Have You Tried Paddleboarding?

Oh my goodness! If you haven’t tried paddleboarding yet, you should. Like, you really should. I’ve never even heard of it until this summer and thankfully, my good friend Sara from Wildtree Design found this great deal to learn how to paddleboard with Paddleboard Specialists, which is super easy, by the way. As a bonus, half the money goes toward a new polar bear sanctuary at the zoo in town. 


This is actually how it all started….


No one likes it when momma does something that the children can’t come along to do as well. Thankfully, this lasted only a short time and Dave was able to get them excited to watch us (me, sara and our friend, Adam) go out on the water. 

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They said that there was a small chance that we would fall in the water, especially since it was pretty windy on Lake Wingra today, so I was a bit nervous when I was getting on my board. I ended up not falling in, but Adam fell in twice:) As bad as my legs were shaking from trying to be stable on the board, I’m quite surprised that I didn’t fall. 

We paddled out to the far side of the lake before we were able to stand up, which was fine by me! I was nervous that I wouldn’t be able to hold my balance since my legs were shaking just trying to keep balanced while kneeling. Apparently, I need to workout those muscles a bit more…

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Once I stood on the board, my legs were shaking like a leaf. But, they said that would happen and that it would go away. They were right:)


It was smooth sailing from then on. I was able to turn and paddle without falling into a bunch of seaweed; I got a great workout while hanging out with great friends; and most importantly, I was able to be out on the peaceful water enjoying the quiet. 


I don’t know if it was the instructors that made the hour lesson so much fun, or just that paddleboarding IS fun. Regardless, I can’t wait to do this again.

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Yes, I’ve Slacked

I haven’t slacked in all areas of my life. Just one, or 2… or 3. Ok, why don’t I just not put a number on it, but i’ll just leave it as a few areas of my life. However, this post is about my lack of exercise lately.

I was doing so well up until the second week of May, when we started our kitchen remodel. I was about 7 weeks into a new strength training program, New Rules of Lifting for Women by Lou Schuler, or NROLW. I was doing similar hamstring exercises so I opted to not do my knee exercises that I was supposed to be doing to prevent a knee injury (probably not a good idea).  I was feeling so strong after just a few weeks into it and I noticed such an improvement from week 1 to week 7. My goal was to workout 3-4 days per week, so I would go to the gym at work after my night shifts and I would try to throw a run in on my days off. I was exhausted, but I felt healthier. 

Then the other shoe dropped and the kitchen remodel started. This kitchen has consumed our days and nights since Mother’s Day weekend. It has been difficult, especially when there are 2 children vying for anyone’s attention while we’re trying to hang cabinet doors, or grouting the backslash, or the numerous other things that we have had to do in there. I’d love to say that we are done, but we’re not. We needed a few days off. My grandma’s funeral over the weekend made me realize that we have time for the kitchen but these moments will go away. The weather has been beautiful and we all needed some time outside splashing around, or hanging out with friends and family.  Soon, we will be done and then I’ll have quite the post to show our transformation!

The past week, I have been running again and I’ve been able to get back up to a good time for me.


Then I went for a run with my friend Sara. She’s significantly faster than me; around 3min/mi faster than me. It was a good challenge for me since we were running around 8-8:30min/mi, but I’m feeling it today. I tried to go for a run today and pathetic is a word that describes it best.


My knee hurts again, but I blame myself. I was the one who stopped doing my knee exercises. If anything, I should’ve just done those when I didn’t have time to get a good workout in. Now I’m hurting and out of shape. Such a bad combo.

I’ve decided that I need to get back to doing my knee workouts 4-5 days per week in order to strengthen the muscles around my knee. I’m hoping to get back to my NROLW though in another month or so when the new gym by our house opens. It’s a great book with lots of great information about weight lifting and nutrition in general and if you haven’t read it or heard about it, check it out. 

Also, if anyone is on Runtastic, let me know. Sometimes it helps to see others working out because then it can help push you along.  At least, I know it helps me:)

The Bravest Woman I Knew

I’d like to tell you about an amazing person I know whose hand  I was fortunate enough to hold her as she took her final breaths on this Earth. My grandma Julie, also known as babcia. I had 34 years with her and although I wish I could’ve had so many more, I know that I am lucky that she lived to be 96 years old.



{Last picture I had with her  April 2014}

She had a hard life, but she never gave up. Even in her final hours, she pushed on. Not quite ready to give up.

She was born in the states but spent around half of her years in Poland, and therefore had to live though the horrors of WWII. Although she would tear up and not want to talk about how difficult her life was during that time, I was able to learn a few things from family. She had 2 children at the time and her husband was called to war, which became the start of her being a single parent. The threat of the Nazis coming to take her belongings and food were a constant worry.  She would bury food so that the Nazi’s wouldn’t take it away and she would then be able to feed her 2 children. I don’t know how she survived. I can’t begin to imagine how difficult it would be to be afraid for your life and the lives of your children every moment of your day for months.


Her husband did not come home from war and she feared he had died.  After a while, she became pregnant with my dad. He told me a little about how hard life was in Poland even after the war, especially for a single mother with 3 kids now. He mentioned how my uncles and grandma would have to walk miles in deep snow to work or get food. There was no such thing as wasting anything because you were lucky if you even had enough to settle your growling stomach. Life was beyond hard. But she never complained.

At some point in time, she changed her last name. She told me that she just picked a name out of a phone book. Of all the choices in a phone book, babcia picks out Kwiatkowski. Why pick an easy name when you can have a 3 syllable name? She laughed when she told us this story. In my mind, I could see and hear her belly laugh. I miss her so much.

She came back to the US with my dad (literally on a boat!) and she had a couple of different jobs before she retired. I can’t imagine how hard it must’ve been to come to a new country in your 50’s and learn a new way of life. But she persevered. She found her way around and made a living for herself.

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{Babcia with my dad and my mom}

She was the epitome of a grandma. My sisters and I were the youngest grandchildren, making her almost 60 when my older sister was born, and she ended up speeding a lot of time with us. Time that will be engrained in my memory forever. Memories that have helped make me who I am. She spent little money on us, but she gave us so much more.

She would watch us frequently as my dad worked in the day and my mom would work the evening shift, which would leave an hour or 2 without any parent if my grandma didn’t come over. She would stop whatever she was doing and come at a moments notice. I remember us calling her in the middle of a bad rainstorm because we were scared. She hopped on the city bus and walked the additional 2-3 blocks from the bus stop to our house in the pouring rain so that we weren’t scared.


{me and babcia}

We slept at her apartment numerous times and took walk around her neighborhood. She took us to the movie theater to see Arachnophobia and laughed during the entire thing. I’m pretty sure we got a few stares wondering why babcia was bringing 3 children to see this horror movie. But we wanted to see it and she would do anything for us. She would make up bedtime stories and re-tell classics in Polish in the most animated voice. She made a great big bad wolf voice;)


{Babcia being silly on skis}

Babcia always put others first. Even when she had close to nothing, she felt that she could help because she still had more than they did. She would give the clothes off her back if she could. Numerous times she donated money to various organizations that would send her stuff in the mail. She would easily cry because those people or animals

When you walk into her home, she’d have a table set with food and you would have to eat. When she first met Dave, she forced him to eat. When he said he was full, she brought the plate up to his hands then said, “You touch, you eat”, in her broken English and laughed. She made great food. Her pierogi are like no one else’s.

She never sat around and did nothing. Early to bed, early to rise. Maybe that was her secret. She would cook, bake, or clean. There was always something to do; someone to care for.The older she got, the more she needed to take breaks and rest. But she’d say that she’ll finish it slowly. She’d get it done.


{Me and babcia holding my nieces, Ariana and Ava}

She lived alone until a year ago when her dementia made it too dangerous to leave her alone. It was heartbreaking. But we all knew it was necessary. Thankfully, my aunt and uncle were able to take her in, so that she was surrounded by family instead of strangers. It became hard for them, especially in her final weeks, but I know babcia appreciated it, as we all did.

She’s tried to prepare us for her death for many years. Twenty years ago she was writing down which grandchild would take which item of hers when she died. As long as I can remember she’s said “I’ll see you tomorrow, if I live that long”. Death was imminent and she was thankful for each day she had. Grateful that she’s lived for so many years; regardless of how hard her life was. For years now, I’d cry after a phone call or visit, wondering if it would be the last one.


{I was so grateful that babcia made it to me wedding}

But it was Saturday morning at 2:30am that I held her hand, kissed her forehead as I whispered “koham cie”, and watched her take her last breath. I always felt that it was a privilege to be there for someone’s passing. Especially because the majority of the time, I am a complete stranger. I still felt privileged to be with babcia, more so because I feel like I felt when her spirit/soul left body. It’s almost as if she was getting pulled away. But, she was willing. As I mentioned before, she was ready for years now. I know she held me and was there for me within a few days of my birth, and I am honored to have been there for her.

She was a wonderful woman who I will never forget.


A Year of Loss

It’s gone by so fast, and yet so slow. It’s as if he is on a trip, maybe another cruise, and he has yet to return. He’ll be here any day now. Yet, I can’t pick up the phone and find out if he’s back home. As I see your name still on my contact list, I can’t help but wonder who has your phone number. They have no idea who’s number they now have. Sometimes, I want to call and tell them. They would probably think I am crazy.

I felt like I would always be prepared for the death of someone I cared about. I’m a nurse in an ICU. I see death. I help families cope with death. I try my hardest to keep people away from death. But, I had no idea what people go through after they leave the hospital when their loved one has died. I know now.

I know about the heartache and tears; the ever-flowing tears some days. The disbelief that this is happening. The crazy impulse to want to pull him out of the ground and shake him awake. The difficulty in thinking about wonderful, happy memories and pushing them away from your mind so that you can stop crying. But at the same time, needing to keep the memories alive. Wanting to turn back time and change things that weren’t said or done. Wishing you had made one more call or visit. One more hug, or smile or laugh.

All I can do is move forward. Allow this to change my life for the better. Help my children remember their grandfather and to keep his memory alive. Strive to make more memories with family/friends because we never know when it will be the last time. Live with no regrets.

I love that we can still go to his and Caren’s house to visit. The memories are so strong there. It’s as if he is still there walking up the driveway or to his bees or sitting by the fire pit. He’s not at the cemetery. We go there to bring flowers, but I don’t like being there. I’d rather have my memories float past my mind while sitting outside at the house.  I’d rather feel him around my kids while they run around or him sitting next to me and Dave while we have a beer outside in his party garage.

I imagined things to be different a year later. Yes, time heals all wounds and blah, blah, blah. It kind of has, but I hated hearing it. Time has dulled the pain, but it hasn’t healed anything. I’m so thankful for the many friends and family that have helped us get to where we are. The ability to talk about him and cry on so many shoulders helped me in ways they may never fully understand. I am forever grateful. I hoped we could have celebrated his life and happiness. Thrown him a party. He loved a good party:) I can still hear him say “yeah, who doesn’t love a good party?”, while he smiles wide and his eyes squint.

Maybe next year. He was the glue and now I feel like it’s hard to keep us all together. We’re falling apart and I don’t know or understand why. It hurts my heart.

I’m glad the last memory I have of him is of him running in the rain with my kids. My heart swells with this thought. I still hope that my kids see him and he lurks in their shadows. It may sound creepy for some, but it would be comforting for me. To know that we haven’t lost him completely.

I know everyday will continue to get better and I’m still hopeful that one day, we can celebrate his life. But right now, it still just plain sucks.

Last year on Father’s Day, my sister-in-law, Emily posted on her Facebook page a picture of her with her dad (I think it was from prom) along with a caption about him being her hero. A few day’s later, the accident happened. For some reason her post has stuck in my head. Soon after the accident, Dave mentioning the Foo Fighters song “My Hero”. It all fits. I hear that song and instantly, it’s about him.

“My Hero”

by Foo Fighters

Too alarming now, to talk about
Take your pictures down, and shake it out
Truth or consequence, say it aloud
Use that evidence, race it around

There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He’s ordinary

Don’t the best of them bleed it out
While the rest of them peter out
Truth or consequence say it aloud
Use that evidence race it around

There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He’s ordinary

Kudos my hero
Leaving all the best
You got my hero
One that’s on

There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He’s ordinary

There goes my hero
Watch him as he goes
There goes my hero
He’s ordinary



We miss you so much, dad. Love you.

My Household Engineer

What is a father? According to Merriam-Webster, a father is “a man who has begotten a child”. But, aren’t they so much more? You know the saying, “Anyone can be a father, but it takes someone special to be a dad”.

That’s who I am writing this about. A dad. But not just any dad, although there are many wonderful dads who I can talk about today. However, I am reserving this post for my husband; the dad to my rambunctious children and my household engineer (aka stay at home dad).

He deserves so much more than just this post celebrating him or one day of recognition. Since now he has taken on the role of a maid, a waiter, a chef, a nurse, a photographer, a referee, a nightmare chaser, an activities director, a teacher, a scientist, and a gardener. I’m sure I’ve missed some too!

I don’t tell him nearly enough times how much I appreciate him and the things that he has done for us. I don’t know how many fathers are willing to stay home and take on this new career of a household engineer. I know I couldn’t do it. I love my children so very much, but I know that I am a better parent when I go to work a few days a week. He chose this for our family. He could go to work and work for just day care, but he decided he would rather stay home and work from morning until night instead of an 8-9 hour day at his previous desk job. I know that he would still be this wonderful regardless of if he went to work or stayed at home with the kids. We are so very lucky to have him stay at home, since I know there aren’t many people that have this luxury. But I also know that it is hard to stay home and care for these 2 children of ours and have minimal adult interaction.

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Why don’t I tell you about the best dad I know, Dave. He was always a laid back person in general. Not much ruffled his feathers. Once he decided to stay home with the kids, his feathers got slightly ruffled to say the least, but he still handles it better than I ever could. I knew that he would have a hard time adjusting to doing laundry, keeping the house clean, making dinner and keeping the kids entertained, but he didn’t do too bad. I knew he wasn’t perfect, but neither am I.

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He may “forget” to keep up with the laundry, or sweep under the furniture, or pick put the socks that are under foot. But he was busy playing legos or super heroes. Or he was making dinner, like he does every night. And not just the frozen pizza kind of dinner, but a recipe that includes chopping up veggies and mixing spices, etc. He gets up in the middle of the night with the kids and he gets them to school in the morning about 95% of the time. He lets me sleep in all the time and makes my lunch every night that I work. He makes sure that I get out of the house with friends for a night out even when it’s been months since he’s gotten out of the house. He plays beauty shop and lets the kids paint his nails and put bows/barrettes in his hair. He plays with the kids and teaches them how to build things. He does it all…. for them.

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He is giving these kids memories. Memories that will last a lifetime. Yes, he may not be the most clean person (he’s better!), but he’s a wonderful dad. He would go to the moon and back for those kids. I cannot imagine going through any of this without him. I love you, babe! Happy Father’s Day!



Happy Father’s Day to all of the wonderful dad’s out there and most importantly to my father-in-law, Donnie and my brother-in-laws, Jeremy and Dylan.