Friday, June 21, 2013

New Recipe- veggie medley angel hair pasta

I made this for my kids and completely expected fits. My kids never let me forget that they do not like cooked vegetables. They like them raw. I was pleasantly surprised that they loved it and all had seconds. Even with chopping, it probably only took 30 minutes. It serves probably 8 adults, but served my family of 6. 

1- 1lb box angel hair pasta
1c. Red bell pepper, diced finely
3/4c. Red onion, diced finely
3/4c.-1c. Grated zucchini 
1/4 c. Chopped fresh cilantro 
1c. Chopped spinach
2tbl. Olive oil
3/4c. Organic Italian Style Dressing
1/2 tsp salt, 1tsp pepper
Optional: sliced olives, bacon pieces, Parmesan cheese

Directions: In a large sauté pan, sauté: peppers, onions, zucchini, and cilantro in the olive oil. Sauté over medium heat until veggies are fragrant and almost tender. While that sautés, boil angel hair pasta to package directions. When done, combine pasta, sautéd veggies, and spinach. Add dressing and toss to coat. Serve. 
Sautéd veggies
Finished product 

Wednesday, June 19, 2013

Life Without Hair- A Choice

Not that I truly need to give anybody reasons why I do what I do, I thought I would try to give perspective. So, here's 12 reasons why I love my low maintenance cut:


Reasons I shave my head
*I've got 3 little girls' hair that has to be maintained. When they can maintain their own hair, I may consider keeping mine.
* my scalp and pocketbook like the break from massive amounts of hair product 
*I stay cooler in Warmer weather 
*taking a shower and taking care of my hair is a 15 minute process that eats into every morning. That's 1 hour and 45 minutes spent on my hair a WEEK or 7 HOURS/MONTH! (By the way, if the math is off, loss of hair can effect such things). I can think of a million other things that is more worthy of my time. Also, now I  take a 5 minute shower before I go to bed (when I have the time) and know I'm not waking up with a fro in the morning
* I believe through this experience I'm teaching my kids that Beauty is not merited by personal appearance, but rather our actions and the purity of our hearts.
* I have more confidence with no hair vs. when I have hair. When I have hair I'm constantly conscious of the out of place curls and the frizziness of it. No hair= no worries. I know how I look
*my husband married me for my personality and inner beauty. We all know he didn't marry me for my model looks anyhow. Our love has grown stronger knowing that he will love me despite what I look like.
*I can get myself ready and out the door in 2 minutes now. Wouldn't most men love to say that about their woman?!
* I am not paying $15+ every 2 weeks on my hair. My hair grows so fast that to maintain a "look" that's how much it would need to be cut maintain
*how come if a woman has cancer and has her head shaved, she's beautiful and people support that? But when I shave my head, by choice, I receive negativity? I have yet to figure that out.
* it's hair and it grows back. And for me, that's not a long time to wait
* last, but not least, I have fun making people guess and wonder in a store, as they look upon me walking around with my 4 children, if I have cancer (or some other disease) or if I'm a lesbian

I Hate My Kids' Birthday Party

In some ways I hate my kids' birthdays. Well, it's not celebrating their births I hate. I hate the amount of work that goes into the celebrations. I'm tired. I want to suspend birthdays in my house for a year! 

Every other month, we have a birthday in our household. Then when you sprinkle in holidays, our life is one endless celebration aka money pit to entertain people. Let me just say, I am not a mom that goes and rents out anywhere for my kid's birthdays, nor am I a Pinterest mom when it comes to parties. I'm a "lets eat good food, mingle and have a cake kind of mom". However, it all adds up. 

This is what I hate about birthday parties: 
1) I invite lots of people-- they all RSVP yes but then over 3/4 cancel via text message or Facebook message on day of party
2) I don't invite many people (or any until last minute) then end up offending people that they didn't get invited 
3) all the crap my kid gets. We have enough, lets not add more
4) since I have 4 kids, the thought has been impressed upon me "Great, another Marek birthday. Another gift to buy..." 
5) the cleaning of the house for lots of invited guests that choose not to show

So I find myself this month slacking more than I did for the last birthday in my household and double slacking from the one two birthdays ago. Which in translation means: I invited a few of our close friends (2 families to be exact) about 4ish days before the said party. I will make a homemade cake that while tasty, doesn't look pretty. I won't buy party favors because I'm too broke.  I know I offended people because of my poor planning. It's not that I don't want them to celebrate my child; it's just I am burned the fuck out. 

I'm excited for July and August. The only two back to back months that my immediate family doesn't have a birthday. However, my father-in-law's birthday is during that time and so is the 4th of July. 

I definitely need to think of a better way to be excited about my kids' birthdays. I'll let you know when I figure it out! Yea, right.

Sunday, May 12, 2013

Make the Bathroom Hand Towel STAY

Here it is, nearly 3 AM and I'm nearly wired like I drank a can of Red Bull. I didn't, yet here I am. Although, I can say, I have gotten a LOT done in the last 3 hours. My house is quiet. All the kids are sleeping (this also includes the big kid known as my husband) and I can walk freely through my house without somebody stopping me every two seconds for something

I don't know if this makes me happy I'm getting stuff done or if I should be disgusted by how much sleep I'm NOT getting.

One thing I was happy about, I came up with a way to keep my hand towel in the bathroom from disappearing. It sounds so trivial, yet it makes me smile. Plus, in a way I feel like I'm stickin' it to the kids. "Ha! Take that! See if you want to try to take it off now!" Anything that will maybe keep a few less things from making its way into the hamper will make me happy!

To do this you will need a flour sack towel.
1. Place two corners over the bar with the rest draping behind the bar.
2. Between the "bunny ears" you've made, reach through the whole with your other hand, and grab the rest of the towel, Pull up until fairly tight.
3. Take those 2 "bunny ears" that are now in the back and tie them twice.

Now do a happy dance because that towel shouldn't go anywhere for at least a day or two!





Wednesday, May 8, 2013

Teachers Appreciation Gift

So I was surprised this week to discover it was Teacher's Appreciation Day/Week. Whoever made my calendar, I am seriously disappointed in your product!

Instead of looking at Pintrest, the wheels started turning in my head and I decided to make little flower pot kits for the teachers that had a witty little note attached.

Each one cost me about $3.50
Here are the supplies I used:
Pot/Bowl from Big Lots $2 each
Seeds $1/pkg from Fred Meyers
Decorative river stones $1 from the Dollar Store
Sandwich bags filled with dirt
Decorative Tags $1 for a package from Big Lots
Ribbon

I also created simple drink cups with a cute saying on them for the other employees at my kids school. They cost around $2/cup.

Plastic Cups that I used Sharpies on with the saying "Your influence on my child makes their cup overflow"
Drink packets wrapped in ribbon with a thank you tag

Hope you all were not caught off guard like me! :)



Friday, April 19, 2013

My Boston Marathon Experience

Hope & Persevere Boston!

I've had a lot of people ask me what it was like to be in Boston. Coming home to the opposite side of the country where people feel like this could never happen to them or anybody that they know has left my husband, friend, and I interesting people all of a sudden. So I thought I would recount our experience.
Me after the Boston 5K Run (3.1miles)

We left for Boston from Spokane on the Thursday morning before race weekend. We touched down into Boston around 9:30pm and was able to pick up our rental car and drive the 12 miles north of downtown Boston to our hotel in Wakefield. Friday morning we were able to go down to the convention center in Boston where Joe and Cody (our friend) picked up their race packets. I was surprised to find out the BAA also holds a 5k race on Sunday and managed to get a spot in the race. Even though Friday held nasty weather in Boston, we still managed to do a lot of walking and sigh-seeing along the way to and from the convention center. Saturday morning we decided to drive to downtown Boston and do more sightseeing. Our sightseeing ended up being pretty limited that day as the guys wanted to go back to the convention center and meet some of the elite runners. However, Sunday morning we woke up early and made it down to Copley square where my race was near. I had a fantastic race, running with nearly 6,000 people. My time was 25:19 and overall I placed 1702 out of 5649 people. It was a wonderful experience that just flew by. It seemed by the time was dissipating a bit, we were in the home stretch, ending the run in the same spot as the marathon. After the run, Cody went back to the convention center to hang out trying to get Ryan Hall's autograph. Joe and I decided to go on a harbor cruise. After that, we walked quite a bit and met back up with Cody in the afternoon and made our way over to Fenway park where to took some photos. Then we went back up to the hotel to try to get some rest for the guys race the next morning.
Joe flexes to show off the Union Logo.
Thanks to the Machinist Union for all the support!

My view of the finish line where I waited for 4 HOURS. The 2nd bomb would later go off just across the street from where I was at.

Joe runs across my field of vision!


Monday morning, the day of the race, the guys had to be up really early to catch a taxi that took them downtown where they would meet up with the buses that took them out to the start of the marathon. I tried to go back to sleep, hoping that I would get a little more sleep being able to hog the whole bed. No such luck, so I got up and got ready to make my way down the the finish line. Originally, I was going to try to catch the guys during the race a few times, but I had talked to a guy at the convention center told me it would be really hard to get around and that it would be best for me just to stake out a spot at the finish line. So, I rode the train into downtown Boston then caught the subway over to the convention center/finish line area. I arrived just after 8:30 downtown. Joe and Cody would leave the start line at 10:00am. Facing the finish line, I was on the right side of the street. When I arrived, there were so many people all ready staked out. There wasn't much curb side reality left by the time I got there. Originally I made my way up the finish line where the bleachers were. I was hoping to stand up there, however when I got there I found that it wasn't actually an ideal spot to take photos of. The finish line shoot was to the left side, so I decided I would go back a little further down the street. I ended up nearly right across the street from where, later, the second bomb went off. I ended up standing in front of a trash can/recycle bin. I met this wonderful man who was friendly and chatted with me the whole time while we were waiting. He had brought down his iPad and ended up streaming the live footage of the race. It was funny because initially he said, "I hope my iPad's battery will hold out until the runners get down here." I said, "Well, it's too bad we don't have a charging station because I have my iPhone cord that would work." He was really excited because I guess he did have an external power source but had forgotten the cord. We chummed up quickly, realizing that we could help each other out. During the time while we were waiting, I got to know quite a bit about him. I found out that he lived in Boston but was from Philadelphia, where his son still lives. I got to find out quite a bit about his son because he trains his son and his son had just had their first grand baby. A cute little girl that I got to see a few photos of.  He was in the pharmaceutical industry. The surprising thing was, he wasn't watching anybody specifically. His son would of ran it, but being as they just had their first child, he opted to not do it. He told me that it was his first time ever seeing the race in person. Anyhow, after the guys came in (the clock read 2:56:04), I painstakingly made my way towards where they would come out of the finisher's area. I only had about a half a block to walk up to get down a side road, but people were at a stand-still, no matter how much people shoved from behind. I would say it took me 1/2 an hour to get to the side street. Then I made my way to the family meeting area and on the way finally finding a bathroom! We met up probably 45 minutes after they had finished. The guys were thinking about staying for some of the free events that the runners can do, but I told them the subway was a huge ordeal trying to come in (even super early) so I talked them into leaving. We were able to get on the green subway line that was close quickly because a police officer let us on the platform because the guys had run. Lucky for us, the subway train had just pulled up and we were able to jump on. 8-10 minutes later, we were at North Station to catch the train to go north to the hotel. We did have to wait around a 30 minutes for the train. Just after we got on, I got a phone call from a good friend. She asked if we were all ok. I said of course and the guys were just a little sore. She said, "You don't understand. My uncle just said there was a bomb at the marathon." I told her that maybe it was a rumor; we just left there and everything was great. Shortly after that, my phone blew up with people calling, texting and face booking  me. A lot of Facebook friends had seen me put a photo on Facebook earlier of my spot near the finish line. My friend Janelle recalls the moment when she found out. She said she texted me when she found out and immediately started pacing until I texted back to her. She knew I had been right there. You could see the flags in my photos that were near where the first bomb went off. We were lucky in the facts that: the guys run fast, I was able to talk them into leaving, we caught probably the last subway and train before they shut them down, and our hotel wasn't in downtown (which we initially regretted in the trip). 
Joe at the Finish Area

There was definitely a strong Police presence


We arrived safely back to our hotel where we glued ourselves to the news until we decided we needed to go get dinner. We got up at 2:00am to go to the airport because we knew the security would be heightened. We arrived at the airport probably around 3:30am. We were ecstatic to find out our flight was on time and the schedule went smoothly. We boarded United Flight 636. We seemed to be waiting a bit longer than normal but we eventually made our way to the end of the tarmac. Just moments before the plane took off, there seemed to be some sort of emergency. A passenger had hit the call button. The pilot came on and said, "if this is an emergency, please press your call button again." Again, the person pressed the call button. After a few moments, the pilot came back on and stated we would be returning to the gate. When we got to the gate, FBI, police, TSA boarded the plane. They eventually took 2 men off the plane. Then they had us de-board the plane with our carry-ons. I sprinted to the bathroom. Eventually they had us get back on the plane after they did a security sweep. Several people did not get back on. United never told us what happened or commented on it. We flew to Chicago where we transferred to American Airlines and flew to Seattle. When we touched down, I was able to find the flight info that had made it onto the news.
The link to our flight news: http://my.chicagotribune.com/#section/-1/article/p2p-75452168/


The flights were super interesting because we got to meet fellow runners. Some had made it across the finish line, some didn't. Meeting so many different people was just an emotional experience. Hearing their experience and prayers for all the people that were hurt and killed… just wow! You start looking at all the people that you saw or chatted with nonchalantly and start wondering if they made it out safely. I weep for the mother that lost her son in the blast. She and her daughter were hurt. I just can't even imagine. I don't mind seeing the images of the incident. I was there. Those people are real. Their hurts are real. Seeing the images for me is acknowledging that actual people were hurt. It's not just something that happened far away and doesn't touch my life. Tragic events can touch your life or you can ignore it. I let it touch my life; I pray continuously. I pray for the people involved, the people that helped, the people that witnessed. I pray for all the people around the country scared to go to big public events now. 
Joe, Me, Cody


Runners are tough. We endure long distances that tax our bodies, we endure outsiders that shun us for being "crazy", and we will endure this. We are runners and we see the good in the aftermath of tragedy, we know there's a finish line at the end of a long race. 

As for Joe and I, this will not detour us in going to events including running in or watching races. We will happily be doing the Wandermere Marathon in a few weeks in Spokane and later the Portland Marathon in October.

Wishing all those touched by the Boston Marathon, I wish you the best! 






Sunday, March 24, 2013

To My Dear Friend Having Her first Baby


My Dearest Friend,

I was so excited and overjoyed to hear that you are expecting your first child! I cannot wait to see how God will tweak such a seemingly small area of your life, but to see you forever changed by what the experience! 
I want to share with you how motherhood changed me…. as a woman, as a partner, emotionally, physically, psychologically, and spiritually. 
First of all, I want to tell you that if you want to chase after the image of being a Pinterest-50s mom/housewife, you need to quickly come to terms that that is not how motherhood looks like for 99% of us. Remember, you can generally either have time or money, but not both. There's a reason people take photos of their kids in an adorable moment. It's because they're moments that happen but nearly impossible to maintain on a daily basis. My dear friend, Deanna, and I were talking about what type of woman people can be as a mother. As she said watching other mothers, "I see mother's have to choose between being Super-mom or Super-wife, but they can't seem to be both." Which will inevitabley make you feel like the worst mother and worst wife a lot of the time. It's a struggle trying to figure out how to balance that. Then, you'll look around one moment and realize you do have it balanced, but then that moment is gone and you will frantically wonder for quite a while what the heck happened and how to get it back. It's a vicious cycle. To combat that, I find awesome little humorous saying and stick them around my house so people lay off (because God knows that other people can be just as hard on me as I am on myself). One states, "God put me on Earth to do a few things. I'm so far behind I'll never die." The other in my kitchen which I painted above the cabinets, "Thou shall not weigh more than thy refrigerator". I catch a glimpse at those some days and give myself the emotional break I need. 
You know all those random sentimental sayings that can be found on the internet regarding motherhood? For example, "Motherhood is like having your heart walk around outside of your body". I was shocked to find most of them true after I became a mother. As women, I think most of us think that we're all made of "tough stuff". I know you and I are pretty prideful in that area. Well, Dear, motherhood adds a huge dimension of toughness to our lives. However, in many ways we become weaker at the same time. You will find that weeping at strange times will not be just a part of your pregnancy. It's a part of motherhood. I used to laugh at my own mother for her crying and laughing so hard she would start to cry episodes. Now, I laugh at myself when those moments happen. And I tell myself to get my shit together. I cry over the stupidest things, but the things that really pull my heart strings are the things to do with motherhood even if it's not a part of my life. A few examples: Watching Nemo can make any mother's eyes moisten. Sad, but true! Watching the news can be too difficult. You'll wonder how some people can hurt the innocent (then flash forward to a 2-5 year old and you semi-understand! [for those that don't know me, it's a JOKE]).  Don't ever ask me to watch any horror shows involving kids. There are just too many horrors that hit close to home to poke fun at a movie about it. 
Next I want to tell you how much your relationship with your partner will change. How you choose to parent together and the issues you end up dealing with as partners can make or break you. If you think you know you're partner now… Just wait 5 years and add up what you've learned during that time as both being parents will astound you. My biggest advice in this area is to truly be with each other in the good, the bad, the ugly, the joy, the heartache and all other obstacles. God has humbled me in front of my husband more than I thought possible, but in those times, I have never known a more stronger love than Joe's. Love will grow and thrive sometimes in the most despair of times, even when you don't think you'll ever reach the light at the end of the tunnel. I think the most shocking issue that me and mother friends have discussed is how unprepared we were for our sex lives to change after having our babies. A lot of us, including me, thought nothing could rock that boat. I was so wrong and I was so naive to think that if it did, it would be a small facet of our marriage! I once had a good friend tell me that I would get to the point that I would have to mentally prepare myself for sex just so I could serve my husband. I wanted to serve him as I have always committed to him, but my body wasn't on the same page. We're getting back in a groove, but it has been more of a process than I ever thought would occur! 

The physical changes of motherhood was almost the hardest to swallow. I can hide almost everything else from the outside world, but I can't hide my muffin-top. No matter how many calories I count, how many half marathons I run, how much strength training I do, that muffin-top is their for the world to see. I never accounted for the ways my body would change after I had the babies. I think it hit me the moment after my first was born. My belly felt like I grabbed a bowl of jello and gave it a good shake. It felt weird and squishy. A few days later, I started waking up in pools of milk. Who knew breastfeeding would be so messy and hurt so much? Oh goodness, the sore nipples! I'm sorry, hun, but nothing can prepare you for the pain of that. When a lactation consultant tells you it hurts because you're not doing it right, they might be full of it! Breastfeeding for the first month will hurt! Your nipples crack and bleed, heal and then recrack. Pain! Engorgement will lead you to try a breast pump for the first time which I can assuredly say will make you feel like a cow in a lineup getting milked. So, the early days of motherhood will be full of leaky breasts and the endless amount of post-partum bleeding. By the way, I would highly recommend not remodeling your plumping during that period. Running water is a necessity! And keep those panty liners handy after you get done bleeding, because my friend, you may be carrying a few handy with you for several years to come, if not for the rest of your life. You're bladder will never be the same again. Enjoy the times that you can jump or run without peeing all over yourself. I remember when I was pregnant with baby 4, with every bout of morning sickness, my bladder would completely cut loose. Then explaining to my older two who were potty trained why mommy wet her pants… Let's just leave that as a complicated discussion, shall we?

Psychologically, I thought I would be the best mom before I had kids. I had buckets of patience and I loved children. I am wondering who the hell took that person away from me?! I want and need her back. The woman that took her place has psychotic breakdowns. I think that may of happened when my second child came along and started the "why?" phase. Funny how one small question asked over and over and over and over can break you. If I were in the military… I would not make a good POW. Send a 2-3 year old to interrogate me and it wouldn't take me long to fall to crack. If you find a woman that honestly doesn't have occasional worse temper tantrums than her kids, bring her to me and I will bake her a dozen cookies and give her an award! Some moms may try to hide this flaw that I think most of us share, but I am braving the way and breaking the mold by admitting it. As mothers, we are far from perfect and if we were, what need would we have of God then?

I don't think I've ever told you, but motherhood is what led me to God. I was searching out for something and after long time searching I discovered what I wanted was something bigger than myself. I needed to lean on somebody that had faith in me, that would understand my desperate sobs when I was even too weak to kneel at His feet. I needed the guidance that nobody else could give me. I needed to learn and understand in those dark moments that He chose me for my children. God has helped give me peace when I needed it the most and lit up some of the darkest moments in my life and made me stronger in the process. Knowing the Eternal Father puts a big perspective being a parent. Prior to being a parent, I never understood how people said, "He loves you more than anything." I always thanked them for the sentiment, but I always wondered how He could love me while I was so imperfect. I now know because that is the way I love my children. I know you have such a strong relationship with our Lord, and I can only imagine how much more deeply that will become as the years go by. 

The years will go by so fast. I want to tell you not to blink because you'll miss some incredible moments. I am so excited to share this new chapter of your life with you. Just remember, nobody is a pro at motherhood. Every mother, I am sure, has some amazing nuggets that will be passed along to you, but take what you need and throw out the rest. Don't burden yourself trying to become anything other than what God intends for you to be. 

P.S. I hope I can be around when your Dirt Bike arrives!