Why do people say "A piece of cake is to die for" <or insert food of choice> as if it is an amazing thing.
Who wants to die over a piece of cake? It seems we would want to eat foods that are to live for.
Why do people say "A piece of cake is to die for" <or insert food of choice> as if it is an amazing thing.
Who wants to die over a piece of cake? It seems we would want to eat foods that are to live for.
I started dancing while putting the laundry away and Veg decided to join me.
He was all break dancing 80's style to modern country music. And man that boy has some moves. But to country music? Hilarious!!
Best laundry party EVER!!
When my Mom would get bad news about her cancer I wouldn't give her a fight speech. Instead I told her to live with what ever time she had in the best way she could and that none of us are going to live forever.
I told her that we had the best of both worlds. If she got to live here longer than she could spend more time with us on earth but if she went off to the clouds and the rainbows, then she would be with us always.
So whether it was 6 months or 20 more years that she lived with the cancer inside her, I told her to just LIVE. Enjoy every new morning, every site and smell and each good moment that she wasn't hurting. Treasure those and be thankful for all the time she has had in life and will have going forward.
And frankly I don't think we need cancer to hear that message. Too many people going though the motions day in and day out doing what is expected instead of what they enjoy and they forget to live.
I always joked with her too that when it was her time to go be with the rainbows that she better send me some with a pot of gold.
Sometimes now when it is raining plus sunny, I run out to look for a rainbow and when I don't see one, I figure she is busy showing them to other people. *smile*
But when it is not raining AT ALL, the sky is clear and a rainbow appears, well THAT is when I know she is just saying Hi to me.
Now that pot of gold is still up for grabs....
When trying on the shirt for $12 from yesterday's post, I decided to try on a pair of Bermuda shorts too.
Just for funsies I grabbed the next size down to see if they would fit. While they were definitely snug, I could slide them on no problem AND zip/button them too.
It was one of those moments when you feel like giving yourself a high five for accomplishing the unthinkable but you don't really do that because people might find that quite strange.
Yeah this size....
If you know me than you know that I REALLY loved my Mini Cooper. I spent so much time in that car. It kept us safe in tornado conditions, white outs, icy conditions and everything in between during travels to and fro. I put at least 200 miles on it most days, use it as a mobile office and drive EVERY where!
That car has been to Washington DC, South Carolina, Georgia, Michigan and every state in route to those places. Multiple times.
IT FIT Me!!! Every feature, every little circle design element, the whole car just FIT me. We could get something as big as a Ping pong table in it, all our luggage for a two week trip and a set of golf clubs too. There was absolutely Nothing about that car that I didn't like.
So I go to the dealership for it's maintenance appt. And a sales guy is waiting for me. "I knew the shpeal, I'd heard it before". So I looked right at him and said as nicely as possible:
"I know what you are going to say and I'm not interested. I love my car and don't need a new one so don't waste your time"
For two hours he came back with offers, choices, questions. And my answer was the same:
"You should really stop putting all this time in to this because I do not want or need a new car"
I called him out on several "un-truths"... It became a comical exchange on both of our behalf because at no point did I intend to get another car and at every point did he intend for me to purchase one.
3hrs later, 20 different offers, a headache, and a huge financial savings, I ended up with a new car.
This girl has stripes, she looks beautiful!
But she was ordered and when she arrived, I discovered that she was missing a ton of features. She was boring in comparison, a step down from the fun that was my other Mini.
I told myself that if I was supposed to get rid of the 70,000 miler, than it would work out to where I wouldn't have a choice.
Well, when you do the math and discover savings on payments, insurance, warranty and service, the answer was a no-brainer.
What I didn't consider was that the newer car with only 4 miles on it was lacking all the basics that my other had and how absolutely spoiled I had become with those features.
This is one of very few decisions that had me following my pocket book instead of my gut. I know it was likely meant to be. The other car needed some repairs that I couldn't afford anyway. But it was the first time EVER that I realized how attached I could get to a silly car.
Now my new girl has stripes. We will get to know each other and travel the roads of this fine country. But I'll always have a special place in my memory bank for my first Mini.
Wow, life sure does change with just little bits of time passing.
Since I last posted:
Veg officially became a Middle Schooler, I've completed two corporate wellness initiatives, Turned 41, learned to play golf (she says with a snicker), went on two hikes, completed an insane Memorial workout, got a new car and started a youth program that has been AMAZING!!!
And it has only been a couple of weeks since I last posted.
"Life happens pretty fast, if you don't stop and look around once in a while you could miss it" ~Ferris Bueller
I've had so many people tell me what I should or shouldn't feel since my Mom took her ride on the Angel train. But I'll tell you what I feel....ALIVE!!!!
And she would be too happy about that!!
A few weeks ago I posted about a Black Dress...
Well I purchased it and took this picture before heading out to a seminar:
Thankfully I brought the jean jacket with me because at this seminar I had to wear a microphone pack and would have had no where to put it. The seminar was amazing and I was totally comfortable in my little dress. For the record, I found workout style shorts to wear under so I didn't have to worry about flashing anyone. I also found casual slip on shoes and cool little socks that you can't see.
I didn't even know those existed.... THAT tells you how far away from fashion I really am.
But it was so funny all the pointers I received after posting this pic, everything from needing skin tightening cream (yeah, someone really wrote me that) to needing high heel shoes to pronounce my leg muscles. Others suggested that I needed jewelry and scarves. Many of my friends offered to take me shopping, which I could have probably used. BABY STEPS PEOPLE... I bought the dress... be happy!
At least I didn't walk around like this:
My favorite comment was from my Dad, saying that Veggie people should be more colorful and that I needed to add color to my "outfit". What does that even mean? Because I eat colorful foods, I should have a colorful scarf? So does that mean if you only eat brown, processed, boxed foods that you can't wear color? Hmmmm?
I could also hear my Mom in my head as I walked out the door:
"I've been trying to get you to wear a dress for 40 years, NOW you decide to wear one?"
She would have loved it. And honestly so many people gave nice comments too. As in overwhelming nice comments that I probably didn't deserve. Even folks at the seminar complimented my "outfit"...
Which I laugh because it is just a $15 Black dress, not so much an outfit.
But I will say that it was quite comfy and will likely be warn again. I may just have to go buy another one.
Shhhhhh, don't tell my Mom. *smile* And NO, I won't be getting any skin tightening cream... Or scarves... and probably not any jewelry, or heels...
I just gotta be me, even if it is Me in a Dress!
This weekend was full of people writing, texting or calling me to make sure I was "OK".
You know, surviving Mother's Day and all.
I loved that so many people thought there was a reason to check on me and that I have that many amazing people in my life to begin with. But really I was OK!
My kiddo decorated my bedroom for a morning surprise and made me a ton of pictures. We had together time, quiet time and a bunch of outdoor time, plus I got all the house chores done to start the week. Couldn't have been more perfect.
I thought of my Mom a ton, like I do every day, but only in ways that would make her smile. She wouldn't want me to be sad, I'm pretty sure of that.
Then today I was submitting re-enrollment forms for the Vegkid's school and up popped this screen.
"Remove from Family"
Right between the eyes. Of course I know what they meant, but goodness that sounded so cruel.
Seems like they could have said "remove from profile" or "no longer on the pick-up-list", but having to confirm that you are removing someone from the family, it might as well have said:
"Kicked the bucket"
At least then I would have gotten a laugh out of it.
So I shook it off then filled out everything in the online portal and pushed the submit button like any good Mom would do.
That is when it hit me, why there is a bucket list because when you die, you kick the bucket.
But then I still don't get the whole bucket thing. What does a bucket have to do with dying.
Well anyway... The boy is re-enrolled and life goes on. I'm getting so good at these little bumps in the road, I could start a business to help people with their own bumpy life diversions.
Oh yeah, I've done that. Ha!!!
Coaching myself is quite fun, especially when I answer myself.
During our touristy weekend with friends, we had a late dinner and waited for the sun to set so we could watch the fountains dance.
The first set of pictures were taken from the top of the Ferris Wheel, and we made it down just in time to watch the musical show up close.
Quite a cool end to our Saturday.
My friend and her kids came for a visit so we spent a LOT of time being tourists with them.
In two days we conquered the Ferris Wheel, dancing fountains, Arcade, Adventure Quest, lots and lots of swimming, gem mining (twice), and the aquarium.
Add in some long visits on the balcony and some really tasty food to finish up this pretty perfect weekend.
More posts coming, I have lots to catch up *smile*
I was just telling the Vegkid that I hadn't gotten to see my Crafty Friend in a while and it had been years since we'd been to the craft store together.
So yesterday when we oddly both had an entire morning and afternoon free, we took the opportunity to hit up Starbucks for a lengthy chat, then the craft store and then lunch.
It was a much needed and very welcome day that I can't stop smiling about. And to make it even better, she brought me these stamps as a gift.
How darn cute are they??? Makes me want to dig out my running pictures and scrapbook.
Thank you thank you thank you Crafty Friend!!
A long long long time ago I wrote something about body's shifting after having a baby which I found printed out in my Mom's stuff. She thought it was pretty funny as most women could relate. But in truth, I'd always had a little fluff in the trunk. Never realized how much until I started cleaning out my closet. But looking back through pictures I really noticed it.
At one point on that print out, I said something like "And I'm not talking to you people that can still fit in the clothes you wore at age 14".....
So the funny part of that is, when we were at my Mom's collecting our things (where I found the written article) after the funeral we found a dress that I had at age 14. (It was from a school dance or I would have never been seen in a dress)
I just had to put it on and see if it fit after all this time. Sure enough, it fit and could even be zipped up.
C-A-Razy!!! Anyway, that isn't the point of this post... in fact the point of this post has NOTHING to do with that white dress from my teen years, nor that I could now fit in it again, nor that I said in my very own article from years past something about not being able to wear a 14yr old outfit.
The point of THIS post is that since I was 14, I've probably purchased a total of 7 dresses and most of those looked like sacks. I did get a couple skirts in recent years, but nothing that I can wear now (too big). The reason I never purchased dresses on a regular basis and the ones I did get looked like sacks, was because my hiney stuck out too far to accommodate anything else. So the real point of this post is what happened today when I tried on a little black dress.
Something drew me to this dress, maybe it was the cost ($15 on sale). Or maybe it was that I have several events coming up and wanted to look somewhat professional. In any case, I decided to try on the little black dress. Size small... and it actually fit... With my running shoes on and spandex pants underneath (just got back from the gym). Couldn't have been more ME! Quite funny actually.
I walked out of the dressing room and said to the attendant... "Excuse me! I have never bought anything like this in my entire life, if I were to actually wear it, what do I need to do to make it look presentable"
She smiled at me and said that taking off my gym shorts would be a good start. Bahahaha... Yup! Got that! Then she explained the whole slip, bra, special undies stuff that I would need and how I could wear a jean jacket over the top. As I'm adding up the actual cost of this $15 dress to purchase all the stuff that goes underneath... I took a selfie in the mirror of me in this dress and posted it on my Facebook Wall.
Asking my lady friends to help with this dilemma. I got everything from "Wear lace" to "Go Commando". The responses were hilarious. But I also received some of the nicest compliments that I think I've ever heard. More comments than probably any of my other posts and then a bunch of people telling me what shoes to buy.
Shooot, I have to buy shoes too? Can't I just wear my running shoes? Goodness, this acting like a lady stuff is hard work. Needless to say, I was so overwhelmed that I didn't purchase the dress.
But after all those comments, I may just do it... Me and a little black dress. The question will be if I actually wear it, and if I ever find the right accessories to wear it with. Because commando in a dress on a possible windy day is just NOT going to work for me. But the dressing room lady said "You can't have lines or people will know where your undies are" Oy, let me tell you about lines... I got lines on top of lines and its got nothing to do with the undies....
Soooo, at the end of that really long tale about me and the dress and all the really fun dialogue that happened with my friends and family all over the country because of it, I decided to send the Hubs a text of me in the dress. My text said... "It is only $15, what do you think?"
Here was his response:
"Yeah, it is a black dress, so what?"
Pretty sure he didn't notice there was a person wearing the dress... But in either case, he was no help in the decision of whether or not I should purchase it. Except that maybe I should definitely purchase it. *wink*
My bestest friend and I have this thing:
"If there isn't a picture than it didn't happen"
We can look back through our 26ish years of knowing each other and put all events with specific pictures. I became more of a photo nut than she did but just about every trip and/or adventure or milestone in my adult years is documented by some kind of picture. (Except the deaths... we don't take pictures of those)
So after my Mom's burial and the dirt was placed on top, my bestest friend came up to me and whispered just what I needed to hear at that exact moment:
"There isn't a picture so it didn't happen"
It made me laugh and cry but was just what I needed to hear. Which is what my bestest friend is good at. Always saying the right things at the right time.
In my head it was just a perfect ending. Yes my mom was gone but without a picture I didn't have to remember the sadness, her pain, or the saying goodbye. Those simple words made me focus on what I do have pictures of and all the good memories. In my silly head and silly rationalizing, the rest didn't happen.
Of course I knew the rest happened but something about not having a picture of that part gave me closure. End to an era. When I get caught up with my albums, hers will end with our last visit. No more pictures with NeeNee in them. Closure!! All is good!
Fast forward 40+ days:
My hubs decided to take a mountain adventure. Kudos to him for adventuring all alone, however he came home to show me the pictures. As I was scrolling through the pictures on his phone, I saw something, that made me pause... A big plot of dirt in the middle of a bunch of snow.
I thought "That looks like my Mom's grave".... Once my eyes focused with disbelief, I questioned...WHY DOES HE HAVE A PICTURE OF HER GRAVE???
I looked up and asked him, "WHY IS THERE A PICTURE?"
He says... "Because you always need at least one picture of everything, and I thought you would want one of the snowman next to her grave"
Noooooooooooooooooooooooooooo!!!!!! But it didn't happen... I don't want a picture, there should NOT have been a picture... Not a picture of THAT. The album STOPS at our last visit. The happy visit.....
AND something clicked, the waterworks clicked... the pain in my chest, the ache in my heart... the reality that it HAPPENED!!
Not the death part... that part I get... I'm cool with... The death part was easy compared to her suffering... I get that she is no longer living... But the events of that day, that week... the ones that I don't want to remember, the ones that I'm totally OK with not having pictures of.
All of a sudden there is a picture which means it happened, I wanted to throw the phone across the room. I wanted to reach my hand in, take the picture out and somehow reverse it. Not delete it.. that wouldn't do enough. I didn't say a word and the hubs just kind of looked at me, took his phone back and walked away.
It was the silliest little thing that wouldn't mean anything to anyone else, but it sure did trigger some waterworks.
I guess it really did happen... Dang it!
I posted this in January about the Love Story that was bringing a different kind of ending.
And today the final chapter was written as my Mom's husband said goodbye to this world....
What an interesting month this has been!!
Still haven't decided which direction this Blog will take in the future but it seems odd not to share here... Maybe more for me than anyone else. And maybe someone else will read it someday so it can be for them too.
My brother always says that life is full of stories and this Blog is my story!
It has been officially seven years since I started this blog. Originally for family and friends, and then humoring others with the antics of being a first time Vegmom. But mostly it was an outlet for the words and thoughts in my head. Many people came to know me as Vegmom in fact there are a lot of people that still call me that.
My traffic has never been impressive, I've had a few fun bursts. I don't promote it much anyway and most of the interaction is small. I'll find out months later that someone has been watching or that I inspired a person to try something new which then is worth it. My grammar stinks, and spelling is a mess even with spell check. Then again grammar and spelling were never my strongest skill set but people didn't seem to mind.
The most important component of keeping this blog up for the better part of seven years was for my Mom. (I know I've said all this before) She LOVED to read my posts. In fact, during her hardest moments, that is all she had to look forward to. I would get calls, texts, emails and comments...."I've looked and looked but see nothing new".
Even when I didn't want to write, I would come up with something just for her. Other times, I loved to write and couldn't wait to get back to my keyboard. I'd take pictures specifically for the blog and would make sure I tracked progress on projects. Sometimes I just needed to vent, and this was a safe place to do so, my journal.
I can look through the seven years of content and remember all the phases of Vegkid's life as well as adventures we went on. If he ever wants to look some day, he'll be able to remember all the things we did together and how much he made me smile.
Through the years, I would take pictures specifically with the blog in mind, it sort of became and extension of me and a way to connect with my Mom across the miles. While hopefully inspiring and teaching a few things along the way. Without Blogging, I wouldn't have made several friends, or learned about becoming a Health Coach or how important having that creative outlet would be.
But now I have other creative writing outlets. Vegkid is grown and I don't get to talk about him as much for his own privacy. Family and friends follow me on other social media platforms, so I'm not sure they even look here anymore. My life has turned in to one of amazement, challenges, and change. But without my Mom reading any more, it just isn't the same to post here.
Now comes the point where I decide to continue, or step away... She wouldn't want me to stop, I know that but do I Continue for me, the journal and maybe meeting new friends or inspiring someone along the way.
Or sign off for a while and close this chapter?
If you are out there in the blogosphere and don't generally leave comments, give me your thoughts.
Your comments are not published until I push the button so no one will see them unless it seems like something sharable. I don't need your name or email address and you can remain totally anonymous.
If you'd like to reach out and give your thoughts via email, write to vegmom (at) tds.net
But be sure to put something in the subject that tells me you're not a bad guy. *smile*
For anyone who has been on this journey with me or just happened upon this post, thank you and much love and happiness your way. Please share your own story, I would love to hear it!!
After I hit publish on that last post, I had a long talk with the lady in that story. Well it turns out that her feet were pretty messed up from a bad medical side effect.
She tried all the natural remedies that we could find, and all the pharmaceuticals that the doctors could conjure up but nothing was working to the point that she was confined to a bed and unable to walk.
I decided to dip in to my health coaching bag of tricks and see if we could visualize her feet feeling better. Trying to make her mind not feel the pain.
I personally am not so good at this visualization stuff. Like pretending you are on a beach when you are in labor. I know that I'm not on the beach, so pretending I am, would just tick me off if I were in labor.
Anyway back to the lady in the story. She is better at visualizing. So we talked about all the things she could do if her feet were already healed and what they would look like. We talked about HAPPY Feet, and we laughed a LOT.
And this picture showed up in our Facebook feed. Talk about perfect timing!
The next morning, she calls me FROM THE HOSPITAL..... Turns out after the doc got wind of her latest foot drama, they admitted her immediately. On IV meds and totally out of it, she calls and says:
"It worked it worked, my feet are soooo Happy now"
OK, Ummmm NOT EXACTLY what I had in mind, but what ever works, right?
Vegkid and I decided we should send her a picture of a Happy Foot to make her smile, but neither of us were having luck drawing a happy Foot.
<insert the drawing husband>
I introduce you to Tootsie the Happy Foot:
Now really, if that doesn't just make a person smile????
I don't mean sick as in gross, I mean sick as in health SICK and a love story that will change many lives.
I've debated lots about putting this in writing but I have to get it out of my head and hope you don't mind. This isn't one of my happier posts, it is just a post about life, love, and two people getting really sick.
I was talking with a friend a while back about true love and how a man that I knew would be there for his woman no matter what. He would keep the lights off and empty out her brush as his way of not letting her know the chemo was taking her hair. He would pat her back when she was horribly sick and unable to move but constantly tell her how beautiful she was. He would fluff her pillows, and bring her food and water so she didn't have to move. I think he would have collected her pee and dumped it in the toilet if it would have made her feel more comfortable.
He stayed up nights and made sure she was still breathing in the morning and would never stop showing her how much he loved her. Some people say "I love you" but others actually show it, and this man... HE SHOWED IT!!!
When telling a friend about this "true love" story that left me in awe, I neglected to tell what the lady did for the man.
You see, he would get sick years prior, and this lady ran the house, took care of him in more ways than anyone could ever imagine. She was there for him countless hours, thousands and thousands of hours by his side, surgery after surgery, life threatening event after life threatening event. She would care for his every single need, giving up a little bit of herself every single day. Dealing with his illnesses after illness, and complications after complications. His unwillingness to take care of himself or stop the habits that were killing him, she would over look those and move forward. She would make sure that he didn't have to move and that anything he could possibly need was taken care of. For years... YEARS, She catered to this man while his health would take its ups and downs. She put her whole life and heart and sole in to her love for him and dropped everything about herself that she enjoyed in the process. She aged way beyond her years becoming a nurse and caregiver to this man that held her heart.
So now it was her turn... she was diagnosed with a terminal illness and for the first time in their marriage she needed to fall back on him. He was there... And he picked up the little pieces of her life and held them tight. He kept her going, and in return that kept him going. The two of them had this love affair that no one else could ever comprehend. There was no steamy romance or extravagant gifts. They would stand by each other when life fell a part and nothing mattered as long as they had each other.
Then she got sicker and the doctors explained to him how bad it really was. This man decided that he couldn't/wouldn't live with out her and gave up on his own life. As much as pulled the trigger by sabotaging every medical effort to keep him well. He chose to lie down and call it quits!
Leaving her to pick up the pieces of his life and carry them on her back until her own last breath. What this man didn't think about during his decision to walk away from life is what that would do to his sister, brother, father, nephews, nieces. He didn't think about what it would to do to his step-grandchildren, or to his wife or her family and friends. He didn't think about all the people that have to pick up the pieces and change their own lives because of his decision. He didn't think about the expense emotionally or financially on all the people that care about his wife. All while she is carrying the little pieces of his life on her back and dropping them off one by one because her shoulders can only carry so much now. As her heart breaks more each day, and life hits square in the nose, not once did he ponder that she is still here, and for that HE SHOULD BE HERE!!!
This love story is still going on... neither of these people have gone off to the heavens yet, but now they are both listed as terminal. And for the women who plans to live for years, the one who told doctors to stick it, pulled herself together, gave hospice a quick exit, and is thriving with her disease, she is now having to welcome hospice in to her home for the man that decided he couldn't live with out her.
Back when I told my friend about the story of this "true" love, never did I imagine where it would lead. Never did I think that a modern day Romeo and Juliet would occur in my own family. Never could I have thought that the selfless nature of this love affair would turn in to such a selfish act.
Maybe this is what True Love really is about. Maybe they are supposed to carry each other's pieces of their lives until the very end. Maybe they are supposed to have this time together to treasure in a way that no one else will ever understand.
Maybe looking back, this woman knew a love that most people only dream about and at the end of this story, that will be all that matters.
Some people talk about giving the shirt off their back. Well these two gave their very lives to each other and maybe that is how it is supposed to be. Maybe it isn't selfish at all, maybe it is just Love?
A heartbreaking and very sick love story......to be continued....
Vegkid got to see the number +2 on our dashboard thermometer today for the first time in his life. That is TWO degrees for those in warmer climate, but for those in colder climates, +2 seems likes a warm spell as you're facing -23 temps.
He also got to see icicles on the house for the first time, and experience a 2am power outage with the temperatures falling. We snuggled up with extra blankets and decided we would start the fire place if it got unbearable. Then I remembered that I don't know how to start the fire place. Hmph!
But the power came back on and the house was happy.
I will admit, Tennessee icicles are very different than what I remembered Michigan icicles looking like because here they steadily melt and freeze with the super cold temp, wind and bright sun light. The poor gutters didn't know if they should drip or stop dripping.
So the end result was this really cool vertical and horizontal natural sculpture. Which the picture does not do justice. You'll have to trust me.
The other thing that has never happened before on this cold cold day, is stepping outside and my shoes freezing to the deck on impact. As in INSTANTLY my shoes were frozen to the deck. I was stuck and unable to move. THAT has never happened to me, but Vegkid was cracking up.
I had to take my feet out of the shoes and reach in to the house so my feet didn't stick to the deck. THAT would have been bad news!! Well that meant my shoes were sitting out there. Veg tried to get them off, I tried to get them off, Hubs being all macho tried to pull them off. But NOPE they were stuck like glue!
Took two glasses of hot water to un-stick my shoes from the ice. Just Crazy! THAT is when we decided we weren't going to play in the snow this time.
In the mean time schools all over the country are closed and here included. But Veg doesn't go back to school until Thursday anyway, so he isn't getting any extra time.
Thankfully outside of the gym, we had no where to be, but I didn't miss out going to the gym. hahaha
At home it was a perfect opportunity for hot cocoa and tea, watching the birds from my new window bench.
Can't complain a bit!
Hopefully the power stays on, sleep happens, trees stay standing and pipes continue to work during this cold spell before it is 60 Degrees and rainy three days from now!
A few things I do every year before the new year can begin and this time I'm quite ahead of schedule. All the laundry got done last night before the strike of 12. Plans for my business are in full swing, my email was cleaned out, work taken care of and caught up, shared a toast of organic sparkling apple juice (for real, that is how we roll), and phone calls of good wishes with loved ones. License plate got renewed, house decluttered, and our year in review memory book was filled in before Midnight.
Last thing to finish that I do annually on this day is to file all receipts and take care of family/business accounting etc. That way I'm ready for taxes before the busy season kicks up and my office is cleaned/ready for what the new year has to bring.
OH, and I have to fill in our calendar for the new year... still have to do that.
The last two, I don't have finished yet, but with everything else done, I'll let the New Year begin anyway!!
Hubs went out with a friend for Dinner last night (New Years Eve) and brought home some noise makers and hats because the Vegkid said he wanted to stay awake until midnight. For the first time in his 10yrs of life, he made it till the ball dropped. (we watched it on my iPhone) and then every one Screamed HAPPY NEW YEAR!
The fizzy apple juice was consumed, the hats were warn and the noise makers made a lot of noise. Then we all went to sleep within seconds.
Did I mention, that is how we roll... (booooooorrrring)
But I wouldn't have it any other way! At least we made it till 12:00am this time. *smile*
Now it is time for a new tradition. Trying black eyed peas with my Kale salad!
It was a GREAT way to end 2013 and kick off 2014.... Only great things from here!
YES Sirree!!! HAPPY NEW YEAR to you and yours!!!
I've mentioned this before but worth repeating to segway in to the rest of this story....When I first started running, I didn't call myself a runner. In fact I still don't call myself a runner because well, I half heatedly scoot my feet while trying to get from point A to point B. It would be like calling myself a laundry expert because I do laundry.
This part you also know...Then I started CrossFit and people called me an athlete. Just because I was there. I didn't consider myself an "Athlete" but then I joined my first real competition. The shirt said "ATHLETE" on the back. Something about seeing it on a shirt made it real. That is when I realized that I don't just workout every day, I train hard to be the best me in what ever I do. So yeah, it was on a shirt and for that day, I was an Athlete. Maybe I still am.
But now people are calling me a coach. This I will not deny and think it is my life's calling to help others become their best versions of themselves. Some don't like the term coach or don't put a lot of credibility in that term but to me it has become part of my identity. I'm a Wellness Educator by trade and passion but when someone calls me their coach it always feels extra special.
Today, I received a new shirt from people that inspire me every day. My coaches... and on the back it says simply this:
Something about seeing that on the back of a shirt makes everything I've been doing official.
Who would have thunk shirts could mean so much!
The husband did his usual pass the buck regarding Christmas presents and really I don't need presents as my life is so full. Not to mention Christmas isn't about presents but at the end of the day I want my son to learn the spirit of giving.
I want him to want to do for others and he is so filled with happiness when he sees me opening presents. The only way he can see that is if someone buys me something. This year the hubs said, "make me a list"...
So I made him a list pricing from $2 to $100, he could pick out anything he wanted. Or just draw a picture. I told him a card would be nice... ANYTHING... would - be - nice...
Well apparently he doesn't like shopping via the internet and wasn't feeling crafty to draw, so he told me to do this task myself.
"Just get what ever you want".. he said, and so I DID!
The packages came one by one, and I saved them till Christmas. This way, Veg would see me opening presents and the morning would go well.
However the surprise for me, would be seeing if any of it fit. I rarely order clothes and shoes online. But really that was all I wanted. CrossFit clothes and shoes that is! Muah ha hahahaha!!!
Turned out EVERYTHING Fit! I loved trying them on and being silly with the camera.
The shorts above are not for CrossFit of course, but I was trying a new size. They are a tad shorter than I'm used to (kind of show my giant legs) but super comfortable. Still not sure I like them yet though. They will have to grow on me. I also grabbed a pair of jeans in the same size, a head band, some boulder holders and a recipe book that I had been wanting. Kept things simple and low price this year but super happy.
As for the shoes.... Oh, those are magical shoes. Not only did I get them for a heck of a deal, AND they fit, but I don't want to take them off. I never thought I could love a pair of shoes. But seriously, after not buying a new pair in several years my feet were thanking me x1000 to slip these bad boys on.
Turned out, Santa brought me everything I wanted (including a little cash) so I'll be ready for the Garage Games in February!!!
Not sure my inlaws planned for me to use their gift toward funding a CrossFit competition, but sometimes we gotta do what we gotta do and the timing couldn't be more perfect!
I may not be fast or strong but I'm going to have some fun shirts and shoes to wear on competition day *smile*
Well Operation Ping Pong Table was surely a success in more ways than one!
After I posted about the original task of purchasing and getting this monster home then in to the bathroom. The Hubs came home and decided it needed a better hiding place.
Between the two of us, we lifted it in to the Bathtub of our basement bathroom and closed the curtain. Realizing that my kiddo never uses that bathtub or shower, it became a perfect hiding place for all Christmas presents and none were the wiser. Kudos to Hubby for that one.
When it was time for Christmas Eve and putting the table together, the Hubs said he was doing it BY HIMSELF and sent me off to take care of the rest of our christmas festivities. THIS my friends was a dream come true because for every year in the past, I was the one up till 3am making sure everything was assembled wrapped and ready for the Vegkid to have eyes of glory in the morn.
While the Mr. put together that table and it took 3hrs, I enjoyed a relaxing evening of tea, wrapping, and quiet music. All the while I hear him fussing how big it is and trying his hardest to not ask for help. Granted I offered, but I was turned away multiple times, and I'm OK with that.
By the way, it is a HUGE table, As in, it takes up 1/2 the basement and totally breaks in to the "media" center aka "man cave" aka "Xbox area".
Did I mention the purchase of this table was a success??? Yeah! It was.... Goooo Me! haha
In all the years that I've played Ping Pong or Table Tennis which ever you chose to call it, I never noticed how big the tables were. Either that or my basement is just really small.
Upon completion, I adorned the table in Christmas lights, Christmas hats and hung up all the stockings.
My little man slept in till 8:15am and I was not complaining about that ONE SINGLE BIT!
When he went downstairs, he says "Ooooh, Pretty Christmas lights"... not once noticing the table. He walked all the way past the table straight for the stockings. HOW COULD HE NOT NOTICE THE TABLE?
Maybe it was the sleeping-in brain fog, or maybe the stockings were magical and pulled his eyes toward the fire place but either way, I laughed out loud!
So I said "Hey, turn around"
He turns around.... looks at the table, processes what he is seeing. Just stands there for a minute and then shouts "NOOOOO WAYYYY, You got us a real ping pong table???... Nooooo Wayyyy, You've got to be kidding me. And a real net.... Nooooo wayyyy"
It was truly a classic moment.
We have used that table no less than 200 times since and it has become a wonderful gathering place. I hope that it continues to provide the magic of Christmas for many years to come. The magic of bringing people together, great conversation, new surprises and a whole lot of fun.
To that, I put this story to bed.... Operation Ping Pong Table - COMPLETE!
Catching up on posting since I missed much of November and one thing I meant to do in that month was the local Turkey Trot.
Last year I signed up to do the 5k with a friend. With no training, only a little CrossFit under our belts we were going to hit the chilly road and give it a try. But then they closed registration early and he missed it. I however got my registration done just in time. Picked up the race packet and everything... BUT...
Then I got sick. Yup, the night before the race, I was running a fever. My first fever in years. Woke up feeling worse and decided to nix the whole race idea.
Fast forward to this year. A bunch of my CrossFit gals were going to run the 10k Turkey Trot. I told them that I would absolutely do it with them. My plan was to start training after Oktoberfest and be able to complete the race on Thanksgiving Day.
The girls trained, and were ready. They trained hard, but I never got the chance. New plan was to just show up and do it anyway. I didn't want to miss the registration, knowing what happened last year, so I registered extra early.
Yup, I was going to do this thing with or without being able to run all six miles.
Just before the race, we get a call from Michigan that NeeNee's cancer had spread. A visit was necessary in quick order! Which happened to be ON Thanksgiving. Ended up being an amazing visit with our favorite lady on the planet, and I'm not sorry for missing the race.
Although I did feel bad to not follow through, I think they understood.
But if you are counting, that is TWO registration fees paid for two races that I didn't complete.
I'm thinking that next year... I'll sit out for what has become my annual non-race and just go for a run by myself. *smile*
2012 was my year for new things and MAN was it a great year full of new things.
Then 2013 came and I said it was my year of bigger and new things. Ever since early last year, I could feel the excitement for 2013. Heck, it started with a wedding, what could be more excitement than that??
I felt that 2013 would be my year to launch, learn, grow and step outside of my little bubble that I had created for myself.
WOW was that thought an understatement. In reflecting on 2013, so much has happened, so much change, many new things and few really big crazy things, but in looking back I learned a lot about myself and those around me.
In January, I went to my first family wedding on my Dad's side where I got to connect with a bunch of relatives that I hadn't seen since childhood. We also got to visit with my Mom who wasn't feeling so well. She was coming down with what we thought was the flu. All the grand-kids got to visit with her at the same time which only happens once in a great while. And little did I know then, that my extended family would be such a great support system as the year went on.
Later my Mom continued to feel worse, pneumonia is what we were told but eventually we would find out that it was Cancer.
We would stay connected with that extended family via internet and in person, which was a wonderful thing. I loved that we could see eachother after so many years and feel like we were still family.
Also got to see my Mom A LOT this year which was a blessing in this whole crazy ordeal.
My brother and I have had more conversations in the last eight months than I'm pretty sure the past 40 years combined. Vegkid has spent time with several cousins which was wonderful for him to gain that connection too.
During one of our many Michigan visits, these apples found their way in to our bellies as we carried on the cider mill tradition for a new generation of kids.
Soon after my Mom's diagnosis, my Silly Dad went missing in the dessert canyons of Utah. That was an interesting three days. Leave it to my Dad to walk up to a ranger's station and say "I found myself" after the media had his mug posted all over the country.
Throw in a few more fun things like my Husband losing his job, saying goodbye to our dog, Veg changing schools, then my step-dad going in to liver failure, and well this wasn't quite the "BIG" 2013 items that I had in mind when the year kicked off. But BIG none-the-less.
Sure I could throw a tantrum, freak out, get anxious or blame everyone and everything, but now that wouldn't be very productive would it?
However, they all lead to right where I am now and all the good things that also occurred.
There are blessings in every difficulty and opportunities in every challenge if we learn to look at them correctly. We can choose happiness, or choose to be miserable, I believe in that 1000%. We can't always choose our circumstances, but we can choose how we deal with them. Life is full of adventures, but how we handle them is what matters. Watching my Mom live with Cancer and putting in to perspective how awesome each breath is, really changes what you are thankful for.
A big shift for me was leaning on my real friends. And learning who would stand by me no matter how dificult or how wonderful things got. Along the way, I opened my heart to some amazing new friends that I'm not sure what I would have done with out. The support of people who really care and know the real me in any situation are the ones that I want in my life. That has been an unexpected awesome side effect of the craziness that was 2013.
I also learned that there are a people in this world that don't like when others are growing, changing or finding happiness. And those people will try to knock you down with their words, or otherwise create drama. Yet, it is their drama, their insecurities, their difficulties that THEY need to overcome. I had to take the "Kiss my Grits" approach and realize that negativity and hurtful words do not belong in my life.
Of course CrossFit was a huge part of my life this year, from my first competition to an afternoon of Paintball. Yeah, I shot a paintball gun. Sure, it didn't hit anyone but I was on the field none-the-less.
Speaking of CrossFit, I began personal wellness coaching for some of our athletes and what a wonderfully rewarding experience that has been. I've also had the honor to coach workshops weekly and get to know so many people. I've been a part of a bunch of local events, finished several challenges, and made crazy gains in my strength and overall well-being. Even made it across monkey bars for the first time in my life.
Another little adventure in 2013 was a short trip to Pittsburgh for a consulting job and about five minutes of site seeing in route to find coffee.
Happy to say that the husband started a new job this month, I officially graduated my coaching program last January, we moved things around in the house, and Vegkid started Karate. He also joined the Chess Club at his school, went away to camp, and went on stage in front of hundreds of people (twice). Turns out his new school was just what the Vegkid ordered.
Over the summer, I went away all by myself to the beach and had the most amazing, relaxing time of my life. I also finished an extra business program at my health coach school, made proposals to corporations, medical offices and holistic practitioners.
We took Veg to LegoLand for his birthday and got to see that part of the Gulf with a beautiful sunset to make it all perfect.
Oh, because that isn't all enough, I got published in a book, several newspapers and wrote articles for websites all over the wellness industry. All things that I would have never thought possible a year ago.
Yeah!! Looking back, this has been an AMAZING YEAR with a capital A-M-A-Z-I-N-G!!!!
I have learned so much about others, so much about myself and so much about life in this measely twelve months. I can't even imagine what 2014 will bring.
But I know it will bring something AWESOME. There will be tough times, I know that too. There will be laughter and in-between there will be life.
I hope you are a part of it and that your 2014 is full of Awesome too!!!
During my room remodel, I set up a make shift Ping Pong table in the basement.
Veg is having soooo much fun with it that I started looking for a real one. You see the more we turn the basement in to a fun zone the less screen time (in theory).
However my hunt for a full size ping pong table stopped quickly when I realized they were in the $300+ range.
Until I found one at Target for $87 on clearance. YES please. But however would I get it home??
And IF I got it home, how would I get it IN the house and where would I hide this beast until Christmas.
So I stalled until it was no longer on sale ... <Insert frown face>
Then today I decided to stop at a different Target just for heckAdoodles, I walked by the ping pong tables AND there it was. All by itself ON SALE.
Three people helped get it on a cart and I was determined to make it fit in my Mini. Who knew they were so heavy?? Well at this point I didn't have many options as it was purchased. The lady asked if I had a truck. NOPE, not a truck. So I put down all the seats.
It fit with about an inch to spare and my Mini smiled.
But when I closed the back door to my car, I realized I now have to get it OUT of the car all by myself.
So I figured out from reading the box that it was 125ish pounds. Tisk tisk. I can lift 125lbs. Well in case you were wondering 125lb box that is taller and wider than your arm's reach is different than a barbell.
But I muscled that bad boy through the garage and safely in to the bathroom because I didn't know where else to hide it.
Getting it OUT of the bathroom and putting it together???? Well that is the husbands job.
Aren't I sweet to leave the fun part to him *smile*
Operation Ping Pong = Success!
I've posted lots on this blog about the transformations of the rooms in our house. As Veg has grown older, play areas changed, craft areas created and home office was set up.
But this was probably the biggest undertaking of all.
I decided to get a bed for the third bedroom, and turn it in to a cozy sleeping space vs. a Lego depository. In doing so, my bedroom had a lot of clutter removed and became way more cozy... As did the rest of the house. But getting there was a bigger chore than I imagined.
There is currently a cot in the third bedroom (in the pictures), but the bed will ship in a couple weeks.
Here is how it went down in pictures.
The first pic in the top left is how the room looked before I started... The next pic shows the quiet space all decluttered. But all that stuff had to go somewhere!
And the hallway got filled rapidly... SO all that stuff had to go somewhere.
The office stuff filled up my office floor, and all the toys/legos etc. filled up Veg's floor, while everything misc. went in to the basement.
Once everything was separated in to rooms, the hallway was clean again.
Next to conquer was Veg's room... All that on his floor, needed a home. So the closet in his room got wire cubbies, from the play area, his drawers became useful and his chest got filled to. At his bedtime, the floor was spotless too and all items found a home.
Next up was my room.... I don't have the before/during picture, but you can see the after picture. QUIET and COZY with no clutter as a sleep space should be.
Then the office.... I added a bench with three more cubbies and reorganized the rest of the cubbies to hold all pertinent business items. Everything else went in to the basement.
As for the basement... The "living space" is now divided in to three areas.
Fitness, Electronic Gaming, and Fun Center.
The fun center is using the table that used to be in the play room as a make-shift ping pong table. We also pulled out the golf velcro darts, magnet darts, little foosball, and toy frisbee golf that hasn't been used since Veg was a toddler. Since I can't get rid of the electronics, at least we can have some real live fun down there with real people outside of a TV screen. (oops, did I just rant? Maybe a little)
Oh oh oh...and that table also doubles as a Dehydrating station when we aren't using it for ping pong. (dehydrating for another post)
I've never been happier to clean in all my life and am loving the new look of everything!!! Functional yet tidy.
Through out the process, I filled up three more giant garbage bags for donation, two giant garbage bags for trash as well as two recycle bins. I'm positive, that I've filled up donation bags 100 times since moving in to this house. Where does everything come from??? I know Veg outgrows stuff and we all go through phases but THREE more bags worth of stuff. The funny part is, I don't buy him anything anymore. He saves money and will get books, or games. So really, HOW does it keep accumulating???
OK back to the story....
What I didn't mention above was that ALL of this was accomplished on Saturday/Sunday with only one minor injury when I dropped something on my foot. The pictures don't do justice to the sheer magnitude of stuff being moved and furniture assembly. But I got it all done along with the rest of the house cleaned, all laundry done, carpets vacuumed, surfaces dusted, groceries purchased and food created. It is amazing how much we can get done when we put on our workout pants, some awesome tunes and set aside two days to finish a project.
EXCEPT: The storage room in the basement. That one has a sign on the door that says... "UNDER DECONSTRUCTION, ENTER AT YOUR OWN RISK"
I may conquer that one this coming weekend. OR I MAY NOT!
Not is probably more likely!!!
PS. Some day I will un-out-date our house, but for now the old carpet, tile and curtains will stick.
I haven't posted in a while and really have no excuse except for I lost my bounce. Kind of like when I'm at the gym, sometimes I can jump rope without feeling the need to stop and other times I'm lucky to get one hop. Those days I say "I lost my bounce". But it always comes back!
And well, when it comes to keeping up this blog the past few weeks, my bounce seems to have been thrown out with the trash. I've spent a lot of time writing for others but have neglected my own journaling. Then the two times I tried to post, they both got lost in cyber space and never made it to publish. Other times, I didn't feel like posting a positive whimsy and someone told me once that if I don't have anything nice to say that I shouldn't say anything at all.
Which told me, it was time to take a break.
Well today, I'm back. Certainly not as consistent but this place is my outlet to journal, share and maybe even inspire. Heck, even when I don't have something nice to say....
Look out for a few posts coming soon (assuming they don't get eaten up by cyberspace)