Friday, December 30, 2011

Long Time Coming...

I meant to write this in, oh, August of 2011.  Sometimes, it takes my brain a bit to catch up.  Also, I had marathon brain the last several months, which (while I have never been pregnant, nor am I now) seems to have the same symptoms as pregnancy brain.

I wanted to extend a huge THANK YOU to Team Pitcher for getting my butt (literally) on track.

I was the gal that thought it perfectly appropriate to have a sugar cookie and a white chocolate coconut mocha for breakfast, and adventure to McDonald's to lunch, and a mini pizza for dinner.  I ate for convenience and not for nutrition.  It wasn't until I enlisted the help of Team Pitcher that I realized just how much what you eat effects how you feel - and ultimately what you do.

With their support and knowledge I was able to pull myself out of the garbage gut gutter, and eat like a person running 40+ miles a week, because I was!!  I felt better, slept better, ran better, and didn't feel the need to have emotional meltdowns every other day.

The new training rules allowed me to still have my favorite treats, but in moderation (ahhhhh, that's the secret).  Working fro-yo into my training schedule was a huge morale boost, and who would deny me that :)

I recommend working with them no matter what your training/life/weight goals are in the New Year.  It will be worth the time and effort (and really, the hard part is done for you).

Hats off to you Team Pitcher - I appreciate you and your guidance so very much!!!

May your day be filled with great advice.

Andrea

Thursday, December 29, 2011

Hi I'm Andrea, and this is my speech.

Well, Good Morning to you!!

On Tuesday I got to be a part of a really cool experience.  The Canine Christmas Benefit in Las Vegas.  (No dogs were singing).  BUT, the singers who were singing - were AMAZING!!  All the proceeds of the event went to support the College of Veterinary Medicine at WSU.  They asked me to say a few words, and I did.  I didn't barf, didn't faint, didn't fall, and they clapped when I was done.  SUCCESS!!

This is what I said: (and yes, I had to write down my name so I wouldn't forget).

Good Evening, I’m Andrea from Washington State University and the College of Veterinary Medicine.  I would first like to thank Jacqueline, Dr. Pennell, and all the performers for their efforts to make this evening possible.  What an amazing experience.  I would also like to thank each and every one of you for being here.  Tonight, we have had the opportunity to listen to some of the most gifted performers and voices I have ever heard, and in doing so; we are also helping our furry friends battle cancer.  Our pets, in most cases, are very much a part of our family.  I know at our house (much to my dismay) it was the dog who had the most presents under the Christmas tree.  And, while we do all that we can to make sure our dogs, cats, birds, hamsters, horses, etc are safe and healthy – we cannot protect them against cancer.
At WSU our oncologists work diligently not only to fight existing cases, but also to teach and train the next generation of veterinarians so that they may have the tools to continue the battle. 
At WSU our oncologists work to establish and individualize treatment plans for each and every animal.  To provide the best cancer fighting drug or radiation treatment (or both) for that specific tumor.  Each treatment is unique, as is each case, as is each animal, as is each one of us.
In 2000, our oncologists and radiologists had a mission to treat dogs with head and neck tumors, and ended up serving the human population as well.  In this case, at this time, veterinary medicine was ahead of human medicine.  Dogs with head or neck tumors were brought to WSU from all over the world to be treated.  The smaller of the tumors were treated with Radio Surgery and the larger ones were treated using Intensity Modulated Radiation therapy.  By using imaging through our CT, MRI, and high energy radiation producing machine (the Linear Accelerator) our vets successfully targeted the tumors without damaging the surrounding healthy tissue or spinal cord, which at that time, was unheard of.  Today, this type of technology is used to treat women and children diagnosed with brain, neck, or head tumors, and it all began at WSU with the hope to treat cancer in dogs.
We are asking you today to consider helping WSU’s Veterinary Teaching Hospital upgrade our imaging suite; so that we may continue innovation, education, and the eradication of the disease that effects so many of us.  Cancer.
The WSU Imaging center has been a hallmark program for the College of Veterinary Medicine, advancing science in veterinary imaging for over the past 15 years.  We are acknowledged globally as the pioneer veterinary institution leading the world in small animal and equine imaging.  Our equipment is getting older, and is in desperate need of an upgrade so that we may continue to lead the way.
Upgrading our imaging equipment will allow our veterinarians to detect the presence of cancer earlier.  It will also give us a greater understanding of each tumor so that we can adapt and monitor the success of the treatments, as well as the eventual and hopeful triumph over the disease.
Currently there are 28 veterinary schools in the United States, and WSU is proud to serve as the College of Veterinary Medicine for Nevada.  Whether it is protecting communities in sub-Saharan Africa by vaccinating their animals, or learning how to fight heart disease by studying the hearts of hibernating Grizzlies, or developing innovative ways to fight cancer – WSU will continue to exceed expectations, to passionately teach, to continue to learn, to never stop fighting, to do our best every day, for every species, against every disease, to make you proud to say WSU is YOUR vet school.  Thank you again, and good night.
May your day be filled with proud moments.
Andrea

Tuesday, December 27, 2011

Airports Make Me Angry!!!

I am not sure what it is about airports, but people turn into assholes in them.  Real.  Legit.  Jerks.

Yes, lady, I do want you to stop your walking, right freaking in front of me, while I am full speed walking. I love stopping short.  Oh, and then you must look around like you are a lost little creature.  It's called numerical order - if you haven't heard of it... GO HOME.  Please, take your time walking by me (as I am trying to get around you) so that you can primp like a freaking peacock in the bathroom mirror that is 5 feet away.  I LOVE that.  OH, and you must stand in the bathroom entrance to text your BFF - naturally, everyone knows that is is place to "hang out."

Sure thing sir, I love to hear you smacking and farting as you sit next to me on the plane.  It is my favorite thing in the whole world - and that center console ... why, you should use the whole goddamn thing!!  No, really - I don't need to set my drink anywhere.  I can just hold it.  And really, even though I am sitting in the aisle, you should probably just vault over me so you can be the veeeeerrrrrry first person off the plane.  I mean really, you are *how do they say* muay importante.  Oh, and make sure to ram my lap top and Kate Spade bag with your shitty vinyl computer case to fit it in the overhead bin.  Really, sir, you are AWESOME!!!!

Alright. Done now.

May your day be jerk free.

Andrea

Friday, December 23, 2011

Cat Shit Cookies. My Favorite.

I don't really know what you call them.  Alright, maybe I do.  I think the general population refers to them as "Chocolate Peanut Butter No-Bake Cookies" - "Cat Shit Cookies" in the Farmer Household.

They are by far my very favorite cookies... although if you had one of these and a frosted sugar cookie side by side it may take me a few minutes to decide.

Here is the recipe - eat them as fast as you can.  Don't share with anyone.  Merry Christmas.

  • 2 cups sugar
  • 4 tablespoons cocoa
  • 1 stick butter
  • 1/2 cup milk
  • 1 cup peanut butter
  • 1 tablespoon vanilla
  • 3 cups oatmeal
  • Waxed paper
In a heavy saucepan bring to a boil, the sugar, cocoa, butter and milk. Let boil for 1 minute then add peanut butter, vanilla and oatmeal. On a sheet of waxed paper, drop mixture by the teaspoonfuls, until cooled and hardened.

Thursday, December 22, 2011

The importance of a good sidekick.

I am usually the sidekick.  It is a position that I relish.  I don't have to cause ALL the trouble.  I can cause *just enough.*  Plus, I am great in the supporting role.

A good sidekick is so hard to find.  You need to find someone that is fun, smart, willing to take a back seat to your crazy antics, and also loyal - you need someone fiercely loyal.  This may be the most important quality, (that and they cannot, under any circumstances, upstage you).

A sidekick is someone you can go to when you have the best idea EVER, and they will put on their magical underpants and make it happen.  All the while, reminding you that it, indeed, is an awesome idea.

And, so today folks, I bring you perhaps one of the best sidekicks I have seen, recently.  Her name is Vicy, and I love her.  She is the ying to Tommy's yang, and by being the best sidekick she could possibly be - she, in my eyes, steals the show. 

(Disclaimer - I first met Tommy when he was ranting about the Norweigan butter crisis.  Then I had to check out "his famous celebrity".  English is obviously not their first language - and they are as good with lyrics as I am)



May you find your sidekick and live happily ever after,

Andrea

Tuesday, December 20, 2011

Obsessed.

Not all that long ago, I was searching for a good book.  I'm pretty sure that posted such on Facebook - that's really how I obtain all my advice.  Not soon after that post, I received a text from Ms. Katie JG informing me that I should read the Outlander series (If I had not yet done so) and if I do not, then she may certainly die.

Wanting nothing more than to prevent her demise - I jumped right in.  Now, here's the part where I tell you how much I love them.  I do love them.  LOVE THEM.  Did I mention these books are beasts?  Over 1,000 pages each, about time travel, and magic rocks... screaming Andrea (ya - I wasn't so sure about them either, at the beginning).  I don't only love them - I am a little obsessed.  I want to talk about them, and discuss characters, and situations, and Scotland, and OH. MY. GAWD. isn't Jamie Fraser the most wonderful male character ever written.  EVER!!!

I am now on book four, and I really can't put them down.  There are eight in the series (I know what I'm doing all Christmas break!!) I'll keep you posted.  In the meantime, go and get these books.  Start reading, and then find me on Facebook to chat.  Really, I cannot wait.

... and now, I will begin to look for some magic rocks.

May your day be filled with "oh dear golly I can't put it down" books.

Andrea

Monday, December 19, 2011

Downsizing.

This is going to sound incredibly ... jerkish.  Maybe.

I used to be the gal in the office that had a gift for everyone.  The last couple years I have knitted scarves for everyone, knitted wash cloths, made individual goodies, given them spices, and last year I believe everyone got calendars.  I'm not talking one or two folks here... I'm talking 15+.

I should state that I don't give gifts to get gifts - but maybe a "thank you" would be nice.  In some cases, I worked for hours and hours to bring you a nice gift.  You, should maybe, offer some thanks.

This year -  I am limiting my Christmas Cheer.  I'm downsizing.  Big Time.  It gets kind of old - to ALWAYS be the one that goes the extra mile.  I'm not in the mood to be overly thoughtful this year.  I'm sticking to family and close friends, and if the rest of you are bent that I didn't provide you with a holiday gift, by all means, I'll forward you the youtube video that teaches you how to knit.

For you know what they say, "give a man a fish, he'll eat for a day.  Teach a man to fish, he eats for a lifetime."  The same applies to scarves, for reals.

Friday, December 16, 2011

Christmas Songs - The Remix.

Last night, I was finishing up (or okay maybe working through) my Christmas cards.  Shiloh was on the couch watching TV when I burst out with, "You better not pout, you better not cry, you better not holler; I'm telling you why!"

Shiloh scoffs at my rendition.  "Andrea, they DO NOT say holler."

"In the Andrea Remix version they do..."
"That is ridiculous, it's CRY"
"but I already said that!"
"Well, obviously you don't know your Christmas songs."

I do not have a way with lyrics.  I know parts of lots of songs, and the other parts I make up.  I come by it naturally though (Take me down to the bare-ass city - I'm looking at you Dedra).  I figure, as long as your singing who cares if you get it right.  We aren't auditioning for American Idol, right? 

You thought it was "dirty deeds and dunder chief" too?  Phew.

May your day be remixed!

Andrea

Thursday, December 15, 2011

Hanging up my apron.

It hasn't been an easy choice, but one that I needed to make.

After January, I will no longer be a Pampered Chef consultant.  I'm hangin' it up. 

In 2012, I am going to spend more time doing things I love and being with people I enjoy.  While I love to cook - I just didn't enjoy spending so much time away from home (especially since I travel so much with my real work, anyhow).  It was fun at the beginning, but I started to feel like people ran when they saw me coming (and no one wants to feel like that).

I'll still be able to hook you up in a pinch (I think I have a six month grace period), and if you are just dying to have a show - you have until the end of January (or you'll have to be on my super duper special list).

*big breath* Ah, I feel so much better having announced this.  Now, I can focus on running, knitting, watching whodunits, and maybe the occasional road trip with Shiloh (Jesus, help me).

May your day be filled with relief.

Andrea

Wednesday, December 14, 2011

This is my excuse!

I know that people say, "no excuses."  BUT - sometimes, sometimes they are legit.

I have many friends that want me to join them at their favorite exercise class: zumba, kickboxing, step class, hip hop aerobics, and yoga.  Here's the thing.  I know my limitations (we all have them).  I cannot follow directions in a class.  I get all jumbled up, when people are on their left I'm on my right, when they zig I zag, when they're up I'm down (if you had PE with me as a child you may remember my awesome abilities) - It really isn't pretty.  My brain short circuits - so I sit out. (or rather, run my buns off).

Need a visual.  Please, watch the video below.  I find it hilarious, because THAT, my friends, is me... in ANY sort of exercise class.


May your day be filled with grace and elegance that I don't have,

Andrea

Tuesday, December 13, 2011

Things Shiloh LOVES - or - the hazards of living with Andrea.

Shhhhh, I am not supposed to blog about Shiloh.  However, he doens't know *how* to find my blog and I am thinking this will be our little secret.

Let me start off by saying "he started it."  Everytime I am in the kitchen making a fuss, Shiloh sneaks around the corner and scares me.  I hear him about 80% of the time, so I can just calmly turn around and say, "nice try Mr. Walkswithaheavyfoot".  The other times he gets me, and not too long ago he got me pretty good.  Since I was all nice and sore from running 26.2 miles - getting scared really felt good.  Have sore muscles?!? I know the trick, let's give them a huge shot of adrenaline and squeeze the everloving life out of them.  They love it.  It feels awesome.

So, I told Shiloh that it was ON!!  I told him that he was never going to be able to relax again.  We both know that I am lighter on my feet, and that he is more vulnerable than I am.  So, you got me this time Shiloh, but I will *own* you in this game!!!

It's Sunday morning.  Shiloh is in the bathroom.  Andrea spots the door closure from miles away (really only a couple feet).  Andrea sneaks quitely to the door.  With all her might she pounds furiously on the closed door, and runs away.  As I am giggling in a far off corner I can hear *god damnit* from the bathroom.  Hilarious. 

Later I got a "was that really necessary".  It was, oh, it sooooo was.

It is on my friends, and this, this is only the beginning.

Monday, December 12, 2011

The Trials of Getting Home.

After six days in Vegas - I was pretty ready to come home.  I think any time after four days in that place takes a few years off the end of your life. (However, I was able to stay at the new Cosmopolitan, and it was fancy!)

So, Katie and I get to the airport early - with lots of time to spare (hooray OCD you saved me this time).  I go to check in, and the computer thingy can't find my reservation.  That is pretty normal - so I head to talk to the lady at the desk.  I give her all my information, and she begins typing away.  I think I hear her mutter, "well, this isn't good." 

She gives me the news.  The idiot gate agent in Spokane, while trying to upgrade my seat from Seattle to Las Vegas (six whole days ago) - decided to go ahead and cancel the Las Vegas to Seattle portion of my trip.  Awesome.  Sooooo appreciated that, in fact, I wish I could thank her in person with a punch to the face.  Did I mention the flight was SOLD OUT?!?!  She couldn't get me a seat, but she could get me a first class seat on the 6:00 pm flight - we were there at 9:00 am.  At this point I am very very close to meltdown mode.

I am told that I will be put on standby, and I should plead my case to the gate agent.  Katie and I make our way to the depths of the airport.  Both a little shocked that something like this could even happen.  How could someone cancel my flight without A. telling me B. my permission C. knowing???  *shakes fist*.

As I am sitting next to the gate, on the phone with Alaska Air - I hear the gate agent tell another gentleman that the flight is almost checked in full, and there is probably no way *ANYONE* will be getting on.  I think tears start to form, and I am pretty sure my heart sank into the pit of my stomach.

After raising a ruckus, offset by a little begging and pleading, I finally get a seat on the plane.  Good news, I get to sit next to Katie.  Bad news, it's a middle seat and the man I am initially next to is a giant.  He eventually figures out that he is in the wrong seat, and a Canadian with his half marathon medal around his neck takes his place.

Did I mention I left my headphones in my checked bag??  Longest. Flight. Ever.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Viva Las Vegas!!!

I didn't really give up on blogging so much as it just got moved to the back burner.  However, I am back!! ... and please excuse the grammar.

Now, let's talk about Vegas and of course the Marathon. 

I cannot believe that it has only been a week since my adventure.  I, of course, can still physically feel the effects.  I really didn't think it would take this long.  I kinda expected to be normal in a couple days.  Coach says it takes a day for every mile you race; I'm hoping to be done with this crud in a couple more days. 

So, on to the starting line.  I was nervous, terrified, excited, worried, and most of all I had to pee - like, eight times.  Once we started, though - I was able to just zone out (except for running next to Elvis - that was weird.)  I didn't have my head phones in, and the roar of the crowd was so very inspiring.  I knew that I had to take it slow, no need to rush off the line only to crash later.  So, I held back and fell into my groove. 

The first half of the race was wonderful.  It all just clicked along.  At one point, I saw the leader doubling back - that is a sight to behold.  It was animalistic and graceful at the same time.  I am fairly certain his feet didn't touch the ground.

The second half of the race is where the action began.  You see, there were 6,000 full marathoners and 38,000 half marathoners.  Word is, there was trouble with the start of the half and everyone got bunched up.  Once the full joined the half - I wanted to hurt someone.  You see, the halfers were supposed to stay on the right and the fulls on the left, but that would have been too easy.  So, everyone was everywhere.  I had to duck and weave, and jump on and off the sidewalks, and stop and start.  People would cut you off only to start walking a couple feet later.  I saw one lady get pushed to the ground... it was ugly.  My legs began to turn to jello around mile 22 - not because I wasn't ready for this, but I wasn't ready to tackle the stopping and starting (oh, and the jumping.)  If you run, you know, that in long distances if you lose your pace and rhythm, it's not coming back.

Not only did we have people who had a little trouble understanding the "rules" - the water stops were dry from mile 19-26, not good.  Okay, okay - not 100% dry - I was able to scoop my own water out of a trash can that had about 3 inches of water left in it, and countless cooties.  I have heard over the last few days that several people were sick from "tainted water" - I can't even imagine.

If you were following me, and wondered how I went from a 9:30 steady pace to finishing in 4:24:36 (which is still pretty damn good in my book) it is because of all the challenges.  I do feel that I am pretty ready for anything running can throw at me, now.  I got all the adventures out in my first marathon.  Once I crossed the finish line - I was a mess.  All tears.  I was so happy to see Katie JG at the end of the race - I needed that big hug.  My first words, through tears, "that was horrible, I want to do it again!!"

I can't tell you how much all your cheers, texts, FB posts, and calls meant to me.  I basically have the most wonderful group of friends and family anyone could ever ask for.  Plus, the finishers medal was pink and sparkly (it was like they designed it for me!!)

My body is tired, my feet will never be the same, the shoes will be retired, and my pictures have been lost.  Running has gotten into my blood, and will forever be part of who I am and how I define myself.  Now, on to the next race...  maybe another full in May?? 

VIVA LAS VEGAS!!!!