the same ethical standard as journalists, but with the evolution of the Internet in our culture, more and more of the public has come to rely upon blogs as a source of news and information and as such, I feel we bloggers must take responsibility for ensuring that anything we write, when presented as fact, is such and that the rights of the individual are being respected. Laws against libel and slander exist, in part, to avoid the mob mentality and potential for vigilantism that can be created when the public's emotion is called to rise by those who offer neither facts, an un-bias opinion or a solution.

While it may seem I am putting the rights of those who may be violating the responsibilities inherent in owning and caring for animals, over the concern for those who are being subject to their abuses, I'd like to point out that attacking the accused does little to help the situation, and in fact may be counterproductive.

My reason behind first blogging about this issue was to hear from people that knew of the situation first hand and to find out what was being said and done to help those horses. I also wanted to express my shock that such neglect could happen to animals so valuable.

After writing that post I e-mailed a number of people in an attempt to find out- First, what was true; Second, what had already been done; and Third, what more I could do to help.

In the past, when faced with a case of neglect, abuse, and/or horses that are in need of the public's help I have found it most helpful to first ask:

Who has power to feed, remove, view and control these horses?

The answer almost always is the owner and the government.

Those who have the greatest position of influence- friends, family and peers- are most likely to be able to persuade the owner to accept help. In this case I am sure Judy Caton was overwhelmed by the e-mails, phone calls and visitors from all of these concerned fellow breeders and trainers in her community. Anyone in a position of influence, that was willing to do so, has no doubt already tried to remedy the situation.

If social pressure from an owner's peer group is unable to persuade him or her, it seems unlikely the public would fair much better.

And so that leaves us with government intervention and Fugly's suggestion that Animal Control be called. Obviously, if anyone is witness to any kind of abuse or neglect it is our responsibility to report it to the local Animal Control office. However, I worry that rallying a group of third parites together to call on mass will do little but overwhelm the office staff, who are probably overrun with the unfortunate byproduct of this economy (unwanted, neglected and abandoned animals.)

My experience has been, in such cases where it seems the local authorities are doing little or nothing to resolve the problem, it is because they are subject to certain legal procedures and protocols in order to seize property (and horses are considered property). Restrictions like whether there is enough feed on the property to for the number in the herd, mitigating circumstances that could have lead to the horses declining health, the owners explanation, the person(s) responsible for their care vs. owner(s) etc.. are all factors that could leave the humane society will little choice to but wait for the situation to decline. No amount of public outcry can change the ability for local animal control to act in a case where there is no legal merit. As these laws are made at the legislative level, I think we are better served to put the presure of such social activism against those who have the power to exact change.

Another source of potential change within the industry could be within the governing bodies of equine sports like the NRHA, NCHA or NSBA not to mention breed associations like the AQHA or APHA. Should these organizations take stand on the breeding and husbandry practises of their members? Should limits be placed on breeders? Should licences or registration privileges be revolved for abuse or neglect cases?

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Video Blog!!

Click the video below to have this post narrated... it is my new experiment! (And no, there is nothing wrong with your video... I only recorded my voice...I didnt think you'd apprecaite seeing my bathrobe, messy hair, laundry piled up in the corner or chapped lips.)




Well, I'm going to try something different here.... you see, I am a multi tasker, as we women generally are. It is, perhaps, an evolutionary byproduct of raising children, of the generations of women who efficiently and seemingly effortlessly went about the daily tasks of maintaining a household with a baby one hip, a toddler under foot and umpteen children run about the house set on mayhem or killing themselves in some manner or another. I dont know about you but I can stir a pot, close a cupboard door, talk on the phone, and swat a cat off the kitchen counter without conscious thought...where as most men...well... you know.

I tend to be the same way on the computer... right now I have five different "pages" up- my hotmail, this blog and a google page with a search for Jonathan Field clinic info, and my messanger. During the course of writing this post I'll jump from one to the other on countless occasions...which probably accounts for the scattered nature of my posts... While I love to stop by to visit my fellow blogger's and read all about the lives, times, horses and opinions of these fabulous people's lives, I sometimes find that I just dont have the attention to devote to reading a long post, no matter how interesting....sometimes I wish that I could hit a button and have it read to me!

Which is part and parcel of why I've decided to offer a video-blog (is that a term?) of some of my posts. I really had hoped that I when I finally purchased a new horse I could start posting some short video posts of our adventures together but at this point that is not in the cards and so I figured, why not just get started by reading my some of post aloud! That way you other chronic-multi-taskers are free to go browse horse sale ads or make the bed... or whatever while listening to my oh-so-sexy (ha ha) narrate my often rambling and sometimes ranting posts.

And if nothing else, it will entertain me for a while...after all, I can only feed my Hawkydog so many carrots...although I have to say that yesterday's carrot intake resulted in some rather festive Halloween colored... well... you know.

Bye for now!

Oh! And do you think I have a Canadian accent?

Sunday, March 22, 2009

My New Blog!


Well, I went and did it! I started a new blog!

As many of you may already know, I am a self confessed horse-shopaholic. Most days I will check out at least one or two horse ad sites and inevitably one or two horses will make their way in to my infamous Favorites File.... Never to see the light of day again.... But these horses! They want to come out of the file! They want to be set free! To run and frolic in the land of bloggerdome!.... For all of you other fellow horse lovers to admire and enjoy!

So I have created a second blog where I will post a few links to my daily "finds" and I will also feature one "Favorite Pick of the Day".

Feel free to stop on by! Dont be shy to leave a comment and tell me what you think!

Here is a link....

CHELSI'S FAVORITES!

Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Pictures of Poppie and 200 Posts


As women, I think we are all entitled to wake up in the morning feeling nostalgic, sad and emotional for no good reason. Its a hormonal thing, I'm sure. This morning I woke up with a ball of tears at the back of my throat, just waiting for a valid (or not so valid) excuse to break free. And so why I would feel it necessary to go rooting through old pictures on day such as this I really couldn't say- but of course I did and of course it didn't take me long to find something to get teary over. One picture of my Poppie is all it took because a photo of him is not so much a reflection of his physical body, as a snapshot of whatever his thought or feeling was at that given moment in time, when with the flash of a bulb and the click of shutter, there captured forever in the folds and lines of his face, the contemplative, absorbed, mirthful, or tranquil expression of his soul.

Sometimes it is the setting in which my Poppie sits that brings rushing forth a wealth of memories- so that in one moment, with one look at a picture of him on his boat, surrounded by the ocean sound he loved, I am able to step back in time to join him there- to smell the salty water around us, feel the touch of a summer sun on my face and the gentle swell of waves under foot.

Some days my overactive imagination and overabundance of emotion feels more like a burden than a blessing. It is that abundance which most often defines me as a person, both for the good and the bad. But today it is that which has allowed me share in my Poppie's presence again and it is that which allows me to not leave him behind in memory and in time. And so today, for that, I am thankful.

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Today Marks my 200th Post!...

July 12th, 2008 I started this blog as a outlet of personal expression and as a forum for creative writing practise. I never imagined how many wonderful people I'd meet or how much your comments would come to mean to me. Through this blog I rediscovered a passion for writing... a passion that has since set me on a course that may one day, if I'm lucky, shape my life. Thank you for coming along for the ride.

Y'all come back, ya hear?