Monday Bacon: Gotta Wear Shades

Michelle and Za

As previously mentioned, Bigg and I headed over to Hutch for one last Mai Tai night before Bill and Mary shut down the Gold Coin. We’ve had plenty a crazy nights whilst consuming those Mai Tai’s and it was so nice to share with good friends one last round. A huge bonus was that friends from Denmark were in town and came up to chat for a while (Mum is originally from Hutch.) Chris (mum) has four girls who each are more stunning than the next and it just goes round and round in a vicious circle.

Another bonus was having my girl there who has just enjoyed getting out to Mai Tai night with her guy and friends. I snapped this quick pic of Michelle and Zandra and I just love it. All our girls are working so hard to make a good life for themselves. Scraping for gas money, going to school, working, and always finding time for some puck or some hunting or fishing. If our future were set by hard work, they’d be good to go. As we all know, it’s not. But hard work is step one and their future is looking so bright…

you gotta wear shades. Heh.

I’ve been thinking of that since I took this picture and THEN I got an adorable Christmas card in the mail of three little boys of dear friends who own one of the strongest and best equipped Black Iron CrossFit gyms in the country, CrossFit Retribution. Angie keeps us pretty entertained of tales of here three little Musketeers on The Facebook so having their angelic smiles on our fridge makes me smile. But the message on the card of our holiday being merry & BRIGHT is something I really love.

A bright future, isn’t that a nice goal? Bright for our children, for us, for our loved ones. Free from struggle or pain. The problem is, we live in the real world and tough times can sucker punch us from out of nowhere at any time. Life happens. What can we do to be prepared for it?

Bigg and I have worked very hard this last month at getting some key issues straightened up. Finances, communication, projects around the house. We have already reaped the benefits and could spend time kicking ourselves for not doing this sooner but have just decided to be thankful we made it through that particular tough patch to work on it now. So the future is looking particularly brighter not because we’re taking in more money, we’re just on the same page on where it’s going. Helpful.

We both have very particular goals for our sport this year. My games season will start with The Arnold in March and I’m doing all I can do in twenty below weather to prepare for that. Which means lots of indoor drills. Just keep working the movements, just keep spinning that hated hammer. Do what I can do. Bigg has been getting under the Iron and working his pulling harder than I’ve seen him do since I’ve known him. He’s looking around for a powerlifting comp for something fun and different to do and if Clevenger has his way, he’ll get the Bigg man throwing in a few games this season. Yeah!

But we’ll do what we can to prepare. Eat right, get plenty of good sleep, and train hard. We are not guaranteed to be disease free, but by gawd disease will have to fight hard to get into this body. Food is a huge part of that and we’ll do our part to have a bright future.

We’ll continue to cultivate friendship’s that are healthy, positive and fun. We’ll continue to scope out new places and new food as we’re able. We’ll enjoy small victories, cuz some days that’s all ya get.

But with each new day, whether the date is the 1st of January or the 10th of May…we have an opportunity to make that day bright. Leave the failures and disappointments of yesterday to yesterday. The carry over may still be there today, but so is the chance to make things right. And live brighter than the day before. SRSLY.

When obstacles arise, you change your direction to reach your goal, you do not change your decision to get there.

Zig Ziglar

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Last Song of the Year…Echo Lake.

Which has made me think of wishes for the new year. I don’t do resolutions…obviously. I DO do goals. I have some big ones.

First, do everything I have control over to stay healthy. Deadlift for a strong back; eat for strength and anti-inflammation; train to stave off this aging thing that seems to happen each year . Throwing drills while the snow wins the whole “can I throw out in the cold without slipping on the ice and falling on my arse” deal. Sleep 7-8 hours a night. Lot’s of water…lot’s of wine.

Second, be patient in my ventures. Whatever they look like. Be it relationships; chaos; things not going as I’ve pictured; my throwing,  be patient. It is something I’ve always lacked.

I’ll get married…cuz why not?

3rd…understand I can’t do everything. I can’t be everywhere. I can’t do it all. I really want to. I’ve really expected myself to. But can’t. No one can. I’ll have great days and bad days but hopefully mostly good days. Good days are good. I’ll take ’em.

Next, I’ll keep learning. About Art, and Books, and Cars, and Dogs, and Food, and Drink, and Volunteering, and Training, and Throwing, and Loving, and Parenting, and Being. I’ll just keep learning.

Even more, I’ll let go. Of hurts; of disappointments; of others shitty energy; of stinkin’ thinkin’; of non productive people; of others silliness that I let creep into my life; of unrealistic expectations of not only others around me, but of myself.

What I’ll CONTINUE to do is…

Hug

Love

Laugh

Be silly

Make my Bigg man laugh

Pet my dogs

Train

Try

Rant

Experiment (with food, not drugs)

Help

Shovel

Plant

Watch hockey

Cuss

Be thankful

Call Bullshit (see cuss)…on myself and others.

Appreciate my friends

Do the Mom thang

Compete hard

Cheer harder

Be spazzy on competition day

Smile when my man rubs his back on the door jam

Listen to my Oz man talk in his Russian accent

Be proud of my little girl’s hard work

Hope for my Zac

Visit with long lost friends

Make new friends

Appreciate each day.

Give me a firm spot on which to stand, and I shall move the earth.

Archimedes

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Norman Rockwell Doesn’t Live Here

I’ve gone through stages of hating the Holidays. First off, they were incredibly stressful while growing up. A byproduct of having a Pastor for a dad and a choir director for a mom. While we were stuck at church for hours and hours, we never actually sat together. For some reason, I always hated that. Why go to church if we’re not together? Being at church was never about family togetherness in a church setting. Oh sure, we were all there, but never together. Yuck. If Christmas Day was unfortunate enough to fall on a Monday, that means Dad had to work up a regular Sunday sermon, a Christmas Eve sermon, a separate Candlelight service sermon AND a Christmas Day sermon. Which means he was stressed which means mom was stressed which means us kids (well, really just me and my brother cuz sister was the baby and she was rarely on the receiving end of Ma’s stress) were up the creek for a week. Hey, doesn’t Christmas sound fun?

As I’ve aged and have watched as year after year the media and retail chains have tried to force us to believe that it is our American duty to skip that pesky Thanksgiving holiday thing and get in their stores and shop. Uhhhhh, piss off thanks. That’s not our Christmas. Screaming children waiting in line to see Santa cuz it’s tradition right? Hey, that sounds fun!

There was the one Christmas when I was in junior high that my brother bought me a ginormous tube of Bonnie Bell Dr. Pepper lip smacker (still my favorite) and a pair of cute bootie socks. But the socks were too small. So I guess that made him sad (at least my mom said so when she yelled at me for telling him they were too small which was actually completely obvious.) Sad enough to hibernate in the basement the rest of the night which made me sad. Of course what I didn’t know then is he was actually down there smoking pot and happy as a clam so only I felt bad the rest of the night when I guess I ruined Christmas when my socks were too small. Ya, that was fun too.

There was the speed opening of presents because we had to get back up to the church for the Candlelight service. When all I really wanted to do was sit and watch the Christmas tree lights and listen to Christmas music. That’s it. Get lost in Christmas, the fire, the smells of dinner (Lutefisk smelled the house up for at least two weeks.)

To this day, this is what I crave for Christmas. Simple. Little things. Drinks with friends in Hutchinson magnified by an unexpected appearance of our friends from Denmark. That was Christmas. Watching our beautiful daughters laugh about silly things, all working so hard to make a life as they work towards their future. That was Christmas. Having Matt next to me through it all, that was Christmas. Being with Oz who I miss so much not having on a daily basis, this is Christmas. But there is a recognizable Christmas sadness due to my other twin’s current struggles. He’s in a dark place and I need for him to know he needs help. But he’s not there…yet. And I have no promises that he’ll remain safe until he get’s there. And that’s hard for this Ma.

So I’ll be thankful for every. Little. Thing in our lives this Christmas. It’s not a Rockwell painting but really, it never has been and we’ve been just fine. In fact, I’m pretty excited about it. As, I hope, are those close to me. We’ll make it simple and be happy to be together, even while we miss those who aren’t. I actually know many who don’t live life as a Rockwell painting, I probably love them more for their strength as they walk through hard days. So especially to those of you who are…

Merry Christmas all.

When we recall Christmas past, we usually find that the simplest things – not the great occasions – give off the greatest glow of happiness.

Bob Hope

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Friday Jams

O Holy Night is my favorite Christmas hymn. I love the flow and the drama of it. We’ve all heard so many versions of it but I believe only a choir can do it justice to bring all of the pieces together and make it a masterpiece. The boys and men of King College, Cambridge along with the organ bring it to life beautifully.

Enjoy the weekend.

Then the Grinch thought of something he hadn’t before! What if Christmas, he thought, doesn’t come from a store. What if Christmas…perhaps…means a little bit more!

Dr. Seuss

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