The Life List: With the Greatest of Ease

Do you have one?

A list of things you want to do in your lifetime?

I have one. It’s short but I add to it on a regular basis. Everyone should have one of these. It keeps your eyes open to possibilities.

Last Friday I was able to check one item off my list and it was indescribable!

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She flies through the air

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With the greatest of ease

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That daring young girl

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On the flying trapeze

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Rather than try and describe it, I’ll just show the video. It compiles my first takeoff with a few other turns.

 

And now I’m addicted.

It’s a pretty pricy habit. I’m hoping to go twice a month. This particular rig is in Chicago at Belmont Harbor so that when you’re on the platform you can see across the lake. Anyone can sign up for a class, and you should.

Seriously, it’s life changing. I wish there was a better way to explain it. Instead, I highly recommend you experience it for yourself.

And start your own Life List.

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“It’s good for gluten free” Is Not Good Enough

Cary arrived home the other night with this beautiful pink box. One of my sweet friends had stopped at a bakery that all of the gluten-eaters rave about. Turns out they have gluten free cupcakes.

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Cary hands me the box and heads to the other room to get changed.
When he comes back to the kitchen I’m standing at the counter staring at the cupcake I had just taken a bite out of.

Cary: “What are you doing?”

Me: “I’m trying to decide if it’s worth the calories.”

Cary: “Then I think you have your answer.”

This was not a debate on “Nothing tastes as good as skinny feels!” I feel sorry for people who say that! They have clearly never had really delicious food. This situation was more along the lines of “Is this good? Or is this good considering it’s gluten free?” It was the latter and barely even that. These cupcakes were borderline inedible. The frosting is what had me on the fence.

I tossed the cupcakes.

You read that right. I threw them out. While I can not express adequately the gratitude I have for the friend that purchased them for me (Lauryn if you’re reading this and it pains you, I’m sorry) I am finally at a time in my life where I refuse to treat my body like a garbage disposal.

Food should never be “Good for gluten free”. It should be just plain good. When my friends eat things that I’ve baked or cooked and say “OH MAN! This is so good you can’t even tell it’s gluten free!” it is the highest praise. In fact, some of my friends have stopped mentioning the gluten altogether. It’s just really good food.

This bakery is cherished by gluten-eaters. Interestingly, I know someone who works there. I was able to tell her the gluten free cupcake recipe needs work. Funnily enough I found out that the bakery uses box mixes for all their cupcakes. Of course they add flavors and such, as well as decorate them to perfection. Bottom line is, they’re not four dollars worth of fancy. I suggested a way to improve the texture. Regardless of the mix they’re using, these cupcakes need air.

This is my plea:
If someone you love can’t have gluten and you want to show them love in the form of food, don’t make them something that’s “Good for gluten free” make them something that’s just plain GOOD!
If you need a good gluten free cupcake recommendation, I know a woman who makes them out of her home that does a fantastic job!

Giving Up? Giving In?

Over the last three years, I’ve amassed an extraordinary amount of baby stuff. When we decided to start trying or rather when we were thinking about trying, our friends who already had kids became incredibly excited. They piled us up with a few hand me downs and we were grateful. Especially considering three years ago we were in a very different place financially. More and more friends began having garage sales and getting rid of their baby swag, much of it landing in our arms with no money exchanging hands.

I made the joke a few times “I feel like this will jinx us.”

All our veteran parents simply laughed and responded ‘Take the free gear, trust us!”

We did, happily.

But, after looking at this pile*

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through two years of disappointment, I’ve decided it has to go.

As much as I would love to have a garage sale myself …

It has to leave my house today. I’m done with it.

I don’t know what this means for us and how we will continue to try and quite frankly it’s none of your business. I know that’s a strange thing to say when you’re writing a blog but as far as our sex life is concerned, it’s ours. Adoption is a thing we talk about, but won’t be happening anytime soon. If you’re wondering why, you can read this, I think it sums it up nicely.

We have other things happening in our life right now. Things like the never ending home remodel, a car that’s on its last leg, a fridge that’s making strange noises, new and exciting work ventures and hobbies.  I would like to tell you it’s enough to keep me distracted from not having that third person who is missing from our dinner table.

It’s not.

All I know is that I can no longer stare at onesies and baby swings, pacifiers and breast pumps.**

 

*No the pile has not been in my living room for three years.

**yes I actually found a breast pump, can you believe that?

Dear Public Toilet Hoverers, Sit Your Ass Down or Clean Up After Yourselves

The other night I was watching Keeping up with the Kardashians (judge me all you want, it’s entertaining and mildly endearing) and the younger Jenner girls posted a video of their mom Kris going to the bathroom in the shared public restroom of her office building. It ended up on YouTube and Kris received a phone call from Khloe (I believe) asking her why she was sitting down on a public toilet. “Why aren’t you squatting?” she said (or something like that) to which I yelled at the TV “BECAUSE IT’S A PUBLIC TOILET IN HER OFFICE BUILDING AND SHE’S CONSIDERATE!”

Allow me to fill in my possibly clueless, male readers. Some women have a truly disgusting habit. When using a public restroom, they will hover over the toilet instead of sitting down in order to avoid the “doodie parasites” (10points if you get that reference). When they do this, they inadvertently spray urine all over the toilet seat, back of the toilet and the floor, rendering the bathroom stall even more horrendous than a urinal at the diviest of dive bars. Then they just walk out of the stall leaving the next poor, defenseless, non-germaphobe, toilet sitter to clean up after them.

It’s gross right? I’m sure you’re thinking, “Why don’t they just use the toilet seat covers that are now available in nearly EVERY public restroom?”

I have no idea. I also can’t fathom why anyone would believe that it would be OK for some other person to have to clean up their bodily waste.

I can’t possibly be the only other woman who is pissed off about this. I’ve only heard one other woman express disdain for this atrocity.

I generally like to give people the benefit of the doubt and used to think “They just didn’t notice.” Now I realize, there is ABSOLUTELY no POSSIBLE way of not noticing!

So, I am now resolute. I’m not going to take it anymore. If you exit a stall and I walk in after you, only to find a pee soaked seat, I’m going to call you out.

I will come back out of the stall and mention loudly “EXCUSE ME! It appears you made a mess in here! Maybe you should come back and clean this up.”

You’ve been warned, Hoverers.

February is Going to Be F*cking Fantastic

My friend Ben and I have decided “Will Power” challenges suck.*

I’m turning 30 in 6 days. I’ve decided to challenge myself in a different way, starting with February.
Every day I read twitter. I enjoy social media with strangers far more than I ever did when I was on Facebook. One stranger who inspires me is Lisa Bonchek Adams (@AdamsLisa) Every morning I wake up to this tweet:

For those of you who don’t know, she is in treatment for metastatic breast cancer. You can read more about her on her website. Her daily tweet is a wonderful reminder that we are responsible for the beauty in our lives. Every day I tell myself I’m going to heed her advice.

So far…I haven’t done so well.

I’ve decided to challenge myself to find a bit of beauty,  or create some, every day in February. I encourage you to join me on Instagram. Please use the hashtag #dailybeauty and tell your friends to join you. Let’s encourage and inspire each other to focus on the beauty. Hopefully, it will overwhelm the ugly, in whatever way that is being manifested in our lives.

I am also going to send “a month of letters“. Would you like to receive a letter? Text me your mailing address, or email me at rinniekirk at gmail dot com.

Lastly, I’ll be enjoying my meals. I read this piece by Gluten Free Girl. It really hit home with me. She asks one of her friends why she loses weight when she is on vacation. This is something I experience as well. It seems odd because I don’t restrict myself on vacation. The answer is basically because we “Enjoy the hell out of our food.” when we’re on vacation.

I’m going to do that more this month. It’s not measurable.** Yet, I still feel it is a very important goal.

Hopefully, it will become who I am. “The woman who enjoys the hell out of her food.”

There are worse things to be known as.

*I’m pretty sure that’s where he stands. It’s possible that the last time we discussed this he was drunk.
**Theoretically, it’s measurable on a scale which, I’m ignoring.

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If you don’t follow me on Instagram, I posted a pic of the flyer we distributed today. (The one on IG is fake, I made a real one with contact info) Haven’t found the owners yet. 

However, we did receive 2 calls.

One from a woman who saw him that night and has been feeling guilty ever since because she didn’t bring him in. She was sure he froze to death and was so happy he was safe.
The other was from an older woman on our street asking if we needed help with cat supplies while we take care of him.”I know you didn’t expect this to happen. I was wondering if you needed help taking care of him.” I explained that we had plenty of supplies and that we were prepared since we run our own zoo. I thanked her and told her that while we hadn’t heard from his owners, people are lining up to adopt him. To which, she responded “Well, you are doing a GREAT job!”

Even if we don’t find his owners, my faith in humanity is restored. These two people (whom I’ve never met) were so concerned about his well being.

Sometimes doing the right thing is hard. I really didn’t want to do the flyer thing. Mostly, because I’m lazy. It took a whopping hour and a half out of my day. An hour and a half that would’ve been spent watching two episodes of Law & Order SVU.

If the people who found Maddie when she went missing had done the flyer thing, it would’ve saved me a LOT of heartache and tears. (and more tears and gnashing of teeth) We’re still hopeful that he will be reunited with his family. 

P.S. A lot of people have asked about adopting him if his owners aren’t found.
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I didn’t realize I was getting messages about this at the same time Cary was. We have to go with who requested him first, in order to be fair. I never thought people would be lining up to take him. It makes my heart grow three sizes.
Our friends Kristin and Jonny were the first to ask. I encourage you other wonderful people to go save an animal from a shelter! You have no idea how much a pet will change your life, while you’re saving theirs.

New Year, New Me?

I remember when I was 19, I had some friends who were close to turning 25 and were freaking out about it. TWENTY FIVE! Who freaks out about 25? The only bad thing for me at 25 was that my mom was dying…

Now that I think about it 25 was a HORRIBLE year. But, it had nothing to do with my age.

In 30 days, I’ll be 30.

I’ll be honest, I’m freaking out a bit. There is so much good in my life. I am incredibly blessed by the life that Cary and I have made. But, I can’t help but feel as if the clock is ticking quickly and time is running out. I feel like this is quite possibly my middle age.

Before you think I’m just typically freaking out about 30 allow me to explain.

My Grandmother (mom’s mom) died at age 46 from uterine cancer. My mother died at 56, ultimately from complications of cancer.

It’s not looking good for me…

As much as I know I take better care of myself than my mother did (and likely better than her mother did) I can’t help but feel that cancer is an inevitability. Even though it does not occupy my thoughts on a constant basis, this impending birthday makes me think about it more.

Don’t worry I won’t break in to a Tim McGraw song, but I’m going to stop wallowing in the “I’m gonna die early” pit. I recently watched a fantastic movie called “About Time” that made me truly appreciate my incredibly ordinary life. Ultimately, I don’t have a million items to check off a bucket list. And that’s really OK. I just want to live my delightfully ordinary life for a long time.

In an attempt to make myself feel better, I listed all of the things I have accomplished during my time on this planet. While I don’t plan to enumerate them all here, I will tell you my favorite.

I’ve been able to make myself happy.

I am able to find happiness in my current situation. The day to day minutiae of life has the ability to take my breath away with its beauty. Every day? Of course not! Do I wish some things were different? Who doesn’t? Lately, I try my hardest to be in the moment (keeping my phone down) and just enjoying myself. Have you had someone give you their undivided attention for an hour, recently? And you have returned in kind? If you haven’t, let me tell you:

IT’S GLORIOUS!

What an easy thing to make someone feel important! You need to do this!*

More than any other resolution for 2014, I resolve to culture the ability to make myself happy. It is possible (and likely) that I’ve just convinced myself that I have this ability because I’ve spent the last 2 days cooped inside the house with Cary, being lavished with quality time.

If that is the case, I’m holding onto this feelingfor as long as possible.

 
 
*I want to thank all the people in my life that do this for me. You’re reading this blog. I know you are, because we talk about it during our undivided-attention-giving-time.

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