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Holy Smokes!

Do you go to bed at night, anxious about what might go wrong while you are sleeping? Do you wake from a nights sleep, anticipating what awful thing you might discover as you rise and shine to start the day? Some people do. But I’m not one of those people. I’m one of those positive people who goes through life, thinking that whatever up beat, wonderful day that I plan, is going to happen as planned.

Damn, I hate unpleasant surprises!

Guess I was thrown off from the very beginning. I was trying to get to Southern Minnesota to finalize my preparations for bow hunting. I only had a few days to spare. Boy, I got off to a bad start. It was one thing going wrong after another all morning, and into the afternoon. My hope for a noon departure soon became 4:00, then 4:30. Then after just a few miles down the road, I gave up on leaving completely—the highway was a parking lot—clearly I was better off sitting out the rush hour somewhere other than in bumper to bumper traffic. Instantly I veered onto the next available off ramp, pulled into a shopping center and made plans to visit with a friend. While it was a great decision, our visit put me at an 8:30 departure time from the cities.


Driving almost three hours on barren country roads in the dark is precarious at best. It also lends itself well as a time to practice for becoming the next “The Voice” contestant. I’ve often wondered why, when I’m driving long distances on country roads I don’t see more deer. Well, me singing at the top of my lungs with the windows down to stay awake may have something to do with it. Not only did I stay awake, but I’m pretty sure everything within 2 country miles of my vehicle did, too.

My sweet dogs, my captive audience, were actually trying to bury themselves under their dog blankets to escape my serenade. Finally, I turned left one last time, and slowly coasted down the long gravel driveway to where my toy hauler sat waiting for us. I made it to my friends farm by 11:30 pm.

How lucky, and grateful I am to have this wonderful opportunity to spend time down in farm country on this beautiful acreage! Although there are lights on inside the farm house, I know we are the only ones here. Tired, and ready to crash for the night, I pulled up next to my toy hauler, grabbed up the dogs and we piled into the trailer, ready to call it a long day and night. I was asleep before my head hit the pillow.

Next thing I knew, mother nature woke me up with quite a sense of urgency…..catapulting me out of my bed, groggy and scrambling for keys to the farm house.

The sun was up.  It was somewhere around 7:30ish. Oh no, I forgot to set my alarm. Now my plan for today is off to a bad start too!

With head down, and arms folded across my chest I staggered out the trailer—gotta go, gotta go, oh my I gotta go–and made a bee line across the yard to the back door of the farm house. I detected the faint smell of bonfire in the breeze. I got to the door, put the key in the key hole, turned the knob, pressed the door open, ripping into the kitchen to get to that bathroom just around the corner before I pee my pants and:

HOLY SMOKES!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I felt like I’d been hit in the face with a burning cloud. I was instantly disoriented, confused, and gasping for air, choking. The kitchen was a solid mass of thick grey smoke and super-hot heat that started billowing out of the back door! I froze dead in my tracks, hot burning smoke filling my nostrils, searing my eyes, and covering me like a dark, deathly blanket. I stepped back, then forward, confused and hesitating for a second, before I snapped to real time attention:


Hyper Speed would describe how fast I bolted back out of that house and across the yard.

I gotta call Ron—no, 911—no Ron, I gotta call Ron, no—OH SHIT THE HOUSE IS GOING TO BURN DOWN!

I dial my friend, Ron. Barely getting a connection, the phone rings and rings. OH SHIT he’s probably still sleeping, I can’t leave him a message……

I dial 911.

“Please help me, my friends farm house is on fire! Please send someone, please hurry. Address? OH MY GAWD I DON’T KNOW!!”

I run up to the road, and look at the mailbox but now they have a coordinate from my phone and have located me.

“Can you see where it’s coming from?”


“Is anyone inside?”


More questions that I can’t even begin to remember in my frantic panic.

“We’ve got someone on the way they will be there soon.”

“Oh please hurry!”

Now Ron is calling me back.

“Sorry, doll, I couldn’t get to the phone.” He sounds like he is still sleeping.

“Ron, um, I don’t know how to tell you this but your house is on fire.”

He’s definitely awake now.

“What do you mean it’s on fire?”

“I can’t see into the house, the kitchen is full of smoke—the house is hot, really hot and so full of smoke I can’t see!”

“Are you in there??

“No, I opened the door and there it was!”

“Is the stove on?”

“What? Why would the stove be on?”

I am now inching closer to the house, still unable to see anything inside, only smoke billowing out the door I left swinging open. I could maybe just get in there and look….real quick….

“Ron, I’m going in, I’ll see what I can see.” We get disconnected.

I gingerly step up onto the deck, then over to the open door. The heat and smoke blasting me in the face stings like a superhot sauna. With squinted eyes, and holding my breath, I step back inside the fog and two more steps toward the stove. I can barely see it—but there are heavy black streaks on the face of it, yet all the dials are turned off. I try to look deeper into the house to see if there are flames anywhere.  It’s too hot. Too smoky. I’m scared. I’ve got to get out! I start coughing and choking again, and run out the door and back across the yard.

Ron calls again. I try to tell him it seems like the stove is on, but it’s not turned on. I don’t know what I’m trying to say. I feel so dreadfully helpless and afraid.

Here comes a pick-up truck with flashing lights barreling down the road. I run across the yard, flailing arms to wave him in. He’s big and tall and is the first responder to the fire call. I already feel safe, just seeing him get out of the truck.

“Oh thank you for coming so fast! I don’t know but I think it’s the kitchen–maybe the stove?”

And so it begins. Three more trucks show up, all of the community fire guys, including Gary, the farmer that keeps his cows on Ron’s place. Then three huge fire trucks pull into the driveway, the Sherriff, the local newspaper, and several hours of questions, descriptions, several more conversations with Ron, and investigating where the smoke is coming from and where the fire is.  I am convinced that the wiring in the walls is bad and there is fire everywhere up and down the walls of that old farm house.

HlySmokes3By 10:00 a.m. the experts determine that the stove malfunctioned and “turned itself on” causing a box of Cheerios and whatever else was in the oven to burn. Huh?  It seemed so unbelievable. I didn’t understand how that could happen. It shook my faith in technology altogether. HolySmokes3Three firefighters carried the unit out of the house and hosed it down. They speculated that it probably wasn’t burning long, but if I wouldn’t have discovered it, the whole house would have gone down. It was a very somber moment.

Ron had just left the farm the day before. If he would have stayed one more night, he would have been subjected to major smoke inhalation. If I wouldn’t have had my toy hauler there, I would have brought the dogs into the house that night. We discovered while there are smoke detectors throughout the house, none of them had working batteries.

Another very somber moment.

By 10:30, the firefighters gave the ‘all clear’ to enter the house. They opened all of the windows and doors to get some fresh air circulating, checked the walls, the plugs, the breakers and turned off the breaker to the stove. HolySmokes2It was safe, but stinky in the house. They did a walk through with me to make sure I felt comfortable, and then one by one they make their exit.   By 10:40 I finally got to go pee.

I stayed on the farm all day, watching the house, resting, and organizing hunting gear. Gary was kind enough to take my number and check on me throughout the day. It wasn’t until everyone left that I realized how exhausted I was from the morning. I felt like I had an elephant on my chest from the brief smoke inhalation. I couldn’t stop thinking about how lucky I was that neither Ron, nor I were in that house last night.

But as the day wore on, I felt more and more vulnerable, fearful of things that I hadn’t ever given a thought to before. Is my toy hauler wiring safe? What if a mouse chewed into something and I don’t know? I wonder how reliable my stove is at home? What if? I wonder if? I about made myself sick with senseless worry the entire day. I needed an explanation that was believable, but didn’t get one. The stove turned itself on?  Ron’s friend Glen stopped by to see how I was doing. Gary came over just before dark to help me get all of the windows shut before the rain came. Hard as I tried, I couldn’t stop the feelings. That night, I woke up almost hourly, afraid. I would get up and go look out my window to see if the house was still there. Then I’d look at my little gas range, checking the knobs. Good grief, I don’t even have the propane turned on.

The next morning I packed up the family, closed up the toy hauler, and headed home. I broke down crying twice, called Ron once, and cried one more time before I pulled into my driveway, feeling vulnerable, alone, and fearful. It’s taking an enormous amount of effort to remind myself that I’m one of those positive people, and there’s no reason to be afraid. Things happen for a reason. Maybe it was a test. Maybe I was supposed to be there to save the farm. Maybe I was supposed to meet new friends. Maybe I wasn’t supposed to go to the woods that day.  As I try to pull myself out of this funk, I try to focus on the good. I am filled with gratitude, on so many levels. Life is a cherished gift. Every breath we take is a gift. We owe it to ourselves, and to each other, to respect, and nurture our gifts, never taking them for granted.  When I come back down next time, I’m checking those smoke detectors and bringing batteries.

Holy Smokes!

Thank you for reading my post. Was it inspiring? Scary? Funny? Unbelievable? I’d love to hear your thoughts! All comments are greatly appreciated. Life is an adventure—and it begins today! Why wait for an invitation to live an amazing life full of great experiences? There are lots of inspirational stories under my blog category, “PRs Amazing Outdoor Adventure Update”. If you like what you see, please let me know by “liking” my website. You can even join my tribe to automatically receive new postings ‘hot off the press’.

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I want to do this!     Okay.     

I will if you will.      Okay.     

You first.      No, you.     

You.      No, really, you.      No, you.


How often have you wanted to do something, but you…just….. don’t…. do it? Maybe it’s going to an event, or purchasing something, or asking for an opportunity, or meeting someone you’re interested in? You want to, but you just can’t do what it takes to get it.

What stops you from being willing?

What. Stops. You?

Is it because of something else going on in your world? An unresolved situation? Is it because of someone else? Something they said or did? What causes you to not move forward? What force or forces do you blame for stopping you from being willing to go get what you want? Ahhh, there’s that word…..blame.

How easy it is to blame outside forces for blocking us from achieving our goals. How misguided we are for believing outside forces are actually the reason—because they aren’t.Willing We are what stops us every time.


We are the cause.

When I first started my business, it was because I couldn’t find advertisers for the magazine I sold advertising space for. I was very good at my job. I did everything right; made hundreds of calls, sent dozens of proposals, did countless follow-ups and visits but just couldn’t get enough business signed. Most of the industry I worked in was composed of small, small businesses without big ad budgets. Tired, frustrated and deflated, I started to give up. I started questioning my own ability. I blamed my situation on the market. Those businesses had too many options, and not enough sales. Everyone echoed the same sentiments.

Then one day when I was panicking about another space deadline short of budget, my mentor asked me what I was willing to do to succeed. “What if all these small businesses had an affordable option for help with marketing and advertising? Isn’t that what you know best? Would you be willing to become that affordable option?”

Oh yes, I felt the sting of that slap.

But the clouds parted, the sun burst out, and mercy me, the light came on in my world!

Become their affordable option!

Yes it was a risk.

Yes it was a lot of extra work.


Yes, I was willing to do it

Within the year, the magazine grew to record size, and ‘PR Brady, that Advertising Lady’ was born. I developed the reputation of being a dedicated caring partner, a trusted advisor, willing to go the extra mile to help my customers succeed. After all, when they did, so did I.

And we all lived happily ever after. I look back on those early days and have to smile. Wow, what if I would have given up, unwilling to try a new approach?

If you are not achieving your goals, check yourself. We alone stop ourselves from getting what we want. We are the real cause of our problem. We have the ability and the power to choose, yet we make the choice that stops us in our tracks. We assign our ’cause’ the undeserving importance it invades our mind with. We cannot change events that occur in life, but we always have the choice of how to respond. We have the right to take charge of our life and be willing to see things differently. See the path to achieve the goal.

It all starts with just being willing.

Are you willing to do what it takes?

Willingness to change something ignites the ability to change it.

Consider being willing.


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The Installation Of Love

Love.   We search for it. We find it, feel it, share it, and sometimes loose it. And then the cycle starts all over again. At least for some of us. But for others, the process is not so simple. For others, being able to open up oneself to the opportunity for love is next to impossible. How closely they hold up that wall, protecting themselves, determined to not be hurt. Not feel pain. Until they stop knowing how to even begin.

I found this in my archives, from a very long time ago. Not even sure how I got a copy of it. But I think this plug-in still works today….if you need to, feel free to give it a try!

The Installation of Love

TECH SUPPORT: Yes… can I help you?

CUSTOMER: Well after much consideration, I’ve decided I should probably install Love.InstallationOfLove Can you guide me through the process?

TECH SUPPORT: Yes. I can help you. Are you ready to proceed?

CUSTOMER: Well, I’m not very technical, and I’m a little scared, but I think I’m ready. What do I do first?

TECH SUPPORT: The first step is to open your Heart. Have you located your Heart?


CUSTOMER: Yes…Yes I think I found it, but there are several other programs running now. Is it okay to install Love while they are running?

TECH SUPPORT: What programs are running?

CUSTOMER: Let’s see, it looks like I have Past Hurt, Low Self-Esteem, Grudge and Resentment running right now.

TECH SUPPORT: No problem. Love will gradually erase Past Hurt from your current operating system. It may remain in your permanent memory but it will no longer disrupt other programs. Love will eventually override Low Self-Esteem with a module of its own called High Self-Esteem. However, you have to completely turn off Grudge and Resentment. Those programs prevent Love from being properly installed. Can you turn those off?

CUSTOMER: I don’t understand! I don’t know how to turn them off. Can you tell me how?

TECH SUPPORT: With pleasure. Go to your START menu and invoke Forgiveness. Do this as many times as necessary until Grudge and Resentment have been completely erased.

CUSTOMER: Okay, I’m doing it right now. I’m doing it. Okay….it’s done! Love has started installing itself. Is that normal?

TECH SUPPORT: Yes, but remember that you have only the base program. You will still need to begin connecting to other Hearts in order to get the upgrades.

CUSTOMER: Oh no! I have an error message already! It says, “Error—Program not run on external components.”   I don’t understand! What should I do?

TECH SUPPORT: Don’t worry. It means that the Love program is set up to run on Internal Hearts, but has not yet been run on your Heart. In non-technical terms, it simply means you have to Love yourself before you can Love others.


CUSTOMER: Oh. So, what should I do?

TECH SUPPORT: Pull down Self-Acceptance; then click on the following files:

Forgive-Self; Realize Your Worth; and Acknowledge Your Limitations.


CUSTOMER: I’m scared. Okay….here goes….I’m doing it…..Okay, done!

TECH SUPPORT: Now, copy them to the “My Heart” directory. The system will overwrite any conflicting files and begin patching faulty programming. One more thing; you also need to delete Verbose Self-Criticism from all directories and empty your Recycle Bin to make sure it is completely gone and never comes back.

CUSTOMER: Got it. Oh my! Hey, it’s working! My Heart is filling up with new files! Smile is playing on my monitor and Peace and Contentment are copying themselves all over My Heart. Is this normal?

TECH SUPPORT: Yes, sometimes. For others, it takes awhile but eventually everything gets it at the proper time. So Love is now installed and running. One last thing before we hang up. Love is Freeware. Be sure to give it and its various modules to everyone you meet. They will in turn share it with others and return some cool modules back to you.

CUSTOMER: Thank you, God!

——–Author Unknown

Thankyou for reading my post. Did it strike a chord for you or did it seem far and away from your own perspective? I’d love to hear your thoughts! All comments are greatly appreciated. You can read about all sorts of ideas, opinions and feelings from the heart and soul of an outdoorswoman… there are lots of topics covered in my blog category, “Girl Outdoors”. If you like what you see, please let me know by “liking” my website. You can even join my tribe to automatically receive new postings ‘hot off the press’. As always, please feel free to share my information with others who may find interest and value in PR Brady AdVentures! Thanks again!


I am Jack — Miss Neighbor

Hello! I am Jack and I am a good boy! Well most of the time, anyway. Just the other day I had a brand new kind of adventure. It put a pretty good scare into my human and her friend. The hair balls were even upset. Luckily, all is well now. But if I could hold a pen, I would write this and give it to the neighbor.

Hello Miss Neighbor,

I am Jack and I am a good boy. I am a famous hunter, too. Thank you for seeing me running free across the street, and catching me. My human was very worried, and scared, and also mad at me for leaving our yard. She said it was the worst 20 minutes of her life! She and her friend ran up and down our street looking for me. I didn’t realize how bad of a thing I had done. The gate was cracked open and I thought she was just on the other side.

Somewhere on the other side.

Okay, so I knew she wasn’t right there, and I was just curious about what was on the other side.

How can anyone blame me for getting caught up in the moment? All that unexplored ground on the other side of our fence? Just around the corner from our house there were so many vertical objects to pee on, I kept hitting them and hitting them until I lost count! Your two beautiful females watched me trot by, saying “run, Jack, run! Be free!” So in an effort to impress them, I did.

The soft breeze in my face, my ears flapping in the wind, and so many bunny and squirrel smells? I was dialed in and it was euphoria! I haven’t been able to run like that since we came home from Florida! And OH the endless opportunities to mark my turf? How liberating!

Then you came along. I knew who you were by your scent (hey, I’m a dog, after all!) and I wondered if you would scold me, or what. You were very nice. You were very sneaky, too. You had me nailed with the treats, so I let you catch me. You gently slid that collar around my neck, and clipped the leash on. Alas, my adventure had to come to an end.

I didn’t realize how far away I had gone until my human saw us down the side street, ran to us and fell into your arms crying. After that long walk back she said I could have been hit by a car and hurt or killed, or someone could have just scooped me up into their car and taken me away forever. I felt real bad. REAL bad. I love my human and my home—and even those two female hairballs.

So thank you for catching me. You probably saved my life. I am sorry I played “hard to get” with you and interrupted your afternoon. You were really nice. And sweet touch with those treats. They were good!  I am sorry I made my human cry and worry. Thank you for being nice to her too. When she held my head in her hands and said “I can’t lose you too!” I was ashamed for what I did. I know my human has gone through a lot already. I have learned my lesson and I won’t leave our yard again without her. I understand, she really needs me!

One last thing, Miss Neighbor;

Your two female canines smell so fine I can barely think straight. Their long, long legs and perfectly groomed tails give me crazy dreams. We’ve exchanged glances through the fence for some time now. The way they smile and show their bright whiteMissNeighbor teeth, and tilt their beautiful dark heads and gaze at me with their big brown eyes, my heart melts and they really make my tail wag. A lot. Are they seeing any other dogs? I am available and interested in both of them. Any time you want to let us play together, I’m just across the fence, humbly at their service. I am Jack and I am a good boy. In fact, I am a charming ladies’ man. I am an excellent hunter, too!

And trust me, I’m not leaving our yard without permission ever again.

 Thank you for stopping by and reading my post. You can read all about the adventures me and my new human PR are having together in the outdoors… I will write lots of stories under “I AM JACK” in her blog category, “Words From The Wild”. I will be careful not to have many typos. I am a good boy! If you like what you see, please let her know by “liking” her website. (She says it’s important to get “likes”, whatever that means. I know I like her lots!) You can even join her tribe to automatically receive new postings ‘hot off the press’. Please feel free to share with others who may find meaning and value in our journey together, and PR Brady AdVentures. Thanks again,   Jack


Two Potato Salad

TwoPotatoSaladMom always made the best potato salad. I still remember being a small kid reaching hard to see over the kitchen counter—and would watch her boiling the eggs and potatoes, carefully peeling skins off, cooling the ingredients. We all loved her potato salad. Then after she passed, dad tried to duplicate it. Being a baker and old school chef himself, he put his own spin on it, and wha-la, yet another equally yummy creation of taters and eggs was born.

So here is a combination of their best recipes, along with my own tweaking. A tasty crowd pleaser any time of the year, for any occasion. Enjoy!

4-5 large sweet potatoes

4-5 large Yukon potatoes

8 eggs

4 stalks of celery

1 bunch green onions

1c Real Mayo

½ c Sour Cream

¼ c Brown Mustard

1 t salt

2 t sugar

½ t cumin

½ t dill seed

1 small jar pimentos (optional)

  • Peel the potatoes, place them in a pot of boiling water and cook for 5 minutes or until they just start to become “not hard”. Keep a close watch, you want them to be cooked, but not soft enough to become mashed potatoes if you try to stir them.
  • Allow potatoes to cool, then cut them into cubes (about ¼ inch cubes) and place in a large bowl. Again, make sure they are holding their shapes, or you will end up with a mashed potato mess.
  • Take the celery stalks and slice them thin (about 1/8” slices) and add to the bowl.
  • Cover 8 eggs in water and cook to hard boil.
  • Peel and slice the eggs and set aside.
  • Cut up the onion greens into about ½ inch pieces (I use a scissors—it’s fast!) and set aside.
  • In a separate bowl, combine mayo, sour cream, mustard salt, sugar, cumin and dill seed and mix until completely blended.
  • Pour the mixture over the potatoes and celery and toss to coat. Carefully fold in the eggs, onion, and pimentos.
  • Chill the mixture for an hour before serving.

Makes a party load of salad—at least enough for 12 people!

Thank you for reading my post. Does this sound yummy? If you try it out let me know what you think! All comments are greatly appreciated. Check out more great recipes under my Killer Cookin’ blog category, and if you like what you see, please let me know by “liking” my website. You can even join my tribe to automatically receive new postings ‘hot off the press’. As always, please feel free to share my information with others who may find interest and value in PR Brady AdVentures! Thanks again!

Buddy—A Series Of Adventures—Cherishing Memories

good boy

Sweet Buddy, thoughts of you weigh heavy on my mind lately.

You’ve been gone a year now.

Even today, a year later, tears come to my eyes just thinking of you.

Sweet boy, I miss you so much!

How surprising it is to realize the impact you’ve had on me; on my life. It’s true, there are MeNmyBoyplaces where we went, that I still cannot go to. Especially places we went those last few months, those places are still oh so painful to visit.

Sometimes I think I feel you around me. Moments catch me by surprise with memories of you, your silly antics, your steadfast loyalty, and your focused dedication to the hunt.   Those moments press hard on my chest, on my heartstrings, clawing up into my throat, taking my breath away. And then I cry.

Oh, sweet Buddy. You left us way too soon.

We missed a whole hunting season. A winter playing on sandy beaches. A spring of fetching across the fields. A summer of diving off the docks.

And now,

Another bird season is approaching, and we will miss that too. But now your friend Jack is ready to stand at my side. It will be our first time together. It’s true, I sometimes accidently call him by your name. He has patience beyond measure with me. Please stand alongside him, and help him learn to work with me the amazing way you did. He too, is a very good boy.

But oh how I miss watching you run like the wind, with ears flapping and nose to the ground–the lean mean hunting machine. My hunting companion. My companion.

My sweet Buddy.


Thank you for a decade of unconditional love.

Thank you for a decade of lessons, tests and achievements.

Thank you for a decade of making my world so very special.Air Dog

Thank you for letting me be your human.

Although you are gone, your presence is still right here.

It always will be.




With heavy heart, I’m cherishing memories of you today.

Hoping you are loving it across that rainbow bridge.



Buddy Boy McBrady

Gone Forever Bird Hunting as of Monday, Sept 1st 2014 at 3:30 p.m.

“Find us some good fields up there, boy, and I will see you again soon.”


Thank you for reading my post. You can read all about my boy… there are lots of stories under “Buddy – A Series of Adventures” in my blog category, “Words From The Wild”. If you like what you see, please let me know by “liking” my website. You can even join my tribe to automatically receive new postings ‘hot off the press’. As always, please feel free to share my information with others who may find meaning and value in our journey together, and PR Brady AdVentures. Thanks again!