Motivation
Here are some of the images that I use for motivation. In case you can't tell from the photos I'm going for a more fit look, rather than an anorexic one.
Week 5 Update
May 9 - 16
So I missed writing last week as I was insanely busy and writing about my weight was the last thing on my mind.
I started two weeks ago at 144.2 and after bouncing around all week due to candy, fatty foods and not eating I was at 142.8 this morning. I got into my swimsuit with the kids on Monday and actually was surprised at how okay I was with my body. I think that I'm okay with my weight where it is, but I would like to tone, especially my abs. Plus there's the always problematic endeavor that if I lose more weight I have to buy new pants. This would be exciting, but I have the worst time trying to find pants that fit my voluptuous hips and are long enough for my legs.
I'm still trying to eat healthy though because I've noticed that I feel so much better and less bloatey especially. That's all for now. I will post before and current pictures soon!
I started two weeks ago at 144.2 and after bouncing around all week due to candy, fatty foods and not eating I was at 142.8 this morning. I got into my swimsuit with the kids on Monday and actually was surprised at how okay I was with my body. I think that I'm okay with my weight where it is, but I would like to tone, especially my abs. Plus there's the always problematic endeavor that if I lose more weight I have to buy new pants. This would be exciting, but I have the worst time trying to find pants that fit my voluptuous hips and are long enough for my legs.
I'm still trying to eat healthy though because I've noticed that I feel so much better and less bloatey especially. That's all for now. I will post before and current pictures soon!
Ron Rash: The Cove
Ron Rash is one of the most down to earth people I've ever met. He has a certain vulnerability to him, but I don't want you to misinterpret that for weakness. There is just such an honest quality to him.
There were 8 of us, not including Ron. We put our chairs in a semi-circle and it only kind-of brought flashbacks from school or a bad scene from a group therapy session. There were 5 old women, hair whitening into the grace of age; a couple probably in their thirties on the cusp of being granola types and me. Ron Rash and 200 years worth of his ancestors grew up in the Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina. He is now 4 weeks into a 6 week tour which began in Australia and New zealand.
The bookseller, a woman well into her seventies if not her eighties, asked him to open with a story she'd heard about his grandfather.
When he was 5 or 6 his parents read him The Cat in the Hat. Around the fiftieth or sixtieth time his parents had read it to him, he took it on an outing to his grandparents. He asked his grandfather to read to him. It wasn't the same book at all. The cat was doing all kinds of different things than when his parents read. The next time his grandfather read it to him, it was yet another story. The story came alive for him and it wasn't until later that Ron realized his grandfather was illiterate and didn't want his grandson to know. If this story wasn't enough to endear me to Ron, and his grandfather, his North Carolina accent would have done me in.
His most recent book, The Cove, gives the mountains as the main character. A soul that casts its undeniable influence on all in its shadow. It takes place in 1918 and follows the life of Laurel, when a young man crosses her path. or should I say creek?
One of his books, Serena, is based on a woman who is any man's or woman's worst nightmare. It is currently being filmed in the Czech Republic with Jennifer Lawrence (Hunger Games) as the lead and Bradley Cooper as her husband. It is due to come out next year. While Ron says that he handed over all screenplay power to the director, he does say that Toby Jones (who plays the sheriff) called him just to listen to his accent, to get it just right for his part.
I'm going to pick up Serena and keep Ron Rash in my sights. (May 8, 2012)
There were 8 of us, not including Ron. We put our chairs in a semi-circle and it only kind-of brought flashbacks from school or a bad scene from a group therapy session. There were 5 old women, hair whitening into the grace of age; a couple probably in their thirties on the cusp of being granola types and me. Ron Rash and 200 years worth of his ancestors grew up in the Appalachian Mountains of North Carolina. He is now 4 weeks into a 6 week tour which began in Australia and New zealand.
The bookseller, a woman well into her seventies if not her eighties, asked him to open with a story she'd heard about his grandfather.
When he was 5 or 6 his parents read him The Cat in the Hat. Around the fiftieth or sixtieth time his parents had read it to him, he took it on an outing to his grandparents. He asked his grandfather to read to him. It wasn't the same book at all. The cat was doing all kinds of different things than when his parents read. The next time his grandfather read it to him, it was yet another story. The story came alive for him and it wasn't until later that Ron realized his grandfather was illiterate and didn't want his grandson to know. If this story wasn't enough to endear me to Ron, and his grandfather, his North Carolina accent would have done me in.
His most recent book, The Cove, gives the mountains as the main character. A soul that casts its undeniable influence on all in its shadow. It takes place in 1918 and follows the life of Laurel, when a young man crosses her path. or should I say creek?
One of his books, Serena, is based on a woman who is any man's or woman's worst nightmare. It is currently being filmed in the Czech Republic with Jennifer Lawrence (Hunger Games) as the lead and Bradley Cooper as her husband. It is due to come out next year. While Ron says that he handed over all screenplay power to the director, he does say that Toby Jones (who plays the sheriff) called him just to listen to his accent, to get it just right for his part.
I'm going to pick up Serena and keep Ron Rash in my sights. (May 8, 2012)
A Still from the movie Serena
Tuesday: 1980's
Every year Associate Appreciation Week is my biggest event. It takes more than 5 months of planning, countless man (or woman) hours, and copious amounts of energy.
Tuesday was our 1980's day. We held a Just Dance and Guitar Hero competition that employees could sign up for. My friends TaLena, Cassi and I decided to put a group together. We're all rather competitive, so we ended up coordinating our outfits and practicing twice before our big day.
The prizes are framed records, with the group's name and winning category on the label.
We also took 80s photos. I put checkerboard paper on a stage, and we had associates lay down to get some really fliptastic photos! In the background of the candids you can see the black light silhouette posters that we did of dancers and rockers.
Tuesday was our 1980's day. We held a Just Dance and Guitar Hero competition that employees could sign up for. My friends TaLena, Cassi and I decided to put a group together. We're all rather competitive, so we ended up coordinating our outfits and practicing twice before our big day.
The prizes are framed records, with the group's name and winning category on the label.
We also took 80s photos. I put checkerboard paper on a stage, and we had associates lay down to get some really fliptastic photos! In the background of the candids you can see the black light silhouette posters that we did of dancers and rockers.
Wednesday: Vintage Boardwalk
This was the first idea that I came up with for AAW. Not just a boardwalk theme, but a 1950's boardwalk theme.
We had multiple booths; cotton candy, pizza, taffy, soda, postcards. My amazing artist compadre, Melody, came up with the logos for each booth. We hung the logos above the booth and also put them on the food hats for the managers to wear.
We splurged and rented an actual photo booth. It was by far, the hit of the week!
My friend TaLena, Sara and I made the backdrop for the Sailor photos. One of our reps was kind enough to dress up as our sailor and pose for 3 hours! I work with the most awesome people!
We had multiple booths; cotton candy, pizza, taffy, soda, postcards. My amazing artist compadre, Melody, came up with the logos for each booth. We hung the logos above the booth and also put them on the food hats for the managers to wear.
We splurged and rented an actual photo booth. It was by far, the hit of the week!
My friend TaLena, Sara and I made the backdrop for the Sailor photos. One of our reps was kind enough to dress up as our sailor and pose for 3 hours! I work with the most awesome people!
Thursday: 1920's New York
Poker, blackjack, spaghetti, rice krispies, gummi bears and Bonnie & Clyde were all featured on our 1920's New York day.
Rice Krispie treats, gummi bears, and Caesar Salad were all invented in the 20's. We served Caesar salad, along with spaghetti and bread sticks. I made 400 chocolate dipped Rice Krispie treats, and we had a Guess the Number of Gummies for a chance to win all 1,200+ gummi bears.
There was a table where associates could put their name into a 1920's movie poster and see what it felt like to be a star!
We took Bonnie & Clyde photos, complete with streetlamp and money bags. I was surprised how many people went all out and dressed up.
It was a great week, and while I'm not necessarily looking forward to next year's, I am truly sad that it's over!!
Rice Krispie treats, gummi bears, and Caesar Salad were all invented in the 20's. We served Caesar salad, along with spaghetti and bread sticks. I made 400 chocolate dipped Rice Krispie treats, and we had a Guess the Number of Gummies for a chance to win all 1,200+ gummi bears.
There was a table where associates could put their name into a 1920's movie poster and see what it felt like to be a star!
We took Bonnie & Clyde photos, complete with streetlamp and money bags. I was surprised how many people went all out and dressed up.
It was a great week, and while I'm not necessarily looking forward to next year's, I am truly sad that it's over!!
Week 3 Update
April 27 - May 2
I started the week at 145.4 and am currently at 144.2. Yesterday was not quite as strict as it should have been. But man that roll for lunch gave me so much energy! I was almost bouncing off the walls, it was a nice happy rush. My weight loss has slowed down considerably, but I'm still trying to stay motivated, and not give up. After this next week, which will be crazy, I'm going to try to work out more frequently and see if that will give me the boost that I need.
Week 2 Update
April 19-26, 2012
Last week I was at 146.6, and I'm currently at 145.4. While the weight loss has slowed significantly, I've also had some slips of the diet, so I will say that we're even. I'm re-pledging myself to this diet and exercise today and vow to do better this coming week. Nick will be out of town this week on business, but hopefully that won't affect my routine at all. Here's to Happy Weight Loss Hunting!
Week 1 Update
April 11-18, 2012
I've now been working out and dieting for a week. I started the week at 149, and am now at 146.6. My ab workout still kicks my maximus glutimous, but I love that sore feeling that I have the next day. I'm feeling good about myself. I'm always anxious to see improvement, so I'm a little disappointed that I'm not already sporting a 8 pack, and a butt that won't stop making men drool and women swoon with envy. I can't see a noticeable difference in my body, but the diet is a little easier to stick to. My sugar cravings, which normally border on the edge of an OCD compulsion to obtain sugar constantly has noticeably subsided. It's getting better, I'm getting there.
From Flab to Fit
Things start to go as you get older. My turning 30 has been difficult. Things seem to not be in the same place they were last year. Boobs are saggier, crows feet are surfacing, I found my first gray hair today. That being said, I still want to feel attractive and "head turning."
Last September I did the 17 Day Diet and went from 163 lbs. to 146 lbs. It was an extremely tough and strict diet. At the time I wasn't ready to sacrifice time for exercise, so the diet was implemented. For those of you who don't know, the 17 day diet is pretty much no carbs, no sugar, only certain meats, veggies and fruits. You slowly add things back into your diet at the end of each 17 day cycle. While I've only gained back 2 lbs since October, I want to tone what I do have.
I know what you're all thinking? "But Lizz, you look so absolutely stunning and amazing all the time! You don't need to work out." Yes, yes, the fabulous-ness of me is all too real. However, there are 2 things that helped to kick my "curvaceous" booty into action.
1. My swimsuit this year are swim shorts and a bikini top. While I'm sure that the token fat white guy that's always at the pool won't mind; I don't want to be mistaken for that one girl who so obviously shouldn't be wearing what she's wearing. And while I can't help stretch marks (I earned those tiger stripes), I can tone my tubby tummy.
2. My friends and I are doing a Vintage Pin-Up Photo Shoot in June, just for fun. We're going the whole nine yards, vintage car, hair, makeup, outfits, even props. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of my curves. I like a woman to have some meat on her bones. But I want to look fit and curvy!
My course of action is diet and exercise. I'm doing the 17 day diet, but modified so that it's not as strict. But basically still no carbs. I'm also doing a stationary bike that I have at home. The best part is that I can read while I bike, which makes the time go faster and is incredibly convenient. My friend, Talena, is a body builder and has showed me some ab workouts so that I can look amazing in my swimsuit. I started at 149, I've lost 2 lbs. and am now at 147. My goal is to be at 140 by the photo shoot in June.
So I'm going to chronicle my journey on my blog. You can follow along with all the all-too-real struggles and photos. This is the un-edited version of what it's like to be 30 and attempting a comeback! (April 13, 2011)
Last September I did the 17 Day Diet and went from 163 lbs. to 146 lbs. It was an extremely tough and strict diet. At the time I wasn't ready to sacrifice time for exercise, so the diet was implemented. For those of you who don't know, the 17 day diet is pretty much no carbs, no sugar, only certain meats, veggies and fruits. You slowly add things back into your diet at the end of each 17 day cycle. While I've only gained back 2 lbs since October, I want to tone what I do have.
I know what you're all thinking? "But Lizz, you look so absolutely stunning and amazing all the time! You don't need to work out." Yes, yes, the fabulous-ness of me is all too real. However, there are 2 things that helped to kick my "curvaceous" booty into action.
1. My swimsuit this year are swim shorts and a bikini top. While I'm sure that the token fat white guy that's always at the pool won't mind; I don't want to be mistaken for that one girl who so obviously shouldn't be wearing what she's wearing. And while I can't help stretch marks (I earned those tiger stripes), I can tone my tubby tummy.
2. My friends and I are doing a Vintage Pin-Up Photo Shoot in June, just for fun. We're going the whole nine yards, vintage car, hair, makeup, outfits, even props. Don't get me wrong, I'm proud of my curves. I like a woman to have some meat on her bones. But I want to look fit and curvy!
My course of action is diet and exercise. I'm doing the 17 day diet, but modified so that it's not as strict. But basically still no carbs. I'm also doing a stationary bike that I have at home. The best part is that I can read while I bike, which makes the time go faster and is incredibly convenient. My friend, Talena, is a body builder and has showed me some ab workouts so that I can look amazing in my swimsuit. I started at 149, I've lost 2 lbs. and am now at 147. My goal is to be at 140 by the photo shoot in June.
So I'm going to chronicle my journey on my blog. You can follow along with all the all-too-real struggles and photos. This is the un-edited version of what it's like to be 30 and attempting a comeback! (April 13, 2011)
Me after my first Ab Workout
Carry the One
Carol Anshaw’s book is currently number 23 on the New York Bestseller List, and was featured in EW’s Bullseye, almost dead center (that’s good.) While this is her fourth published work, this one has garnered the most attention.
I first read about Carry the One on one of my favorite book blogs www.booksaremyboyfriends.wordpress.com. Kit, the blog author, and I have very similar taste in books, and I find her creativity and writing style a welcome breath of fresh air. After I read the following quote from Kit, how could I not get interested in this book . . . “This book is undeniably hip, but it’s not the hip of Urban Outfitters knit caps or fixed gear bicycles. Then I had my lightbulb moment. This book doesn’t just have its finger on the pulse of the current zeitgeist, Carry the One has its finger on the pulse of the f—ing human condition. That’s what makes it hip with superpowers. That’s what makes it the Platonic ideal of cool.”
I check the King’s English Bookshop event calendar religiously. Book events aren’t broadcast very far in advance and little events are always popping up a few days beforehand. I checked the week before and saw that Carol Anshaw was going to be at the Downtown Library for a reading.
I hadn’t purchased the book because it was $26 and was on back-order through Amazon. So I walked into this reading as a blank slate and not really sure what to expect. I figured it would be like most other book events. They introduce the author, they read a blurb from their book, answer questions and then they sign. This was not what I was expecting. It was hosted by the Salt Lake Arts Council as one of their monthly readings they sponsor. Katherine Coles, the current Utah Poet Laureate, was up first to read some of her poetry. I’ve never been to a poetry reading, and while Katherine’s shaved head was only slightly distracting, I enjoyed some of the poems or prose she read. I’m honestly not sure what the difference is. She said a lot of poetry terms that were new to my ears. Then it was Carol’s turn.
She walked to the front of our 40 person audience, and joked about how dry it is in Utah compared to her native Chicago. She said that she was fascinated with a story where time was the main character, and how it can influence different lives. Carry the One takes place in 1983 on the night of a wedding. There are 5 people in a car that hit and kill a little girl. The story follows their lives and how this event has shaped each of them. She read 4 or 5 excerpts from various characters. She said that not only did this event hold them to that dark night of long ago, but it also held them to each other.
There was no Q&A. There was no book signing. I bought her book and people slowly filtered out, the atmosphere was very casual. I was all ready to go get my book signed and a photo, but I felt self conscious. I didn’t know what the protocol was for an event like this. I hovered for a little bit, trying to suss out the parameters. I left with a $26 unsigned book, and a desire to read Carol’s book to completion.
I first read about Carry the One on one of my favorite book blogs www.booksaremyboyfriends.wordpress.com. Kit, the blog author, and I have very similar taste in books, and I find her creativity and writing style a welcome breath of fresh air. After I read the following quote from Kit, how could I not get interested in this book . . . “This book is undeniably hip, but it’s not the hip of Urban Outfitters knit caps or fixed gear bicycles. Then I had my lightbulb moment. This book doesn’t just have its finger on the pulse of the current zeitgeist, Carry the One has its finger on the pulse of the f—ing human condition. That’s what makes it hip with superpowers. That’s what makes it the Platonic ideal of cool.”
I check the King’s English Bookshop event calendar religiously. Book events aren’t broadcast very far in advance and little events are always popping up a few days beforehand. I checked the week before and saw that Carol Anshaw was going to be at the Downtown Library for a reading.
I hadn’t purchased the book because it was $26 and was on back-order through Amazon. So I walked into this reading as a blank slate and not really sure what to expect. I figured it would be like most other book events. They introduce the author, they read a blurb from their book, answer questions and then they sign. This was not what I was expecting. It was hosted by the Salt Lake Arts Council as one of their monthly readings they sponsor. Katherine Coles, the current Utah Poet Laureate, was up first to read some of her poetry. I’ve never been to a poetry reading, and while Katherine’s shaved head was only slightly distracting, I enjoyed some of the poems or prose she read. I’m honestly not sure what the difference is. She said a lot of poetry terms that were new to my ears. Then it was Carol’s turn.
She walked to the front of our 40 person audience, and joked about how dry it is in Utah compared to her native Chicago. She said that she was fascinated with a story where time was the main character, and how it can influence different lives. Carry the One takes place in 1983 on the night of a wedding. There are 5 people in a car that hit and kill a little girl. The story follows their lives and how this event has shaped each of them. She read 4 or 5 excerpts from various characters. She said that not only did this event hold them to that dark night of long ago, but it also held them to each other.
There was no Q&A. There was no book signing. I bought her book and people slowly filtered out, the atmosphere was very casual. I was all ready to go get my book signed and a photo, but I felt self conscious. I didn’t know what the protocol was for an event like this. I hovered for a little bit, trying to suss out the parameters. I left with a $26 unsigned book, and a desire to read Carol’s book to completion.
St. Patrick's Day Printable
I found some of these on Pinterest, but none that I LOVED so I made my own. You're more than welcome to download it and print it out. It should fit an 8 x 10.
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The Help Changed Me
After the first chapter of The Help, I knew that it was a book I was going to like. I’ve read the book kind of late in the game because there was so much hype around it. Everyone who had read it loved it, and that kind of turned me off.
My friend Sara gave me the movie to watch and I really wanted to see it, but I wanted to finish the book first. I took the book with me to Reno, across that desert wasteland that is Nevada.
Books affect me very deeply. After I read “Three Cups of Tea” had me looking up Humanitarian efforts in Afghanistan. “The Art of Racing in the Rain” compelled me to try to talk my husband into getting a dog. I can always tell a good book, by the lasting impressions it leaves on me. I can honestly say that “The Help” has changed my life.
After reading all the back breaking work the maids would do each day, while taking care of the family’s children, I realized how lazy I have been. I get ready each day, get my kids dressed and sometimes we do outings, but my role as a mother has been very passive. I did laundry when we had no more clothes, I would vacuum when Emery turned into a baby lint roller, but I was never proactive. Knowing that these women worked long hours with children to tend to, and then realizing that this was without air conditioning, microwaves or computers made me feel extremely slothful. What have I been doing my last 4 years as a Mom. How can I sit on the couch and read a book while my kid plays on the computer for hours? Needless to say, Aibileen and Minny were an example of what I should have been striving for as a Mom, as a wife and as a woman.
I’d been looking since New Year’s for a good New Year’s Resolution. “The Help” helped me see my potential and helped me do something about it.
I keep thinking about this book and the trials that the women went through, both “colored” and white. I hope that I don’t lose the fire that “The Help” has kindled under me. I hope it turns into a roaring inferno!! A+ (January 11, 2012)
My friend Sara gave me the movie to watch and I really wanted to see it, but I wanted to finish the book first. I took the book with me to Reno, across that desert wasteland that is Nevada.
Books affect me very deeply. After I read “Three Cups of Tea” had me looking up Humanitarian efforts in Afghanistan. “The Art of Racing in the Rain” compelled me to try to talk my husband into getting a dog. I can always tell a good book, by the lasting impressions it leaves on me. I can honestly say that “The Help” has changed my life.
After reading all the back breaking work the maids would do each day, while taking care of the family’s children, I realized how lazy I have been. I get ready each day, get my kids dressed and sometimes we do outings, but my role as a mother has been very passive. I did laundry when we had no more clothes, I would vacuum when Emery turned into a baby lint roller, but I was never proactive. Knowing that these women worked long hours with children to tend to, and then realizing that this was without air conditioning, microwaves or computers made me feel extremely slothful. What have I been doing my last 4 years as a Mom. How can I sit on the couch and read a book while my kid plays on the computer for hours? Needless to say, Aibileen and Minny were an example of what I should have been striving for as a Mom, as a wife and as a woman.
I’d been looking since New Year’s for a good New Year’s Resolution. “The Help” helped me see my potential and helped me do something about it.
- I’m suspending reading or working on major projects until the kids are in bed.
- If I see something that needs to be done and I have the time, I’m going to do it.
- I’m going to cook dinner each night.
I keep thinking about this book and the trials that the women went through, both “colored” and white. I hope that I don’t lose the fire that “The Help” has kindled under me. I hope it turns into a roaring inferno!! A+ (January 11, 2012)
Reading Challenge for 2012
Last year I challenged you to read more than ever. I sited reading stats and challenged you to read a book a week. 52 Books in 2011! Then I came to a realization that . . .
1. I didn’t reach my goal and
2. Whatever happened to quality, not quantity?
I have a horrible short term memory when it comes to movies and books. I whip through them like a tornado through a redneck trailer park, but I retain very little, other then the overall feeling that the book gave me. Some major plot points stick, but the majority just floats down the memory river.
I did something this year, that I’ve only done 1 or 2 times before; I re-read a book. The Magician King came out as a sequel to The Magicians by Lev Grossman. I really wanted to delve into the second book, but I knew that I would be so lost, even though I’d only read the first book about a year ago. I re-read The Magicians and it made all the difference when I started The Magician King. Characters, slights and idiosyncrasies were fresh in my mind. It made The Magician King that much more enjoyable and made me appreciate The Magicians.
I thought about the titles that I really loved . . . Water for Elephants, The Gargoyle, People of the Book . . . how much had I missed in my original reading? How many details had I overlooked? I know that in my haste to get to the climax of the book, I had glossed over some of the best parts.
I was so enthralled to know what happened in The Elegance of the Hedgehog, that I skipped parts because it would require too much heavy lifting.
Why haven’t I always re-read books that I loved? There is one reason alone . . . because there are so many books that I haven’t read. My running To-Read total on goodreads.com tops out at 107 titles and that was primarily composed just this year. I feel guilty re-reading titles when there are so many that I haven’t enjoyed yet.
Franqois Mauriac, a French Author and winner of the Nobel Prize said, “If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he re-reads.”
I’m not at all saying that you shouldn’t try new books. Trying a new genre or a new author brings such enlightenment. But there will always be more books; there will always be that book on the shelf that you haven’t read yet. Enjoy the books that you love, create a new relationship with the characters, live in the author’s world, and delve into the pages that you fell in love with. Just because you’re married and wake up to the same person every morning, doesn’t mean that you don’t enjoy and learn new things about your spouse.
Quality. That is my word for 2012. Enjoy the qualities in your favorite books and create new qualities in your reading. Here’s to a wonderful 2012 and Happy New Read! (December 28, 2011)
1. I didn’t reach my goal and
2. Whatever happened to quality, not quantity?
I have a horrible short term memory when it comes to movies and books. I whip through them like a tornado through a redneck trailer park, but I retain very little, other then the overall feeling that the book gave me. Some major plot points stick, but the majority just floats down the memory river.
I did something this year, that I’ve only done 1 or 2 times before; I re-read a book. The Magician King came out as a sequel to The Magicians by Lev Grossman. I really wanted to delve into the second book, but I knew that I would be so lost, even though I’d only read the first book about a year ago. I re-read The Magicians and it made all the difference when I started The Magician King. Characters, slights and idiosyncrasies were fresh in my mind. It made The Magician King that much more enjoyable and made me appreciate The Magicians.
I thought about the titles that I really loved . . . Water for Elephants, The Gargoyle, People of the Book . . . how much had I missed in my original reading? How many details had I overlooked? I know that in my haste to get to the climax of the book, I had glossed over some of the best parts.
I was so enthralled to know what happened in The Elegance of the Hedgehog, that I skipped parts because it would require too much heavy lifting.
Why haven’t I always re-read books that I loved? There is one reason alone . . . because there are so many books that I haven’t read. My running To-Read total on goodreads.com tops out at 107 titles and that was primarily composed just this year. I feel guilty re-reading titles when there are so many that I haven’t enjoyed yet.
Franqois Mauriac, a French Author and winner of the Nobel Prize said, “If you would tell me the heart of a man, tell me not what he reads, but what he re-reads.”
I’m not at all saying that you shouldn’t try new books. Trying a new genre or a new author brings such enlightenment. But there will always be more books; there will always be that book on the shelf that you haven’t read yet. Enjoy the books that you love, create a new relationship with the characters, live in the author’s world, and delve into the pages that you fell in love with. Just because you’re married and wake up to the same person every morning, doesn’t mean that you don’t enjoy and learn new things about your spouse.
Quality. That is my word for 2012. Enjoy the qualities in your favorite books and create new qualities in your reading. Here’s to a wonderful 2012 and Happy New Read! (December 28, 2011)
It's Beginning to Feel A Lot like Christmas
You know when you get to be an adult and Christmas doesn't hold the same magic that it used to? You don't get excited to see the presents under the tree, and you don't have trouble sleeping Christmas Eve? There may even be a few Christmas' where it doesn't feel like Christmas at all.
Well maybe, just maybe, doing Christmas things will get you in the Christmas Spirit.
Let's test the theory . . .
Christmas Candy
Each year it's a tradition for the "Women" of the McCombs Family to get together and make copious amounts of candy, and then afterwards wonder why we made copious amounts of candy.
This year we were down one girl, as my brother and his wife moved to Overton, Nevada. That didn't hinder us at all though, and while watching White Christmas we made enough candy to feel a small army, or at least our own appetites for the rest of the month.
Festival of Trees
Not only did I help make a Festival of Tree, Tree, for my work but I also took my kids and my Mom brought my nephew Noah. We spent most of the time by the Gingerbread Houses, or in the Kids Center. Asher had so much fun!
The boys even wanted to watch the kids putting on dance performances. They danced on the sidelines, and had a great time!
Temple Square Lights
Me and my girlfriends, headed to Temple Square to see the lights. They were so beautiful, and we even met at my house before we went to make premo Hot Chocolate. It helped keep our hands warm and was super yummy to boot.
Christmas Face Painting
I got booked for a company's Children's Christmas Party. It was at the Downtown Sheraton. They went all out . . . Clowns making balloon animals, presents for all the kids, magician, Santa and 3 face painters. All the kids looked great in their face paint.
Candy Cane Corner
The past couple years I've helped host a Craft/Bake Sale at Marriott. 20% of the proceeds from the Crafts and all proceeds from the Bake Sale go towards the Candy Cane Corner.
Candy Cane Corner is part of the Road Home and helps Homeless get housing, jobs and teaches them to get back on their feet.
This year we were able to raise more than $1,310!!!
Me and some of the other helpers were able to go to Target and purchase clothing, toys, small appliances, winter clothes, tioletries, diapers and more for families in need. It was such a great feeling to drop it off at the Corner and see all the items that generous people had donated.
Candy Cane Corner is part of the Road Home and helps Homeless get housing, jobs and teaches them to get back on their feet.
This year we were able to raise more than $1,310!!!
Me and some of the other helpers were able to go to Target and purchase clothing, toys, small appliances, winter clothes, tioletries, diapers and more for families in need. It was such a great feeling to drop it off at the Corner and see all the items that generous people had donated.
Seeing Santa
I was in charge of Santa for our Ward Christmas Party. We have a great guy in our ward who was willing to play the part. I put up the backdrop with short supplies and I was short on time since I had the kids.
It turned out wonderful, all the kids had a great time and our Santa was great. So jovial and photogenic!
My conclusion . . . doing christmas things definitely helps you feel the Christmas Spirit. Nothing made me feel the Christmas Spirit more than helping the Road Home. Helping others doesn't only bring joy to them.
Merry Christmas One and All!!!
Merry Christmas One and All!!!
When Daddy's Not Home
This was meant to be one long video, but my computer wasn't cooperating.
The First Decade
Nick and I have now been married for 10 years. Since October 27, 2001. There have been good times, bad times and simply okay times. If anyone tells you that marriage isn't hard, they're freakin lying. That doesn't mean that it always work or that it's not worth it. It's worth every dirty look, every spine-tingling kiss and every night on the couch.
Rather than writing about our relationship, I thought I'd find a picture for each year that we've been together. missing the first couple years because Digital Camera's were a thing of the future. That's how old we are . . .
Rather than writing about our relationship, I thought I'd find a picture for each year that we've been together. missing the first couple years because Digital Camera's were a thing of the future. That's how old we are . . .
2004 Cruise to Ensenada
2005: First Daley Halloween Party
2006 Christmas Card: Sonde, Gadianton, Spartacus, Jolie, Shyre
2007: In the Hospital to Meet Asher
2008
2009
2010
2011
3:00 am Wakeup
Funny story. A little after 3:00 am this morning I feel Asher tap me on the shoulder at the side of my bed. As usual I pull him up into bed with me for a 10 minutes or so and then I usually take him back upstairs to bed. As we're laying there and I'm trying to go back to sleep I keep hearing him mumble something, but I'm too tired to care. "Shhh, buddy. Go to sleep." A little while later he mumbles again but this time I can make out the word "nose".
"(Sigh) Asher, what did you just say?"
"There's somefing on my nose."
"What, like a booger?"
"Yeah"
So I think to myself, "Alright if all he needs is to have a booger wiped off his nose, I'm taking him back to bed." I carry him upstairs and as I set him on his bed I can see from the light from his nightlight that there's more going on with his nose than just a booger.
"Asher, I'm going to take you into the bathroom and I'm going to put you in front of the mirror. I want you to see what you look like, but don't be scared, ok? We'll get you all cleaned up. I just want you to see."
When we got into the bathroom with the light on I held him up in front of the mirror. "See, buddy, it's not really a booger."
"(Sigh) Asher, what did you just say?"
"There's somefing on my nose."
"What, like a booger?"
"Yeah"
So I think to myself, "Alright if all he needs is to have a booger wiped off his nose, I'm taking him back to bed." I carry him upstairs and as I set him on his bed I can see from the light from his nightlight that there's more going on with his nose than just a booger.
"Asher, I'm going to take you into the bathroom and I'm going to put you in front of the mirror. I want you to see what you look like, but don't be scared, ok? We'll get you all cleaned up. I just want you to see."
When we got into the bathroom with the light on I held him up in front of the mirror. "See, buddy, it's not really a booger."
He was pretty amazed. I got him all cleaned up and put him back in bed, but I then noticed that there was blood on the sheets, pillows, and floor. As I went to throw the sheets in the laundry, I noticed bloody handprints throughout the house. They were on the doors, walls, all the way down the stairs, my clothes, and on my sheets as well.
I think I may need to invest in a humidifier for his room.
Nicholas Daley
I think I may need to invest in a humidifier for his room.
Nicholas Daley
The Art of Racing in the Rain
The seats were packed. By the start, it was standing room only. Garth Stein is one of the few authors whose photo on the flap doesn’t do him justice. He greets a few of the guests. He looks very urban in a suit jacket, jeans and converse sneakers. His almost black hair is peppered with white and he wears black rimmed glasses. He is very charismatic, charming and funny. He reads a small portion from the book and then volunteers the story of how the book got published.
He likens writing a story to making a stew. You put all these ingredients together and have no idea what the end result is going to be. He stressed the importance he feels in writing for the characters and the development of the story. He caught snippets of ideas for this book from various sources. He caught the idea when he was a Documentary filmmaker in New York and a movie about Mongolian Dog Reincarnation came across his desk. At a poetry reading, Billy Collins read “The Revenant”, a poem from the point of view of a euthanized dog. These and many other scraps gave him Enzo. He finished the first draft in 4 months, after his wife gave him permission to stop his current endeavor. He talked lovingly of her and then likened her to a “Dominatrix muse.”
The Art of Racing in the Rain is about Enzo. The entire book is told from his perspective; he’s a dog who loves car racing, Denny his owner and despises the evil “Zebra.” Endearing, vulnerable and thought provoking, this book will make you look at dogs in a different way.
When he presented the book to his editor, who was less than enthusiastic, his editor told him he couldn’t sell it. Garth promptly fired him and found a new agent who had previously helped publish a story from a crow’s point of view. He was the man for the job. It has now been on the New York Bestseller list for more than 118 weeks.
Garth was instantly likable. He read us a short story about a group of feral parrots living in a city park, who help a boy in the midst of an earthquake that devastates Seattle. His candor and ease to smile make him a crowd favorite, he presented for over an hour before beginning the arduous process of signing hundreds of books. Yeah, I think it’s safe to say that I liked Garth right off the bat. I’m looking forward to his next book “Due October 2010.” Here’s to Garth, Enzo and Racing in the Rain. (September 15, 2011)
He likens writing a story to making a stew. You put all these ingredients together and have no idea what the end result is going to be. He stressed the importance he feels in writing for the characters and the development of the story. He caught snippets of ideas for this book from various sources. He caught the idea when he was a Documentary filmmaker in New York and a movie about Mongolian Dog Reincarnation came across his desk. At a poetry reading, Billy Collins read “The Revenant”, a poem from the point of view of a euthanized dog. These and many other scraps gave him Enzo. He finished the first draft in 4 months, after his wife gave him permission to stop his current endeavor. He talked lovingly of her and then likened her to a “Dominatrix muse.”
The Art of Racing in the Rain is about Enzo. The entire book is told from his perspective; he’s a dog who loves car racing, Denny his owner and despises the evil “Zebra.” Endearing, vulnerable and thought provoking, this book will make you look at dogs in a different way.
When he presented the book to his editor, who was less than enthusiastic, his editor told him he couldn’t sell it. Garth promptly fired him and found a new agent who had previously helped publish a story from a crow’s point of view. He was the man for the job. It has now been on the New York Bestseller list for more than 118 weeks.
Garth was instantly likable. He read us a short story about a group of feral parrots living in a city park, who help a boy in the midst of an earthquake that devastates Seattle. His candor and ease to smile make him a crowd favorite, he presented for over an hour before beginning the arduous process of signing hundreds of books. Yeah, I think it’s safe to say that I liked Garth right off the bat. I’m looking forward to his next book “Due October 2010.” Here’s to Garth, Enzo and Racing in the Rain. (September 15, 2011)
Meeting Alice LaPlante
It was my first time in the Gallery at 15th. The white walls and floor were the perfect backdrop to the paintings on the wall. But I'm here for a book reading. Alice LaPlante reads the first few pages of her book. A book about Jennifer White, an orthopedic surgeon with Alzheimer's. Jennifer's best friend has been killed with 4 of her fingers surgically removed, but with Jennifer's diminished mind and retired career, she can't even remember that Amanda is dead, let alone if she committed the crime.
Alice LaPlant has been a literary and short story writer for many years, yet this is her first book. After her reading, she opened the floor to Q & A. Turn of Mind was a literary angel. The first part of the book only had to be edited slightly, and she describes her writing as "easy." She never had to keep notes, and used Google for all her orthopedic surgeon knowledge and jargon. She was very meek and repeatedly showed her amazement and delight that the book had such a great reception. When her editor read the book, she said that she loved it but she "couldn't sell it." The market wasn't buying fiction to begin with and the subject matter was too dark. Her editor said that she wanted to and would try find a buyer. 2 days later they had multiple offers and a bidding war began.
Alice's mother suffers from Alzheimer's and is so far gone that reading the book would be impossible. Her siblings have read the book and while giving positive feedback, several of them were unable to sit through her Chicago city readings, despite the fact that the novel is not at all autobiographical.
Her candor and happenstance attitude were very refreshing, and she is already finished with her second novel. A 17 year old girl who falls in with a Doomsday cult. Alice says that she loves Doomsday cults because they're so interesting. When she told her editor about the subject for her second book, her jaw hit the table. "Well, there's more to a book than plot . . . " was the response from the editor.
I can't wait to see what the next book will bring. (August 24, 2011) My Turn of Mind Review
Alice LaPlant has been a literary and short story writer for many years, yet this is her first book. After her reading, she opened the floor to Q & A. Turn of Mind was a literary angel. The first part of the book only had to be edited slightly, and she describes her writing as "easy." She never had to keep notes, and used Google for all her orthopedic surgeon knowledge and jargon. She was very meek and repeatedly showed her amazement and delight that the book had such a great reception. When her editor read the book, she said that she loved it but she "couldn't sell it." The market wasn't buying fiction to begin with and the subject matter was too dark. Her editor said that she wanted to and would try find a buyer. 2 days later they had multiple offers and a bidding war began.
Alice's mother suffers from Alzheimer's and is so far gone that reading the book would be impossible. Her siblings have read the book and while giving positive feedback, several of them were unable to sit through her Chicago city readings, despite the fact that the novel is not at all autobiographical.
Her candor and happenstance attitude were very refreshing, and she is already finished with her second novel. A 17 year old girl who falls in with a Doomsday cult. Alice says that she loves Doomsday cults because they're so interesting. When she told her editor about the subject for her second book, her jaw hit the table. "Well, there's more to a book than plot . . . " was the response from the editor.
I can't wait to see what the next book will bring. (August 24, 2011) My Turn of Mind Review
Meeting Christopher McDougall
I just realized that I never posted this to my blog.
He was signing books in the Mystery Room of the King's English. This was my first time meeting a true author and I was a little nervous. I didn’t know if he was going to be weird about me having my kids with me. I feared for a stuck up, self important jerk. I’d been waiting for about an hour and I could tell that the kids were getting restless. The first thing I saw when they brought him up the back staircase was his bald head. At at least 6 foot 5 his stature was a little intimidating. As soon as he saw my little girl, Emery, he said "Oh babies."
He started talking to Emery and said "Can you tell I haven't seen my kids in two weeks?” I was so relieved! Not only was he not a jerk, but he was a total sweetheart. He signed my book, as well as a couple as gifts. I asked if I could get a picture with him and he said "Sure, as long as I can hold Emery." We took the picture and he immediately started bouncing Emery in his arms, and said "If I started singing the teddy bear song right now, she'd be out."
You could tell that he was really missing his family and that he would have been content to hold her the whole signing. Everyone at the King’s English was so sweet and helped keep track of Asher as he ran around the store. Meeting Christopher McDougall brought “Born to Run” to life for me. I absolutely loved the book, and the characters were so endearing, that meeting the man who wrote about them made them that much more unforgettable. Not only has he inspired me to meet other authors, but I now have the goal to start running.
(June 2011)
He was signing books in the Mystery Room of the King's English. This was my first time meeting a true author and I was a little nervous. I didn’t know if he was going to be weird about me having my kids with me. I feared for a stuck up, self important jerk. I’d been waiting for about an hour and I could tell that the kids were getting restless. The first thing I saw when they brought him up the back staircase was his bald head. At at least 6 foot 5 his stature was a little intimidating. As soon as he saw my little girl, Emery, he said "Oh babies."
He started talking to Emery and said "Can you tell I haven't seen my kids in two weeks?” I was so relieved! Not only was he not a jerk, but he was a total sweetheart. He signed my book, as well as a couple as gifts. I asked if I could get a picture with him and he said "Sure, as long as I can hold Emery." We took the picture and he immediately started bouncing Emery in his arms, and said "If I started singing the teddy bear song right now, she'd be out."
You could tell that he was really missing his family and that he would have been content to hold her the whole signing. Everyone at the King’s English was so sweet and helped keep track of Asher as he ran around the store. Meeting Christopher McDougall brought “Born to Run” to life for me. I absolutely loved the book, and the characters were so endearing, that meeting the man who wrote about them made them that much more unforgettable. Not only has he inspired me to meet other authors, but I now have the goal to start running.
(June 2011)
A Year of Firsts
When you hit a certain age, which I hit years ago, there are few things to look forward to and get excited about. I get excited about Harry Potter, books, and relaxation. Especially once you've had kids, you feel as if you've done it all, and probably some things that you shouldn't have. Even in my ripe old age of 29, there are still many things that I haven't tried. I have had a "interesting" year. Most of this year has not been memorable in a good way, but the things that I will remember is all the firsts I've been able to experience. It's nice to know that at 29, you can still have new things happen to you and that you make happen.
First Trip to the ER
While I can honestly say that this is a trip that I never wanted or needed to make, it has never the less, been an extreme kind of first. You can scroll down a couple entries for the whole dramatic and life changing story. I did learn several things from this accidental happenstance . . .
1. I can trust completely in my family.
When we had to leave at 10:00 pm for the ER, Nick's parents came over to watch the kids. They were so supportive and I don't know what we would have done without them. My Mom was on her way out of town, literally ready to walk out the door, when I called her from the hospital. She didn't even hesitate to cancel her trip and come to my rescue in the hospital. She also took care of my kids while I was recooperating. I honestly don't know what I would have done, my family was definitely a support to me during this awful experience.
2. Even when Nick is tired and ornery, he is there for me.
We were at the hospital from 10:00 pm through all the next day. They took me into surgery at 3:00 am, and the whole time before that Nick sat and was exhausted with me. He gave me a blessing and talked to me when I was nervous. He also brought along 2 - PSP's which were instrumental in me keeping my sanity during those 5 hours of tests, pokings and numerous hospital staff entering my room just as you'd start to fall asleep.
1. I can trust completely in my family.
When we had to leave at 10:00 pm for the ER, Nick's parents came over to watch the kids. They were so supportive and I don't know what we would have done without them. My Mom was on her way out of town, literally ready to walk out the door, when I called her from the hospital. She didn't even hesitate to cancel her trip and come to my rescue in the hospital. She also took care of my kids while I was recooperating. I honestly don't know what I would have done, my family was definitely a support to me during this awful experience.
2. Even when Nick is tired and ornery, he is there for me.
We were at the hospital from 10:00 pm through all the next day. They took me into surgery at 3:00 am, and the whole time before that Nick sat and was exhausted with me. He gave me a blessing and talked to me when I was nervous. He also brought along 2 - PSP's which were instrumental in me keeping my sanity during those 5 hours of tests, pokings and numerous hospital staff entering my room just as you'd start to fall asleep.
First Time at a Shooting Range
I met these absolutely amazing girls when I solicited for artists at Marriott to help with our Associate Appreciation Week. We became instant friends and now once a month we have Girl's Night. This was our first Girl's Night. We decided to go to the Shooting Range at Doug's Shoot N' Sports. We rented a Ruger 1022, Ruger Mach 3 Target, Ruger P495 and a HK VSP. In lamen's terms 3 hand guns and a rifle. The guys at the store were so nice, they showed us repeatedly how to hold and load the guns and were so patient with our crazy girl-ness.
First Vacation Without Kids
Since we had Asher in 2007 we haven't taken a vacation without our kids. In July we headed to Las Vegas with Nick's parents, we were there 3 days and did nothing but relax, read and shop. We didn't go into a single casino, we didn't see any shows, we just chilled. It was so relaxing and while I missed our kids I didn't want to come home. It was refreshing to be able to read a book for more than 5 minutes without being interrupted to "wipe a bummy", feed a baby or change a diaper. I definitely think that we'll have one of these every year because we need a sanity break, like a Kit Kat.
First Strip Dance Class
This wasn't really a strip class because we didn't strip so much as dance sexy in huge heels. We are always looking for new, exciting things to do. So rather than Sky Diving, which is insanely expensive, we took a "Taboo Fitness" class at The Pearl. I felt sexy and had so much fun. I laughed really hard, stumbled a lot and learned priceless moves!
I look forward to more firsts this year, and maybe some lasts but they'll definitely be memorable.
(August 6, 2011)
(August 6, 2011)
Upgraded Potions
For those of you who don't know me at all, you crappy friends, I love, love, LOVE Harry Potter. I had collected so much memorabilia, that by the time I was pregnant with Asher it was a no brainer when we were trying to figure out how to decorate his room.
Asher moved rooms, and now Emery is in Asher's old room. Harry Potter is a great neutral for either gender. The top row of pictures are the old potion bottles that were on her window sill. The following pictures are the new and improved bottles. I like them so much better and they turned out awesome. I found the labels on sale on Etsy. I bought a jpg of the labels, so that I could adjust the size, it was only $4. Then I bought all the glassware for 50% off at Hobby Lobby, my favorite store ever!!!!
I tried to get fillers that matched the labels. I used chow mein noodles for the Earthworms, tiny puff balls for spider eggs, large seed beads for alligator tears and glitter for moon dust. I coated the inside of the Octopus Ink and Love Potion with acrylic paint, and I'm still trying to figure out what to put in the Eternal Life. I'm doing a lot of improvements, to our house so keep your eyes posted over the next couple weeks.
You can click on the pictures to make them larger. (July 18, 2011)
Asher moved rooms, and now Emery is in Asher's old room. Harry Potter is a great neutral for either gender. The top row of pictures are the old potion bottles that were on her window sill. The following pictures are the new and improved bottles. I like them so much better and they turned out awesome. I found the labels on sale on Etsy. I bought a jpg of the labels, so that I could adjust the size, it was only $4. Then I bought all the glassware for 50% off at Hobby Lobby, my favorite store ever!!!!
I tried to get fillers that matched the labels. I used chow mein noodles for the Earthworms, tiny puff balls for spider eggs, large seed beads for alligator tears and glitter for moon dust. I coated the inside of the Octopus Ink and Love Potion with acrylic paint, and I'm still trying to figure out what to put in the Eternal Life. I'm doing a lot of improvements, to our house so keep your eyes posted over the next couple weeks.
You can click on the pictures to make them larger. (July 18, 2011)
S'more Teachers
I can't take any credit for this super cute idea, I found the idea and s'more tags on Sugardoodle.net. I made these for all the teachers in our Primary, they do such a wonderful job and I wanted to let them know how much we appreciate them.
I found that the Kroger Graham Crackers come in squares, rather than the long sheets, which made this so much easier and I think much cuter.
I also had left over S'more material from a Girl's Camp, which I placed in the bottom of each bag. I can't wait to give this to our teachers. (July 18, 2011)
I found that the Kroger Graham Crackers come in squares, rather than the long sheets, which made this so much easier and I think much cuter.
I also had left over S'more material from a Girl's Camp, which I placed in the bottom of each bag. I can't wait to give this to our teachers. (July 18, 2011)
Two 2 Liters of Blood
Since I began attempting to face my fears of blood and needles, I've moved leaps and bounds toward no longer letting this fear define me. That doesn't mean that I haven't stumbled, fallen and outright sprinted backwards occassionally, but I can't believe how far I've progressed.
Back in February I had an unimaginable experience. I have now stayed at LDS Hospital 3 times. Twice, during the birth of my two kids and once for an Emergency.
At around 2:00 pm on February 18th, I went to Wendy's with the kids for lunch. We got the usual, and headed home. About an hour after this I got what felt like severe cramps. I took a nap hoping that they would subside by the time I woke up. The kids let me sleep for about 30 minutes, and then graciously woke me up. :) I still felt pretty sick and was still in pain, I tried to make it to the bathroom and I passed out on the floor. I woke up to Asher standing over me, saying, "Mommy, you okay?" I needless to say, was not okay. The pain had moved into my right side and I had a sharp pain every time I inhaled. I got to the phone and called Nick and told him that I might need him to come home, but I'd keep him posted. I again tried to make it to the bathroom and passed out again. My best friend became the cool tile floor as I lay there trying to figure out what the hell to do. I told Nick he needed to come home, and I laid on the bathroom floor waiting for him.
I told him what was wrong, and I took some Aleve and some Peptol. I waited for another couple hours, hoping that this would help. When it didn't we called my brother-in-law who is a PA (Physician's Assistant) and asked for his advice, he said that when people complain of chest pain they give them Mylanta. Nick grabbed some from the store and we tried that. About an hour later I was in so much pain that I couldn't breathe. I'd been holding out hope that my symptoms would magically heal themselves. My fear of doctors, hospitals and blood keep me in pain for more than 8 hours. I finally threw in the towel and told Nick to take me to the ER, Nick's parents were nice enough to come over at 10:00 pm and watch the kids.
I went to the Emergency Room with a severe pain in my right side and left shoulder. As soon as I got into a room I was hooked up to an IV and had blood drawn. There was a nuse, Erin, in the ER was so amazing. Not only did she have a soothing bedside manner, but I felt like I had a friend with me during such an trying visit. She laughed with me, put me at ease and was just such a strength during my whole visit.
Dr. Gregory said that it was a little stumped because of my myriad of symptoms which weren't directly pointing him to any one diagnosis. He had them do an EKG and a Cat Scan looking for blood clots or any abnormalities. When I went through the Cat Scan they found that I had a 10 cm ruptured cyst on my left ovary, and that I had lost 1.5 liters of blood into my stomach. Dr. Gregory came in and told me the diagnosis and that Dr. Johnson was going to review my case and see how he thought we should proceed. During this time my Hematocrit, which is usually supposed to be at least 35-45 dropped to 25. It was now 3:00 am. One of the Ob/Gyn doctors, Dr. Johnson decided to operate immediately. They ended up having to give me a 4 unit blood transfusion, or 2 - 2 liters worth, but the surgery went well. After 90 minutes in the OR, I woke groggily at about 7:00 am to a concerned and extremely tired husband. I don't know what I would have done without Dr. Gregory and Dr. Johnson. If it weren't for Dr. Gregory's intuition to give me a Cat Scan, I might have bled out before they could have given me surgery.
I was taken to the Maternity floor to recooperate. At this point I decided to call my parents. They were on their way out of town for a Photography Convention in Vegas. My Mom and Dad rushed right over. I had to be given an IV and Oxygen throughout that day to keep my heartrate and blood pressure at the right levels. They attended me all day Saturday and after a few more tests I was able to go home Saturday night. My Mom spent the next 4 days taking care of me, watching my kids and just being amazing. I honestly don't know what I would have done without her.
My stitches eventually dissolved, I stopped overeacting at stomach pains and have healed nicely. I was out of work for a week. I was on a completely emotional roller coaster, and experienced so many emotions in less than 24 hours. From trepidation to worry, from anxiety to thankfulness.
When I think that I could have bled out and honestly died, I am just so thankful for doctors that don't cheat their way through medical school, and for family who are willing to help out when you need it most.
Today I went for a routine check-up to the doctor. He said that he needed to draw blood, and my immediate reaction was, well I'll come back in a few days with Nick. I've never gotten blood drawn without him there. I decided to give it a try by myself. I made the lady lay me down, so I wouldn't end up sprawled on the floor and I DID IT! I know it seems like such a small thing, but this is monumental for me. I'm grateful that people can grow and progress and not be tethered by fears and scary memories.
I've posted a link below so that you can see just how deeply rooted this phobia was.
Back in February I had an unimaginable experience. I have now stayed at LDS Hospital 3 times. Twice, during the birth of my two kids and once for an Emergency.
At around 2:00 pm on February 18th, I went to Wendy's with the kids for lunch. We got the usual, and headed home. About an hour after this I got what felt like severe cramps. I took a nap hoping that they would subside by the time I woke up. The kids let me sleep for about 30 minutes, and then graciously woke me up. :) I still felt pretty sick and was still in pain, I tried to make it to the bathroom and I passed out on the floor. I woke up to Asher standing over me, saying, "Mommy, you okay?" I needless to say, was not okay. The pain had moved into my right side and I had a sharp pain every time I inhaled. I got to the phone and called Nick and told him that I might need him to come home, but I'd keep him posted. I again tried to make it to the bathroom and passed out again. My best friend became the cool tile floor as I lay there trying to figure out what the hell to do. I told Nick he needed to come home, and I laid on the bathroom floor waiting for him.
I told him what was wrong, and I took some Aleve and some Peptol. I waited for another couple hours, hoping that this would help. When it didn't we called my brother-in-law who is a PA (Physician's Assistant) and asked for his advice, he said that when people complain of chest pain they give them Mylanta. Nick grabbed some from the store and we tried that. About an hour later I was in so much pain that I couldn't breathe. I'd been holding out hope that my symptoms would magically heal themselves. My fear of doctors, hospitals and blood keep me in pain for more than 8 hours. I finally threw in the towel and told Nick to take me to the ER, Nick's parents were nice enough to come over at 10:00 pm and watch the kids.
I went to the Emergency Room with a severe pain in my right side and left shoulder. As soon as I got into a room I was hooked up to an IV and had blood drawn. There was a nuse, Erin, in the ER was so amazing. Not only did she have a soothing bedside manner, but I felt like I had a friend with me during such an trying visit. She laughed with me, put me at ease and was just such a strength during my whole visit.
Dr. Gregory said that it was a little stumped because of my myriad of symptoms which weren't directly pointing him to any one diagnosis. He had them do an EKG and a Cat Scan looking for blood clots or any abnormalities. When I went through the Cat Scan they found that I had a 10 cm ruptured cyst on my left ovary, and that I had lost 1.5 liters of blood into my stomach. Dr. Gregory came in and told me the diagnosis and that Dr. Johnson was going to review my case and see how he thought we should proceed. During this time my Hematocrit, which is usually supposed to be at least 35-45 dropped to 25. It was now 3:00 am. One of the Ob/Gyn doctors, Dr. Johnson decided to operate immediately. They ended up having to give me a 4 unit blood transfusion, or 2 - 2 liters worth, but the surgery went well. After 90 minutes in the OR, I woke groggily at about 7:00 am to a concerned and extremely tired husband. I don't know what I would have done without Dr. Gregory and Dr. Johnson. If it weren't for Dr. Gregory's intuition to give me a Cat Scan, I might have bled out before they could have given me surgery.
I was taken to the Maternity floor to recooperate. At this point I decided to call my parents. They were on their way out of town for a Photography Convention in Vegas. My Mom and Dad rushed right over. I had to be given an IV and Oxygen throughout that day to keep my heartrate and blood pressure at the right levels. They attended me all day Saturday and after a few more tests I was able to go home Saturday night. My Mom spent the next 4 days taking care of me, watching my kids and just being amazing. I honestly don't know what I would have done without her.
My stitches eventually dissolved, I stopped overeacting at stomach pains and have healed nicely. I was out of work for a week. I was on a completely emotional roller coaster, and experienced so many emotions in less than 24 hours. From trepidation to worry, from anxiety to thankfulness.
When I think that I could have bled out and honestly died, I am just so thankful for doctors that don't cheat their way through medical school, and for family who are willing to help out when you need it most.
Today I went for a routine check-up to the doctor. He said that he needed to draw blood, and my immediate reaction was, well I'll come back in a few days with Nick. I've never gotten blood drawn without him there. I decided to give it a try by myself. I made the lady lay me down, so I wouldn't end up sprawled on the floor and I DID IT! I know it seems like such a small thing, but this is monumental for me. I'm grateful that people can grow and progress and not be tethered by fears and scary memories.
I've posted a link below so that you can see just how deeply rooted this phobia was.
Fears and Hemophobia Blog
Utah Arts Festival
So I was feeling ambitious and Nick usually won't go to big events with me. He hates crowds and thinks that no event is worth the throngs of obnoxious people. I believe this also, but am willing to take a chance now and then.
I heard two co-workers mention the Utah Arts Festival, and thought it would be fun to take the kids. One of my friends at work used to do face painting for them, and one year my friend Jess dressed up as a mascot for them. She was a huge, artsy paint palette, which wasn't really apparent, unless you squinted and used a lot of imagination. In the 90 degree weather she was a trooper!!
We paid $10 to park under the library which was totally worth it! Having my car cool minutes after entering was well worth the moola! We decided to break in our new wagon, which was a God send. I was hoping to be able to look at the booths of art and jewelry and artistic wares more closely and possibly purchase something, but the kids would only allow a quick glance down each aisle before they started to get restless. They had a fun kids area with different playgrounds, and several sand boxes each with different colored sand.
I heard two co-workers mention the Utah Arts Festival, and thought it would be fun to take the kids. One of my friends at work used to do face painting for them, and one year my friend Jess dressed up as a mascot for them. She was a huge, artsy paint palette, which wasn't really apparent, unless you squinted and used a lot of imagination. In the 90 degree weather she was a trooper!!
We paid $10 to park under the library which was totally worth it! Having my car cool minutes after entering was well worth the moola! We decided to break in our new wagon, which was a God send. I was hoping to be able to look at the booths of art and jewelry and artistic wares more closely and possibly purchase something, but the kids would only allow a quick glance down each aisle before they started to get restless. They had a fun kids area with different playgrounds, and several sand boxes each with different colored sand.
Emery was such a good girl and was totally content to sit in the grass. As long as I threw her Cheerios fairly frequently.
They had another kids area, where different organizations had set up booths and you could go to each booth and create something. One of the booths had different musical instruments that the kids could try. We attempted the trumpet, but Asher got all shy and just kept rubbing his eyes while the guy kept trying to get him to blow a raspberry. We headed over to the String Instruments and had a little better luck.
They had these little sculptures all over in the kids area.
Here are a couple pictures of various booths. At the end I let the kids play in the fountain at the Library. The water felt so good and they had so much fun till Asher decided to jump in place and slipped and hit his head and got completely soaked. Unfortunately I don't have a picture of that, I was a little busy trying to console him and make sure that Emery didn't eat the plant that he'd gotten from one of the booths. It was really fun and I'm glad I went but when I got home, the first thing I said to Nick was, "You're definitely coming with me next year!"
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Written June 29, 2011
Associate Appreciation Week 2011
Marriott's Associate Appreciation Week is my biggest event of the year. I usually start planning around February and I work around the clock and even from home to make sure that everything gets done. This year I was determined to make it better than last year, and I was quite ambitious with my themes. This required me to solicit help from fellow associates at Marriott with art backgrounds. We created so many amazing arts pieces, and everything turned out perfectly!
Kenya
May 17 2011
I tried to do pictures each day, I made these necklaces and head pieces with nylon trim, hot glue and felt. I looked at some authentic African costumes, and based them on those. We took pictures in front of a green screen and I am currently in the process of tranposing them onto safari backgrounds. Instant Kenyan Safari!
I needed inexpensive centerpieces for each day. I found these boxes at Hobby Lobby and Modge Podged animal print paper onto them. I then cut out animal silhouettes and modge podged them on top. I also made a mobile for each table. Each mobile was a different animal and had the Name, Silhouette, Skin and Animal fact.
One of my artists, Tracy Hall, found these African masks online. We used a projector to make these larger and traced them onto posterboard, we then painted them by hand, cut them out and glued them onto bright colored posterboard.
For a craft, we made embroidery floss bracelets. We had a couple people demonstrate how to make them, and passed out the instructions and floss.
One of my artists, Tracy Hall, found these African masks online. We used a projector to make these larger and traced them onto posterboard, we then painted them by hand, cut them out and glued them onto bright colored posterboard.
For a craft, we made embroidery floss bracelets. We had a couple people demonstrate how to make them, and passed out the instructions and floss.
India
May 18, 2011
My goal was to make an Indian Market in our conference Room. We had different booths for each activity. We catered in some Curry Chicken and Rice which everyone loved. We also had ice cream with toasted coconut.
My artists and I practiced Henna for over a month, making sure that each of our designs could be completed in under 3 minutes each. We wanted to make sure that everyone that wanted one, could get one. We also used some of the left over Henna and went all out!
We created a life sized elephant out of a thick base styrofoam. Janelle, painted the entire thing. She's an Art Major and was more than up to the task. Tracy, designed all the art work on the elephant and Janelle painted him. We never did give him a name . . .
All my Artists
Back Row: Josh, Tracy, Janelle, Me, Susan, Kathy, Kris Front Row: Tina, Sara, TaLena, Amanda, Maria
Egypt
May 19, 2011
Egypt was a challenge at first, but was one of my favorites. Our General Manager, Lee, was awesome enough to dress as a Pharaoh and take pictures with all the associates.
We created an 8 foot tall Pyramid, and bought some palm fronds and pharaoh accessories as props. You can see the pyramid better in the picture below.
We painted boxes and lined them up at an angle, so that as you walked in the room, it looked like you were walking into a pyramid.
I couldn't find an Egyptian food that was easy enough to cook without a stove, and that most of our 520 associates would enjoy. We relented and did a normal American breakfast, but did make a super yummy "Raspberry Mint Cairo Cooler" which was a hit!!
We created an 8 foot tall Pyramid, and bought some palm fronds and pharaoh accessories as props. You can see the pyramid better in the picture below.
We painted boxes and lined them up at an angle, so that as you walked in the room, it looked like you were walking into a pyramid.
I couldn't find an Egyptian food that was easy enough to cook without a stove, and that most of our 520 associates would enjoy. We relented and did a normal American breakfast, but did make a super yummy "Raspberry Mint Cairo Cooler" which was a hit!!
These Egyptian murals took up the majority of our time, but turned out absolutely amazing! We used 2" thick styrofoam sheets from Home Depot. We burned the edges with sautering irons to make them look aged and then beat the edges with rocks. I found some similar looking pictures online and we projected them onto the Styrofoam and traced them. We then painted them by hand, which took at least 2 weeks of pretty constant work. We hung them from ripped fabric and they were the hit of the day. A couple people suggested we sell them online, but I'm keeping them. I couldn't part with them!
I created a Hieroglyphic frame for each persons name. I found a font online that put the person's letters into hieroglyphics and they turned out so awesome. I even had some people request them for their kids and grand kids.
I think that after 5 years of these, I'm starting to get the hang of it. This was definitely the smoothest running year. I had also planned a "Watering Hole Dunk Tank" for our managers, and a Egyptian Sand Castle contest, but because of the weather we had to cancel them. I'm already thinking of ideas for next year, and crossing my fingers for a bigger budget.
