It's amazing...The vulnerability that comes with feeling a love so raw...the ability to hurt brings opportunities to be brave...Grey makes me brave.
My wild and crazy Friday night... Who invited the gray over? I'm obsessed. It looks like tinsel on a Christmas tree. I don't care if plucking them makes more come back...I'll just pluck them too...I might be left with only 4 hairs, but they will all be brown. HA! Take that gray.
Tonight while making cookies, Parker took a big handful of cornstarch and put it right in his mouth.
Yum...He liked it?!
And once there was already powder all over the floor- I decided what the hell...and threw down some rice flour for Grey to play with...
He absolutely loved it...It felt like soft silk flowing through your fingers on the cool floor....Sometimes clean floors are my priority...tonight my priority was fun...
Especially when it's this easy to clean up.
Facetime with my sister, Lisa... I love you!
We didn't have any cherries, so I used a skittle...
Words matter...
My nerve block was performed in a sterile Operating room. I laid on my stomach and my arms were velcro'ed down. My face was inserted in a hole covered with an uncomfortable blue sponge-like pillow. I connect names and voices by the shoes they are wearing-- my only visual to the outside world...Last month during my first nerve block my heart was pounding...adrenaline flooded my system- but this time I was calm with the feelings that only experience can bring. I am in my fancy hospital gown, hair tucked under a cap. OR nurses prepare my neck- pouring generous amount iodine solution over my neck and upper back.The Dr. numbed the surface of my neck and then went to put needless in the correct corresponding inflamed nerves. There is a method- but it is not exact. There is no guarantee that the correct nerves will be properly targeted. There is only hope. He follows the adjacent xray view of his canvas...ready to paint...
Your Cervical spine has 7 vertebrae- I had 3 joint spaces injected. C3, 4 and 5. My tight and angry muscles didn't allow the needle through on first pass- so the Dr. apologized as he dug for his target.... I felt no pain at time- so I meant it when I said- Don't worry about it...no problem...
After the procedure the Nurse was diligently scrubbing my neck...I assumed trying to remove the bright orange iodine stain from my skin...
She said- Sorry- Just trying to clean you up...you have so much blood everywhere...
What!? I exclaimed. So much blood?! What do you mean by so much?!!! Getting slightly nervous.
She said From all the times he stabbed you! It was alot...there's alot of blood.
And suddenly I just started laughing so loud and so hard I shook the table.
You can't use those words! I told her- Blood everywhere?!!!! Stabbing needles?!!! Didn't they teach you to say it all nice and friendly in nursing school?!
I actually wasn't bothered or offended in the slightest- and it was so nice to laugh-- but if this had been the first time I had the procedure she would have freaked me out to the gills...
Words matter...
Today as I waited for my Panera take out order to be ready- I viewed a small group of 12 or 13 year old boys sitting outside - and noticed they held the door open for some ladies that were leaving...
I registered the details because it was such a sweet gesture and not one that I expected from kids their age...As I waited for my order I saw a few more people exit and each time the boys jumped up to grab the door for them....
Wow...I thought...I wonder what it is in them that makes them so thoughtful...It was my turn to leave and as I went towards the exit the boys jumped up to open the door... I smiled and said thank you with genuine affection...
The table of boys exploded into instant loud noise... OHHHH!!!! I CAN'T BELIEVE IT!!!! She said it!! I was confused until one of the boys said- We held the door open for 20 people and you were the first that said Thank you.
I was so surprised...How had 20 people before me not said a word? I usually have babies and diapers and screaming and snacks and stuff hanging from me- and as I go to enter a building I sometimes silently wish---please let someone be there to open the door for me. And when my wish is answered- I am so grateful...and I hope and think I've always said Thank you- but now I will double, triple make sure...
Words matter...
As we were watching the 64th Primetime Emmy Awards this evening my heart leapt out of my chest... Nick! Nick! I started yelling to Michael! It's Nick!!!
I worked in Pharmaceutical Sales with Nick in Los Angeles. It's a great job- amazing benefits and if you do well- ridiculous money. It makes leaving so incredibly hard...but sometimes there is a voice inside that begs for something else...and one day not too long ago, Nick started to take those words seriously. With questions unanswered- he decided to go for his dreams...Nick is living his dreams, starting at the bottom of an industry that will take him far...
And here he is, my friend Nick-(behind this Louis J Horvitz fellow)...Nick was a guest at the Emmys...He will be there accepting his own award someday...
Nick- I am so proud of you and of your story...I know you inspire authentic living in others.
Words matter, friends...
Thank you...I'm sorry...I'm proud...I love you...
Make someone's Monday better and share some good words with the people that mean the most to you today.
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