I live in Colorado right now, it's the era of DNC. It's big news around here, you'd think you'd landed in Donkey Land. Which is ironic cuz Bronco's Haters call the Bronco's the Donkey's...but anyway.....
Michelle Obama's speech tonight rocked my world. She got up there, said what she needed to say and stood tall for her man and what she believes in. I almost cried (I am strangely void of emotion in recent months, perhaps I've cried out all my tears finally?) and made Max watch it, cuz it's a monumental time in our culture.
She was amazing, plain and simple. I would be honored to have her as our first lady, because in spite of what many people might say about my politics, I DO love this country and I DO appreciate all the sacrifice that has occurred in order for me to live as a young, single mother with an education and a great job in this culture. Yes, it could be better....but that's what life is, there's always room for improvement.
Well done, I salute you girl!
Monday, August 25, 2008
Meme ( as borrowed from Crystal)
Every day, I would like to:
1. Practice greatfullness, compassion & kindess.
2. Hug & Kiss my baby boy.
3. Excercise (preferrabley outside.)
4. Laugh
Every week, I would like to:
1. Visit with friends & family.
2. Nap in the middle of the afternoon.
3. Get to the mountains, ocean or other things nature.
4. Write at least 3 x's in my blogg, journal, poetry/short stories.
In three months, I would like to:
1. Have settled into a manageable and reasonable excercise regime to keep improving the health and strength of my body.
2. See Matt get out of the hospital.
3. Have found the perfect place to move to.
4. Give my attention and efforts to those in my life who need me.
Before next year, I would like to:
1. Loose 20 lbs and attended all physical therapy sessions.
2. Obtain my Microsoft Certification (.Net Developer.)
3. Begin rebuilding my life financially.
4. Get my ass to Red Rocks for a concert, it's been too long!
In two to five years, I would like to:
1. Begin helping Max look at life after high school.
2. Begin setting goals for myself after Max is out of high school.
3. Go on vacation outside of Colorado.
4. Committ to my next tattoo and begin that work.
Before I die, I would like to:
1. Fall in love again and possibley consider marriage.
2. Travel out of the country.
3. Visit my father's grave.
4. Work with homeless/battered women and children.
*********
Eight Things: A Meme
8 things I am passionate about:
- Tolerance
- Compassion
- Kindness
- Love
- The Pursuit Of Knowledge
- Animals
- Children
- World Peace
8 books I've read and enjoyed:
- The Tao Te Ching (Many versions)
- Eat, Pray, Love
- This Much I Know Is True
- The Prophet
- The Time Traveler's Wife
- Blue Shoes
- When The Messenger Is Hot
- The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
8 words/phrases that I say often:
- DOOD!
- It is what it is.
- Max or Max James!
- Gaia, you are a BAD KITTY! That's MY potpie, bad Mr. Kitty!
- Wow
- Yes
- Thank You
- Please
8 things I want to do before I die:
- Travel all over the world.
- Work/volunteer with animals.
- Have completed a quarter sleeve on my right arm.
- See my son find love and marry.
- See my grandchildren into the world.
- Have found forgiveness.
- Learn to ride a motorcycle.
- Go back to school.
8 things I've learned in my life:
- Change is the only consistent permanent.
- The people you love in life can be gone in an instant.
- Joy can be found in every day, even on the ones that don't feel so joyous.
- Time does heal, slowly but surely.
- Karma is a real thing and it doesn't mess around.
- Love isn't someting I can ever stop doing.
- Grab opportunities as they present themselves, even if you feel unsure of it.
- Trusting until you are given a reason not to isn't something I can ever give up on, but if you are given a reason not to, stop the trust, be done with it and move on.
8 places I want to see:
- New Zealand
- Rome
- New York
- India
- The Carribean
- Jamaica Mon
- Can Cun
- Brazil
8 things I currently want/need:
- For Matt to get stabilized
- Restful Sleep (sleeping w/a cast sucks)
- To get back to work
- To loose 20 lbs
- For Max to understand the basic importance of feeding the cats
- Someone to come help clean my house
- To be able to drive
- Sunlight
1. Practice greatfullness, compassion & kindess.
2. Hug & Kiss my baby boy.
3. Excercise (preferrabley outside.)
4. Laugh
Every week, I would like to:
1. Visit with friends & family.
2. Nap in the middle of the afternoon.
3. Get to the mountains, ocean or other things nature.
4. Write at least 3 x's in my blogg, journal, poetry/short stories.
In three months, I would like to:
1. Have settled into a manageable and reasonable excercise regime to keep improving the health and strength of my body.
2. See Matt get out of the hospital.
3. Have found the perfect place to move to.
4. Give my attention and efforts to those in my life who need me.
Before next year, I would like to:
1. Loose 20 lbs and attended all physical therapy sessions.
2. Obtain my Microsoft Certification (.Net Developer.)
3. Begin rebuilding my life financially.
4. Get my ass to Red Rocks for a concert, it's been too long!
In two to five years, I would like to:
1. Begin helping Max look at life after high school.
2. Begin setting goals for myself after Max is out of high school.
3. Go on vacation outside of Colorado.
4. Committ to my next tattoo and begin that work.
Before I die, I would like to:
1. Fall in love again and possibley consider marriage.
2. Travel out of the country.
3. Visit my father's grave.
4. Work with homeless/battered women and children.
*********
Eight Things: A Meme
8 things I am passionate about:
- Tolerance
- Compassion
- Kindness
- Love
- The Pursuit Of Knowledge
- Animals
- Children
- World Peace
8 books I've read and enjoyed:
- The Tao Te Ching (Many versions)
- Eat, Pray, Love
- This Much I Know Is True
- The Prophet
- The Time Traveler's Wife
- Blue Shoes
- When The Messenger Is Hot
- The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night-Time
8 words/phrases that I say often:
- DOOD!
- It is what it is.
- Max or Max James!
- Gaia, you are a BAD KITTY! That's MY potpie, bad Mr. Kitty!
- Wow
- Yes
- Thank You
- Please
8 things I want to do before I die:
- Travel all over the world.
- Work/volunteer with animals.
- Have completed a quarter sleeve on my right arm.
- See my son find love and marry.
- See my grandchildren into the world.
- Have found forgiveness.
- Learn to ride a motorcycle.
- Go back to school.
8 things I've learned in my life:
- Change is the only consistent permanent.
- The people you love in life can be gone in an instant.
- Joy can be found in every day, even on the ones that don't feel so joyous.
- Time does heal, slowly but surely.
- Karma is a real thing and it doesn't mess around.
- Love isn't someting I can ever stop doing.
- Grab opportunities as they present themselves, even if you feel unsure of it.
- Trusting until you are given a reason not to isn't something I can ever give up on, but if you are given a reason not to, stop the trust, be done with it and move on.
8 places I want to see:
- New Zealand
- Rome
- New York
- India
- The Carribean
- Jamaica Mon
- Can Cun
- Brazil
8 things I currently want/need:
- For Matt to get stabilized
- Restful Sleep (sleeping w/a cast sucks)
- To get back to work
- To loose 20 lbs
- For Max to understand the basic importance of feeding the cats
- Someone to come help clean my house
- To be able to drive
- Sunlight
Monday, August 18, 2008
How to not take things personally.....
My son had an assignment for school in which he was to prepare a "Me-Bag." This bag was to represent, amongst many other things, his favorite music, activities, experiences and people. He choose pictures, items from his room, songs from his iPod and so on to do so. He do a fairly thorough job and I was pleased with the effort he took in doing this assignment.
Except, that I couldn't help but notice that Max basically FILLED his entire photo album with pictures of his Dad and his Dad's family.
HUH? WTF?
Ok ok, so I shouldn't take this personally. Max has the right to feel how he feels about his Dad and his Dad's family, however delusional (doh, that wasn't very nice was it?) Alot of his memories of them are very "fun" memories in that they only get to DO the FUN stuff with Max, like take him on vacations to Florida and spend the money they make on buying him toys and gadgets and other things instead of things like you know, food and making sure he has health insurance. They are grandparents, that's what they get to do! Lucky lucky. I realize that, I get it. But it's hard to deny that it hurt me that there was not a single picture of me or my family in that album. Not a SINGLE one.
UM, HELLO!
It's no secret that Max basically can't stand me half the time right now. I represent all that is fundmentally obnoxious in his world right now. Responsibility, accountability and the glaring truth that this little family we've created may be minus the "traditional" aspects of a family, but that we still love each other and stick by each other no matter what and that sometimes means that I screw up to. Clearly, I am not the picture of perfection. That's fair. Totally.
BUT.....
Not even one photo of the several hundred of he and I? I'm like okay so the last almost 17 years (I have to count the time I was actually pregnant with the boy becuase that was pretty intense too) have little relevance in the mind of a self-absorbed teenager when he's discussing the most notable moments of his life thus far with his classmates.
So how does a mom NOT take that personally?
Except, that I couldn't help but notice that Max basically FILLED his entire photo album with pictures of his Dad and his Dad's family.
HUH? WTF?
Ok ok, so I shouldn't take this personally. Max has the right to feel how he feels about his Dad and his Dad's family, however delusional (doh, that wasn't very nice was it?) Alot of his memories of them are very "fun" memories in that they only get to DO the FUN stuff with Max, like take him on vacations to Florida and spend the money they make on buying him toys and gadgets and other things instead of things like you know, food and making sure he has health insurance. They are grandparents, that's what they get to do! Lucky lucky. I realize that, I get it. But it's hard to deny that it hurt me that there was not a single picture of me or my family in that album. Not a SINGLE one.
UM, HELLO!
It's no secret that Max basically can't stand me half the time right now. I represent all that is fundmentally obnoxious in his world right now. Responsibility, accountability and the glaring truth that this little family we've created may be minus the "traditional" aspects of a family, but that we still love each other and stick by each other no matter what and that sometimes means that I screw up to. Clearly, I am not the picture of perfection. That's fair. Totally.
BUT.....
Not even one photo of the several hundred of he and I? I'm like okay so the last almost 17 years (I have to count the time I was actually pregnant with the boy becuase that was pretty intense too) have little relevance in the mind of a self-absorbed teenager when he's discussing the most notable moments of his life thus far with his classmates.
So how does a mom NOT take that personally?
Wednesday, August 13, 2008
Why I Love Colorado.....
Snow in summer.
Yes folks, they are forecasting SNOW on Friday & Saturday, even though it is 90 degree's today, we are supposedly going to see thunder snow this weekend which is quite the event if you've never experienced it. It's sort of eery actually, because snow has this isolating effect for me and then there's this ominous booming from up above from no obvious source....it's sort of disorienting. BUT very cool and I enjoy it in all it's disorienting glory.
Very cool and this, is Why I *Heart* Colorado. It's about as back assward as I am:)
Yes folks, they are forecasting SNOW on Friday & Saturday, even though it is 90 degree's today, we are supposedly going to see thunder snow this weekend which is quite the event if you've never experienced it. It's sort of eery actually, because snow has this isolating effect for me and then there's this ominous booming from up above from no obvious source....it's sort of disorienting. BUT very cool and I enjoy it in all it's disorienting glory.
Very cool and this, is Why I *Heart* Colorado. It's about as back assward as I am:)
Monday, August 11, 2008
Forgiveness
I am not sleeping well, so I am doing a lot of reading. Staying up until all hours of the night reading and I'll tell you, reading until 3 AM can have a strong affect on ones mental state. Life already feels pretty dream like as it is, so all this "input" until the wee hours of the night can do a number on a girl.
On my mind lately is forgiveness. Last night I had this moment that was so painfully clear I can hardly believe it took me THIS long to let it come to the forfront:
Forgivness may be the only way for me to ever fully find happiness and clarity within. I've always forgiven on the premis that it is just what is the right thing to do, I honestly am not sure I've spent any real time thinking of the ultimate implications for how forgiving others affects me. To some degree yes, but last night's moment was definately one of "this just might be it girl, keep digging that direction!"
I love those moments, it's part of what makes me feel alive.
On my mind lately is forgiveness. Last night I had this moment that was so painfully clear I can hardly believe it took me THIS long to let it come to the forfront:
Forgivness may be the only way for me to ever fully find happiness and clarity within. I've always forgiven on the premis that it is just what is the right thing to do, I honestly am not sure I've spent any real time thinking of the ultimate implications for how forgiving others affects me. To some degree yes, but last night's moment was definately one of "this just might be it girl, keep digging that direction!"
I love those moments, it's part of what makes me feel alive.
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
Communication
I've recently ran into some minor communication blunders that have puzzled me. I consider myself a fairly capable communicator. I am comfortable communicating on large social levels as well as in one on one scenarios. I enjoy interactions with others a great deal and because part of my personality is so clearly extroverted, I enjoy (at times) processing externally and/or having interactions with others in which they are processing or problem solving with me externally.
However, there was a time in my life, where I felt I spent almost to much time explaining myself. Defending what I meant by this comment or that look so as to avoid confusions with others. I would find myself apologizing and feeling really guilty, wondering if someone had misunderstood me and as a result would have hurt feelings or end up disliking me in some manner.
Through the years, I've felt less inclined to do so. Partly, I believe, because age and experience has provided me with more confidence and I find myself putting MUCH less energy into what others think of me. Time has given me some room to observe others and myself both socially and interpersonally and I have learned to be less concerned about how my communications may be perceived by others as I guess I just generally believe that others will know my intentions are not ill intended or otherwise contain hidden messages of any kind.
However, I am finding out that like all things, there is sort of a balance of the two extremes. How does one articulate confidently, efficiently and effectively without somehow miscommunicating the intended message? I recongize that there are many other factors to consider: Body language, tone of voice, etc...I am wondering if that is where I need to focus my efforts more lately? Or, perhaps I've just gotten lazy and simply assumed that others are going to KNOW what I mean by my messages.
All I know, is that in as many time weeks I've had at least 3 or 4 communications that somehow went awry and I managed to upset, catch off guard or otherwise peeve good friends off without my even knowing I'd done so.
Maybe all the alone time is turning me into a crazy cat lady, one who's loosing touch with her human counterparts. Soon I'll be all like "Meow meow,meow mowoooww?"
:)
However, there was a time in my life, where I felt I spent almost to much time explaining myself. Defending what I meant by this comment or that look so as to avoid confusions with others. I would find myself apologizing and feeling really guilty, wondering if someone had misunderstood me and as a result would have hurt feelings or end up disliking me in some manner.
Through the years, I've felt less inclined to do so. Partly, I believe, because age and experience has provided me with more confidence and I find myself putting MUCH less energy into what others think of me. Time has given me some room to observe others and myself both socially and interpersonally and I have learned to be less concerned about how my communications may be perceived by others as I guess I just generally believe that others will know my intentions are not ill intended or otherwise contain hidden messages of any kind.
However, I am finding out that like all things, there is sort of a balance of the two extremes. How does one articulate confidently, efficiently and effectively without somehow miscommunicating the intended message? I recongize that there are many other factors to consider: Body language, tone of voice, etc...I am wondering if that is where I need to focus my efforts more lately? Or, perhaps I've just gotten lazy and simply assumed that others are going to KNOW what I mean by my messages.
All I know, is that in as many time weeks I've had at least 3 or 4 communications that somehow went awry and I managed to upset, catch off guard or otherwise peeve good friends off without my even knowing I'd done so.
Maybe all the alone time is turning me into a crazy cat lady, one who's loosing touch with her human counterparts. Soon I'll be all like "Meow meow,meow mowoooww?"
:)
Thursday, July 31, 2008
2 Weeks
2 weeks since the surgery, all is going well. YAY Me.
Mom went home today, she has been such a blessing, we'll sure miss her.
More soon, just wanted to let everyone know I'm doing ok. I'm a little achy and, but otherwise good.
Mom went home today, she has been such a blessing, we'll sure miss her.
More soon, just wanted to let everyone know I'm doing ok. I'm a little achy and, but otherwise good.
Tuesday, July 29, 2008
How you could even have the balls to look at me and laugh today in Safeway is beyond me. How can YOU laugh at ME? How can you laugh at MY suffering, when so much of is a result of your actions, how can you not see that?
After everything you've done. You've stolen from, cheated, lied, conned and otherwise disrespected me and my entire family. I am sure you've still managed some how to rationalize it in your mind. Cuz you know, you are SUCH a good guy. You are so sound in the karmic sense? You are a good man, a kind man, a compassionate man? Humble and worshipping of the feminne divine, full of integrity and a martry of peace?
I am sure you are still, to this day after having stolen SO much from me, almost everything some might say....are still quite full of your self, still so sure of what kind of man you are, when in fact, you are nothing more than a child.
You make me sick. You aren't even man enough to face me, my son, any of my family. Coward. Narcassistic, self-absorbed slime. To say that I dislike you is an understatement but I can't ever hate you, not really, because it goes against what I believe in. I won't propegate the hate of this world, not on your sorry ass. Your not even worth it.
Besides, I would first have to hate myself for falling for your lies and manipulation and I can never do that. I've already lost enough, I won't loose what's left of my self worth.
Today you may have sealed your fate with the Universe. I keep trying to keep the faith, trying to remember that you will some day reap what you've sown. Right now, it sometimes feels like I am the only one suffering for this mess we made together. I try to remember that someday this will all be over, I even have days where I almost feel sorry for you because you really are screwed on the macro level. You can't do something so horrendous to another person and not have it come back to you, you just can't. At least I hope not, otherwise everything I've always believed in is a lie. You can keep passing it off like it's nothing, denying it. But it will come back to you. I hope that I am already paying for my mistakes and that I can just move on with my life.
I don't have anything else to say right now, I am still shocked that you would be so cruel as to laugh at me while I'm in this condition. You really are scum.
After everything you've done. You've stolen from, cheated, lied, conned and otherwise disrespected me and my entire family. I am sure you've still managed some how to rationalize it in your mind. Cuz you know, you are SUCH a good guy. You are so sound in the karmic sense? You are a good man, a kind man, a compassionate man? Humble and worshipping of the feminne divine, full of integrity and a martry of peace?
I am sure you are still, to this day after having stolen SO much from me, almost everything some might say....are still quite full of your self, still so sure of what kind of man you are, when in fact, you are nothing more than a child.
You make me sick. You aren't even man enough to face me, my son, any of my family. Coward. Narcassistic, self-absorbed slime. To say that I dislike you is an understatement but I can't ever hate you, not really, because it goes against what I believe in. I won't propegate the hate of this world, not on your sorry ass. Your not even worth it.
Besides, I would first have to hate myself for falling for your lies and manipulation and I can never do that. I've already lost enough, I won't loose what's left of my self worth.
Today you may have sealed your fate with the Universe. I keep trying to keep the faith, trying to remember that you will some day reap what you've sown. Right now, it sometimes feels like I am the only one suffering for this mess we made together. I try to remember that someday this will all be over, I even have days where I almost feel sorry for you because you really are screwed on the macro level. You can't do something so horrendous to another person and not have it come back to you, you just can't. At least I hope not, otherwise everything I've always believed in is a lie. You can keep passing it off like it's nothing, denying it. But it will come back to you. I hope that I am already paying for my mistakes and that I can just move on with my life.
I don't have anything else to say right now, I am still shocked that you would be so cruel as to laugh at me while I'm in this condition. You really are scum.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
07/14/2008 Update
Hi All,
Hope your summer is treating you well, it's a hot one on this side of the world that's for sure!
My surgery is sheduled for Wednesday at 1 PM, it will last 1 - 3 hours depending on how badly damaged my ligaments and bones are. I am expected to recover well and likely have
I will be pretty out of it for the first few days, you likely won't hear much from me for the next week or two. I am really not allowed to do much except ice and elevate, ice and elevate. And then, ice and elevate again:) After that I will steadily be more available (hopefully) and expect to return to working from hnome b mid August.
Hope you are all well, I'll keep you posted as more info becomes available.
Much love
S
Hope your summer is treating you well, it's a hot one on this side of the world that's for sure!
My surgery is sheduled for Wednesday at 1 PM, it will last 1 - 3 hours depending on how badly damaged my ligaments and bones are. I am expected to recover well and likely have
I will be pretty out of it for the first few days, you likely won't hear much from me for the next week or two. I am really not allowed to do much except ice and elevate, ice and elevate. And then, ice and elevate again:) After that I will steadily be more available (hopefully) and expect to return to working from hnome b mid August.
Hope you are all well, I'll keep you posted as more info becomes available.
Much love
S
Wednesday, July 09, 2008
07/09/08 Update
Hello All,
You are receiving this because you have requested that I keep you in the loop
about my current situation or I figured you may not have the detail and I should
fill you in. I apologize for not being more personal, but it’s about the best I
can do right now.
A few weeks ago, while on vacation in WA, I slipped down a small flight of
stairs and busted my right leg up pretty badly. At first we thought it was just
a bad sprain, but the pain was pretty severe and I heard crunching when I fell.
We were staying at my dear friends Dane & Crystal’s at the time. We were
supposed to be wrapping up our vacation there and heading home. The Universe
had different plans for moiJ
As it turned out, my fibula is broken in one spot, as well as two smaller
fractures beneath it closer to my foot. The fibula (for those of you who don’t
know, because I didn’t know) is the small leg bone next to your tibia. So, the
dr. at the urgent care facility gave me a boot, some pain meds and sent me on my
way, insisting I see a podiatrist/orthopedic specialist upon our return to CO. I was also
under strict instruction NOT to fly, so we had to postpone our flight and we
didn’t return to Denver until Tuesday 07/02/2008 (postponed from Sunday
06/29/2008.) With the 4th of July holiday; I wasn’t able to get into Drs until
today.
Today, Mom came and took me to the Drs, more x-rays were done and unfortunately,
my fears about surgery were solidified and I am scheduled for surgery Wednesday
or Thursday next week (07/16 or 07/18.) They are going to plate my fibula and
insert screws to get everything back to normal. I’m going to have hardware, woo
hoo! I’ll set off alarms at airports for real now.
The prognosis thus far is that I will be in recovery mode from surgery for a
minimum of two weeks after the surgery, most likely I won’t be able to work from
home at all during that time. Thus far, I’ve been lucky enough to still be able
to work some hours from home and I should be able to continue working from home
after that 2 week period is finished (hopefully, dr said some folks take up to 4 weeks to
get past the initial surgery depending on pain and what not.)
I will have a hard cast for 4 – 6 weeks after surgery; it is my right foot so I
am unable to drive. I will be in a boot cast for another 4 weeks after that.
We are looking at a minimum of 2 –3 months recovery time. Like the doc said, I
sure didn’t mess around on this one! Apparently when I hurt myself I do it up
right!
I am not 100% sure about what's going to happen with work, I need to get with my
boss and see what's the best for everyone involved. I am lucky to have a pretty
great employer, my supervisor totally rocks for which I am also grateful. I
feel pretty confident that we'll get things worked out in such a way that
addresses everyones needs. Some people might think I am nuts, but I will miss
being in the office these weeks. I'll miss my coworkers, that's for sure.
A lot of people have expressed concern about pain. Right now, I am pretty ok.
They gave me a splint until the surgery, it’s like a soft/half cast type of thing
and it’s not comfortable, but it feels more stable then the boot cast. Bathing
should be interesting with this, argh. Pre surgery, I am going to try and just
stay on the ibuprofens for the most part and maybe some pain meds at night (it’s
usually pretty creepy by the end of the day) and then when the surgery comes
I’ll probably be pretty doped up for the first few weeks. So I’ll be doing a
lot of sleeping I’m sure. Resting people heal quicker, go figure huh?
In the midst of this we have Max starting his sophomore year of high school next
month, I am still unsure of how long we have at the house and I have no idea how
much all of this is going to cost. Thank the gods for insurance, but even with
that and because I will have less income and not mention our regular bills
(food, etc…) it’s still looking a little scary at the moment.
But, I keep telling myself to hang in there. Lots of deep breathes. Again, I
do feel surprisingly positive. Everyone has been so supportive. I need to give extra props
out to Dane for his patience with the situation while I was in WA and to my mom,
Kristen and everyone else who has gone grocery shopping, given me rides,
listened to me cry, brought us food, etc. Thank you so much! I suspect I will
be calling on all of you again in the coming weeks and months, actually you can
pretty much expect it at this point.
And, Max of course deserves a pretty significant high five. We’ve had a few
rough days, but he really has been amazing. I can’t imagine doing this without
him. I also have Thomas (my teddy bear) and two very sweet kitty cats too keep
myecompany.
If I could get the hang of the crutches on the stairs we’d be in good shape. I
never once thought I be in crutches when we moved in this place, ah well, I’m
learning to crab crawl well and my abs and upper body are getting a good work
out that’s for damn sure.
That’s about it for now. I will update more as I can. Keep us in your hearts and thoughts; we need all the good juju we can get right now.
My love to you all
Xo
S
You are receiving this because you have requested that I keep you in the loop
about my current situation or I figured you may not have the detail and I should
fill you in. I apologize for not being more personal, but it’s about the best I
can do right now.
A few weeks ago, while on vacation in WA, I slipped down a small flight of
stairs and busted my right leg up pretty badly. At first we thought it was just
a bad sprain, but the pain was pretty severe and I heard crunching when I fell.
We were staying at my dear friends Dane & Crystal’s at the time. We were
supposed to be wrapping up our vacation there and heading home. The Universe
had different plans for moiJ
As it turned out, my fibula is broken in one spot, as well as two smaller
fractures beneath it closer to my foot. The fibula (for those of you who don’t
know, because I didn’t know) is the small leg bone next to your tibia. So, the
dr. at the urgent care facility gave me a boot, some pain meds and sent me on my
way, insisting I see a podiatrist/orthopedic specialist upon our return to CO. I was also
under strict instruction NOT to fly, so we had to postpone our flight and we
didn’t return to Denver until Tuesday 07/02/2008 (postponed from Sunday
06/29/2008.) With the 4th of July holiday; I wasn’t able to get into Drs until
today.
Today, Mom came and took me to the Drs, more x-rays were done and unfortunately,
my fears about surgery were solidified and I am scheduled for surgery Wednesday
or Thursday next week (07/16 or 07/18.) They are going to plate my fibula and
insert screws to get everything back to normal. I’m going to have hardware, woo
hoo! I’ll set off alarms at airports for real now.
The prognosis thus far is that I will be in recovery mode from surgery for a
minimum of two weeks after the surgery, most likely I won’t be able to work from
home at all during that time. Thus far, I’ve been lucky enough to still be able
to work some hours from home and I should be able to continue working from home
after that 2 week period is finished (hopefully, dr said some folks take up to 4 weeks to
get past the initial surgery depending on pain and what not.)
I will have a hard cast for 4 – 6 weeks after surgery; it is my right foot so I
am unable to drive. I will be in a boot cast for another 4 weeks after that.
We are looking at a minimum of 2 –3 months recovery time. Like the doc said, I
sure didn’t mess around on this one! Apparently when I hurt myself I do it up
right!
I am not 100% sure about what's going to happen with work, I need to get with my
boss and see what's the best for everyone involved. I am lucky to have a pretty
great employer, my supervisor totally rocks for which I am also grateful. I
feel pretty confident that we'll get things worked out in such a way that
addresses everyones needs. Some people might think I am nuts, but I will miss
being in the office these weeks. I'll miss my coworkers, that's for sure.
A lot of people have expressed concern about pain. Right now, I am pretty ok.
They gave me a splint until the surgery, it’s like a soft/half cast type of thing
and it’s not comfortable, but it feels more stable then the boot cast. Bathing
should be interesting with this, argh. Pre surgery, I am going to try and just
stay on the ibuprofens for the most part and maybe some pain meds at night (it’s
usually pretty creepy by the end of the day) and then when the surgery comes
I’ll probably be pretty doped up for the first few weeks. So I’ll be doing a
lot of sleeping I’m sure. Resting people heal quicker, go figure huh?
In the midst of this we have Max starting his sophomore year of high school next
month, I am still unsure of how long we have at the house and I have no idea how
much all of this is going to cost. Thank the gods for insurance, but even with
that and because I will have less income and not mention our regular bills
(food, etc…) it’s still looking a little scary at the moment.
But, I keep telling myself to hang in there. Lots of deep breathes. Again, I
do feel surprisingly positive. Everyone has been so supportive. I need to give extra props
out to Dane for his patience with the situation while I was in WA and to my mom,
Kristen and everyone else who has gone grocery shopping, given me rides,
listened to me cry, brought us food, etc. Thank you so much! I suspect I will
be calling on all of you again in the coming weeks and months, actually you can
pretty much expect it at this point.
And, Max of course deserves a pretty significant high five. We’ve had a few
rough days, but he really has been amazing. I can’t imagine doing this without
him. I also have Thomas (my teddy bear) and two very sweet kitty cats too keep
myecompany.
If I could get the hang of the crutches on the stairs we’d be in good shape. I
never once thought I be in crutches when we moved in this place, ah well, I’m
learning to crab crawl well and my abs and upper body are getting a good work
out that’s for damn sure.
That’s about it for now. I will update more as I can. Keep us in your hearts and thoughts; we need all the good juju we can get right now.
My love to you all
Xo
S
Sunday, July 06, 2008
An Update
I plan to have more detail on our trip to WA up sometime this week.
I am improving daily, I haven't taken any pain meds today yet which makes me happy. I am going to start getting off those and go straight to ibuprofens in the coming week. The swelling has also gone down significantly and blood is beginning to move through the area's, which I have to tell you, is an experience. I can feel the blood moving around in there and things crunch a little and it kind of stings and aches which is a really strange sensation, it's really odd to feel my body actually healing, but interesting too. Since the blood is moving around finally, everything is starting to bruise. Starting to look pretty gnarly, I will be sure to document this via photograph and post accordingly so as to adequately disgust you all:)
I haven't gotten to the orthopedist yet because of the holiday weekend, that will also happen this week.
Max is being pretty great most of the time. I've had to pull rank on him once or twice, remind him that I am simply human and this was an accident and he's really all I've got out here.
It has been an emotionally trying week in a number of ways. MB asked me if the work I mentioned in earlier posts feels less scary still, my answer is yes. Much feels like it is coming full circle for me, it's taken time, but I am getting back on top. A little bit each day, I'm making progress. My friends and family are amazing and supportive, yet comfortable giving me lots of space to come to the light in my own way, on my own terms. I don't even know who I am or what I am going to do with my life, but there seems to be a lot of faith in me anyways. I am grateful for that.
I am ordering pizza for dinner, it's a cop out but it will make Max happy (so he doesn't have to put something in the microwave which is apparently more than should be expected of him today) and me too b/c cheese and veggies on dough makes me happy:) I've been really watching my caloric intake, not today:)
Love to you all, more to come soon!
xo,
S
PS: I watched this fabulous movie about Sex Education in schools called "The Education Of Shelby Knox." It's about a 15 year old girl named Shelby Knox in Lubbox TX (this city at the highest teen pregnancy/STD rate in the USA in 2002) who had taken the purity pledge and also began noticing the increasing numbers of pregnant girls and teens with Gonohrea (it's back, scary!) in her grade. She basically begins a cruscade to educate teens about contraception and safe sex practices. It journals her experiences through the process, including serious backlash from her right-wing Christian community. Good stuff, they should watch it in schools!
I am improving daily, I haven't taken any pain meds today yet which makes me happy. I am going to start getting off those and go straight to ibuprofens in the coming week. The swelling has also gone down significantly and blood is beginning to move through the area's, which I have to tell you, is an experience. I can feel the blood moving around in there and things crunch a little and it kind of stings and aches which is a really strange sensation, it's really odd to feel my body actually healing, but interesting too. Since the blood is moving around finally, everything is starting to bruise. Starting to look pretty gnarly, I will be sure to document this via photograph and post accordingly so as to adequately disgust you all:)
I haven't gotten to the orthopedist yet because of the holiday weekend, that will also happen this week.
Max is being pretty great most of the time. I've had to pull rank on him once or twice, remind him that I am simply human and this was an accident and he's really all I've got out here.
It has been an emotionally trying week in a number of ways. MB asked me if the work I mentioned in earlier posts feels less scary still, my answer is yes. Much feels like it is coming full circle for me, it's taken time, but I am getting back on top. A little bit each day, I'm making progress. My friends and family are amazing and supportive, yet comfortable giving me lots of space to come to the light in my own way, on my own terms. I don't even know who I am or what I am going to do with my life, but there seems to be a lot of faith in me anyways. I am grateful for that.
I am ordering pizza for dinner, it's a cop out but it will make Max happy (so he doesn't have to put something in the microwave which is apparently more than should be expected of him today) and me too b/c cheese and veggies on dough makes me happy:) I've been really watching my caloric intake, not today:)
Love to you all, more to come soon!
xo,
S
PS: I watched this fabulous movie about Sex Education in schools called "The Education Of Shelby Knox." It's about a 15 year old girl named Shelby Knox in Lubbox TX (this city at the highest teen pregnancy/STD rate in the USA in 2002) who had taken the purity pledge and also began noticing the increasing numbers of pregnant girls and teens with Gonohrea (it's back, scary!) in her grade. She basically begins a cruscade to educate teens about contraception and safe sex practices. It journals her experiences through the process, including serious backlash from her right-wing Christian community. Good stuff, they should watch it in schools!
Tuesday, July 01, 2008
You may surprised to know....
We just go home and I am in incredibely high spirits all things considered. My trip to WA was insightful (as it always is) and I came home with a lot of work to do, but none of it feels as scary as it did before I left Colorado.
The trip home was really pretty simple. I am still shocked and awed by the love and support of my friends and family. Dane & Crystal (thanks for that extra squeeze before I got on the plane D, it meant a lot) are saints, there's no way I could've got through these past few days without either of you and Crystal, I promise to blog the spider drama in depthly for later reminsicing:)
I love you all, I promise to detail the trip (with photos) soon. Tonight, it's bed time for us.
Max, you are my hero. You truly are a blessing in every possible way imaginable. I love you.
The trip home was really pretty simple. I am still shocked and awed by the love and support of my friends and family. Dane & Crystal (thanks for that extra squeeze before I got on the plane D, it meant a lot) are saints, there's no way I could've got through these past few days without either of you and Crystal, I promise to blog the spider drama in depthly for later reminsicing:)
I love you all, I promise to detail the trip (with photos) soon. Tonight, it's bed time for us.
Max, you are my hero. You truly are a blessing in every possible way imaginable. I love you.
Saturday, June 28, 2008
Ouch
I am taking a quick moment to blog to a) inform everyone of what a wonderful trip we had in WA and b) to also let everyone know that I broke my fibula in 3 places falling down Crystl's stairs (hard wood, socks, bad combo) and have been instructed not to fly for at least another full day, so we won't be back to Colorado until Tuesday, July 1st 2008.
More to come soon, have some great pics and stories to share, but until then I am going to ice the heck out of my shin/ankle and try not to worry to much about what life on crutches for four weeks is going to be like.
More to come soon, have some great pics and stories to share, but until then I am going to ice the heck out of my shin/ankle and try not to worry to much about what life on crutches for four weeks is going to be like.
Wednesday, June 18, 2008
Brought To You By The Letter....YAY!
My vocabulary actually contains a letter "YAY" so it works for me. I doubt I'll be blogging much while out in WA, but I may try to if I can. In the meantime, here's one of my all time favorite songs EVER for your enjoyment:) I heard it on the way in to work, it seemed the whole world was on a mission to bring happiness my way this morning. A favorite song played, the gas station attendant gave me a free iced tea when I paid for my gas and in spite of traffic, it only took me 17 minutes to get to work today. Not a bad deal!
Loves to you all, I shall return.....
Loves to you all, I shall return.....
Friday, June 13, 2008
I treated myself today at lunch and got the little sampler platter thing from the deli up the street. It costs $5.99 and it has 3 types of cheese, walnuts, grapes and a mini hoagie with some kind of honey drizzled on it that makes a scrumptious base for the before mentioned items all smooshed on top of it. It also comes with a small desert of green apples/strawberries and vanilla yogurt. swooon.
They say that food shouldn't be used to change your mood, but I can't help it. It comes to me both naturally whenever I eat and even when I buy that gluttonous jar of peanut butter that I know will be devoured within 24 hours if it's in my home. And on a Friday such as this, that seems longer then it should considering I'm leaving at 2:30 to face the music, this little treat made me happy and really, what can the harm in that be?
The harm in that is, when you are an instant gratification monger such as myself, it's pretty easy to use food as a crutch rather than as something that should YES be enjoyed, but only in moderation as much as ones body requires for fuel. I've never been able to be that person, who simply only eats when I am hungry. I'm not big on moderation, guess I'm not a very good quitter HA!
Someone told me that once, I shit you not. Years ago when they were trying to quit smoking "I'm not a quitter!" as if it some how implied that this person was fanatically unable to quite ANYTHING and was achieving the utmost success for it, other than the nasty smoking that is.
If I'd never been a smoker, I might make one of those smug comments that some people who never have smoked do like "Just stop!" or "Don't you know how bad that is for you? It's KILLING YOU!"
But I wasn't even tempted, I just thought it was hilarious and filed it away for another day. I understand all to well how hard it is to quite and I assure you, any comments that you friends or family might make aren't going to do anything except make you feel like shit and really, who wants to make their loved ones feel bad on purpose? Not moi.
They say quitting smoking is like quitting heroin. Good gawd that's a horrible thought. I knew a junkie in CA, he lived downstairs in the hotel we lived at for a while with 2 other guys. He was a nice enough guy, but I knew he was messed up. One day I saw him sitting outside on the fire escape just wretching and wretching, I literally thought he was dying, he was kind of green. Sean explained to me that he was detoxing and that people actually do die during heroin withdrawals. Silly Sarah, so youung and naive. I don't see how THAT can be anything like quitting cigarettes, but that's what they say.
I think it's more of folks quitting for the long term, heroin relapse is pretty high I guess as is smoking. Most everyone I know in my own generation has quite umpteen times only to start up again, including myself in little intervals. I was die hard no smoker there for about two years, but now....the weekends creep on me and I have a glass of wine or play video games or talk with Crystal on the phone and that sneaky little bastard practical lights itself and forces me to inhale.
Food and cigarettes, whatya gonna do? My anxiety level has reached it's pique for the day I think. I HATE meeting w/ my attorney and today feels like the big big scary appointment. Once I turn this stuff in and sign some paper work, that's it. It's on. Something about this makes me want to vomit. blech. And then eat and smoke.
Lucky for me, I have some thing very fun to look forward to. One week from now, I'll be in a spa with Crystal & Heather. Doing nothing but.....RELAXING? I won't even know how probably, Crystal will have to talk me down from a few episodes of panic brought on by the residual panic I've been experiencing on a daily basis for over a year now. Nothing like a little fight or flight to get those juices pumping boy....I tell you what!
Till next time, wish me good luck today....
They say that food shouldn't be used to change your mood, but I can't help it. It comes to me both naturally whenever I eat and even when I buy that gluttonous jar of peanut butter that I know will be devoured within 24 hours if it's in my home. And on a Friday such as this, that seems longer then it should considering I'm leaving at 2:30 to face the music, this little treat made me happy and really, what can the harm in that be?
The harm in that is, when you are an instant gratification monger such as myself, it's pretty easy to use food as a crutch rather than as something that should YES be enjoyed, but only in moderation as much as ones body requires for fuel. I've never been able to be that person, who simply only eats when I am hungry. I'm not big on moderation, guess I'm not a very good quitter HA!
Someone told me that once, I shit you not. Years ago when they were trying to quit smoking "I'm not a quitter!" as if it some how implied that this person was fanatically unable to quite ANYTHING and was achieving the utmost success for it, other than the nasty smoking that is.
If I'd never been a smoker, I might make one of those smug comments that some people who never have smoked do like "Just stop!" or "Don't you know how bad that is for you? It's KILLING YOU!"
But I wasn't even tempted, I just thought it was hilarious and filed it away for another day. I understand all to well how hard it is to quite and I assure you, any comments that you friends or family might make aren't going to do anything except make you feel like shit and really, who wants to make their loved ones feel bad on purpose? Not moi.
They say quitting smoking is like quitting heroin. Good gawd that's a horrible thought. I knew a junkie in CA, he lived downstairs in the hotel we lived at for a while with 2 other guys. He was a nice enough guy, but I knew he was messed up. One day I saw him sitting outside on the fire escape just wretching and wretching, I literally thought he was dying, he was kind of green. Sean explained to me that he was detoxing and that people actually do die during heroin withdrawals. Silly Sarah, so youung and naive. I don't see how THAT can be anything like quitting cigarettes, but that's what they say.
I think it's more of folks quitting for the long term, heroin relapse is pretty high I guess as is smoking. Most everyone I know in my own generation has quite umpteen times only to start up again, including myself in little intervals. I was die hard no smoker there for about two years, but now....the weekends creep on me and I have a glass of wine or play video games or talk with Crystal on the phone and that sneaky little bastard practical lights itself and forces me to inhale.
Food and cigarettes, whatya gonna do? My anxiety level has reached it's pique for the day I think. I HATE meeting w/ my attorney and today feels like the big big scary appointment. Once I turn this stuff in and sign some paper work, that's it. It's on. Something about this makes me want to vomit. blech. And then eat and smoke.
Lucky for me, I have some thing very fun to look forward to. One week from now, I'll be in a spa with Crystal & Heather. Doing nothing but.....RELAXING? I won't even know how probably, Crystal will have to talk me down from a few episodes of panic brought on by the residual panic I've been experiencing on a daily basis for over a year now. Nothing like a little fight or flight to get those juices pumping boy....I tell you what!
Till next time, wish me good luck today....
Thursday, June 12, 2008
Love Is All Around You
There's a radio station in Colorado called "Jack FM 105.5" which is an all encompessing, "play what we want" type of station. And they, quite literally do play whatever one can think of. I've heard everything from 60's & 70's arena rock, classic rock, 80's/90's everything and even some more recent hip hop and pop classics from the past 8 years. I love it, I feel like I can almost always find something on that station if I've grown tired of everything else and my iPod is at home charging.
Today on that station, I heard "Love Song" by Tesla and my eyes welled up instantly.
I first heard this song on ZRock in 1990 I want to say, or there abouts. It was this horrible quality AM station that you could only listen to between the hours of 10 PM and 6 AM, I could also only get reception if my radio was in the farthest corner of my room, next to the window. I listened religiously, loosing lots of sleep just waiting to hear what was going on in the rock scene. The first time I heard bands like GNR, Metallica, Slayer (ick) and Motley Crue were on that station and I was hooked immediately. They also played all the old Black Sabbath, AC/DC and Led Zeppelin from back in the day so that was a bonus since I was into all that then too. The hair bands hadn't quite been accepted at that point into this more hard core metal, so Poison and the likes were kind of shunned and made fun of. "POSERS!" sigh. That makes me laugh to even say that now. However, someone on that station must've seen some value in Tesla's music, even though they were considerably softer and being played on standard radio pretty regularly. And one night, they played the entire "The Great Radio Controversy" at about 2 in the morning and I recorded it on cassette tape. The sound quality was atrocious, wickedly bad, but it became my tape of the hour and it was in my walkman for quite some time after that first night.
Fast forward about a year, Kristen and I become good friends instantly and music was a way in which we bonded. One night, a little drunk and being bad (sorry whomever is reading this might be offended by that) we went down in her mom's basement and drank and started going through all of our collective tapes. We had at least 10 of the same tapes, including the original "Purple Rain" by Prince and "She Bop" by Cindy Lauper, which by then we'd been hiding from our friends and boyfriends, because that was too uncool at that point. Tesla's "Love Song" came on ZRock at exactly the right moment and we both (again, pretty drunk by this point) began singing this at the top of our lungs. The bond was sealed forever more :)
Ever since, I can tell you that when I hear it I smile. And cry also. Because the irony of this song is that it's one that holds a message I could relate to at 15 years old and again at 20 something and again now at 32. At 15, it was that I was getting over whatever boy at the time I'd decided wasn't cool enough to hang out with "us" then (we were SO shallow it's embarrassing now) at 20 something it just reminded me of that night with Kristen and how much I cherish it and her and now, it's hard for me to ignore this very universal message:
"Love is all around you"
"Love will find it's way back to you"
It's hard for me not to cry over the simplicity of that and how good it feels to hear those words again. I thought I'd lost them. I thought I'd lost that part of me that practically worships the idea of universal love and compassion. Thank you Jack FM! You made my whole day.
Lyrics
Song
Today on that station, I heard "Love Song" by Tesla and my eyes welled up instantly.
I first heard this song on ZRock in 1990 I want to say, or there abouts. It was this horrible quality AM station that you could only listen to between the hours of 10 PM and 6 AM, I could also only get reception if my radio was in the farthest corner of my room, next to the window. I listened religiously, loosing lots of sleep just waiting to hear what was going on in the rock scene. The first time I heard bands like GNR, Metallica, Slayer (ick) and Motley Crue were on that station and I was hooked immediately. They also played all the old Black Sabbath, AC/DC and Led Zeppelin from back in the day so that was a bonus since I was into all that then too. The hair bands hadn't quite been accepted at that point into this more hard core metal, so Poison and the likes were kind of shunned and made fun of. "POSERS!" sigh. That makes me laugh to even say that now. However, someone on that station must've seen some value in Tesla's music, even though they were considerably softer and being played on standard radio pretty regularly. And one night, they played the entire "The Great Radio Controversy" at about 2 in the morning and I recorded it on cassette tape. The sound quality was atrocious, wickedly bad, but it became my tape of the hour and it was in my walkman for quite some time after that first night.
Fast forward about a year, Kristen and I become good friends instantly and music was a way in which we bonded. One night, a little drunk and being bad (sorry whomever is reading this might be offended by that) we went down in her mom's basement and drank and started going through all of our collective tapes. We had at least 10 of the same tapes, including the original "Purple Rain" by Prince and "She Bop" by Cindy Lauper, which by then we'd been hiding from our friends and boyfriends, because that was too uncool at that point. Tesla's "Love Song" came on ZRock at exactly the right moment and we both (again, pretty drunk by this point) began singing this at the top of our lungs. The bond was sealed forever more :)
Ever since, I can tell you that when I hear it I smile. And cry also. Because the irony of this song is that it's one that holds a message I could relate to at 15 years old and again at 20 something and again now at 32. At 15, it was that I was getting over whatever boy at the time I'd decided wasn't cool enough to hang out with "us" then (we were SO shallow it's embarrassing now) at 20 something it just reminded me of that night with Kristen and how much I cherish it and her and now, it's hard for me to ignore this very universal message:
"Love is all around you"
"Love will find it's way back to you"
It's hard for me not to cry over the simplicity of that and how good it feels to hear those words again. I thought I'd lost them. I thought I'd lost that part of me that practically worships the idea of universal love and compassion. Thank you Jack FM! You made my whole day.
Lyrics
Song
Wednesday, June 11, 2008
My Accidental Genius Amazes Even ME!
So, I'm sitting here, coding along and an AH HA moment came up and smacked right upside the head......
We have a 4 day work week/long weekend after we get back from Vacation because it's 4th of July! YEAAAAH BUDDY:)
Damn I'm good!
Xo,
S
PS: I finally was able to listen to Bruce Cockburn with out sobbing and feeling nauseas today. Tears sill, yes....but it's major progress. I'd better slow down, to much at once might confuse me.
We have a 4 day work week/long weekend after we get back from Vacation because it's 4th of July! YEAAAAH BUDDY:)
Damn I'm good!
Xo,
S
PS: I finally was able to listen to Bruce Cockburn with out sobbing and feeling nauseas today. Tears sill, yes....but it's major progress. I'd better slow down, to much at once might confuse me.
Monday, June 09, 2008
OH AND.....
I paid $51.39 for gas this morning. Annnnnnnnnnnd that's just regular, 85 grade....Baby Jetta is supposed to ONLY have 87 or 91 grade. Yeah right, these days my car isn't the only thing getting less quality. Anyone seen how much a loaf of bread costs these days? Max eats at least 2 loaves of bread and 2 gallons of milk each week, it's like $20 a week just to keep him in that. That's twice what it was this time last year.
damn!
damn!
"Controlled" Chaos
Life is slightly chaotic on this end of the universe right now, the lull before the storm has dissapated. The next days before our trip to WA are going to be beyond busy, I may be exhuasted by the time we get there.
I'm finalizing the bankruptcy, which I can tell you is no simple task. Apparently the change in laws has made it substantially more painful for folks to get this thing moving. I have to have this all in my by Friday, which there are still a number of things that have to happen in order to make that happen, primarily getting all my paperwork ducks in a row, which has more to do with me begging my debtors for copies of everything. Most are being helpful, some give me the run around. I spend more time on the phone dealing with this then I ever imagined. It will be a relief to have this thing filed and moving on. Once it's filed, it doesn't mean it's all done, but this is the bulk of it from what I understand.
Everything else is mostly normal, but I think the deadline of the bankruptcy paperwork is making me anxious. It's been like having a second job, seriously!
Oh well, this Friday evening I *should* be able to just breathe and start thinking about getting ready for our trip.
Love to you all, will blogg when time permits.
Xo,
S
I'm finalizing the bankruptcy, which I can tell you is no simple task. Apparently the change in laws has made it substantially more painful for folks to get this thing moving. I have to have this all in my by Friday, which there are still a number of things that have to happen in order to make that happen, primarily getting all my paperwork ducks in a row, which has more to do with me begging my debtors for copies of everything. Most are being helpful, some give me the run around. I spend more time on the phone dealing with this then I ever imagined. It will be a relief to have this thing filed and moving on. Once it's filed, it doesn't mean it's all done, but this is the bulk of it from what I understand.
Everything else is mostly normal, but I think the deadline of the bankruptcy paperwork is making me anxious. It's been like having a second job, seriously!
Oh well, this Friday evening I *should* be able to just breathe and start thinking about getting ready for our trip.
Love to you all, will blogg when time permits.
Xo,
S
Wednesday, June 04, 2008
Whooooopeeeeeeeeeee
Season 3 of Weeds came out today and I just watched the first episode. It is up there on my favorites list with SITC, The Soprano's, Dexter and Boston Legal.
http://www.sho.com/site/weeds/home.do
http://www.sho.com/site/weeds/home.do
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