Day -351 – Race Day Cometh

I’m stealing this format from a blogger I read today…made me laugh as I have sat through swim meets, soccer matches, theater performances – in various capacities.  All of these with my kids, now in my new life, it’s with our race family.

What goes through your mind on Race Day…checker

The Promoter:

  • Is the course marked well enough?
  • Is anyone coming to compete?
  • I hope I have everything ready
  • I hope their cars are prepped well
  • I want everyone to finish
  • Do we need more water?
  • Oh, look, the 4414 is here
  • Do we need a course watcher on the back side?
  • Damn, I should have picked up some lunchables
  • Another successful day, nobody died

The Volunteer:

  • I hope I can follow the course markings to the spot they want me
  • I wonder how many cars are racing today
  • Did I bring everything?
  • Man, I hope no one breaks down right here
  • Are all the cars going to finish?
  • I should have brought some more waters
  • What rig was that, it looked like a Campbell buggy?
  • I hope no one cuts course right here
  • I wonder if the food vendor will still be open when I get back
  • That was awesome, did you see that pass?

The Racer:

  • Please don’t let me get lost…whew, Josh must have marked the course
  • Damn, did you see all the competition?
  • I hope I have everything ready
  • I prepped the car, what do you want to bet it’s a $4 part that takes me out
  • Please get me to the checkered flag
  • I hope there is extra water at the finish line
  • What the hell is Shipman doing here?
  • OMG, they put a spotter right next to my cheatline
  • Why didn’t I eat before the race, I’m starving
  • Whoohoo, that was the best race ever!!!

Race day cometh….Dirt Riot National Rampage in T-6

Blogging 101 – Dream Reader

My kids lived in a busy household, they were given tools to achieve anything they wanted, I pushed, I pulled, I screamed and I cried.  Not to force them to do anything, but to ensure that they never gave up. We had a plan to introduce the kids to anything they showed an interest in; Josh chose writing and singing, anything intellectual, he was involved; Kayla was the athlete, she tried all sports, swimming, basketball, softball, but mostly soccer – for thirteen years I was a soccer mom nine months out of the year; Haley was the performer, the helper, she was a Girl Scout for ten years, then moved on to performance arts of all kinds, I gave up my title as soccer mom for theater mom.  Because the kids are almost ten years apart from top to bottom, this wasn’t a difficult task.

At times, being active was exhausting for them, other times it was overwhelming, moving from task to task.  Whenever it got that way, we stopped and took a breath, reminded ourselves of why we were pursuing that path.  Was it a college scholarship we were eying?  Fun with our friends? An award we hoped for?  Every time it was different, because each of my children are unique.  Sometimes we had to get ourselves geared up, in the mood, in the right frame of mind…when we did, we reverted to the same song each time.

One of my favorite memories is a swim meet in Idaho Falls, it was a trying time for us, we were all stressed about something, though no one will remember what now.  All the kids were competing that day and Kayla was up next, she could be a crabby little thing at age 11.  She had snarked at me one too many times and I told her to get her Ipod – it was probably a nano or even a disc player at that time.  She looked at me defiantly and put in her earphones.  A change came over her instantly, she didn’t speak to me again before she swam, she just listened to her song on repeat and then stepped up on the blocks.  In my mind, she won that day, what color ribbon she actually took home doesn’t matter anymore, she put herself where she needed to be for that moment.  She remembered, she had something to do “Right Now, there’s no tomorrow.”

Not much has really changed, my kids are all adults now, they make their own choices and live with them.  They each have excelled in different ways in this thing we call life.  If there are three ends of a spectrum, my kids are on each of them, and I couldn’t be more proud.  Each day they take care of themselves and the people around them, they seek opportunities and never stop growing.  I hope as they go forward they learn from their childhoods to present my grandchildren with lots of opportunities to play and to grow.

Today’s Assignment: publish a post for your dream reader, and include a new-to-you element in it.

My dream readers are my kids, I hope to be able to share with them a little insight in to their mom, a little of what makes me tick, a little of our history as they move forward in adulthood.  Each story is designed with them in mind – I love you all.

Blogging 101 – Day two and three combined

quotescover-bright sideVery happy with the feedback I got from my Day One assignment, my favorite was from my mother-in-law, she sent me a quick oneliner email that closed with “Great job, Dear” – made my little cockles sing.  Pleasing someone you respect is always a win!

Day two was to evaluate your blog’s title and tagline…I like mine: Fifty in 365:  What’s in a Year.  The idea started as I was turning 49, I was going to be fifty in 365 days, what did that year look like.  For the record, it was awesome!  Then the next year came, it no longer related to my birthday, so how could I continue to use the same title – turns out it was easy.  Now it’s about setting goals and getting things done.  I can still do fifty things in 365 days, I can still read fifty books in 365 days – it’s all about what is in that year.  Title and tagline approved, moving on.

Today’s assignment: follow five new topics in the Reader and five new blogs.

I’ve been wanting to follow other bloggers for awhile, without success, so this was a good lesson for me.  I started with topics.  I added Adventure Travel, Business Plans, Entrepreneur, Bucket List and Japanese Travel (we have a trip coming up.)  Japanese Travel was a bust, so I changed it to Goal Setting.

I added five bloggers to my reader as well.  This was harder than I thought it would be.  Turns out there are a lot of twenty-something bloggers out there that I really have nothing in common with.  My life is not hard, I have not been through lots of trauma, I don’t have to medicate myself, I am not an addict.  Other things I am not:  I am not depressed, I am not unhappy, I am not necessarily interested in current affairs, or public affairs, I don’t watch TV, I rarely go to the movies, I am not a consumer, I don’t have a kitchen (in the traditional sense), I don’t have a home (again, in the traditional sense.)  To find others that think like I do is a little bit rough.  I’m that girl that turns away from violence, traditional news and I eliminate people from my FB newsfeed that whine.  No time for that.  I wouldn’t say I’m a PollyAnna, but I definitely like to look on the bright side.

There must be other fifty-somethings out there blogging for the pure joy of it, I’m hoping I find them.

Credit for the great photo goes to my buddy, Joel Moranton

Blogging 101 – Getting Started

meI’ve gone missing from my own blog, so I decided to sign up for a challenge.  WordPress offers a Blogging 101 course, even though we are almost two years old here, I think I should finally figure out what I’m doing.  Already I’m three days behind, go figure?

Today’s assignment: write and publish a “who I am and why I’m here” post.

I think I spend more time on this topic in my head than I do anything else.  If I only knew what I wanted to be when I grew up.  Today, I am still 50 – yep, 5 – 0 – five decades under my belt and life continues to change daily.  I’ve spent some time recently describing, at least to myself, who I was at 15, at 25, at 45 – turns out, I haven’t changed a great deal.

I am more confident, more aware, more…just about everything, but I’m still a girl who participates from the fringe, who is more comfortable on the edge of a crowd than in the middle, a girl who would rather be in the background.  I’m still the girl who dreams big and wants to be a change leader, I want to better the lives of others.  I’m still the girl who loves mightily, and fears decidedly.

I’m preparing for a writer’s conference in six weeks and have been thinking about my Author’s Platform – if that isn’t a scary thing!  Part of that process is having business cards, believe me, I’ve got them – but which do I use?  My life is so diverse, every day I’m working on eight or more different projects, many of them completely unrelated, so how do I put a title to who I am?

Here’s a sample of what I do daily…

I manage the business and finances of an event management company specializing in offroad events, both motorsports and running related.

I write, blogs, business plans, fiction, non-fiction and children’s books.

I develop ideas and promotions with a business partner for a food truck.

I work with a business partner on creative ideas and business plans for a gift line.

I am the current managing partner for a non-profit public awareness safety campaign to be launched in two short weeks.

I prepare tax returns for others, together with consulting and financial management.

I pitch potential product ideas to an engineer to develop products that we can bring to market.

I dream.

I dream big.

Am I an entrepreneur or ‘trep as the current business climate calls it?  Am I a business woman utilizing the CPA certification I worked so hard to earn so many years ago?  Am I just a fifty year old with an identity crisis?

In the writing world they say to create your platform, tell people who you are and own it. So this is how I’m going to describe myself for the future.

Shelley Krehbiel Klein, Creative, author, businesswoman, partner, dedicated to sharing knowledge and improving lives, her own and others.

Day -311 – Bucket List

IMG_20140809_103736972Bucket List.  Everyone has one, the things you want to do before you kick the bucket. (If you don’t have one, please get started now!!) Years ago, I changed the name of mine to be a Life List, I’m not so worried about getting things done before I die, but more inclined to want to experience things to enhance my life.  That’s what new experiences are to me, an enhancement, the creation of a memory.

My husband, Rich, checked a big one off his Bucket list this past weekend.  He raced at Crandon International Off-Road Raceway.  Now, he didn’t actually race behind the wheel, that’s not what we do, but he did hold a race in the Big House and he got the run of the place.  He drove the grounds all week and spent time on the track, running down Turn One in a John Deere, running across the track to retrieve a tire, flagged from the flag stand.  He did it all, but most importantly, held a successful event at the biggest off-road motorsports track in the nation.

For 45 years, Crandon has been making history, and now we are a part of that history.  As a team, we got to be part of the Super Challenge Offroad weekend, Dirt Riot, MORR, the sand drags and mud bog were all held on the same weekend.  So happy to have been invited, it was a great week.  I know for Rich is was a highlight in his career as an offroad promoter, and I know it won’t be the last.  He works so hard for so many, and has no idea how many appreciate his efforts.  I am so proud of him.

Day -306 – Marketing for yahoos

lifeHave you noticed that your news feeds, no matter the platform, only seem to show you what you might have looked at already?  It’s making me a little crazy.  Because I read some articles about planning for retirement, when Yahoo sends me my news for the day, there is always one or two articles about retirement.

Because I pinned a couple of quotes about reading and some pins for social marketing, Pinterest peppers my feed with more of the same.

Last week I researched two things, patents and airfares, now, that is what all the ads look like that run as banners or on the right hand side.

On Facebook I clicked on a writer’s conference and a business coach, yep, that’s what the sponsored ads are showing me now.

I get that there are algorithms that tell companies what we look at so that they can advertise to us, but that is not who I am. Yes, I am interested in retirement, patents, airfares, reading and social marketing, writing and business, but that isn’t all that I am interested in.

I am also interested in events and exercise, travel and food, fashion and flair, shoes and bags, business and growth, enameling and computers, writing and vegetables.  So many things, I can’t begin to name them all, and I don’t know what I don’t know.  If my news feeds are so talented, why don’t they introduce me to stuff that I may not have any interest in YET…why don’t they try to show me what is next.

I guess I might be in the minority, when I go online to research a purchase, I buy then too.  I don’t come back later, I get it done.  So explain the logic when I have looked up a hotel room, booked it, then all of a sudden, all the ads are for hotel rooms in that same area.  It’s over by then, I’m not doing that again.

We caved last month and bought underwear from Duluth (which he loves, by the way), now I’m seeing ads from them.  I don’t get it, they have my email now, and I’m a customer, why pay google or yahoo to show me ads when they can email me direct?

Do you see where I’m going?  Those that have me, still are trying to sell me; those that don’t know me yet, I never get to be introduced to.  Marketers, show me something that I don’t know, Ad Agencies, keep me posted, but don’t overdo it.  Those that are feeding me news…give me more, I want to be well rounded, not just focused on one thing.  Oh, unless it is celebrity news, then don’t bother, I really am not interested.0

Day -298 – Just Add Water

IMG_20140729_204116515_HDRThere are few things that give me as much pleasure as water…it doesn’t really matter the form it takes.  Be it as a drink, used to clean up with, or my favorite…a natural flowing body of the wet stuff.

Last night we joined a friend on his boat on the Tennessee River outside of Chattanooga.  I had been uptight all day, not feeling 100% either mentally or physically.  Todd had the boat at the dock when we got there, all we had to do was hop in.  Within minutes, I felt my pulse slow, my blood pressure come down, a calm wash over me.  Water has that effect on me.

The night was beautiful, not too hot, no wind to speak of, and being a Tuesday night, it was quiet.  We launched from the Tennessee River Park and made our way down river to downtown.  They have created quite an expansive area near the museum that is designed for entertainment and activities.  The Hunter Museum grounds on the bluff provide the backdrop to an amphitheater under the bridge; there is a water play area and a huge water fountain.

IMG_20140729_203552373We tied up at the dock and walked up to Tony’s for an awesome Italian dinner, a brief stroll back to the water as the sun was setting, we cruised back to the River Park to load and leave.  But not before we got to enjoy our leisurely trip back up river.

I am reminded often of how much I love this life, the friends we have, the things we get to do.  Thanks to all of them who think to say, “hey, you’re in town…let’s get together.”  Now just add water, and we are set.

Day -294 – A little help from my friends?

friendsI’ve been reading and researching a lot lately, trying to get my mind right for the novel I want to write.  Of course, if you ask me what it’s about, I can’t rightly tell you.  I have three already started and one that is niggling around in my head, but it isn’t concrete enough to start to flow from my fingertips yet.

I just finished reading “How to Buy a Love of Reading” – it’s been on my Kindle for years, reading it made me realize how little I know about novel writing, hell, I don’t even recognize all the parts and their definitions.  I am not a “creative writer”, I am just a voice, I want to write with a true voice, a voice others can relate to.  What I need help with first is character development….that’s where you come in.

Would you tell me your story?  Everyone has one, whether you are 15 or 50 or 85…each of us has a story. My favorite question to ask when I talk to someone is not, what do you do? It’s What is Your Story?  I’m writing mine every day, but I think I have figured out the central theme.  My theme is change.  I can pinpoint at least four times in my life in which an action I took changed my life dramatically, in my case, it was always for the better.  So as I spend a little time crafting my story to tell, would you tell me yours?

Some of my friends are going to get tagged on Facebook – I particularly like strong, independent women, and I know a bunch of them.  I think of them as “Women who get S**T Done!”  This is a private lesson, not for public consumption or publication, I just need inside some of your heads to help me figure out how others think.  I hate looking at the world from only my limited experience.

A little history, a little backstory about who  you are, how you came to be that person, what decision or action in your life brought you to where you are?  Is there a fear that keeps you rooted to your origins, or a fear you have already faced and defeated? Don’t worry about how it is told, think of it as a conversation.

If you want, send it by email to, or post in the comments.  Be true to yourself, I want to use these “characters” to fill my books with real, yet imagined people.  I want to combine your qualities with others so no one will recognize you, unless of course, you are fabulous – and then who wouldn’t want to be recognized!



Day -259 – Pikes Peak

pikes peakLooming over the top of Colorado Springs is Pikes Peak – one of Colorado’s famed Fourteeners, it is paved to the top.  A bit commercial, there is a railroad, famous donuts that aren’t supposed to be able to be made at that elevation and a race.  What you won’t find is ….me.  Elevations like that kick my ass.

Josh and Big made the trek up the mountain, not a surprise, they love anything to do with racecars.  Many of our friends and acquaintances race Pikes Peak, up the twisties to the top – it’s all paved now, but that is a recent development.

The record to the top is 8 minutes and 13 seconds.  From mm 1 to mm12, the elevation climb is 4720 feet.  The cars have to reach over 100 on some of the short straightaways to do that.  Big said he drove it in low gear, somewhere around 15 mph mostly.

On the way down, the National Forest Service rangers stop you at one point to review the temperature of your brakes – too hot and you get to sit awhile.  Makes sense to me, so many don’t know how to drive mountain roads.

Pikes Peak is named for the famous Zebulon Pike, explorer of many lands.  I would have loved to have gone on the trek up the mountain, but this is one limitation I have finally come to grips with.  Anything over 10,000 feet makes me feel icky – I start to feel it between 8,000 and 9,000 feet, but only if I exert myself, by 10, I only have to try to breathe to know I’m out of my element, sometimes it’s just best to stay home.

Day -258 – Rocky Mountain High Colorado

ROCKY_MOUNTAIN_HIGH_monitor_colorado_marijuana_2-1024x576It is a weird sensation to smell marijuana at an intersection.  Just sayin’.  We have been in Colorado Springs for a week or so, did laundry last week at a place right next to a weed store.  Yep, I think it overpowered the sweet smell of laundry soap and landed on my clothes.

At any given corner that passes a strip mall, you can smell pot.  Me, being the naïve girl that I am from Idaho, my California boys had to point it out to me, but they were right.

Honestly, I have had one experience with pot – ok, two, but the first one doesn’t count.

The first was when I was in high school, I was on a date with the brother of one of my best guy friends – he was older.  When we pulled up on the offramp, the sun was in our eyes – he dropped the visor and a baggie of weed dropped in my lap.  Freaked me out, I made him take me home.  Yes, I was that girl.

You see, when I was young – 5th grade or so – we lived in San Antonio, Texas.  For a school report, I read the San Antonio Light every day and cut out all articles that were related to drug use.  After a week, I had a binder full of stuff – scared me to death, I have never wanted to use drugs of any kind.  I can take ibuprofen, but that is the extent of my pill poppin’.

Move on to time two…after I retired from my job as a CPA, I agreed to a one time experience, part of my 50 new things project.  Several of us got together and lit a bowl –see, I’m probably not even using the right terminology.  This is what I learned.  Everyone reacts differently, one person ate everything in sight; another pointed and laughed, but couldn’t speak; another talked nonstop; me – I cleaned everything I could find.  That one time, it was enough for me.

I get that it has some uses for pain control, I understand it can help some with ADD focus better, I also understand the need to tax it – but I also know, I don’t want the work force to be smokin’ it, it’s hard enough to get a good days work out of most people.  So, Colorado, you can keep your stash, but could we try to clean up the air a bit? Our kids are out there.