For my SIZE 8 AND UP Followers

Yesterday on my drive in to work I was listening to 89X.  They were talking about a listener that called in with this scenario: 

Her sister is set to tie the knot this summer.  She is supposed to be in the wedding...HOWEVER, her sister gave her strict instructions that IF she wants to be in the wedding that she needs to lose 15 pounds.  The caller claimed to be a size 8. Personally, I would have told my wonderful, loving, thoughtful sister to SHOVE IT, but that's just me.

When I fit in size 8 jeans for the first time since child number one, I was ECSTATIC! This feat was only accomplished very recently (approximately 2.5 years after having child number 3) and it was hard work to get in the size 8! Currently my sole pair of size 8 jeans is quite snug due to the return of poor eating habits (food group: Lay's Wavy) and lack of exercise.  So, I'm not joking when I tell you that I would have told my sister to SHOVE IT if she would have told me that I needed to lose weight in order to be in her wedding!

Anyways, last night I decided I should probably exercise (since I selected Wendy's for lunch...and my size 8 jeans are snug...oh, and I've been stressed trying to get everything done and that usually causes me to feel gross and unattractive...oh and I just can't type all of the reasons in this short little blog;)).  So I did week 3 of the 30 day shred and ran a mile...a good workout me!!

I woke up this morning feeling a little bit better when I put on my dress slacks and a tad more confident about getting all of my work off of my desk this week.  I still didn't take the time to do my hair or add anything more than eyeliner and mascara to fight the war against ugliness before I gracefully (wink, wink) glided out the door in my heels this morning. I did start the day in a good mood, with a smile...even if my pants are a little tight.

With the "pants are too tight" and "sister can SHOVE IT" attitude in the back of my mind, I ordered a salad for lunch.  I walked down to the restaurant with the 1,000 things that are constantly running through my mind and didn't pay attention to the people around me.  I paid for my lunch and walked away, but I could feel someone watching me.  They followed me into the elevator... I thought to myself "there are 6 elevators, why is this FREAK following me!?!"

He went to push the button at the same time as me and comments, "figures". 

I looked at him as if he were from a different planet, rolled my eyes and said "whatever".

He smiled and apologized.  After his apology for barging into my elevator, he told me that he has noticed me many times in the past few years and he has always wondered if I was available.  The first thing he noticed was my ring.  His final comment was something like: "Married, of course you are married."

I smiled, told him thanks for the confidence boost and I hoped he had a great day:)

In any case, I'm feeling MUCH more confident now and hoping the 89X listener tells her sister to SHOVE IT. No matter what size you are, your sister should want you in her wedding!  Today I'm rocking my 10's (sometimes 12's and on good days my lone pair of 8's)!  Realizing it is probably the fact that I'm normally smiling and singing each day as I walk the halls that intrigued this gentlemen to sneak on my elevator in the first place!  More because I walk with confidence and I hold the door for the people in our building and ask the doorman about his day. Less to do with my pant size or my lack of ammunition in the war against ugliness each morning!!! More about my attitude toward life.

I think I'll go back downstairs and get the cookie I wanted so badly!!! Happy day to my fellow size 8 and up followers:)  Smile...it's your best weapon! The arcade guns might help too:)  Happy Hump Day!

Made possible with help from...

Thank You, Thank You, Thank You!!!

Amy and Kevin Slates, Kori and Jake Wargacki, Brittany Perkins and Matt Decker, Jessica Cousino and Bryan Fork, Becky and Kris Oberdick, Christi Guhn, Grant and Maryellen Cummings, Kelly O'Connor, Jon Luidhgardt, Laura and Jason Hillkirk, Susie and Paul (Wiechman) Perry, Kevin and Betsy Winters, Michelle Baker, Krista and Chad Herrig, Carie and Chris (Hayward) Sobb, Lindsay and Rich Partenio, Jean Runion, Janeen Middaugh, Julie and Jake Davlin, Ashley and Ryan Travis, Laurie Bundschu, Sara (Miller) and Tom Kuhn, Amanda (Weidner) and Kurtis Lenke, Gary and Audrey Schnabel, Cheryl and Jeff Helmke, Deb Avers, Amanda and Wes Thomas, Melody and Johnny Bedford, Monica and Jason Dietz, Gary and Kelly Wirkner and Family, John and Julie Bergman, Janet and Mark Wendt, Tammy and John Donley, Keri and Kyle Heins, Angie and Brad Schling, Nick Wax, April (Wax) and Ryan Browder, Janelle and Kevin King, Gary and Christina Thatcher, Barb and Rick Runion, Crystal and Matt Theiroff, Sarah (Donnell) and Dan Davis, Terri and Gary Donnell, Marci and Shawn Might, Megan (Donnell) and Jon Williamson, Pat and Larry Dean, Stephanie and Buddy Perkins, Kristen and Justin Perkins, Sarah and Marcos Requena, Jessica Stanford, Travis and Erin Nicolaysen, Renee Graser, Susannah (Brown) and Mark Warren, Jessica Stanford, Ty and Becky Tracy, Janus and Doug Perkins, Dave and Chris DeVito.

SUPER GREAT BIG THANK YOU TO THE WONDERFUL FAMILY MEMBERS THAT ARE SHARING THEIR HOME WITH ASHLEY AND DANNY DURING THE TREATMENT:
JULIE AND MICHAEL BUTLER

THANK YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU!!!

OVER $1,000 IN CASH and OVER $500 IN GIFT CARDS!! Books, magazines, snacks, pajamas...

MOST OF ALL LOVE, SUPPORT, FAITH!!

 OVERWHELMING GRATITUDE!!!

THIS WEEK DANNY FINISHES CHEMO.  FEBRUARY 15th HE FINISHES RADIATION.  MID-MARCH ASHLEY AND DANNY WILL BE ABLE TO MOVE BACK INTO THEIR HOUSE (they had to gut it due to the busted pipe-like down to the studs)!! Your cash donations will pay the deductible for the busted pipe.  The gift cards are keeping them sane! 

Pay it forward when you can...it doesn't go unnoticed!  We will continue to add to the "Road to Recovery" scrapbook until treatment is completed...continue to post to the caringbridge site!
http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/dannyandashley

Bolded names donated more than $50...beyond amazing!
Italic names are the people that help put the scrapbook together!
PS: Danny looks great!  (Ashley's pretty cute too;)) They are both an inspiration and I am proud to know them. 

Lots of love and thanks, Laura

Random Facts #4

Lots of love and prayers to my boyfriend, Aaron's double date partner and the rest of the Hammer family as they say goodbye this weekend. I really hope Barb Hammer can pull some strings and have beer allowed in heaven if it isn't already!!  Her beautiful tribute can be viewed here:

In Memory of Barbara Jean Hammer

Those we love don't go away,
They walk beside us every day,
Unseen, unheard, but always near,
Still loved, still missed and very dear

I don't feel like writing this week, so I'll post some dumb random facts for Friday Fun:)

• I think potato chips should be a food group...'lay's wavy' to be more specific!
• I received a purple pen with my most recent Office Max purchase and it makes me smile to write with it.
• It warms my heart when I am able to help my friends.
• One of my best friends is moving to Elmore.  One of my best friends is moving out of Elmore.  :/
• Meeting the yearly health insurance deductible in January each year is a reality for more than one of my friends...the diseases, the treatments, really just thinking about it at all pisses me off.
• I am giving up fb for lent again.  I have started the weening process...only logging on in the morning, at lunch and at night...I cheat at night and check it more than once;)
• I have not smoked a cigarette in over a month:)

That's all I've got for ya this week...boring random facts about boring random me:)

Money DOES grow on trees!! (for pinterest)

The cutest little tree came to life recently.  It started with a combination of a couple different trees and lots of love, but it was simple and cute and I love it! 

Supplies:
-Vase
-Sparkle spray paint
-Branches from a neighbors tree (we don't have any trees mature enough to cut branches and I did ask permission...and permission was granted...after I already took some branches;))
-Fake Flower (right when you walk into Michael's they have all the flowers to choose from)
-Florist Foam
-Money/Gift cards are optional (my friend hung candles instead of money and gift cards for her wedding)

1. Spray paint the branches
2. Put florist foam in the vase
3. Stick the branches in the foam (after paint is dry)
4.  Pull flowers off of the flower you purchased (when selecting make sure there is a hole in the middle when you pull a single flower off)
5. Shimmy the flowers sporadically on the branches
6. Add gift cards and money...Heidi used paper clips, I used ribbon...they both looked adorable:)

It looks even cuter in person since you can't tell by the picture the branches are sparkly!

Don't Stall, Don't Stall!

Have you ever selected a road along a river as your route after a hard rain?  Did you turn around when you reached the HIGH WATER or ROAD CLOSED signs?  Or did you press your luck and pray to God, Don't Stall, Don't Stall as you inched your way through the high water? As I think about this I want to stop my children from aging any further-I don't want them to press their luck and pray not to stall!

Have you ever been taught how to drive a stick shift vehicle?  When I was nineteen I worked for a pipeline company.  The only vehicle left for the summer help to drive on many of the hot summer days was a beat-up, one ton, rusty white, stick shift truck.  My dad was in charge of keeping my friend and I out of trouble most of the time...this also meant he was in charge of teaching us how to drive stick shift.  My father wasn't always the most calm person in the world.  Alright, so maybe both Laurie and I wanted to cry during our 'driving lessons'.  Maybe, just maybe, Laurie gave up before her turn even started and made me learn to drive the stupid old one ton truck. 

When you are learning to drive stick, the starting and stopping can be tricky.  We both knew my father was BEYOND irritated with my inability to learn what to him seemed to be such a simple feat.  Continually I would stall the stupid truck as we practiced at the tank farm.  Up and down the lane the truck would jump instead of roll.  We would all bounce around, really wanting to laugh, but scared of my dad's reaction.  Usually the driving lesson ended in a stall.

Over and over I would turn the ignition and start the process again. The lessons ended in tears on more than one occasion.  Every time I released the clutch and attempted to give it some gas, I would say a prayer; the same prayer in my head over and over again...DON'T STALL, DON'T STALL!! Eventually I learned to drive stick shift (not well, but we were able to drive around).  More often that I would ever admit, we drove to Elmore to watch our friends (that didn't have day jobs) lay out at Tammy's pool.  The entire way to Elmore I prayed that the light was green at the top of the hill on Route 51.  It wasn't. It never ever was green when I was driving that truck.  Don't Stall. Don't Stall. Don't Stall.

STALL.  I HATED that damn one ton truck and I stalled it all of the time. Kkkkkkkkkkk as the key turned over, finally the engine started and the truck would jump, instead of roll, down the road.  But we always (I mean one time), made it to the pool to lay out eventually.  I continued to drive the old beat up truck for the next four years.  It stalled ALL of the time, but we always made it to our destination in the end.

This week I have been thinking about avoiding a stall, but in a different way and not for myself.  I have been thinking about how easy it is for our spirit, our emotional well-being, to stall.  We think to ourselves, don't stall, don't stall! But sometimes it's inevitable, we stall.  Many people have talked to me about how to get restarted after they stall, but I'm not going to pretend to have the answers for that.  Instead, I'm going to continue to pray that we can learn to drive the stupid one ton, piece of crap stick shift and make it through that huge flood on the road or up the hill to Tammy's pool and avoid the stalls.

This week the DeVito's had a pipe burst and they have water damage throughout their house and garage.  The pipe was near their closet and quite a bit of their clothes will not be salvaged, dry wall fell down, carpets were soaking wet...while they are out of town...sitting at a hospital receiving treatment.

It would be so easy for them to stall right now.  It would be very easy to succumb to the 'poor me' feeling as the rain continues to pour on them, the water continues to rise and the road seems to be flooded every direction they turn.  Yet, I'm hoping they are able to avoid the stall. 

Via text this week Ashley said they are laughing about the water damage, but in the next breath she asked what else are they to do?  If they don't keep laughing, they would probably stall.

She also asked me how they will ever be able to repay everyone for all of the support they are receiving as they travel down this long, winding road.  Have you ever been in a situation that you felt like you would never be able to repay someone for all they have done; all the support they have given, all the love they have shared?  I have and this was my advice to her:

You are already repaying everyone.  When you walk into the treatment area and spread hope and love to the other patients, when Danny kicks cancers ass, when the next person receives a difficult diagnosis and you are the first person they call because you have been there...that's how you repay everyone! That's how you give back the love and hope that we are all sending to you...and you are already doing it!!!!

She went on to tell me that she had met a special friend that day at the treatment center.  His wife has a brain tumor that is pretty bad.  They held hands and talked about God. She described the experience as spiritually moving and the perfect way to start her morning.

Instead of letting the engine stall, Danny and Ashley are finding their way through the detours, through the HIGH WATER signs.  They are half way through the road to recovery and we don't want the truck to sit idle at the top of the hill for too long.  They need all of us to continue praying: Don't Stall, Don't Stall!! Just a little farther!  The end is in sight!!

What I'm praying for, as they hit the home stretch of this journey, is a another big surge of love and support to prevent them from stalling.  Continue to post on the caringbridge site often.  They already have the "Road to Recovery" scrapbook and we add to it each week from the loving words that you all have posted on Danny's caringbridge site. http://www.caringbridge.org/visit/dannyandashley

Thank you, Thank you, Thank you!!! For all the donations!!  It looks even more amazing in person and I just know they are going to LOVE IT!! We will be giving them the 'Giving Tree' to them on February 4th...if you still want to donate, don't stall;)

If you're close to stalling yourself, below are some pictures to feed your spirit!!  The books, the gift card, the money, the encouraging words...all of it is beyond amazing.  I have been brought to tears many times over the last few weeks as people donate from their hearts. Thanks to all of my beautiful friends for helping with the scrapbook and thank you's and tree:)

FFF: In Memory of Karen Avers

When I was five(ish), I was the little princess at the Woodmore Winter Royalty.   My prince escort was Dan Avers.  From that time on Dan and I have been friends.   He aids Ben in telling me to grow up, frequently rolls his eyes at me, totally thinks I'm a valley girl and loves to make fun of me-last week it was my inability to drive a car...and would do anything for me.

I remember going to parties at his house in high school and sitting in his mom's beauty salon chair in the basement as we giggled and told secrets about the boys.  I remember her coming to check on us and bringing us food.  I haven't been to Dan's parents basement in over ten years, but I bet it looks exactly the same way it does in my memory.  I can picture Karen walking down the stairs. Always smiling and laughing, inviting and loving, motherly and kind to all of us.

More recently we see Karen and Larry at pancake breakfasts, when we attend their church for baptisms and weddings.  Aaron has also known the Avers most of his life and it is always a nice surprise when we run into them.  When Dan and Jamie were married last May, Karen was filled with excitement and love.  She couldn't wait to talk to me...because I was the one that fixed up her no-longer-bachelor son.  Something like "Laura, thank you so much for fixing Danny up!  I thought he was going to be single forever! I just love Jamie and her children and they bring such joy to our family!"  Jamie is a co-worker and friend of mine...that shares the same joy and affection towards being part of the Avers clan (and rubs in having such a great husband to me all the time, but they really are two peas in a pod and deserve all the happiness in the world)!

We ran into Karen and Larry at a pancake breakfast about a month ago. We stopped her to ask about being a grandmother again...she couldn't wipe the smile from her face.  Her baby will soon have his first baby.  She was tickled pink! (Oh, and we made sure to compliment their ride as I hear it is one of Larry's prize possessions;))

Last night I received a call from Jamie telling me she wouldn't be at work today. Karen was in grave condition.  Earlier in the evening Karen was cutting Dan and Jarod's hair, now they were using paddles and epi.  Except, it's not exciting like when I'm watching Grey's and they are fighting for make believe characters.  Not when it's your friends mother.


Shocking.  Devastating. Life changes in an instant.

Today, Dan and Jamie are about six months from having a baby and instead of working on a nursery, they are making funeral arrangements.

For Larry's wife. For Dan, Steve, Rob, Jamie, Peg and Michelle's mom. For Grandmother to eight. For Hair Dresser. For Awesome Easter Basket Maker. For Proud Woodmore Supporter. For Member and leader by example and service of Trinity Lutheran. For Friend. For Aunt. For Sister. For Neighbor. For...Karen.

Dan, Steve and Rob are standing next to their father as they try to wrap their heads around the last 24 hours.  The Avers clan is a very close knit family.  A family that would do anything for anyone in need.  When you read this, please say a prayer for them.  Share your memories of Karen and their family with them. Continue to pray for them in the days, weeks, months and years to come.

Prayers for comfort and peace.

Visitation: Sunday January 22 from 2:00 to 8:00 p.m. at Crosser Funeral Home on 51 (Woodville Rd.) in Elmore.

Funeral services at 11:00 a.m. on Monday January 23 at Grace Lutheran Church also on 51 (Woodville Rd.) just down the street from the funeral home.

Karen and Larry's children and grandchildren-taken by close family friend Molly Hansen

When you are sorrowful look again in your heart, and you shall see that in truth you are weeping for that which has been your delight.  ~Kahlil Gibran

FFF: Walking Trees

It’s exciting to be here, writing in someone else’s shoes.  I’ve decided that writing in my cousin’s blog is a little like the first time I rode the bus home with a friend.  I was a walker, by the way.  Never had to be dismissed first at the end of the school day to Ride the Bus.  Ah, what prestige and mystery that seemed to hold to my elementary school mind.  And then, for the first time, I was invited to sleepover at a Busser’s house. Right. After. School. I had arrived.  And today, here on Laura’s blog?  Yep.  I can almost smell the exhaust and feel the bumpy seats. Lol

Anyways.  When she asked me if I would drop in for a bit, I played with a few different topics.  I could do the usual family bit (you know, telling secrets about this certain blogger in an attempt to get even for times I had to babysit instead going out with my friends), or maybe a piece called, “Of Course I’m Insane—I Have Teenagers”.  But in the end, I told her I’d write a piece called “Walking Trees.”  Her response?  “Ok, Weirdo.  Just have it to me Friday morning.”  Lol

By the title, you might guess that I spent extensive time in the 70’s (I did, but only those aforementioned elementary years), or maybe that I’m chronically sleep deprived (another truth—either up with a fuss toddler or waiting for a fussy teen to come home after curfew).  In truth, the concept comes from a verse in the Bible.

I came across this wild idea the other day.  I was experiencing just some crazy things—very sick child and applying for the FAFSA for another kid’s college education and what I was going to make for dinner when I hadn’t gone grocery shopping—and my choices were to curl up in a fetal position (no chance, the dog would attack), or dig in deep to faith.  So I opened my online bible to this: http://www.biblegateway.com/passage/?search=Mark+8&version=MSG

Now, if you browse through the passage, you’ll probably recognize this is the time when Jesus feeds over four thousand HUNGRY people (probably at least the equivalent of six kids) with five loaves of bread and two fish (SEE?? Dinner inspiration!).  But as I kept reading I came across a verse I’ve never really read before.  It was verses 22-26.  They read: “^22-23They arrived at Bethsaida. Some people brought a sightless man and begged Jesus to give him a healing touch. Taking him by the hand, he led him out of the village. He put spit in the man's eyes, laid hands on him, and asked, "Do you see anything?"

 ^24-26He looked up. "I see men. They look like walking trees." So Jesus laid hands on his eyes again. The man looked hard and realized that he had recovered perfect sight, saw everything in bright, twenty-twenty focus. Jesus sent him straight home, telling him, "Don't enter the village."” (emphasis mine)  So, I re-read it, all the while struggling to keep the scene from Rango out of my mind—you know, the one where the cacti start heading toward the water?  (Good stuff, by the way, if you haven’t seen it.)  And I began to ponder a few things, like: Why did Jesus ask the man what he saw?  Jesus knew the minds and hearts of men.  Surely He knew the answer to the question He was asking.  And then, why on Earth would the guy respond to the Messiah with something as weird as “I see men. They look like walking trees.”?  Really? (Can’t you almost hear Laura saying, “Ya Freak.”)  And finally, I wondered:  Did Christ really need a do-over? As if He hadn’t gotten His healing right the first time?

And here’s what I came up with, and I’d love to hear your thoughts:

1.      I think Jesus ASKED the man, because He wanted the man to TELL him.  So often, aren’t we tempted to hide from the reality of our situation rather than assess it?  It’s so important (especially if we ever want to progress to wherever we WANT to go in our lives, as opposed to rolling with wherever Life takes us) that we objectively assess where we are at, our exact Point A, so that we can identify what we need to change, adjust, or re-affirm before we head to Point B.

2.      I think the guy responded as a weirdo because it was the most absolute, honest thing he could say.  And isn’t that really how we should pray?  Why do we try to think, act and be as if we have it all together, especially to the God who already knows we don’t?  I love this quote by A.W. Tozer: “God is loving for people through whom He can do the impossible.  What a pity when we plan only the things we can do by ourselves.”  Admit your Walking Trees!

3.      Finally, no, I don’t think Christ needed a do-over.  Honestly, later in the book, a woman is completely healed just by touching His robe, an action she took.  Here’s how I applied the verse: Just as He wants us to openly communicate to Him, He wants us to understand that we don’t have to look for a do-over.  I can’t tell you how many tears I’ve cried (okay, wasted) over things I thought I shoulda-woulda-coulda done differently.  What if instead I just said, “Lord, I see men.  And they look like walking trees”, and what if He replied, “Okay then.  Let me take you just a little bit further.”

4.      And I know I only listed 3 questions, but, I just had to add: Isn’t it cool that Christ asked the man not to go through the village?  I love that Christ healed the guy for the guy’s own sake.  Not just as a walking advertisement, not to be this pristine, perfect example, but just so that the guy could take things in, with perfect clarity for the first time, and figure things out from there.  That’s a Friend, huh?

I know this is long, and maybe Laura will edit (J). But I’m going to close with a link to a song that has really encouraged me along the way.  Hoping it does you too!!  Make it Great today…  Alissa

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QU74WNShZtw

Thanks, Lis...the guest writer today is my older cousin...she has 6 beautiful children, a dog, a husband, a business, takes care of a household, she cooks yummy food...and lots more!! So thankful that she made the time to write a post for me today! Oh, and I love it!!  You can check out more of her writing at http://lifeinagaggle.com/!  Love you, Alissa Jo!