Wednesday, October 31, 2012
Tuesday, October 30, 2012
Text to Sam
Me: You okay? I've read it is really bad. Hoboken is flooded and North Bergen had windows blown out.
12:12am
Me: When u can, please text me. Just want to know u are safe. I don't care about the time. I love you.
1:04am
Sam: We're all okay.
1:43am
Me. Ok. Thank you. Still in the basement?
Sam: We're fine. Still have power :)
11:07am
12:12am
Me: When u can, please text me. Just want to know u are safe. I don't care about the time. I love you.
1:04am
Sam: We're all okay.
1:43am
Me. Ok. Thank you. Still in the basement?
Sam: We're fine. Still have power :)
11:07am
Monday, October 29, 2012
Texts from Sam
Sam: So far, so good. Just some really strong winds that come and go.
1:46pm
Sam: We're bunkered in the basement. Still have power.
8:08pm
Me: OMG. That bad? Rain? Wind?
Sam: No. I have to play into their panic and insanity. We don't need to be here but "just to be safe".
8:45pm
Me: Ok. Please keep me updated. Stay safe. I love you.
Sam: I will. I love you. I've already talked to grandma Susan.
8:48pm
Me: Keep in touch as much as you can and no matter the time.
Sam: Will do. Tell Cade I love him
Me: I talked with him. He's thinking of you too.
Sam: :) love you all
9:06pm
1:46pm
Sam: We're bunkered in the basement. Still have power.
8:08pm
Me: OMG. That bad? Rain? Wind?
Sam: No. I have to play into their panic and insanity. We don't need to be here but "just to be safe".
8:45pm
Me: Ok. Please keep me updated. Stay safe. I love you.
Sam: I will. I love you. I've already talked to grandma Susan.
8:48pm
Me: Keep in touch as much as you can and no matter the time.
Sam: Will do. Tell Cade I love him
Me: I talked with him. He's thinking of you too.
Sam: :) love you all
9:06pm
Saturday, October 27, 2012
This Week's Recap
Monday night was our first rehearsal for the revival of the revival of "Sordid Lives." I can't tell you how great it was being reunited with this cast. Hugs abounded and we welcomed the 5 new castmates with the same excited fervor.
We sat as Jamie handed out scripts to folks. Many of us had our scripts from the first go-round. Jamie announced we'd begin with blocking Chapter 4 for the newbies. For the rest of us it was just a refresher. As I stood up from my seat a white hot stab of pain shot across my lower back. I cried out though no one heard me over the din. I fell back into the seat and was momentarily stunned. I've had back pain before, but nothing like what just happened. I dug into my purse, grabbed some ibuprofen and quickly swallowed them. I walked gingerly to the stage and could feel my body automatically adjusting to a pain free posture. It wasn't easy.
Luckily rehearsal wasn't long. Jamie only wanted to work on blocking. Somehow I drove home and made it up the stairs. I immediately took some Voltaren, which I had left over from another back issue in May. I made it into bed and had a very sleepless night.
Tuesday morning I had to get Cade ready for school. As soon as I shifted to get out of bed I knew I was in some serious trouble. The pain was enormous. Through gritted teeth and a very strong 4-letter word, I made it as far as my bedroom door. From that point I could either crawl up to Cade's bedroom or yell for him. I chose to yell. Commander bounded down first ready for action and Cade sleepily followed. Through tears of pain and failure I told Cade he'd have to get ready for school by himself. I hobbled back to bed and succumbed to more tears.
I called into work and then called my doctor. There was an early appointment available but I requested the 3pm slot hoping I'd be better able to make it. Unfortunately I had to cancel that appointment. Allan practically had to carry me to the bathroom. I couldn't even walk for the pain and the humiliation brought me to tears again. The doctor did return my call and advised me to keep taking the Voltaren and Tylenol, which I did. My co-worker called, from my manager's office. I think my manager assumed I was faking. After a brief conversation she understood that it was serious enough that I cancelled my appointment because I couldn't even walk! She told me I'd probably need an MRI. My co-worker suggested I change my "I-just-got-up-out-of-a-chair" story to something more exciting. He suggested a pole dancing story. Riiiiiight! I emailed Jamie to let him know I wouldn't be at rehearsal. I slept a bit better that night, but far from a full night's sleep.
Wednesday morning Cade woke up to his alarm, which Allan had prepared the night before. He got dressed and made it to the bus. I phoned work and then phoned the doctor's office. I knew I had to see the doctor. Fortunately the Voltaren had helped some. While I was still in a great deal of pain, it wasn't preventing me from actually walking.
I saw Dr. Burnie Little who, after pressing along my back and lifting my legs, said it was most likely a bulging disk. He said an x-ray wouldn't help, it would show up on an MRI, but the treatment would be the same whether I had an MRI or not. I decided to forgo the MRI (Truthfully, I couldn't stand the thought of going somewhere else and waiting for the MRI. I just wanted to go home to bed.) He prescribed Prednisone and Vicodin. I made jokes about always wanting a deeper voice, hairy chest, and Herculean strength. He also wrote me out of work for an entire week and told me I needed to stay, flat, in bed. For the rest of the day and night I was only too happy to oblige.
Thursday Cade again got up to his alarm. I kissed him goodbye and then took my steroids. I'd had a very good night's sleep and my back was feeling much better than it had since Monday night. I emailed my manager and co-workers and broke the news that the doctor had written me out until November 1. I told them I was really hoping to be back to work on Monday. As nice as it sounds to lay around in bed all day, it really isn't. My manager responded that I needed to take the week and I needed to stay flat in bed.
Since my back really was feeling better and the pain was much less I did move around a little bit more. I thought the exercise might be good. And if I'd had pain caused by tightened muscles that theory would have been a sound one. Friday came and my back hurt like it did earlier in the week. My prescription for the Vicodin said to take 1-2 pills every 6 hours for pain. Up to then I had only taken one, because I didn't want to develop a dependency. (Hello? That's how my Skittles addiction was formed!) I hurt enough that I did take two, and whoo hoo! Back pain, what? Yep, Mommy's high. I spent most of the day falling in and out of sleep. At least I was flat on my back, just like the doctor ordered.
So, today is Saturday, day 3 of steroids, and my back still hurts like hell. I'm determined to keep to bed and have considered moving to the floor. I've only had one Vicodin, which is not really touching the pain. I've read several books since I've the time to read them. I think I'm actually tired of reading! I am watching "One Tree Hill" on Netflix via my Kindle Fire HD, as well as keeping up with Pinterest and emails. My opponents are beating the socks off me on Song Pop. (I blame the Vicodin.) I'm irritable, and upset because Cade is bored out of his mind and there isn't anything I can do.
We sat as Jamie handed out scripts to folks. Many of us had our scripts from the first go-round. Jamie announced we'd begin with blocking Chapter 4 for the newbies. For the rest of us it was just a refresher. As I stood up from my seat a white hot stab of pain shot across my lower back. I cried out though no one heard me over the din. I fell back into the seat and was momentarily stunned. I've had back pain before, but nothing like what just happened. I dug into my purse, grabbed some ibuprofen and quickly swallowed them. I walked gingerly to the stage and could feel my body automatically adjusting to a pain free posture. It wasn't easy.
Luckily rehearsal wasn't long. Jamie only wanted to work on blocking. Somehow I drove home and made it up the stairs. I immediately took some Voltaren, which I had left over from another back issue in May. I made it into bed and had a very sleepless night.
Tuesday morning I had to get Cade ready for school. As soon as I shifted to get out of bed I knew I was in some serious trouble. The pain was enormous. Through gritted teeth and a very strong 4-letter word, I made it as far as my bedroom door. From that point I could either crawl up to Cade's bedroom or yell for him. I chose to yell. Commander bounded down first ready for action and Cade sleepily followed. Through tears of pain and failure I told Cade he'd have to get ready for school by himself. I hobbled back to bed and succumbed to more tears.
I called into work and then called my doctor. There was an early appointment available but I requested the 3pm slot hoping I'd be better able to make it. Unfortunately I had to cancel that appointment. Allan practically had to carry me to the bathroom. I couldn't even walk for the pain and the humiliation brought me to tears again. The doctor did return my call and advised me to keep taking the Voltaren and Tylenol, which I did. My co-worker called, from my manager's office. I think my manager assumed I was faking. After a brief conversation she understood that it was serious enough that I cancelled my appointment because I couldn't even walk! She told me I'd probably need an MRI. My co-worker suggested I change my "I-just-got-up-out-of-a-chair" story to something more exciting. He suggested a pole dancing story. Riiiiiight! I emailed Jamie to let him know I wouldn't be at rehearsal. I slept a bit better that night, but far from a full night's sleep.
Wednesday morning Cade woke up to his alarm, which Allan had prepared the night before. He got dressed and made it to the bus. I phoned work and then phoned the doctor's office. I knew I had to see the doctor. Fortunately the Voltaren had helped some. While I was still in a great deal of pain, it wasn't preventing me from actually walking.
I saw Dr. Burnie Little who, after pressing along my back and lifting my legs, said it was most likely a bulging disk. He said an x-ray wouldn't help, it would show up on an MRI, but the treatment would be the same whether I had an MRI or not. I decided to forgo the MRI (Truthfully, I couldn't stand the thought of going somewhere else and waiting for the MRI. I just wanted to go home to bed.) He prescribed Prednisone and Vicodin. I made jokes about always wanting a deeper voice, hairy chest, and Herculean strength. He also wrote me out of work for an entire week and told me I needed to stay, flat, in bed. For the rest of the day and night I was only too happy to oblige.
Thursday Cade again got up to his alarm. I kissed him goodbye and then took my steroids. I'd had a very good night's sleep and my back was feeling much better than it had since Monday night. I emailed my manager and co-workers and broke the news that the doctor had written me out until November 1. I told them I was really hoping to be back to work on Monday. As nice as it sounds to lay around in bed all day, it really isn't. My manager responded that I needed to take the week and I needed to stay flat in bed.
Since my back really was feeling better and the pain was much less I did move around a little bit more. I thought the exercise might be good. And if I'd had pain caused by tightened muscles that theory would have been a sound one. Friday came and my back hurt like it did earlier in the week. My prescription for the Vicodin said to take 1-2 pills every 6 hours for pain. Up to then I had only taken one, because I didn't want to develop a dependency. (Hello? That's how my Skittles addiction was formed!) I hurt enough that I did take two, and whoo hoo! Back pain, what? Yep, Mommy's high. I spent most of the day falling in and out of sleep. At least I was flat on my back, just like the doctor ordered.
So, today is Saturday, day 3 of steroids, and my back still hurts like hell. I'm determined to keep to bed and have considered moving to the floor. I've only had one Vicodin, which is not really touching the pain. I've read several books since I've the time to read them. I think I'm actually tired of reading! I am watching "One Tree Hill" on Netflix via my Kindle Fire HD, as well as keeping up with Pinterest and emails. My opponents are beating the socks off me on Song Pop. (I blame the Vicodin.) I'm irritable, and upset because Cade is bored out of his mind and there isn't anything I can do.
Sabika
Bridget introduced me to this Pittsburgh based, family owned jewelry company. Back in July, I purchased a Pacific Opal choker, and Golf earrings in Pacific Opal, Crystal and Jet Black. Each time I wore my Sabika I received compliments. The jewelry really is that pretty. So I was very excited to find a local consultant.
Brittani immediately mailed catalogs to me and with the Pink Party, I knew I wanted to order some stuff. What I didn't count on were my co-workers who also wanted to order some stuff. While I never had an actual "party" I did get enough sales to even get some free Sabika!
Here's what I can't wait to come in:
Brittani immediately mailed catalogs to me and with the Pink Party, I knew I wanted to order some stuff. What I didn't count on were my co-workers who also wanted to order some stuff. While I never had an actual "party" I did get enough sales to even get some free Sabika!
Here's what I can't wait to come in:
I do have a couple of brown outfits so I ordered the Latest Luxe Vienna earrings (c).
Since I already have the earrings, I ordered the Crystal Manhattan choker (a).
To match the Crystal Manhattan choker and Crystal Golf earrings, I ordered the Crystal Fun bracelet (e). Because of the sales from my "party" I got the the AB Fun bracelet (a) for free! I thought the AB Fun bracelet would go great with the Pink earrings, which, of course, I ordered.
Friday, October 26, 2012
An Email From Cade's Teacher
Sent: Fri, Oct 26, 2012 12:45 pm
Subject: good news
I cried reading this email, and then immediately printed it and put it up on the fridge. We've talked to Cade at great length about being a friend instead of a bully. Perhaps he's finally learning.
Subject: good news
Just wanted to share something good...
There is a boy in the class that is probably not Cade's first choice of friend. This boy has had a difficult time making friends. However, he thinks the world of Cade. Today, I saw Cade spend some recess time playing ball with him. Then, when making our presidential posters, the boy asked Cade if he could join their group. Although they were almost finished, Cade made him feel like he was definitely part of the group!
I did pull Cade aside and let him know that I appreciated how he responded to the other boy. I also told him that just these few minutes have meant so much to this other student.
It is moments like this that just warm my heart!
Susan
I cried reading this email, and then immediately printed it and put it up on the fridge. We've talked to Cade at great length about being a friend instead of a bully. Perhaps he's finally learning.
Monday, October 22, 2012
Friday, October 19, 2012
Wednesday, October 17, 2012
Something To Make Me Smile
I was having a very difficult weekend, attempting to understand, to accept and find my footing. A very dear, dear friend heard the struggle in my voice and showed up at my work to take me to dinner. We went to Five Guys and through bites of cheeseburger and a few tears I unloaded. He offered words of encouragement and after finishing an entire order of fries I felt so much better.But dinner wasn't all he had up his sleeve.
He also gifted me this little guy. You can't see from the picture, but his back unzips and inside were 3 packages of my beloved Skittles. And even though I am scared of spiders, I think this little spider is too cute.
Monday, October 15, 2012
Talbots? Really!
Jacob and Courtney are getting married on Saturday. I've known of this date and the fact that I'd need a dress for their 3pm wedding for several months. Over the past months I've visited Coldwater Creek, Kohl's, Christopher & Banks, Hamrick's, Dress Barn - the physical stores as well as their respective websites. Dresses were either too casual, too party, too summery, too sleeveless or too tight which made me too tired to keep looking.
Still, the clock kept ticking. With less than a week remaining, and only slighly panicky, I emailed Myla. She suggested Steinmart or Talbots.
Talbots? I'd always thought that was a store for the more mature, rich women. This late in the game I figured I'd pay whatever price to find a dress decent enough for the wedding. I headed to Thruway.
I went to Talbots first and wandered around feeling very out of place. I walked over to a rack containing several dresses. I pulled a sleeveless black dress off the rack and quickly found a dressing room. I put on the dress, turned around and in the mirror was a very classy, slender(!) looking me. I wasn't bothered by the fact the dress was sleeveless. And the pleated bodice does indeed make me look slimmer. I held my breathe as I found the price tag. $169.00 was marked through with red ink. $99.99. Score! While I declined saving 15% by opening a charge account, I did receive a 10% discount by becoming a rewards member.
Still, the clock kept ticking. With less than a week remaining, and only slighly panicky, I emailed Myla. She suggested Steinmart or Talbots.
Talbots? I'd always thought that was a store for the more mature, rich women. This late in the game I figured I'd pay whatever price to find a dress decent enough for the wedding. I headed to Thruway.
I went to Talbots first and wandered around feeling very out of place. I walked over to a rack containing several dresses. I pulled a sleeveless black dress off the rack and quickly found a dressing room. I put on the dress, turned around and in the mirror was a very classy, slender(!) looking me. I wasn't bothered by the fact the dress was sleeveless. And the pleated bodice does indeed make me look slimmer. I held my breathe as I found the price tag. $169.00 was marked through with red ink. $99.99. Score! While I declined saving 15% by opening a charge account, I did receive a 10% discount by becoming a rewards member.
So I got this lovely, fully lined, brushed-back wool dress for a mere $96.09. I can't wait to wear it!
Sunday, October 14, 2012
Wednesday, October 10, 2012
Date Night
When Allan works nights, Cade and I get to have what I affectionately call "Date Night". We usually do the same thing each date night. We start by having dinner at IHOP, then do some light and quick shopping. He doesn't mind going to Walmart or Staples as he can con me into getting him Matchbox cars or mechanical pencils.
Monday, October 08, 2012
Tuesday, October 02, 2012
Be Pink!
So when US Airways announced the Be Pink! campaign, I knew I could get away with it.
Jennipher Ross, from Hair Plus at Hanes Mall is absolutely fabulous. Yes, it's pink, but it does look professional. I love it!
Monday, October 01, 2012
Sabika
I absolutely love Sabika jewelry. I always get compliments when I wear their earrings or my Pacific Opal choker.
If you are interested in ordering let me know. I'm not a consultant, but your purchase could help my "party."
If you are interested in ordering let me know. I'm not a consultant, but your purchase could help my "party."
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