Thursday, December 27, 2012

HONORED

I am honestly still SO very humbled and honored (for a lack of a better word) that this Christmas, Pete's sister, Maggie, asked me to be her Maid of Honor.  I feel so lucky to have Peter in my life, to keep me grounded, light hearted, and loved.  But I feel a million times luckier to have such a great relationship with his family and especially someone so important to Peter, his sister Maggie. 
I keep looking at the creative and elegant box she gave me, each time it gives me a giddy smile.  The top of the box read: WILL YOU BE MY.  And on the inside, in a beautiful font: MAID OF HONOR. 

I knew Maggie wanted to have her three female cousins in her wedding party, so when we were all gathered around at Grandma Andrus's on Christmas morning she explained that she had something to give them.  Kate was standing near with her camera in hand, so I went to get out of the way so that she could capture them opening their gift.  But much to my suprise, Maggie handed ME a box as well.  At that point I was stunned and touched.  Low and behold, she was not just asking me to be in her wedding party, but to be her Maid of Honor.  (It gives me goosebumps now just thinking about it). 
Maggie and I continue to grow closer and closer each day, and I have looked up to her for so many reasons from the moment I met her, and honestly even before I met her.  As I know how important she is to Peter.  With out saying too much, and spoiling my MOH speech for May 31st, 2014, I'm beyond HONORED.
Let the planning, crafting, celebrating begin!

Tuesday, December 11, 2012

Breaking The Ice.


Wowza.  Last post November 4th.  Time to Break the ice and just crank out a catch up post.

Thanksgiving was great.  Turkey Trotted with my favorite girls.  Spent time with some extended family.  Rode home from Osseo with my favorite little people.

Weekend after Thanksgiving and Black Friday, Pete and I went up north.  I'm not going to lie.  It was not what I wanted to do.  I had been running through life at a break neck speed, and I had an agenda to burrow in our place and do all the things I hadn't had time to over the last few weeks.  Laundry, cooking, organizing, cleaning, netflixing, etc etc.  But, I did something I have to say I don't do enough.  I listened to Peter.  I went to Pinewood.  And it was exactly what I needed.  Reading, napping by the fire place, quality time with Gma Andrus and Pete's parents, a meat raffle, smelling the exhaust of the snowmobiles Pete had started up and tuned up for our trip in January.  Good Stuff.

This last weekend Pete and I headed to Prescott Friday night.  I had a date with my mom to start some Christmas baking, and Pete and Jack had an agenda to do some manly stuff.  Ya know, moving furniture, talking sports, drinking beer.  Unfortunately, my car was on the fritz...again.  So we departed and headed to our favorite mechanic.  Angel.  (Pete's sisters fiance).  We hung out with Maggie and Colton for the afternoon, and ended up spending the day with them on Sunday.

Thanks to Angel, my vehicle is back in action and at a minimal cost.  I am however saving up and keeping my eyes peeled for a new (to me) transportation device.  The KIA has been good to me, and has racked up a memorable 170,000 miles.  Including a trip with my mom and sister down to Texas back in its early years. Lots of memories in that little SUV, but lots of stress and dollars have gone into its life in the last few years.

I am however looking forward to Christmas, and all the gatherings that will commence.  This weekend I hope to get my Santa on and get my Christmas crafts started.  Stay tuned.  And now that I've broken the ice on the blogging, I hope to stay current.

Have a great Tuesday!

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Personal Mission Statement

Franklin Covey Mission Statement Builder



The Franklin Covey Personal Mission Statement Builder has been on my mental to do list for quite awhile now.  And a lazy Sunday afternoon, was a perfect time for some introspection and completion of this project.  After all, the Packer game isn't on TV (lame), Pete is at work, the fire place is on, Diesel is sleeping at my side, and no time like the present.  Especially as I am about embark on a new chapter in my life.  

The (Personal) Mission Statement Builder takes you through Ten different topics or aspects of life, asking questions, extracting values and believes, and then compiles your responses into a pretty powerful result.  


Mine is as follows: 

I am at my best when I am on a schedule. 

I will try to prevent times when I am unprepared.. 

I will enjoy my work by finding employment where I can Be creative. 

I will find enjoyment in my personal life through Be challenged and driven. 

I will find opportunities to use my natural talents and gifts such as creative projects, cooking,  
connecting with people, listening, organizing and assessing the big picture and creating action items, seeing the best in people.. 

I can do anything I set my mind to. I will pursue a fitness career along with coaching and cooking/organizational services.. 

My life's journey is to help people become the BEST them. To help others figure out THEIR life journey. To help people flourish and feel GREAT about themselves and their purpose. To help people find the beauty within themselves. Results of the journey is simply a better world, of happy and loving people.. 

I will be a person who At my 80th birthday, I would like my husband and children (grand children) to be there, and all the people that I have helped along the way. I want it to be a celebration of ALL of their lives, not just mine. I want to be known as the person who was good and did good.. 

My most important future contribution to others will be Love, Fairness, and honesty.. 
I will stop procrastinating and start working on:Say No more often to things I don't value or believe in. 

I will stop procrastinating and start working on:Be more assertive about my own feelings and desires. 

  • Open up more and share my thoughts and my love more openly. Be myself. Don't hold back.

I will strive to incorporate the following attributes into my life:

  • Integrity
  • Intensity of Character
  • Infinite Love

will constantly renew myself by focusing on the four dimensions of my life:

  • Challenge myself everyday, be in the flow. (Challenge/Ability)

  • Love myself and accept the grace and love of God.

  • Carry out actions in entirety, and organize actions/concepts. (Flow)

  • Say no to obligatory friendships, stay connected to family and loved ones, and put myself and my needs first.



Pretty Cool.  And that all (for me) speaks for itself.  I encourage you do complete the exercise yourself.


Tuesday, October 2, 2012

All's Fair in Love & War...


My dad sent me this article this morning, and it completely captures my recent view points as a result of recent events taking place in the National Football League; as well as the debates occurring in my living room between Peter and Me.  

While the replacement refs were not only thrown under the bus, but completely massacred across every media outlet in the universe, where was the responsibility of the players and coaches?  Where is the sportsmanship and old fashioned values of respect and fair play?  

"The refs are letting the game get out of hand...".  Yes, the refs play a significant role in the game of football, but why shouldn't responsibility lie with the "adult" men wearing the jerseys?  Why is violence, fighting, and dishonesty all of a sudden okay when there are replacement refs on the field.  I think some personal integrity was lost in the last few weeks of football, and its not surprising to me that we often hear of athletes of all levels, engaging in  illegal acts.  If its okay to act violently and in a manner of moral masking and unethical behavior on the field, why wouldn't they conduct themselves any different off the field.  And these athletes are supposed to be role models?  Pfffsh.  

I have always had values of sportsmanship and honesty instilled in me and my life, whether its on a field or court, or off.  Athletics taught me many many many lessons, and sportsmanship was definitely one of them.  I always felt strongly that your game speaks for itself.  Those who resort to unethical behaviors in their sport, likely have gaps in their abilities, as well as their focus.  Channel that energy to what you are supposed to be doing, and you wont find yourself in any questionable situations; and you will also be able to look yourself in the mirror at the end of the day and uphold the highest integrity and self respect in knowing you have taken the higher road.  

I could go on and on about this topic, but Ruben Rosario lays it all out superbly in the following article.  Enjoy.

Ruben Rosario: All's fair in love and war -- and professional sports?
Posted:   09/27/2012 12:01:00 AM CDT
September 28, 2012 4:52 AM GMTUpdated:   09/27/2012 11:52:22 PM CDT

Oh, the irony. Throngs of football fans who oppose unions and collective bargaining rights are celebrating the return of unionized National Football League referees after a three-month lockout. A settlement was reached this week, after the hoopla over a blown call by replacement refs that cost the Green Bay Packers a win over the Seattle Seahawks.
Some of these folks -- particularly east of the St. Croix River -- are the same ones lambasting the greedy teachers in Chicago, or the American Airlines pilots who have been working without a contract for nearly nine years, or the 1,300 union workers locked out for more than a year now at the American Crystal company's sugar beet plants in Minnesota and North Dakota.
As one magazine writer put it, "Football trumps ideology."
But something else about the well-viewed play caught my eye and underlines the win-at-all-costs mentality that many of us now accept in sports and other fields. It has to do with morals and ethics that we try to teach our children, but sometimes abandon or bend when it involves our kids or our team.
Despite overwhelming evidence to the contrary, Seahawks wide receiver Gordon Tate and his coach, Pete Carroll, insisted the referee made the right call.
Tate knows full well he did not have possession of what was judged a touchdown catch that won the game for his team. And as a newsroom sports colleague wrote, people know Carroll was lying "because his lips were moving."
It would have been


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quite a spectacle had Tate jumped up and denied he caught the ball, or if Carroll had stepped forward and acknowledged that the Packers were robbed of a win. His teammates would have reamed Tate, and Carroll would have heard it from management. Lying and cheating and getting over on someone have become more the norm in competitive athletics.
I'm not talking about major ethical violations like doping or paying a college athlete under the table. It's more the little things that happen daily on the playing field. Things like a player insisting he caught a ball when we all saw he did not, or denying he tipped a ball out of bounds, or visibly protesting when caught in a clear infraction.
Sharon Stoll has a description for this type of behavior: moral masking. Stoll is a professor and director of the Center for Ethical Theory and Honor In Competition and Sport -- its acronym spells "ethics" -- at the University of Idaho. You know this issue is a major one when there's a center established to study it.
The center is conducting years-long research on the moral reasoning of more than 90,000 athletes at the high school and college levels. So far, it has found conclusively that the moral reasoning of athletes is impaired by competition where lying and cheating are tolerated in the quest for victory.
Moral masking "is where you know it's wrong, but you've become calloused to it because in that environment, that's what's encouraged and so you follow along, you quit thinking," says Stoll, adding that such behavior is also found in other highly competitive and stressful endeavors.
Despite code-of-conduct policies and stated ideals by the institutions of athletic competition, "team sports has morphed in our country to a point where the only thing that counts is the win," Stoll said. "We do not teach sportsmanship, honor, honesty, respect or fair play. Rather, we teach how to get around the rules and how to gain an advantage."
Stoll notes that the athlete's moral sense of fair play, of right and wrong, mostly re-emerges after the person leaves that environment.
Scott Howell, head football coach of the St. Paul Central High School Minutemen, also saw last Monday night's controversial play and the dust-up over it.
"Unfortunately, we all never agree with every call and also benefit from some bad calls at times, but what we preach in our program is that we 'always want to win with class and lose with class,' " he said in an e-mail. "That was a totally bad situation where they (Tate and Carroll) looked at winning more than the integrity of the game. Their responses afterward showed that their only concern was winning the game by any means necessary."
Stoll was gracious enough to send me three of the 16 questions that form the Idaho ethics center's survey. Take a crack at them. And no cheating.
These are three questions from an ongoing research survey conducted by the Center for Ethical Theory and Honor In Competition and Sport at the University of Idaho. The responses range from strongly agree to strongly disagree:
-- Two rival basketball teams in a well-known conference played a basketball game on team A's court. During the game, team B's star player was consistently heckled whenever she missed a basket, pass, or rebound. In the return game on team B's home court, the home crowd took revenge by heckling team A's players. Such action is fair because both crowds have equal opportunity to heckle players.
-- During the double play in baseball, players must tag second base before throwing to first. However, some players deliberately fake the tag, thus delivering a quicker throw to first base. Pretending to tag second base is justified because it is a good strategy. Besides, the umpire's job is to call an illegal play.
-- Swimmers are taught to stand completely still just before the gun shot that starts the race. Some coaches teach their swimmers to move their head and upper body slightly which possibly forces an opponent to false start. If swimmer B false starts he will probably stay in the blocks a fraction longer when the race starts. Consequently, swimmer A may have an advantage during the race. Because all competitors have equal opportunity for this strategy, this is an acceptable means for swimmers to increase their advantage.
Source: Hahm-Beller Values Choice Inventory, Copyrighted S. Stoll, J. Beller and C. Hahm, 2012. Center for ETHICS, University of Idaho. All rights reserved.

Monday, October 1, 2012

No Plan - Plans

This is a quick blost (blog post).  To declare my intentions to make NO plans for this FRIDAY, SATURDAY, or SUNDAY.  As silly as it seems, this is going to be hard for me. 

We perpetually have plans and places we have to be.  Not that we don't enjoy all our engagements, and parties, and such...but we have had plans (with exception of one evening) every day or night for the last 2 weeks.  Oye.  I had a mini melt down last night as I went into work.  I NEED to have a reboot day.  And not like today...we grocery shopped, laundried, and I'm just finishing at work.  I mean a "I watched 3 movies and didn't move from the couch" day. 

In attempts to make this happen and take a mental and social break from everything, before the chaos of another month starts...I'm making plans to make no plans this weekend.  Pete works both days, I work Saturday, but other than that.  No.  Plans. 

Game. On. 

Tuesday, September 25, 2012

+365

September 24, 1985.  This girl was born.  September 24, 2012.  I celebrated my 27th Birthday.  *Gulp*

I had a fantastic day.  Fan. Tast. Ick.  Photojournalism seemed like a fun idea'r.  So here she goes.

I started out my day with my Body Blast Group.  Day 4.  We met at Richardson Nature Center (perfect for my birthday!), and we did a hill run workout.  We ran to the bottom of the Bush Lake Rd. hill, to the stop lights, turned around and ran the 1/2 mile back up the hill.  Repeat x2.  And jog back to the nature center.  It was a cool brisk morning; PERFECT for watching the sun come up as we broke a mad sweat truckin' up that hill.  Bush Lake Rd isn't far from our place, so I hope to include this workout once a week.  I'm thinking Mondays.  Stay tuned.

Caribou Coffee also helped me celebrate my day of birth, buy giving me a free drink.  Sadly, didn't get anything fancy...I felt too good after my morning workout to ruin it with sugary syrups and junk.  I opted for an Americano that I poured into my protein shake. NOM NOM.


One of Peter's gifts to me, a couple packages of crazy colored socks. :)  He knows the way to my heart.  On top of the socks, Peter got me 8...yes 8 colorful spatulas.  (Kitchen accessories....also the way to my heart.)  A jumbo pill container (I requested this, because all my supplements don't fit into a regular sized container - so I always had to delicately and strategically place them in their compartment.  Not anymore!  He also gave me a Matthews Jersey Tshirt.  GB logo on front Matthews 52 on the back.  And a Matthews "poster".  ;)  



I had a short and sweet day at work yesterday, and right before I was getting ready to leave...Peter strolled in with some Stargazer Lilies, Dark Chocolate (salted), and a very thoughtful card.  These flowers smelled OUTTA THIS WORLD AWESOME.  Can't wait to go in my office today.


My very best good friends, Sarah and Jen got me a bag full of goodies as well.  A Paleo Cookbook (again, kitchen accessories....LOVE), Coconut Butter packets (NOM), some various dark chocolate, and some 'raw peanut butter (which needs an entire blog post on its own to describe).

Peter and I ran home, ran a few errands, and went back to LifeTime to pick up a very special package.  A dog.  Diesel, a 2 year old pure bred boxer.  

Saturday I received a call from our good friend Sarah, telling me about a coworker who needed to find someone to foster his dog for awhile because his living situation had changed and needed to find a home for him while he figured out a different residency.  Sarah thought of Peter and Me, complete dog lovers, that just haven't been ready to pull the trigger on complete canine ownership yet.  Lately I have been jones'ing for a dog, and Peter has actually been the practical one, saying that we really shouldn't and can swing it right now. We talked it over, got some more information, talked with the owner, and upon meeting Diesel yesterday, took him home with us.  Happy Birthday ME! :)  

As well as helping out a coworker, and a great dog, this gives us a chance to trial run the dog parent lifestyle.  This is not a permanent situation, but right now we don't have a timeline as to when the owner will be able to take him back.  So for the foreseeable future, we are proud foster parents to Diesel.  He is a VERY well behaved, well trained, SOLID 60 pound boxer.  He does great with kids as well as other dogs.  He takes commands well, from anyone.  Sit, Stay, Shake, Laydown, No Beg, etc. etc.  He and Peter have bonded pretty fast, and Diesel follows Peter everywhere around the house.  


Although Diesel seems to be enjoying a lazy morning, I just got back from Body Blast (core day), so we are going to enjoy a nice walk and introduction to the neighborhood. :)  Looking forward to having a walking companion, in Diesel.  Can't wait for everyone to meet and fall in love with him, as we both have.

As for the rest of my birthDAY.  Peter and I spend the afternoon doing meal prep, laundry, hanging with Diesel.  Fired up the grill and had Peter's parents over for Dinner and MNF.  Which I won't even go there, because there is enough talk about the GB game; its a BEAUTIFUL day, and I'm moving on.  Come with me.  ;)




Saturday, September 22, 2012

3....2...1...Body Blast - Off!

 August 4th kicked off the Fall 90 Day Challenge.  I was pretty excited to have a rejuvinated commitment, and had some health and fitness goals I wanted to tackle.  By 24th of August, my enthusiasm had waivered.  Mentally I tried to recommit with the new month of September, but the Labor Day weekend wasn't exactly conducive to my efforts. 

My 90 day goal was to cut about 18 pounds, and I was down 7 at one point, but then back up a few.  So technically, I still lost 4 spare pounds in the 90 Day Challenge effort; but I was not attacking my goals as previously planned. 

While in a session with a favorite client and coworker (a personal trainer), the topic of her 10 Day Body Blast Training Group came up.  10 days straight.  6:30am High Intensity Circut style workouts.  Could this be the accountability and assistance I needed?

One of my struggles in staying compliant to my goals, is trouble getting my rear out of bed and in gear.  I can flex and mold my work schedule, so I found myself being lazy in the morning, getting distracted, and not getting to the gym until the last minute.  Which was fine; but was not helping the intensity or quality of my workouts.

I can tell you, after 2 mornings of Body Blast....this is exactly what I needed.  Accountability to get out of bed, and get to the gym.  To push myself, or be pushed by a trainer, in oh, so fun speed/agility/plyometric workouts.  Along with setting a physical (weight loss) goal, we set a nutritional behavior change goal.  Respectively, my goals are to cut 5lbs of FBM, and to return to portion and time controlled meals.  Oh, and to stop seeking out the deliciously evil cruncy peanut butter when I have a hankering for a snack.

Getting up early, getting to the gym, to workout with a small group, an awesome trainer has caused my energy to sky rocket.  It is a tad(pole) like eating the frog. 

Eat That Frog

30 second intervals bear crawling, speed ladder'ing, and push up claps will be, without a doubt, the toughest tasks of my day.  And at 7:00am, they are behind me.  Thats a great feeling. Not to mention, the jump start I have on my list of administrative tasks to do here at work, AND pumping out a blog.  That always makes this girl happy!  Oh, and did I mention that I get to see my favorite little people today?!?

Ella Jane turned 2 last Saturday, and Nolan will be ONE tomorrow.  So we will be venturing to WI and celebrating a little with them this evening.  Excited to see, snuggle, and love on them.

I'll update ya'll throughout the next 9 days, and remaining 8 days of Body Blast.  'Til then...forget kissing frogs...get to eating YOUR frog.  

Monday, September 17, 2012

Wisconsin Weekend Wins

I'm sure I've mentioned this before, but one of my favorite conversation starters is the "Hi/Low" question.  Last night, after we crawled into bed early (9:00), I asked Pete what his Hi/Low of the weekend was.  His "low" was the ugly football game.  (Even though the Badgers pulled off a Win, it was NOT pretty).  He reported his High was walking around Camp Randall, taking in the atmosphere and people watching.

For me, this weekend was plump full of highs, so I think I just might make a list.
*Friday night trip down to Verona with Peter,  never turned on the radio, just chatted about this and that the entire way.
*Getting to see two of my favorite aunts, who flew from Cali to take in some Packer/Badger Football.
*Getting to spend time with my aunt and uncle - Andrew & Stacey, and Roxy, their adorable Cocker Spaniel.
*Spending time, tailgating with a bunch of cousins: Leah, Kris, Gavin, Bri, Russ, Danny, Kelly, Ryan
*Getting Peter to his first Badger Football Game :)
*Purchasing Peter's Sweet Zubaz Badger Hat
*Bo Ryan coming over to chat with us all (we were the last to leave the parking ramp).
*Morning after the game, family scattered all over Drew's house, slowly waking up.  Peter and I on the double wide couch, Uncle Dave on the other couch, Bri & Russ on a (deflating) air mattress in the living room, Gavin on the recliner/futon in the basement, etc. etc.  Took me back to Sunday mornings in college.

With all those Highs said, I am able to pin point one very specific and specific moment that I will treasure forever.  After the game we all met back at our Tailgating spot (4th level of the ramp right next to the Stadium).  After the 5th quarter, the Marching band files out of the stadium and plays an encore.  We were all leaning over the edge taking in the show...some of us polka-ing to "Roll out the Barrel", and singing along with the excellent tunes.  I was standing next to my Grandpa Johnson (a former band teacher himself), and he was bopping along, drumming on the wall to the music.  He leaned over to me and said, with a BIG smile on his face, "If this doesn't give goosebumps, nothing will."  My heart warms just thinking of this moment.

My view, standing next to my Grandpa.  :)

It was an ugly game, but the night atmosphere was electric.  My first night game, and Pete's FIRST game, ever.

Thanks to Uncle Andrew for the GREAT seats!

Two Rows behind us, Janet and Grandpa Johnson. 

On Wisconsin!



Peter and West Coast Aunt Mary.

I'm so glad I got to spend the weekend with my family, enjoying some time treasured traditions of Wisconsin Football.  If you are wondering what my Low was, it was that the day went by too fast and we finally had to succumb to our fatigue at 1 AM.  Wished I could have stayed awake for the driveway fire pit and additional laughs with my family.

Wednesday, August 29, 2012

Saving Lives

A few months ago, I volunteered to become our Club's CPR/First Aid representative.  I became a American Heart Association CPR/First Aid Instructor by taking an incredibly dry and tedious certification; which consisted of watching 7-8 hours of instructional videos and becoming current in CPR/FA myself.  I also participated in a live Instructor 8 hour Lecture/Course at another LTF location. 

I should back up a little bit.  I often refer to my dad as the safety police.  He's worked at a refinery for over 20 years, and being employed in a fairly dangerous atmosphere, they preach safety to their employees.  My dad always brought those lessons home to share with us.  "Your shoe is untied, that is not a safe behavior", "don't ever stand on a chair", and other small safety tips were often on the tip of his tongue, among other more significant pieces of advice.  So when the opportunity to become a CPR/FA Instructure presented itself, I thought, what a great opportunity, Dad would be so proud, and I could carry on his safety legacy.  Plus, we needed someone to take the reins and get our Team Members compliant with the CPR/FA requirements.

Recently, I started to feel overwhelmed with my responsibilities and commitments at work, to the point that I wanted to step back and reassess where I was spreading myself too thin.  I felt as though the CPR/FA instructing could be an area that I could dial back on, as it wasn't exactly a profitable commitment.  Team Members weren't signing up for the courses or the test outs, so often I would prep for a class, show up, wait 30 min and then leave.  To me, it was an evening set aside, wasted, that I could have been seeing clients, or doing something productive. 

I was just talking to a coworker about this, and said that I just wasn't passionate about it, it wasn't a beneficial commitment.  And I just didn't want to do it any more.  I was no longer interested.  I attempted to express that to my Training Center Represenative, who oversees all of the instructors, but I was encouraged to stay on board, at least until replacements were found.

Then tonight happened. 

After a session with a client, I went upstairs to get a protein shake.  I was lingering at the front desk, when a member came to the desk and said, "A woman just called 9-1-1 for her husband, they are down on the workout floor."  After informing my GM of the situation, I followed the member down to an elderly couple.  The husband sitting on a chest press machine, and his wife kneeling by his side, holding his hands.  She had just gotten off of the phone with 9-1-1 and responders were on their way.

Impressively, the wife calmly explained, she had come over to check on her husband, to see how long he was going to be, and she realized that something was wrong.  His eyes were glazed over, and he wasn't responding to her questions.  She expressed that he has a history of small seizures, and has been on medication to keep them at bay for some time now. 

When I first arrived, he was not very responsive, his jaw was trembling, the left side of his face was drooping, and he had some drool, that his loving wife was tending to.  A few minutes later, he started to come-to, and was starting to respond to some questions.  The paramedics arrived, and took over, asking questions, running tests, and assessing the situation.  As they manuvered him off of the workout floor via wheel chair and stretcher, he seemed to get a little worse, digressing to trembling and drooling a little more. 

The paramedic explained to him that, based on her small assessment, they would be treating him as though he was having a stroke.  So they were going to "go nice and fast" (as she said) to the hospital, and that he "would be a popular guy" when they got there.  (I love how she put that, in a positive light, careful not to alarm him or his wife.)  Needless to say, tonight my heart goes out to that couple, and I have found my inspiration and passion for being a CPR and First Aid Instructor.  All the videos and slideshows in the world can't instill in your the importance of being able to respond to an emergency situation.  Unfortunately, until you experience a situation like that first hand, its tough to sympathize and understand how powerful that knowledge truely is.

Also, thinking about educating people on this subject matter, now seems incredibly valuable.  What if that was my grandfather, or dad, or anyone who is close to me.  I would be SO incredibly thankful that there are people around that are able to respond appropriately in case of an emergency.  I think of the bulk of the team members who are delinquent on their CPR and First Aid, they work in the Child Care Center.  I can't imagine what I would do if anything happened to Dain, Ella, or Nolan; and I would hope that the people overseeing them are knowledgable in what to do in the case that something happen.

Knowledge is power.  And Spreading that knowledge is a lot more valuable to me after tonights events.  Check out AmericanHeartAssociation.org for more information on how to save lives.

Tuesday, August 21, 2012

Weekend Roundup


 Cooler weather, Jeans and Sweats, pumpkin flavored beverages, changing colors on the tree's, back to school fever, football galore, crockpot creations, and some special birthdays.  All reasons why I always completely embrace the conclusion of Summer.  Our summer schedule was so incredibly busy; all great wonderful things, but whoa. Enough.

The last two weekends, Pete and I have had the opportunity to pause, and say "its a weekend...and we are HOME...with no agenda."
That. Feels. Incredible.

Friday morning I had a chiropractic appointment in Eagan, so I decided to stop by the old Coffee Shop I worked at, say hello, and pick up some REAL coffee for the weekend.  Then I stopped by to say hello to my favorite new momma and growing baby boy - Colton.

After a day at work and a good workout Friday night.  I was able to come home and spend time with my friend/roommate/coworker/lifecoach, sitting on the kitchen floor, just chatting and catching up.  Time with her always leaves me feeling refreshed and blessed.  AND she lent me her dog for the night :)  I'm REALLY jones'ing for a dog lately.  Really bad.

This weekend was slightly different, in the sense that we had a lot going on, but it was all GREAT stuff.  Saturday morning we had Pete's family (including his visiting Aunt from SD, Kristie), and Maggie and Colton over for breakfast.

I then had to go into work for a few short hours, while Pete spent the day with his family, out and about.  I then met up with them back at Pete's parents house for an AMAZING dinner (Happy Birthday Angel dinner), and some chill family time.

 Sunday morning I headed out to help a friend for a few hours, and then headed to Woodbury to have a girls afternoon with my Mom and Sister.  And was Surprised by a third party, DAIN.  :)  I can't believe how big he is getting, and that he will be going to Kindergarden in a few weeks!   We had some lunch and did some (successful) shopping.  On my way home I stopped by Sam's Club to pick up our groceries for the week.  (A LOT of Broccoli).

Pete had spend Sunday with his family, as aunt Kristie departed back to South Dakota.  Once I arrived home, it wasn't long that Pete and his parent came to pick me up for an evening out with them.  We went and grabbed dinner (to go) and headed to "Theater In the Woods" in Eagan for a night of Blue Grass music, by Monroe Crossing.  It was a BEAUTIFUL night, and the music was phenomenal.  Would LOVE to go listen to them more.
Theater in the Woods.  AWESOME place.

So all in all, not exactly a quiet weekend by any means...but with fall in the air, it just has a different vibe to it.  A good one.  Not so hectic.  A welcomed peaceful pace.  I recently saw a quote that said, "You are the prettiest when you are happy."

Well, in that case...I was REALLY Pretty this weekend.


MacGyver snuggling Saturday night.  Love Puppy Cuddles.

Tex, Jen's Dog, Relaxing Saturday morning.

Peter and Tex, greeting our guests for Saturday Brunch.

Yea man, thats the Good stuff.

Baby/Man Child Colton :)



Saturday, August 4, 2012

Surprised.

"Fake it 'til you make it."  The phrase often gets thrown around.  I myself have used it from time to time.  Internally, tonight, It kept popping into my head as I saw my reflection in the kitchen windows.  Actually, lately, when I intentionally or even inadvertently view my reflection,  I hear my subconscious echo this phrase.

But not in the sense that I'm coaching myself to do so.  Rather, that it has already been ingrained in my behavior; and more specifically my body image.  I'm still processing some of this train of thought, so bear with me.  

I am no where near my ideal physique.  Actually, I don't think I even have a body that I can claim to be in the same sentence as "physique".  But recently, since I've been hearing the subconscious mantra "fake it 'til you make it" repeat, it seems that I have finally eased the reins on my harsh and unrelenting negative body image.

Once upon a time, in the midst of my eating disorder and other self defeating behaviors,  I would literally cringe and cower at the sight of my reflection.  Mentally I would completely assault my entire being.  Physically, mentally, emotionally, and spiritually.  

Although I still have my days or moments of disapproval, I seem to have strung together many more days of love, support, appreciation, and favour for what my body provides me with, and what I am capable of.

I felt the urge to blog this, as I saw my reflection tonight and was surprisingly accepting.  It is a new and welcomed feeling. I may not have always completely believed myself when I would think and feel accepting thoughts about my body, but it seems like I have successfully "fake'd it" into a consistent behavior.

I'll take it.

Tuesday, July 31, 2012

Alive and...well.

A brief post to indicate I am indeed alive and well.  I hesitate on the "well" because CRIPES I AM BUSY.  "Busy is good", most people would say.  Usually I agree, but lately, this kind of busy is overstaying its welcome.

Don't get me wrong, we've had many exciting and joyous happenings.  Three family weddings in the last 2 months, and the birth of Peter's Nephew, to name a few.  However commitments are overtaking any kind of balance in our schedule, and I'm craving some rejuvenation.  I did have a small taste of that on Sunday...it was quite delightful actually.

After a work and fun filled weekend, the wedding of my cousin Gavin (followed by a LATE night of celebrations), I made my way home Sunday afternoon.  Stopping to restock our groceries and my belly (Byerly's Salad Bar!), I relished in some quiet alone time out and about (Peter had to drag him self to work after one, or 20 too many libations the night before).  Arriving at our empty home, I organized our kitchen, found space for all the groceries that I would later slice and dice, and I reveled in the silence and freedom from having to be at meetings, gatherings, or any other place other than home.  I will be the first to admit, because of our chaotic schedule and stress at work, I've been on crabby cave lady.

I sprawled out, silently watching 2012 Olympics, indulging in my new addiction Fifty Shades of Grey, stopping each chapter (not an easy task) to switch laundry, and work my way down my to do list stashed in my mind.  As I resumed reading, the page started to blur, and I was gone.  Not dreaming, but hibernating for the next 3 hours.  I woke to muted olympic contests, completely refreshed; mentally and emotionally.  I NEED to schedule more days like that.

As we close the end of another month today, I have a sense of relief that a new month is upon us.  I have always appreciated a fresh start, a clean slate.  August, although quite warm in its own rights, signals a soon change in seasons, the start to Life Time Fitness's 90 Day Challenge (in which I pledge to make some changes in my own life, particularly in the health, wellness, and fitness goals realm), and hopefully a movement towards BALANCE.  

"The key to keeping your balance is knowing when you've lost it." Anonymous

Sunday, June 17, 2012

Tragedy


Rule number one is; don't sweat the small stuff.  Rule number two is, it's all small stuff. -Rober Eliot

Yesterday a tragety hit my life.  As I was en route to my date with my favorite 5 year old, I realized the temperature gage in my car read way above "H".  I pulled over, made some calls to the Auto Guru's in my life, and decided that I would turn around and head home.  About a mile down the road, at the crossroads of a busy street in Bloomington, my car died and smoke started to spew from under the hood.  Wonderful.  An hour plus later this was the scene.


Life has been down right hectic this last week.  From traveling, to class at church, to work, to training at corporate, moving and settling in our new place, to oversleeping numerous mornings due to the late nights of moving/cleaning/studying, to more work, etc...etc...etc.  "Tragedies" like I experienced always tend to hit when life is hectic...never when you are calm and prepared.  However, oddly enough despite this vehicle 'tragedy', I'm calm as a cucumber.  Why?  Because its a vehicle.  I still have my health, my family, and my friends.

Real tragedies are the 2011 Tsunami killing over 13,000 people and leaving 12,000 missing.  Tragedy is Hurricane Katrina in 2005, killing 1,836 people, leaving $81 billion of damage in its wake.  Tradgedy is the fact that 6 MILLION children die of hunger every year.  And 925 MILLION people around the world are malnurished. (And to make that worse...obsesity is the #2 leading cause of preventable death in the United States).

My vehicle issues are simply an inconvenience, and truly a reality check.  I have so much to be thankful for in my life, this hiccup is a blessing.  If you are reading this, you too have a lot to be thankful for.  Take a minute to take some deep breaths, let go of what you've been stressing about this week, and be grateful.  I am.

Friday, June 15, 2012

Kraft Nuptuals

6.9.12. As in June Sixth, Two Thousand and Twelve. 


(Last) Saturday I was able to celebrate the love and commitment of Brianna Johnson (now Kraft) and Russell Kraft. Last winter my cousin, and one of my best friends, asked me and my other cousin (Leah) to be her maid and matron of honor. We have all been KRAFTING ;), planning, chatting, stressing, and yearning for this exciting event. From finding Brianna's AMAZING dress, to the bridesmaids dresses, making centerpieces, throwing and attending bridal showers and bachelorette parties...every aspect of this wedding planning went flawlessly. The result...an incredible day for an incredible couple.


I couldn't stop gazing at Brianna on Saturday, as she was absolutely STUNNING in her dress; her outfit was topped off by a radiant glow of love and happiness as she married her best friend. I think she was also glowing slightly at the fact that this party was for her...and boy did she work it. As she pranced around the reception, she without a doubt was cutting loose and having a great time! Seeing that made this maid of honor, extremely happy. Brianna has a contagious attitude and zest for life, she constantly has a smile and a witty comment on the tip of her tongue...followed by her adorable laugh.


I'd be remissed if I didn't send out a post in honor of this terrific weekend. I'm looking forward to viewing the professional pictures in the near future...but for now - a few pics we managed to snap as the day went on, and an excerpt from Leah and my speech...(slightly altered to make sense to a reader).






BEAUTIFUL FLOWERS :)

Granddaughters giving Gramps some love.

Party Rockin'.

Me and Papa J.

My Co-Maid of Honor and her Hubby.
For Starters, we want to thank you all for coming to support and celebrate Brianna and Russ. I would also like to take this opportunity to thank someone who has been a fixture in my life for as long as I can remember. She is beautiful, compassionate, loyal, patient, has a great sense of humor, and loves me unconditionally...Leah...I want to say Thank you for helping me through this Maid of Honor business....  ;)

Okay, okay...Brianna is all those fabulous things too...but, Brianna, thankfully she is also very patient and determined. When Brianna first came on the scene in the fall of ‘86, Leah and I weren’t exactly thrilled.  Who was this Brown Eye’d Brunette Johnson? Brianna persistanly tagged along and wanted to join us.  After being scolded by Denise several times, to “play nice”...we realized how incredible this Beautiful Bride really is.  Our frienship has grown through the different chapters of life, seasons, and activities.  She has always been someone I can share my joys, concerns, and my secrets with... (wink), and she often has many to share as well.  

While at Brianna and Russ’ bridal shower that was held at Russ’ parents house, Leah had the chance to look at several of their family photos. Amongst the pictures, was a sign that said grandma and grandpa’s house is where cousins go to become friends. That statement couldn’t be any more true.  Growing up we spent many hours playing at grandma and grandpa’s house, sitting at the table coloring, telling secrets, choreographing and performing dances, and dressing up in some of our aunt’s dresses.  We’d race up stairs to get the best dress.  Of course, the oldest cousin, Stephanie always got the black silk dress that we all wanted.  Abby and Leah would take the mauve and blue dresses, which then left the ugly orange and yellow flowered dress for Brianna.  Hands down, Brianna has the best dress of all today and looks absolutely beautiful.  

In high school Brianna and Leah had a small red book that they would pass back and forth with notes.  Leah recently came across that book and read some of the entries.  One entry from Brianna said that all of her friends had boyfriends except for her. As Leah read that entry thr first time, her heart went out to Bri; however the second time reading this, all she could think of was that she knew Brianna had finally found her true match.  

We will always be grateful for the family that we have, and all the memories that we’ve shared.  And we are completely thrilled to have Russ join our family.
A toast the New Mr. & Mrs. Kraft.: “May your troubles be less, and your blessings be more, and nothing but happiness come through your door.”  Congratulations...

Wednesday, May 23, 2012

Gala's Galore!

Greetings!  Hope everyone is having a great week, and excited to roll into the Holiday Weekend - The Unofficial start to SUMMER!

I promised Pete's Aunt Kristi that I would do better with my blog postings...and I'm a woman of my word.  Kristi is Pete's biological aunt.  His biological mothers - sister.  Peter's mother passed away when he was just 3 months old, but despite the loss of his mother and distance (Kristi lives in South Dakota), the Andrus family has maintatined a relationship with their maternial family.

None the less, although this weekend is the unofficial start to the Summer, I feel as though our summer is already in full swing.  Partially due to the climate, as well as the surplus of activities and celebrations happening in our lives.  I kid you not, we recieve at least 1-2 invitations in the mail each week.  Bridal Showers, Save the Dates, Bachelorette Parties, Baby Showers, Graduations, etc. 

This last weekend I decided to go all paparazi, so I could picto-blog to recap.  Quick written run down:
Friday morning Kristi flew in to MSP, we grilled out Friday evening.  Saturday morning I headed to Prescott to see Dain play TBall, to Celebrate via Luncheon Party my sisters Graduation from St. Thomas with her Masters Degree, and then Sunday we celebrated Maggie and Colton with a baby shower, and Sunday night Kristi departed for South Dakota.  What a fun, joyous whirl wind weekend.  Enjoy my photo journalism!

I didn't snap any photos of Krisit, but I did manage to take a picture of her world famous Chocolate Chip Cookies before they disappeared.  She sends these via snail mail at least twice a year.  Peter LOVES them!

Sunday Night, Peter carving up some meat.  Mac patiently waiting for something to drop. 

The Beautiful Mother-to-Be surrounded by Baby Goodies.  So EXCITED for the little guy to arrive.

I got to spend so much time loving on my favorite little people.  They are all getting SO big.  No more chubby little legs, they are getting so TALL!  Gotta love the cut up/bruised little legs, and those Crocks, and the POLKA DOTS.  Ugh.

My Little Ella.  Such a fun little girl.  Again, LOVE the mini romper and polka dots.  And the Hair. :)

Handsome.  Such a happy baby, could just snuggle him all day.

My favorite perfect little family.  LOVE THEM SO MUCH.

Ella watching the puppies outside.  Love those little legs.

Nolan <3

Dain's new passion(s): Baseball and riding bike...without training wheels!

Love the little Cleats!

Nolan, taking in some TBall.

Dain and his buddy, after TBall

The awesome view from my mom's new house.  AWESOME lighting.

My Saturday morning/weekend Treat. :)

Hope everyone has a quick remainder of the week.  And a safe Holiday weekend!