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Ok, so I may have just quoted the movie “Bring it On”.

And I may actually be talking about 3rd place, not 2nd place like they got in the movie.

And I may even be talking about my feeling toward 3rd place and not the actual members of the squad that received the award.

But really? I can’t help it. I am so proud of my brother and his JV cheer squad for placing Third in State and their competition this last weekend!

My brother? He rocked it. He nailed his back tuck. His jumps were high. The stunting he back spotted on were solid.

He was really happy with how he did because he did his absolute best.

How can I not be proud of that!?

Please excuse the excessive “woo-ing” after he landed his tuck. What can I say? Kristen and I (and Kelli via Skype) were a little bit excited.

Also please excuse the out of focus-ness…my camera went out of focus right before they started…you get the jest. 

I wouldn’t say I’m ANTI Valentine’s Day…

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But I really just don’t care about it.

Don’t get me wrong, growing up it was awesome. I have great memories of carefully writing out my classmates’ names on cards, making a Valentine’s mailbox or pouch for my desk and then the super awesome Valentine’s party my class would have. My mom would make dinner and set the table and the lights in the dining room would be off and there’d be a special little treat in our seat. However, I do remember the year I had a boyfriend break up with me the day before Valentine’s day…and the day before the dance. That was less than awesome, but whatevs, I got over it. Overall, like I said, Valentine’s Day was always pretty awesome.

But really, anymore? Eh…not that big of a deal to me.

In honor of Valentine’s Day I’ve noticed a lot of other bloggers writing all these mushy posts about how much them love their spouse/significant other, blah, blah, blah. Not gonna lie…I kind of threw up a little bit in my mouth.

I figured I’d write my own kind of post…but not how much I love Andy, or how great he is, or how I fall in love with him all over again…blech…how about the opposite. How about a post about all the things we “LOVE” about each other.

  • I LOVE that he puts more ranch dressing and cheese on your salad that there is lettuce.
  • I LOVE that he almost always forgets to flush the toilet after you get out of the shower then when I get home from work 10 hours later there’s still pee in the toilet.
  • I LOVE  the weird throat-clearing-thingy he does when he’s trying to make a point.
  • I LOVE that he’s always hot and feels the need to have a fan blasting on us every night for bed.
  • I LOVE when he trims his beard/shave his face a bunch of the trimmed hair is left in the sink.
  • I LOVE that he still think it’s hilarious when I unknowingly walk into a room after he’s let out a stinky fart.
  • Speaking of farts…I LOVE that he taught our daughter “pull my finger”.

Oh, and don’t worry, I know this LOVE is a two way street…here’s a list of things I know Andy LOVES about me!

  • I know Andy LOVES how I have the knack for leaving random strands of hair all over the house.
  • He LOVES that after I spend all day at work sitting with my face staring at a computer I can do the same thing after Ry goes to bed until I go to bed.
  • He LOVES that I sleep with with a sheet, wool blanket, quilt and another blanket on top because I’m always cold.
  • He LOVES that I can’t remember simple things like calling to make a vet appointment for the dog but I can remember what I was wearing the day of our first kiss.
  • He LOVES that every single time he comes inside after I have been playing outside with Rylee I say “Sorry I didn’t pick up the toys out of the yard, it was time for Ry to get in the house and she was not having it.”
  • And I know he LOVES that I taught Rylee how to pick her nose.

Keep in mind this is all in fun. I really do love my husband. But really…every spouse does things that drives the other crazy.

Some things I will never understand

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Tuesday night, I had the worst dream I have had in a very, very long time. It shook me to the core and I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.

The setting was pretty much present time, not too far in the future. I was pregnant with baby #2. I had just got home from picking Rylee up and we were getting ready to get dinner started. Andy had just called to let me know he was on his way home from work. A typical weeknight evening. Then it happened…

I received a phone call from someone telling me that Andy had been in an accident and that he didn’t make it. My heart sank. The tears started instantly. The rest of the dream was me making the same phone call over and over again to all of our family and close friends to tell them the news. With every call I made the tears kept streaming and the crying grew louder.

In my dream, I just remember thinking why…how…I just didn’t understand…

I know exactly what my subconscious was doing. Earlier on Tuesday I learned about a friend of a friend who lost his battle with cancer. I’d never even met this man, or his family, but my heart broke. My heart broke for his wife. My heart broke for his 3 young children. My heart broke for their family. My heart broke for their friends. I couldn’t begin to imagine what the wife is going through. And I just couldn’t stop thinking about it. Why did this have to happen to him? Someone so young? Someone with such young children? I just didn’t understand.

After I had that dream, I wanted nothing more than to curl up next to Andy. For him to wrap his arms around me…however a little toddler had snuck into our bed in the middle of the night and lay in the way from that happening. I slept horribly the rest of the night. When Andy finally rolled out of bed the next morning, I stopped him in the bathroom and made him wrap his arms around me. I didn’t want him to ever let me go. As we stood there, I couldn’t stop thinking about that dream. And I couldn’t stop thinking about this man’s wife and children. And I couldn’t help the tears that started to roll down my cheeks when I realized that my nightmare was just that…a bad dream but this is now this woman’s reality. She will never be able to have her husband’s reassuring arms wrapped around her again.

There are some things I will never understand…

The Right Kind of Hurt

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I think I found my groove.

Last week was great.

My pants? I actually put them all in the dryer over the weekend in hopes to shrink them a bit. Pretty soon, I may be able to bust out the pants I’ve got stowed away in the next size down.

I can tell I’m getting in better shape. The day after my last Power class I could actually walk. Don’t get me wrong, I was sore, but it wasn’t unbearable. It was the kind of hurt that you feel after a good workout, not the kind that has you wondering what truck you were hit by when you weren’t looking.

My next Power class? Oh yea, I’m gonna go cray-zay and even put some weight on the bar!

Watch the heck out!

I still need to be better about drinking water on the weekends. Oh, and you know, not eating tacos 5 out of 7 days in a week.

All in all, I’m finding myself with more energy. Drinking less coffee and more water. I’m finding my legs getting restless after a day without a good workout. I find myself craving that after workout burn. And to top it off, I’ve lost almost 7 pounds!