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Lists on lists on lists

The lister: One who makes lists at the attempt to be productive / feel good.

Personally I put big ass boxes by my “to dos” and give myself little rewards and add things like: Treat yo self to an iced coffee, because you’re awesome. Or, Online shop for that workout top you probably can’t afford. Check and check, two things already taken care of, accomplishments in small feats.

After 3 weeks of kids camps, I’ve got a rainbow of paint around my face and plenty of almost expired cheese sticks and warm juice boxes in my backback- it’s time to get a workout in, listen to dirty south hip hop and some dubstep and get back on track. This whole workout plan mind you is 3 days post a half marathon so no running quite yet, instead I get on the elliptical that takes more brain power than body to stay on…only shark week will keep me gelled to this machine. BUT, I did however find a useful tool…

I pull my phone out and open the “notes” tab and title it “What I Want” and in the slew of much-needed feel good endorphins this is the list that came to:

Run 4x a week – Bike Outside – Yoga – Whiten my teeth (yuup noted) – At home spa day, drink champagne and catch up on magazines – Find 10ks – Make Coffee at home – listen to music in the shower – move my speakers to the bathroom (train of thought lister) – blog – remind yourself you’re going to be a kick ass teacher – go camping – swim – eat more burgers – SUP – write more lists – dock jump – hang out with my mom – use my camera and edit photos

So clearly it’s not a be all bucket list, or really any big goals but hey, it’s a start to finding something more balanced. I took this sporadic note to self as looking at things in perspective of what can I write down that I can check off realistically right now.

Missing Salpal more than ever as she bungee jumps and lives a truly once in a lifetime experience in Africa. Give a baboon a spank on the butt for me.

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For Better or For Worse

About two weeks ago my grandpa slipped on the stairs entering his house in Minnesota. It was one small slip that has changed my whole family’s life. He broke his neck, and when being moved from the Intensive Care Unit, choked on his own mucus causing him to go into cardiac arrest. We take for granted the simple things; being able to stand, sit, talk, squeeze our hands into a fist, eat, shower, swallow. All of these things my grandpa cannot do without help.

It runs in our family’s blood to be stubborn and hard-headed, and my grandfather despite not being able to talk, still manages to talk over my grandma, and mouth a few of his favorite words: Fuck, Bullshit, and Asshole.

He has what they call a “halo” screwed into his head to keep his neck in place, and even though he says is not painful, how can something bolted into your skull be pleasant?

My grandma is one of the strongest women I know, I don’t know how in the hell she doesn’t cry every time her husband looks at her and begs her to bust him out of the hospital. He doesn’t understand he has to be there for so long, he doesn’t want photos on the wall. He wants it to feel temporary. She’s able to understand about 30% of what he says which only adds fuel to the frustration on both sides.

He developed a way to “call” my grandma and me to his side by making kissing noises and sounds only described as ways to giddy up a horse. We walk over and he mouths, “take my hands.” So we take his hands, “now get me the fuck out of here.” My grandma looks at me “oh lordy,” and turns to him, “Dave, you need to stay here,” he looks at her, “bullshit,” he mouths, and she laughs with no answer. My grandpa looks at me to try, “come on Jane, get me the fuck out of here,” I look at him and shake my head, “grandpa, if I could steal you away I would.”

I am so grateful to have him still in my life, and to know that even though he’s going through hell he can still swear like a sailor. My grandma and grandpa will be going on their 49th wedding anniversary this summer. They have been each other’s best friends for almost half a century. Their lives revolve around each other, she told me when I first got to Minnesota, “You know, it’s been a lot of years for the better, we’re now in it for the worse.”

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