As most people know (thanks, Facebook) our little baby, Greyson, got very very sick about a month ago. He went to bed with a fever, and woke up the next morning paralyzed on the right side of his body. After a very intense ER visit at Jordan Valley Hospital, an ambulance ride, and eight days at Primary Children's Hospital, he finally came home.
The final diagnosis: viral encephilitis. In layman's terms, he got a cold virus that worked it's way into his brain. Not too common, but it can happen to anybody. The last month has been full of new milestones. The physical therapy (large motor skills) and occupational therapy (fine motor skills) have helped a lot, and Greyson is recovering at an incredible rate. He finished all his long term physical therapy goals in one month!!! We have plenty of pictures and stories to tell from the whole experience, and soon they will be assembled in a wonderful slideshow/movie. Can't wait to post it!
Greyson, you're my hero!
Sunday, July 12, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
To write about it...or not to write about it...that is the question
To any friends and family who have been watching to see when I would finally post something about it....here it is. Yes, it's true, Rick and I are getting the big "D". For the sake of privacy and all, I'm not going to go into details...though if anyone feels they would like to speak with me in a more private setting, I would be happy to oblige.
All I want to say is that I love you all, Rick loves you all, and Rick and I are working together to make this as painless and easy a transition as possible for the kids, each other, and our families. There is no bitterness, resentment, or anger in this decision. I honestly feel that because of this change we are going to be able to become better people and better friends to each other. If you are one of the sweet people who have called or texted me, thank you thank you thank you for your love and support.
All I want to say is that I love you all, Rick loves you all, and Rick and I are working together to make this as painless and easy a transition as possible for the kids, each other, and our families. There is no bitterness, resentment, or anger in this decision. I honestly feel that because of this change we are going to be able to become better people and better friends to each other. If you are one of the sweet people who have called or texted me, thank you thank you thank you for your love and support.
Tuesday, March 24, 2009
Every day trouble
Now that I'm home with the kids, I see a lot more of this mischief go on. It has been so much fun to spend more time with them and capture some of these moments... so that when they grow up, I can show them how much trouble they got into...
Oh, and sweet little Hailee Bug holding yet another tooth that she bravely pulled out herself.
Oh, and sweet little Hailee Bug holding yet another tooth that she bravely pulled out herself.
Monday, March 16, 2009
Bitter...bittersweet
I quit my job yesterday. I can't believe I'm this sad about it. I hated the long hours. I hated being away from my kids that much. I really didn't like some of the "sharky" personalities on the sales floor. I couldn't stand the drama and pettiness that is inevitable in a big-ticket retail sales environment. And yet...I cried all day yesterday.
I'll spare anyone reading this the sales jargon and boring details involved in my decision to quit. It all came down to the fact that my heart wasn't in it. I love furniture, I love decorating, I love design. I just didn't like the retail side of it. I was always the nerdy one at work who sat at the computer on my down time checking on the new things coming out and old things being axed. I knew our product better than almost anyone there. I just didn't like trying to talk people into buying it! If they didn't love it or need it or want it, I didn't want to make them take it. For that reason, I didn't make the big bucks and it didn't make sense for me to stay there.
Oh man, I was a mess...crying when I was writing goodbye notes to my friends, crying when I cleaned out my locker, sobbing when I told my manager my decision, sobbing as I hugged all my good buddies goodbye. What was hardest was seeing my tough-girl, Stacy, cry. We've been in it together since the first minute of training. I'm going to miss hearing that southern accent every day.
I knew it would be hard to leave that place...and only because it was my second home and my second family. I spent more time with my co-workers than I did with my husband or kids. Sad, I know...that's the life of a salesperson. It's going to be weird for a while, but I'll adjust...
Oh! And if you ever need furniture from Ashley, go see Stacy. She'll take good care of you. Make sure you tell her who sent you.
I'll spare anyone reading this the sales jargon and boring details involved in my decision to quit. It all came down to the fact that my heart wasn't in it. I love furniture, I love decorating, I love design. I just didn't like the retail side of it. I was always the nerdy one at work who sat at the computer on my down time checking on the new things coming out and old things being axed. I knew our product better than almost anyone there. I just didn't like trying to talk people into buying it! If they didn't love it or need it or want it, I didn't want to make them take it. For that reason, I didn't make the big bucks and it didn't make sense for me to stay there.
Oh man, I was a mess...crying when I was writing goodbye notes to my friends, crying when I cleaned out my locker, sobbing when I told my manager my decision, sobbing as I hugged all my good buddies goodbye. What was hardest was seeing my tough-girl, Stacy, cry. We've been in it together since the first minute of training. I'm going to miss hearing that southern accent every day.
I knew it would be hard to leave that place...and only because it was my second home and my second family. I spent more time with my co-workers than I did with my husband or kids. Sad, I know...that's the life of a salesperson. It's going to be weird for a while, but I'll adjust...
Oh! And if you ever need furniture from Ashley, go see Stacy. She'll take good care of you. Make sure you tell her who sent you.
Thursday, January 8, 2009
2008, The Year of Reunions
2008 was a year of reunions for me. Thanks to the advent of various social and blogging websites, I found people I hadn't seen or spoken to in 2 years, 5 years, 10 years and even 15 years... It's been nice to satisfy all my curiosity about what they're doing and who they've become.
I found a lot of high school buddies...most have gotten married and started little families. A few are still kickin' it in their wild and crazy "phase". Hopefully they'll decide to take it easy before they fry their brains. I saw my old next door neighbor (aka "the little brother I never had") get married after completing a study abroad in Italy...now he's a chef. He better come make me some food to pay me back for all those sandwiches I used to make him. I found some kids I went to school with from about 5th to 7th grade. Cool people, crappy school. People can change a lot from age 12 to age 25...then again, some of them still seem the same. I even found a few people I've known since before I can even remember...preschool through 4th grade. That's pretty awesome.
The most incredible reunion of 2008 was finding our family that we didn't even know we had. Mimi, being the tenacious little researcher that she is, found out our mom had a birth sister who she then tracked down near Houston. We ended up contacting them through our cousin's myspace page. We met them all when we flew down to Houston for pur cousin Jon's wedding. Now some people might argue that this wasn't a reunion...but I would argue there couldn't be a better description. Oh, and month or so later they even came up to Salt Lake for Mimi's wedding!
Uncle Steve and his partner, Vincent, came down from Seattle for Mimi's wedding as well. It's been a few years since we've seen them, and every time I'm around Steve I get so inspired to get back into my art. He even helped me with Mimi's wedding cake. It doesn't get better than that-- a famous artist helping you decorate something? RAD. I guess the swirls were inspired by him....he thought so too.
Old friends and family.... and some new family too...2008 was a pretty amazing year.
I found a lot of high school buddies...most have gotten married and started little families. A few are still kickin' it in their wild and crazy "phase". Hopefully they'll decide to take it easy before they fry their brains. I saw my old next door neighbor (aka "the little brother I never had") get married after completing a study abroad in Italy...now he's a chef. He better come make me some food to pay me back for all those sandwiches I used to make him. I found some kids I went to school with from about 5th to 7th grade. Cool people, crappy school. People can change a lot from age 12 to age 25...then again, some of them still seem the same. I even found a few people I've known since before I can even remember...preschool through 4th grade. That's pretty awesome.
The most incredible reunion of 2008 was finding our family that we didn't even know we had. Mimi, being the tenacious little researcher that she is, found out our mom had a birth sister who she then tracked down near Houston. We ended up contacting them through our cousin's myspace page. We met them all when we flew down to Houston for pur cousin Jon's wedding. Now some people might argue that this wasn't a reunion...but I would argue there couldn't be a better description. Oh, and month or so later they even came up to Salt Lake for Mimi's wedding!
Uncle Steve and his partner, Vincent, came down from Seattle for Mimi's wedding as well. It's been a few years since we've seen them, and every time I'm around Steve I get so inspired to get back into my art. He even helped me with Mimi's wedding cake. It doesn't get better than that-- a famous artist helping you decorate something? RAD. I guess the swirls were inspired by him....he thought so too.
Old friends and family.... and some new family too...2008 was a pretty amazing year.
Wednesday, January 7, 2009
Ouch.... (updated 1/8/09)
The following blog was written yesterday. It was written before I even felt the pain. Today when I woke up I felt like I had been hit by a truck... I'm sure I'll have loads of fun trying to walk that giant sales floor tomorrow!
As I type this I am hunched over, my hands are resting on my leg, which is awkwardly propped up in front of my keyboard with my other leg stretched out across the top of my desk. Funny mental picture coming through yet? No, this is not my attempt at some new hybrid version of blogging and yoga. This is me after a day of snowboarding...my first in about 3 years, as far as I can recall. My arms were too fatigued and shaky to type without resting on something.
This is all Rick's fault. Thanks for the rockin' Christmas present, babe! It was the first of four one-on-one lessons I'll be taking this month up at Brighton. The weather was perfecto and the snow was so fluffy my instructor, Gina, was inclined to cannon-ball off the lift...but she held back. She was the perfect instructor for me and by the end of the lesson I was cruisin down the hill without falling once! I was so stoked. I had an all day lift pass, but I only managed to take one run by myself before I wimped out and stumbled to my car. All in all, I was still quite proud of myself.
Oh, I almost forgot! I was lucky to get out of that parking lot at all! Some genius directed me where to park my car in the morning when I arrived... and when I came back out to the car I found that he had instructed about five people to block me in. Smart.
Can't wait for next week...but for now I need to go pass out for about 20 minutes before Grey wakes up.
As I type this I am hunched over, my hands are resting on my leg, which is awkwardly propped up in front of my keyboard with my other leg stretched out across the top of my desk. Funny mental picture coming through yet? No, this is not my attempt at some new hybrid version of blogging and yoga. This is me after a day of snowboarding...my first in about 3 years, as far as I can recall. My arms were too fatigued and shaky to type without resting on something.
This is all Rick's fault. Thanks for the rockin' Christmas present, babe! It was the first of four one-on-one lessons I'll be taking this month up at Brighton. The weather was perfecto and the snow was so fluffy my instructor, Gina, was inclined to cannon-ball off the lift...but she held back. She was the perfect instructor for me and by the end of the lesson I was cruisin down the hill without falling once! I was so stoked. I had an all day lift pass, but I only managed to take one run by myself before I wimped out and stumbled to my car. All in all, I was still quite proud of myself.
Oh, I almost forgot! I was lucky to get out of that parking lot at all! Some genius directed me where to park my car in the morning when I arrived... and when I came back out to the car I found that he had instructed about five people to block me in. Smart.
Can't wait for next week...but for now I need to go pass out for about 20 minutes before Grey wakes up.
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