Monthly Archives: October 2013

Dear Andrew Luck…

Let me start with a confession, just to make sure you know I’m being honest: My favorite team is not the Colts. (gasp, I know!) I grew up a 49ers fan and they’ll always be my #1 team. But I’m a huge Colts fan and have been a season ticket holder for 13 years now.

Okay, now I feel like I can let the rest of this out.

I’ve never really been a Peyton Manning fan. (again, gasp!) Most people who know me or who have ever watched football with me know this. It’s been a bit contentious even at times with my lack of love for him. My one friend, she loved him so much that for her birthday 14 years ago, someone got her a Peyton birthday cake. I never understood it.

I don’t know what it is. I respect the man greatly. I know he’s a great football player. I know he did some really great things for the city of Indianapolis. I know, I know, I know. But there’s just that something, that something that never clicked between me and Peyton. I never felt an emotional connection with him (like my friend Angie). Maybe it was because he cheated on me a lot. He threw a lot of passes to the other team in clutch times and this hurt. And he never told me that he had major surgery right before the season that would render him useless for the ENTIRE season.

But it’s ok. I’m over it and I’m not holding a grudge. Because we broke up (it was mutual) and since he’s gone, I don’t have any connection to him anymore except for seeing his name on a hospital when I drive the north side.

And I’ll tell you Andrew, I don’t think about Peyton or what we might have had if he had stayed. I’m really excited about what you’ve done for the Colts and how you’ll contribute in the future. A future career with the Colts that I hope is just as long as Peyton’s.

As for Sunday’s game, I’ll be there in the stands. I’ll be there during the tribute to Peyton too. I’ll clap and respect what he did for the Colts and Indianapolis just like I’ve done for all the other tributes for returning players in the past.

But the whole time I’ll remember that he’s no longer a Colt. That he’s playing for the opposing team. That I want the Colts to beat them into the ground and win another great game. Wouldn’t it be so great to see Rob nail him to the ground and for Antoine get a pick six?! And then Peyton would smack his hands together, give us “that face” and shake his head like he always does? (Back when he was a Colt, I couldn’t stand this from him. But how awesome would it be to be on the other side?!?! It makes me giddy, I’m not gonna lie.)

I can’t imagine the weight on your shoulders right now. But please know, YOU ARE NOT A REBOUND. You are the real deal. You, YOU, are the leader of the Colts now. And you are worthy. And you have proved yourself to me in your short time here.

Now prove it to Peyton.

And even more so, prove it to all those Colts “fans” who will be at the game in their Manning jerseys cheering against their home team JUST BECAUSE Peyton’s in the house.

I can’t wait for Sunday’s game. I think it’s going to be a great match-up. I’d be lying if I told you I didn’t care if we win. I do care. I really want to win. I really want to win every game. (Oh, except for that one against the 49ers, but let’s not go there.) And honestly, I really want to beat Peyton.

So let’s do this. Let’s pull the defense together and lead the offense to a W.

Sincerely,

Katie

P.S. I found this picture from when Indy hosted the Super Bowl. I was looking for a pic of me in Colts gear, but I found THIS instead! Look! It’s me in a 49er #12 jersey! It’s like you and me were meant to be!#12 49ers jersey

 

P.P.S. Want to play Bananagrams with me?

 

Dear Facebook commenter…

Sometimes I just want to complain. I just want to make a simple statement about how hard today has been because sometimes it just helps me to say it out loud and for it to be acknowledged. And when the only people I have to tell that I’m frustrated with how the day is going and that the house is a mess are my kids, their eyes gloss over and they aren’t very sympathetic.

So when I make such a statement on Facebook, it’s really just THAT. A statement. And it isn’t really asking for you to tell me the following things:

  • It’s a privilege to be a mom.
  • I have four amazing and beautiful kids.
  • Caring for those amazing kids is such a blessing and a job in and of itself.
  • A messy house is just a messy house.
  • Being present with my kids is very important.
  • It’s just a stage of life.
  • I’ll miss this time of my life when I’m older and when my kids are older.

Because you know what? I ALREADY KNOW ALL OF THAT. 

I know that I am seriously blessed with four kids that are healthy and thriving and alive. I know this. I know this because I have witnessed several friends struggle with infertility and lose babies and children all too early in their little lives. Please know that I do not take that lightly and I thank God every single day for my kids.

I know that a messy house is just that. That it really is not that important. But let me tell you that when my house is clean(er), my whole attitude is better and I’m a much better mom and wife. And it enables me to be more present with my kids.

And let me tell you, I sure as hell know that this is a crappy stage of life where things are really hard and will get better as my kids get older. And I know that I’ll look back and miss these “sweet” days where my kids need me and want me and love me so much.

But guess what? SOMETIMES IT STILL SUCKS.

And sometimes I just want to say that out loud.

I know that you are just trying to help and be positive and make me feel better. But honestly, it makes me really irritated with you because it’s like you aren’t validating that my feelings are real and legit.

So when I write on Facebook that my day sucks, comment with “Ugh. Sorry today sucks. Let’s get a drink after the kids go to bed.” Or “Yeah, mine too.” Or “Aren’t days like this just the worst?”

Because most of the time, those are more helpful to my psyche than reminding me how awesome my life is. BECAUSE I ALREADY KNOW THAT. 

 

 

Meet Dairy Farmer Sam Schwoeppe

It’s not often that I get emails that include “…but then I am going to breed a cow for someone.”

This is what I read from Sam when we were trying to connect this week. It was so unexpected that I laughed out loud and then read it to Adam.

There’s something about being a farmer that I find so intriguing. While I love living in the city, a part of me yearns to live out in the country, with acres and acres of land filled with animals and a life that revolves around providing for those animals and inherently then providing for the people of my community. Where part of my day is breeding a cow!? I mean how crazy and different from what I do here on my double lot and my downtown office in the city…Sam's farm

I want to share some things about Sam and her dairy farm with you – because the more I get to know the people in my community that provide for me and my family, the more I want you to know them too. And I think it’s vitally important to learn about how Indiana farmers intertwine with my urban community. Plus, meeting farmers and making farmers more personal to me makes me want to support my local farming community even more and I hope it does the same for you.

So here are some random things about Sam and her dairy farm that I think are fun:

  • She has 89 active milking cows, 22 dry cows (that will be dry for about 2 months at a time) and about 90 heifers (which are young cows that haven’t had a first calf yet). That’s over 200 cows!
  • They name each and every one of those cows. (The girls thought it was crazy that they didn’t have any cows named Alaina, Cameran, Lucas or Isaac.)
  • In addition to the cows, they also have a pony, a horse, three dogs and over 30 cats.
  • Sam grew up on a dairy farm, but her dad didn’t want her to be a dairy farmer.
  • She just started going back to school. Her first class was a photography class and she wants to study writing (English or journalism or something similar).
  • Sam met her husband at a dairy convention. They have two sons. She says of the photo below: “Me and my boys Wyatt in white and Ethan in black. Milk does a body good right? They are each members of the 1000 pound club at school. Milk builds strong bones and muscles.”Sam and her sons
  • Sam was a milk tester for 10 years. What’s a milk tester, you ask? Sam tells me it’s basically “cow accounting” by auditing milk weight – testing samples for butter fat and somatic cells and other things. This info is kept by cow to track a cow’s milk production and lifetime events. It’s not required by any agency, but it used as a management tool for dairy farmers. By using tools such as this, dairy farmers can track herds over a hundred years back to see pedigree. It’s like Ancestry.com for cows.
  • Each cow has a registration number, similar to a social security number, that is tied to their farmer/herd.
  • Sam compares cows to toddlers: “Milking cows is like taking care of a whole herd of 2 year olds. They aren’t potty trained, they can’t serve themselves their own food, they can’t tell you where they hurt, and they are always curious about things. … Cows are also like kids in the fact if they know you have something planned, they will somehow inadvertently stop you. They get sick, have babies, break the fence….all at inconvenient times. Last weekend I missed the wedding of the century around here with a long rainy day and 2 sick cows.” Sounds familiar.
  • Sam’s dairy farm is participating in the national 2013 Show Your Pride dairy farmer photo contest. This contest engages farmers in the Fuel Up to Play 60 program. The goal of the contest is to have dairy farmers show their enthusiasm for the Fuel Up to Play 60 program and their partnership with the NFL. The winner gets a visit to their dairy farm from an NFL player. You can vote daily here (click on the Colts themed picture). Voting ends on Oct. 18 at 11:59 p.m. EST.
  • You can follow Sam on Instagram – she’s IndyMilkMaid.

I’m trying to convince Sam to run a 5k with me. Think she’ll bring me fresh chocolate milk from her cows to refuel with? 🙂

 

Indiana Dairy Ambassador

 

Disclosure: As an Indiana Dairy Ambassador, I was sponsored for this post. Though, as always, all thoughts and opinions are completely mine.

As sweet as pie

Tomorrow marks the beginning of a week-long Fall Break for my girls. It also marks the beginning of a week-long battle of trying to have a fun and cheap week at home since we’re not vacationing during the break.

The first thing we’re doing is going back to Anderson Orchard. I enjoyed our last trip so much that I have been itching to go back. Partially because I am yearning to escape to the scenery and rows upon endless rows to get lost in…Anderson Orchard

And especially because our 10 pounds of apples are almost gone and they are seriously the BEST apples I’ve ever had. There’s just something about eating produce that is so fresh and *just* picked. And they’re cheaper than the grocery store – I always assumed they were more expensive, which was one reason we never picked them at the orchard all these years.

Since we bought 10 pounds of apples on our last trip, I decided I wanted to make a pie. My very first pie. EVER. So I enlisted a little bit of help from a crazy little boy with bed head.The help

 

And we sliced and peeled our apples, poured the filling into the pie crust and topped with pats of butter as I remember watching my mom do.Assembled pie

 

Then we finished assembling the pie, complete with a “40” for my friend’s birthday celebration at our community group that evening.Pre-bake

 

Now to cook. This was the part I was most nervous about, because no one cares that you can assemble a pie. They care if you can COOK an EDIBLE pie. And I was even more nervous because when I went to get the foil to cover the edges of the pie crust, I remembered we had just run out.

The finished product?Finished product

 

Not bad for my first, huh?! It was really MUCH easier than I had imagined it would be. The edges did get too brown because of not being covered with foil, but they didn’t taste burnt. And the pie was really good. So good that I didn’t have a single piece left over to bring home from group to share with the kids. Another reason we’re going back to the orchard. 🙂

I still can’t believe it took me this long to pick apples from a local orchard. And even longer to bake my first pie! Both are almost embarrassing. But now I know. And we’ll be lifelong orchard goers and apple pickers from now on.

Apple Pie

Ingredients

  • 2 pie crusts
  • 7 cups peeled & sliced apples
  • 1 cup sugar
  • 3 tbsp cornstarch
  • 1 tsp cinnamon
  • 1/4 tsp nutmeg
  • 1/8 tsp salt
  • 1 to 2 tbsp butter

Instructions

  1. Preheat oven to 425*.
  2. Press one pie crust into pie plate making sure to press evenly around the entire plate.
  3. Combine sugar, cornstarch, cinnamon, nutmeg and salt in a small bowl.
  4. Place apples in a large bowl and sprinkle sugar mixture over the apples. Toss to coat.
  5. Pour mixture into pie crust.
  6. Evenly place pats of butter on top of apples.
  7. Place second pie crust over filling, sealing edges with your fingers.
  8. With a sharp knife, cut off the excess pie crust by running the knife around the outside edge of the pie plate.
  9. Cut small slits in the top of the pie crust.
  10. Cover the edges of the pie crust with foil.
  11. Bake at 425* for 40-50 minutes or until golden brown.
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I have a feeling we’ll come home with even more apples tomorrow because I’m taking this guide to know what each ripe apple should look like and which ones are in peak season.

Have an apple recipe you want to share with me? I have these, but I’d LOVE some more. Applesauce or crisp maybe? Or maybe an apple bread or muffins? Please share them with me with a link in the comment section below or by emailing them to me. It’ll give me something to do this week while we’re home and all our friends are at Disney. 🙂

 

IFOF Table Talk ContributorI am thankful to be working with Indiana’s Family of Farmers as a Table Talk Contributor. This is a sponsored post, though as always, all thoughts and opinions are totally mine, mine, mine. (As Lucas would say.)

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Children’s Museum Haunted House preview and giveaway!

We start looking forward to the Children’s Museum’s haunted house each June when we enroll in the library’s summer reading program. One of our must-purchase items with our earned points? Haunted House tickets. We love it SO. MUCH. And this year’s haunted house opens TOMORROW (October 10th)!!

Did you know that our museum has the nation’s oldest continually-operated haunted house? And this year marks the 50th anniversary.50 years of fear

 

This year you can step into a time machine and literally disappear into Halloweens of years past in Time Warp: 50 Years of Fear.Time machine entrance

It takes you through 50 years of pop culture through a creepy, three-dimensional lens.

3D glasses

Here’s a quick summary of the rooms you’ll creep through:

  • 1964 : Upside Down Room
  • 1968 : Moon Room (where lava comes up off the floor in my favorite 3D room)Lava
  • 1970’s : Haunted Hangout, a retro basement party
  • 1977 : Star Wars Creepy Cantina (where Lucas will speak to you in his best Darth voice the whole time you’re in that room)Darth Vader
  • 1980’s : Gruesome Game Room and a life-size pinball machine
  • 1983 : Zombie Zone, a tribute to the iconic Thriller video (and just maybe you might catch a glimpse of Michael Jackson himself)
  • 1990’s : Wicked World Web, featuring a six-foot spider in 3D
  • 1999/2000 : Y-2 Kaos
  • Future : complete with flying carsFuture

It’s a definite must-see. I think all ages will enjoy this year’s theme. And all ages are being catered to this year as well. In addition to the normal Lights-on Hours and Frightening Hours, they’ve added Friday night Xtreme Scream! hours that offer the ultimate mind/body, fright experience in a psychological thriller sort of way.

The museum also has two other Halloween-inspired events you should visit – the Bat Encounter (Oct. 17, 18 & 19 at various times) where you can observe a variety of live bats from around the world and the Hollywood Haunts exhibit where you can witness monster movie magic up-close from some of Hollywood’s most popular sci-fi, horror and adventure movies. (Both are included in the cost of museum admission by the way.)

For more information on hours and tickets, visit http://www.childrensmuseum.org/hauntedhouse.

Want to win a family four-pack of tickets for Haunted House admission? The Children’s Museum has given me four Haunted House admissions to give away to one lucky reader! All you have to do is leave a comment telling me what one haunted room you’re most looking forward to visiting.

Want to increase your chances of winning? You can earn up to 2 more entries by:

  1. Sharing this post on Facebook. Come back to this post and leave another comment telling me you did so with a link to your personal Facebook page.
  2. Following me on Twitter (@katieunscripted) and tweeting about this giveaway. Something like this: “Enter to win 4 admissions to Time Warp: 50 Years of Fear Haunted House @TCMIndy from @katieunscripted. http://wp.me/p2QiXQ-hz”. Again, come back and leave another comment telling me that you tweeted with a link to the tweet.

Details: The contest is open through Sunday, October 13th. The winner will be chosen and contacted via email on Monday, October 14th (so please make sure your email address is included in at least one of your comments below so I can reach you). The winner will have 24 hours to reply or another winner will be chosen. No exceptions.

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Thanks to The Children’s Museum for hosting me and the boys for a great preview of the Haunted House. We can’t wait to take the girls to be scared again!

Social Runner

I’ve coined a new term : Social Runner.

You know, like social drinker or social smoker? One who does an activity while in social settings. Well I’ve decided I’m a social runner. Except not really.

So maybe this “social runner” term isn’t quite perfect, but let me try to explain.

On Saturday, I ran my second 5k in six weeks. My results of the first race weren’t exactly what I wanted, but I really enjoyed the race. I had fun. I went with a friend and though we didn’t run together after the first 50 steps, I ended the race with Adam and the kids cheering me on for the last 50 steps. And then they came running to me and I reconnected with my friend to catch up on how the race went and then me and the family talked to some other people we knew there and then we all went home and drank chocolate milk. And I lived happily ever after.

Until the Thursday before this last race. See, Adam left Thursday afternoon to do a mega race which left me at home with the kids until late Saturday night. So the days leading up to Saturday’s race were anything but restful. Now I know, it’s not like I need to prepare a ton for a 5k, but being on call 100% of the time with four kids is tiring. Especially when the 5 month old wakes up Friday night and then doesn’t go back to sleep until nearly 1am and then the 2 year old climbs in bed with you at 5:30am and then the 5 month old gets up at 7:15am. Less than 6 hours of sleep the night before a race isn’t the best plan.

Oh, and rollerskating with your girlfriends for two hours the night before probably isn’t the smartest idea either…

So by Saturday afternoon, because my race wasn’t until 4pm, I was pretty tired physically and was emotionally spent from dealing with the kids by myself for three days. And so I drive the long drive down to Mallow Run Winery for the race alone (because the friends I had planned on running with decided not to run) praying the rain that had been pouring down the whole day would hold off for just a few hours for some race and post-race fun. Here’s me trying to get hyped up for the race while sitting in traffic for 20 minutes a half mile from the winery.Pre race

 

Pretty hyped, huh?

So I get to the race and look for some other friends I know are planning on running and can’t find any of them, so I just get in line and wait. Alone.

And then I run. Alone.

Which is really okay, I actually like that part about running. Being alone, listening to my music, trying to concentrate on my pace. But I had basically been alone (with the exception of my kids and a few hours the night before) for three days and then being alone started turning into being lonely.

**Insert run info: it was actually NOT raining! Yay! But the first mile was almost entirely up-hill and then the remaining 2 miles weren’t flat by any means, so it really took more out of me than I expected. And just as with the last race, at about 1.75 miles my knee started really bothering me, enough that I was limping so I walked for a couple minutes. And then about 1/4 mile farther it started up again, so I walked another couple minutes. And then about 1/4 mile from the end, I started getting really nauseous so I walked for about one minute and then forced myself to run the rest. At this point I ended up basically yelling at some guy who kept running past me and then walking and every time he started walking I wanted to start walking too, so I told him he couldn’t keep stopping like that right in front of me and that he should run the rest of the way with me so that I wouldn’t stop either. (I could tell he needed something to get him to the finish line and I needed it too.) I ended up running a 38:41 which is totally sucky, but I ran it 4 minutes faster than last year so that’s got to count for something, right?**

So I finish the race and what do they have at the finish line? Chocolate milk!! So I’m excited about that and then I’m all “I can’t wait to find some friends to hang out with for a little bit and have a glass of wine after my chocolate milk” and I wander around drinking my chocolate milk for what seems like forever searching for friends and I find none. Not one.

And all of a sudden I realize this is no fun. I was disappointed in myself because I didn’t run the whole race and I was sitting at the winery with 3,000 other people drinking a glass of wine by myself. I mean really, I must have looked so pitiful.

And then it started to rain. Like let-loose rain. So I run to my car, finish my wine (alone in my car!) and take a post-race picture.post race

 

See what a little chocolate milk and wine will do to this girl?

I’ve been thinking for days now about the race. People inquiring how it went, how I felt, was it fun… And that’s when I decided I’m a social runner. See, the first race I race about the same race as the second, but it felt SO MUCH BETTER because the SITUATION was so much better for me. The first race started fun and ended fun and I ran a race in between. The second race started poorly and ended poorly and I ran a race in between. The only difference was that I wasn’t alone for the first race.

I know that running is healthy for me. I feel great physically and emotionally when I run. It’s a good thing, even though I only run a couple miles each time. And when I run, I need it to be healthy and good. So I’m not going to run any more races alone. I’m going to take you all with me. I’m going to be a social runner and start and end fun races with friends, even though I may run alone in between.

And I’m okay with that. At least I’ll be running.

 

Refuel Runner AmbassadorDisclosure: This is a sponsored post. I am working with Indiana Dairy and their Refuel Runner Ambassador Program. I’m super excited to be part of the program and to share with you my opinions and experiences. Of course, those opinions and experiences are all my own. Now go refuel with chocolate milk.

 

On coming (not) clean and being intentional.

Sometimes I feel like it’s all coming together and I’m starting to get some type of groove going.

And then sometimes there are weeks like this week.

Where this is what my kitchen looks like… partly because I’m in that “you do your job and then I can do mine” crappy state…Dish Mountain

And this is what my family room looks like… fully because I have a toddler boy who likes to make a huge mess and not clean up after himself until forced to…Land mine

Today, I sent Cami to an after school art program that actually started Tuesday. Not today. I realized it 30 minutes after school got out.

What I’ve realized since 3:30 this afternoon on my drive back to school to get Cami, is that I’ve got to become more intentional about getting my daily life in order. I really do thrive on order. While I don’t normally have a clean, put-together home, I feel a HUGE sense of release when it is. And when I’m on it, when I’ve got the kitchen clean and my kids are at school and at home at the correct times, I’m a better person, a better mom, a better everything.

And right now my life is anything but in order. I’m pretty sure I sound like a broken record. Bear with me.

So I’ve decided to become intentional. I really like the word “intentional.” It’s positive and affirming and purposeful and fruit-bearing. Those are all adjectives I’d like to describe me.

If I’m not intentional, my house looks like the pics above and I sit on the couch and accomplish nothing. Like not running or taking care of my body or mind. Which I’m sure is a huge reason I’m so tired and not losing the last 5 baby pounds (or the 20 pounds I needed to lose BEFORE I got pregnant) and generally feeling like crud. I’m sure it’s why I’m coming down with a cold. If I was taking care of my body by feeding it healthy food and exercising, running like I’ve committed to do, I’d feel so much better. I know I would.

So here is me recommitting. I’m running a 5k Saturday afternoon – Wine at the Line at Mallow Run Winery. The weather’s supposed to be crappy and my cold is bound to be worse by Saturday, but I’m committed to running the whole thing. And while I’m not prepared (though drank a whole gallon of chocolate milk while not running over the last 2 weeks) I’m confident I’ll beat my time from last year when I ran the same race and I’m hopeful my renewed commitment to my physical (and mental) health will push me through the finish line in 35 minutes.

Plus, I have super cute new shoes.New shoes

That’s got to help, right?

 

Refuel Runner AmbassadorDisclosure: This is a sponsored post. I am working with Indiana Dairy and their Refuel Runner Ambassador Program. I’m super excited to be part of the program and to share with you my opinions and experiences. Of course, those opinions and experiences are all my own. Now go refuel with chocolate milk.