tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-31508352443273674852024-02-02T10:02:11.099-06:00Champagne & ChandeliersJenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.comBlogger171125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-71701126271023067352013-03-13T11:36:00.000-05:002013-03-13T14:34:14.633-05:00The StoryI have never been more relieved in my life. Really, truly, and utterly RELIEVED.<br />
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Lucy's story (from my pespective):<br />
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I talked to Rekka, a friend and one of the DT6 reps, Monday morning around 11. I called to ask her a question about Lexi (my current foster) and she was on her way to check on a Lucy lead. Truth be told, I didn't think much of it. There have been a bunch of them over the past few months (most I'm probably not even aware of) so I just took this one with a grain of salt. </div>
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45 minutes later, JP, the DT6 President, was calling me. I don't think I even said "hello." I think I just picked up the phone and said "Ohmigod. Was it her??"</div>
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Miracle of all miracles, Lucy was in the back of a squad car when Rekka arrived to the call site. Here are the details posted on Facebook:</div>
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<em>From one of Lucy's rescuers, DPD Officer Maria Gutierrez:</em></div>
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<em>"I spotted Lucy sitting in front of a house [on] Empire Central. We had just read the flyer posted at Starbucks by Lovefield & I have been keeping up with all of th emails that your forward to me. We talked to the owner of the house & she told us the dog was a stray </em><em>...that showed up 2 months ago & she gave us some hot dog weenies to get the dog close to us. I was able to get close enough to read her collar & was soooo excited, but then Lucy took off running. After a brief foot & car chase, we then called for cover & with the help of the NW patrol officers listed below, were able to catch Lucy & put her in the back of the squad car. My partner Gloria called Amy Brewer [who contacted Lt. Kimberly Stratman] & she was able to get the contact info for the owner from Lucy's Facebook page.<br />The owner arrived to the location & was almost in tears & was very thankful.</em></div>
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There are so many of us who prayed for this day. So many of us who wished for it. I won't lie, I lost hope. My prayers went from "God, please bring her back" to "God, please keep her safe, healthy and happy wherever she may be."</div>
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At the vet with my girl. I was incredibly selfish and stayed by her the entire time. I couldn't not be near her.</div>
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I started crying when I talked to JP and the rest of the phone calls, text messages and facebook comments had me in tears for the remainder of the day. THANK GOD I was working from home!</div>
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I don't really know who reads this blog, but if you, in any way, helped bring Lucy home, from the bottom of my heart, thank you. Thank you, thank you, thank you. </div>
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Lucy was gone for 78 days. (The most classic response I got to that statistic was from my friend Sheree who said "that's longer than Kim Kardashian's marriage!!")</div>
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This has been a long and stressful 78 days. I tried not to talk about it. And I tried not to think about it. But the fact that she's home still brings me to tears 48 hours later. (HOW DO I HAVE ANY LEFT?!?) </div>
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I am forever grateful for my DT6 family. They understand the torture of losing a pet. (And yes ya'll, it IS torture.) Not once did anyone blame me. Not once did anyone say anything bad to me. This group has been nothing but supportive, loving and hopeful. They've answered my calls, calmed me down when I've been upset and cheered me up when I was worried. And hopefully, visa versa. I have made life-long friends throughout this ordeal and I will foster for them as long as they'll have me. </div>
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Below are more pictures from various friends on Facebook. I also posted the link of us seeing Lucy for the first time. (Please forgive my ridiculously cheesy reaction. The only words that would escape my mouth were "it's REALLY her!")</div>
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She took a nap on my leg and let us all love on her. Pure bliss :o)</div>
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<a href="http://www.facebook.com/video/embed?video_id=10101337785813559" width="226" height="400" frameborder="0"></iframe>">Lucy at the Vet</a></div>
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FOUND HER!!!!!!!</div>
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-12174795780307176522013-02-08T22:18:00.000-06:002013-02-09T22:27:51.517-06:00RecipesObviously, with me getting back into the gym, health has been a popular topic on my mind lately.<br />
I'm lucky enough to work at an office where everything is at my fingertips. It's a blessing and a curse, all in one. I've enjoyed the luxury of having coffee shops and cafeterias at my fingertips. That being said, it's not easy on the wallet.<br />
A few weeks ago, I decided to start bringing my lunch and breakfast (and sometimes dinner) to work because spending $70+ a week on food is ridiculous to me. And I'd so much rather get new furniture and save that money than spend it on things that won't matter to me in the long run. Being financially smart is a learning experience and it doesn't come easily to me. I struggle with making good choices everyday but I'm very happy with the ones I've made lately!<br />
I started cooking meals for the week on the weekends again and I was so happy with the way they turned out that I wanted to share them with you.<br />
Enjoy!<br />
<a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/giada-de-laurentiis/turkey-kale-and-brown-rice-soup-recipe/index.html">Giada's Turkey, Kale & Brown Rice Soup</a><br />
<a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/201184308326108702/">Turkey Spinach Meatballs</a><br />
<a href="http://pinterest.com/pin/201184308326084308/">Egg & Avocado Toast</a> (I make this in the morning before I go to work and eat when I get hungry in the morning)<br />
Personal favorite snack: I'll pack grapes, blackberries and 2 clementines in container with greek yogurt and drizzle of honey. YUM!! (Sometimes I add granola but it's expensive and I don't necessarily miss it when it's not there.)<br />
To satisfy my sweet tooth, I munch on Cinammon Graham crackers They're messy but do the job when I start to crave sugar.<br />
I don't know if ya'll are struggling with maintaining (or getting to) a healthy lifestyle but I always appreciate when someone offers new recipes and insight to me so I thought I'd try to help others out too. If you have anything to share, please comment!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-63333691126551520872013-02-06T21:54:00.000-06:002013-02-09T22:05:54.918-06:00Skinny Vs HealthyI'm blessed. <br />
Other than a few months in college, my weight has fluctuated within the same 7 pound range all my adult life. Go ahead, hate me. <br />
I'm only saying this because while I have been the same number on the scale for oh so many years, it doesn't mean I've looked good, felt good or been healthy whatsoever. <br />
I admire people who take their health seriously. Because I've been lucky, I'm jumping on the health bandwagon a bit later in life than I'd like to admit. I finally got clearance to work out in January (within reason) and I'll admit that getting back in shape is harder than I thought it would be. <br />
I have never been so unhappy with my body as I am now. Yes, I'm thin. Yes, it could be worse. I'm not saying I'm fat. I'm saying that I'm not happy with the way my body looks. There IS a difference! I'm currently working out 2-4 times a week (depending on my back) and obviously, that's not enough. While I've always been lucky to be able to eat what I've wanted, I've noticed a few things as I've gotten older. <br />
My energy levels depend on what I eat.<br />
My metabolism is all over the place because of my eating habits.<br />
If I don't get at least 7 hours of sleep, I'm absolutely exhausted the next day.<br />
I'm 31. And way too young to have any problems like this. I always thought I'd be one of the lucky ones to get better with age. For the very first time, I'm GRATEFUL for my injury because it's teaching me that no matter what the circumstances, I'm human and I need to take care of myself.<br />
Point being: I can only work out 3-4 times a week and I have pretty strict limitations on what I can do. Some would push those, I will not. So my only option to being as healthy as I'd like to be is to eat better. I'm good at eating lean and whatnot but there is just SO MUCH information out there on how to eat the best way possible. I'm not a super disciplined person. And with my job, I don't have a lot of time at home during the week. If go to work and then workout, I get home at 8:30 at night, which is way too late to eat dinner or prepare any meal for that matter. I will never give up Diet Coke or wine. Balance is my enemy Monday-Friday. To make up for my shortcomings, I do increase my water intake, I will eat more small meals daily and I might possibly consider chugging a green juice for dinner if it means I'll get the protein and vitamins I need for a balanced diet.<br />
Do ya'll have anything you swear by to be in your best form? I've started following a few health blogs (they're in my blog list on the right) that I'm hoping will help me adapt a healthier lifestyle. I'm interested in juicing but am TERRIFIED of the way a spinach, celery, apple, and mint juice will taste. (If it's not good, I won't drink it. I'm a snob like that.)<br />
If you have anything that will make me a healthier me, I'd appreciate it! Please share!!<br />
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PS-Completely off subject but we may have had a Lucy sighting today. PLEASE PRAY! I hate that there are so many stray dogs out there that could be her. Dogs deserve a home, end of story. Please pray we get Lucy and her friends off the street soon!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-31044979956082661862013-01-25T19:49:00.004-06:002013-01-27T17:22:36.627-06:00Late Day ConfessionsI'm a bit late to join the Confessionals, but better late than never, right? :o)<br />
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**I am very conscious of my actions when I'm in a new situation. I'm not really comfortable at work yet so I find myself constantly apologizing, playing with my phone, picking at my nail polish or saying yes/no ma'am (or sir) to people who are YOUNGER than me. This is not okay! I'm driving myself crazy but I can't stop. Can we fast forward a few months so I feel like me please??<br />
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**I have good news...I found my planner! It was behind my couch. I don't know why or how or what it was doing there but I'm not asking questions. Planner is found, I'm a happy and (hopefully) organized girl! <br />
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**I'm thrilled to be back in the gym. I am NOT thrilled I pulled my hamstring last Thusday. (Of course I did. For whatever reason, I have to "injure" myself at least once a week. Otherwise it's just not a normal week.) What was I doing? Oh you know, just WALKING ON THE TREADMILL. This whole getting back into shape thing is no picnic. Fortunately, I have a few months before bathing suit season!<br />
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**I'm avid about not having regrets. I like to think everything happens for a reason. While I've always regretted not keeping in touch with my nearest and dearest college friends, for some reason, this has been on my mind more than ever lately. (I spoke to my little sis a few weeks ago, maybe that's what started it.) It was never my plan to come back (or stay) in Texas after going to WVU. If anything, I thought I'd start an amazing life in Pittsburgh, Baltimore or DC. That didn't happen but that's okay. I do think I'm where I was meant to be. My roomates, Mere and Emily, along with my sorority sisters, have a special place in my heart. I hate that I'm not really close with those who were such an important part of my life. I keep up with everyone on Facebook but it's not the same. If any of ya'll are reading this, I love you. I'm so happy you're happy and I hope one day you will make the trek to the deep South for a few days! And as fake as it sounds, I don't care...xoxo) :o) <br />
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**I was dreading work today because I had to do a floor set and from what I've been hearing all week, I expected hell. Maybe I'm nuts, but I had fun! Yes, it's a ton of work but I loved seeing it all pay off at the end of the day. The only hell I suffered is that I put myself on a spending freeze and refused to let myself buy anything. :o) (I may have had an incident with a few plastic pegs too. I'd advise you to not sit on one of those...ever.)<br />
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**I'm still really upset about Lucy. A few people have tried to tease me about it and call me emotional and sensitive when I don't laugh at their jokes. I like to think I have a good sense of humor. But as far as I'm concerned, Lucy is my dog. She's gone and that's on me, no matter what anyone says. It's not funny, it's not amusing and it's absolutely nothing to joke about. I don't expect everyone to agree with my feelings but I do expect people to respect them. How has it been a month already?? I just want my girl home. :o( We had news of a sighting on Wednesday but no luck finding her. Please pray we find her soon! <br />
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**I tend to say this a lot, but now I'm serious. I think I may be on Lifetime one day. The trusty police officers of Dallas have knocked on my door twice in the past two weeks looking for my neighbor. The first time I didn't think much of it. This week, I asked for "the reason behind their search." (At work, I'm a nervous wreck...with the police, I'm apparently refined and polished. ???) They said not to worry and that I'm not in danger. Maybe I should have paid more attention to the city notices taped to her door the past few weeks...YIKES. Good thing I have a 5 pound guard dog! <br />
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My parents are coming in this weekend and I'm looking forward to some low key quality parental time. It's my Dad's birthday on Sunday and I'm looking forward to brunch with "old" family friends and I hope ya'll have a fabulous weekend! <br />
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PS-I'm SO EXCITED about my new followers!!!! Thank you for following me. I promise I'll make it as entertaing as possible. :o)Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-9402962642019790172013-01-18T09:44:00.001-06:002013-01-18T10:01:40.437-06:00Update & Confesional<div class="MsoNormal" style="margin: 0in 0in 10pt;">
<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">Good Morning peeps! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Or really Good Evening since I’m writing this at 10:30 Thursday night but whatever…details, details.)<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>ANYWAY, YAY FOR FRIDAY!! </span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">This is an update/confessional since I’m linking up with Leslie from A Blonde Ambition today but haven’t written since early December.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Let’s kill 2 birds with one stone, shall we?<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">**I apologize for stepping away from the blog, friends.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There’s a bit to catch you up on but let’s start with how HAPPY I am that 2012 is O-V-E-R.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The year ended with a loud THUD when my foster pup ran away on December 21st in my attempt to transport her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Long story short, she freaked out when I tried to put her in the car and got away.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We still haven’t found her.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>And when I say “we” I mean upwards of 200 people.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It eats at me every day and I hope to God my Lucy girl is okay and will come home soon. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(You can find info on the situation by looking up Duck Team 6 on Facebook.) <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">**On the bright side, my new job has taken over my world (as most new jobs do) but I am happy, healthy and loving it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s a lot of work, a lot to learn and very overwhelming but I’m anxious to get to the point where I can keep up with everyone else and hopefully one day, become as good at my job as they are at theirs! <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>(Seriously, these people are amazing.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Sometimes I wonder if they hired me by mistake!)<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">** I have 2 resolutions for 2013. The first one is to get and stay organized.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I love to have things in certain places all nice and pretty; it just doesn’t come naturally to me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>My 2nd resolution is to enjoy my life.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’m 31 and catch myself wishing I was in my 20s again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In 5 years, I’ll wish I was 31 again so I want to enjoy and love this time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Resolution #1: EPIC FAIL.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It’s January 17<sup>th</sup> and I’ve already lost my daily planner. <span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Resolution #2: so far so good!<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>WOO-HOO!<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, "Times New Roman", serif;">**I was FINALLY cleared by my doctor to start working out again.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I’ve never considered myself athletic but O-M-GEE.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span> I love a good workout.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I had no idea how much I missed it until I realized how happy I was to leave the gym, wake up sore and NOT CRAVE WINE.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Healthy Me=Happy Me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Who knew??<o:p></o:p></span></div>
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Anyway, I heard this song and I have to say...if these country artists are going to continue using my life as inspiration, I'm going to have to start demanding some sort of compensation. I know I'm inspiring and all but this isn't QUITE what I meant when I said that I want people to sing my praises...<br />
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And just because I love her...I saw this video at orientation last week. Hilarious. Love me some Ellen :o)<br />
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If you don't want to watch the whole thing, please at least watch minute 4:52 and beyond. I really just wanna be her friend! And race her in a mini go cart....Best. Day. Ever!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-86043645779644628562012-12-04T22:09:00.000-06:002012-12-04T23:22:36.554-06:00Toberson's December Vacation<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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From my sister right before I boarded the plane to come back home. I was 2.5 seconds from turning around. STILL NOT FUNNY KATE! (And she sent the picture the same exact minute I sent the last text...go figure.)<br />
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-64878033920663794762012-12-03T20:08:00.000-06:002012-12-04T12:19:22.329-06:00FaithIt amazes (and exhuasts) me at how some areas of life can make me so happy and some can make me so sad and frustrated...all at the same time. Parts of my life are perfect. Other parts, not so much. <br />
I think it's safe to say I'm having a bit of post-injury depression which the doctor did say could happen. (I laughed when he said that...I guess the joke is actually on me.) It's no secret that if I could get a do-over for the past 3 months, I would take it in half a heartbeat. I haven't liked myself much (and from what I've heard, seen and felt, a lot of people feel the same way...not a guilt trip people. Just stating facts.)<br />
Luckily, I have a new job I am throwing myself into and it forces me to put on a happy face. For the minutes I actually do have to think, I try to remind myself of the words below. I hope these will help ya'll on your bad days too...and I apologize if these are repeats. :o)<br />
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**Just so you get it...I guess I should tell ya'll that this time of year is always a bit hard for me. Every guy I have fallen in love with the past 5 years has always fallen in love with someone else and for whatever reason, I'm just painfully aware of it lately.</div>
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I fall and I get hurt. Every. Single. Time. (If we're being specific, it's been about 5 times since 2007. I'm very much inclined to think something is wrong with me.) I've met families, bonded with sisters, been asked to spend holidays with them and after all that, someone cuter, quirkier and probably shorter has introduced herself. I'm thrilled that I'm so replaceable. While I realize that finding love seems as easy as counting 1,2,3; please do me a favor and hug your loved spouse a bit harder tonight. Life is not easy for us single girls out here. Especially me. </div>
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I know I said this will be a "single girl" blog but please forgive me for changing direction. I have no idea where I'm going but I hope you'll stay with me on the journey. If not, thank you for staying with me this far! Xoxo </div>
Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-42156413167029468842012-11-30T20:46:00.000-06:002012-12-04T08:13:09.880-06:00Tidbits from the New Girl at the OfficeOnce you work somewhere for a while, you kinda forget what made you nervous and scared and happy about being the new person. Every time I tell a co-worker one of these things, he or she cracks up. So hopefully, you find this stuff as funny as they do. :o)<br />
**We need to color code the different departments. Why? Because I spent 20 minutes wandering around the IT deparment on Wednesday looking for my desk. Don't worry, I have yet to be late. THANKFULLY, I'm at the office about 20 minutes before I need to be there. But when I get to my desk all frazzled, people question me. I have NO business being in IT. NONE!<br />
**I love the way heels make me feel. They make my outfits look better, I carry myself better and I feel pretty. By the time I get to the cafeteria for lunch in this massive office, I want to put on my slipper socks. Heels are not my friend at JCP. <br />
**I sat in a vendor meeting on Tuesday. I'm 99% sure I was grinning ear to ear the entire time because I've just missed vendor meetings. I've missed the product, the connection, the importance I feel in the vendor wanting my opinion. It was so much fun! I hope I never lose that feeling. Ever.<br />
**I've always had a badge or some sort of identification at work. At JCP, you actually have to wear these said IDs. I seriously thought I had amnesia or short term memory loss when this girl walked up to me and started talking about JCP when I was at Target after work yesterday. Turns out, I still had my badge attached to my pants and she wanted to tell me how awesome the Skillman store was. Ha!<br />
**We don't have a dress code at work. In some ways, it feels like high school. Every single day, there are people who are dressed down, people who are dressed up and I always feel out of place! It's gonna take a minute for me to get used to this. I hate feeling over and under dressed so my mornings are now spent in front of my closet deciding what will make me feel good, rather than sleeping in. The life of an adult...when I went into the office today, my co-worker said I always look so cute. I said "Thank God! This is the 4th outfit I put on this morning!"Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-55232449764385533512012-11-24T00:17:00.000-06:002012-11-24T11:38:00.339-06:00ChangeI don't deal well with change. Much to my dismay, I am a creature of habit. If I'm in the habit of cooking, I'll cook every night. If I'm in the habit of drinking wine, I will do so every night. If I date, I date a lot. Same for working out and so on. I'm kinda an all or nothing girl (who knew??)<br />
I'm happy and thrilled to say one official week in the injections seem to be doing what they're supposed to. I'm still getting a few spasms and moving cautiously but everything has been much easier to handle, even the plane ride to my parent's house (which, I won't lie, I was really apprehensive about.) <br />
What I will not lie about is that I'm a nervous wreck. My mom made a comment last night that I "seem to be going through the wine" which, trust me, I HATE, but given the past few months of my life and the changes on the horizon, I'm a bundle of nerves. <br />
I think it's funny where life does take you. In my interview with Penney's, my new boss asked me the most surprising thing about my career. My answer was "the fact that I have one." (I don't do fake answers in interviews.) My point was that growing up, I thought I'd have the 2.5 kids, husband and white picket fence by now. I don't and I'm okay with that. Never in this life did I think I'd have a career, let alone a GOOD one! <br />
I'm grateful for my family's support and no joke, it almost brings me to tears when they don't act surprised I landed a great job with a huge company. They've always had more faith in me than I do but I kinda prefer for it to be that way.<br />
I wish this was a more exciting post but this is really just what's going on in my head and my life! I've decided to leave Toby with my Mom for the few weeks between Thanksgiving and Christmas because I'll be nuts with the new job and I think he'd be thrilled to spend some time with "Grandma!"<br />
I hope ya'll had a fabulous Thanksgiving and just in case I don't write for a while, I hope you have an amazing Christmas!!!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-58563590259896520172012-11-14T18:31:00.002-06:002012-11-14T21:49:39.462-06:00NervesNerve Wracking Blessings. That's what I'm calling these next few weeks. <br />
This friday I'm getting a few injections in my lower back joints as a final non-invasive attempt to alleviate the pain I've had for the past 12 1/2 WEEKS. Both a welcome and terrifying procedure. Welcomed by the family and friends who are beyond sick of hearing about my back pain so they've all taken 2-20 steps back from my life (I don't blame them, I haven't really liked myself much the past 3 months) and terrified by me who has to be injected by needles so big they have to put me under. EEK.<br />
If you know me, you know I have a fear of needles. And even if you don't know me, you now know because I just told you. SERIOUS FEAR. When I was 10, it took my mother, 3 nurses and my doctor to hold me down for some sort of shot because someone let me see the needle. To this day, I tell every doctor and nurse no matter what, just DON'T let me see the needle.<br />
Again, I'll be sedated for this procedure but I know what happens. And my biggest fear is I won't be sedated enough and I'll feel something. UGH. Can it be Friday already? Preferably around 11am or so when I'm comfortably (maybe) sleeping off the sedative on my couch?? One of my bffs Kristen is taking me for the shots (I owe her my life and am beyond grateful she volunteered so I don't have to take a cab!) and my Dad is driving up Saturday morning to help me over the weekend. I'm a lucky, lucky girl.<br />
Now for the other nerve wracking blessing...the new job. I am SO grateful I got this position. And I'm grateful for the transition time I've had. (I resigned last week and my last day at TM is a week from today.) <br />
But I'm scared to death. What if I'm horrible?? What if I have no idea what I'm doing and they think they made a huge mistake??? I won't lie; the past 2 jobs I've had have included a nightmare of a boss. All situations were taken care of but I don't want to go through all that again. It's exhausting. And extremely taxing on one's self esteem.<br />
I have worked so hard the past 2 1/2 years to get where I am at Tuesday Morning. Not only professionally, but socially. Comfort doesn't come in a week or even a month or maybe even a year. I've worked with the same people for at least the past 6 months and we all have our levels of comfort. We know each other. We understand how we all operate. It's comforting. <br />
I know I won't have that right away and that scares me. Today I was asking my co-workers how long I need to give my new co-workers until I act like "me." They said 3 months. DO YOU KNOW HOW LONG THAT IS TO ACT NORMAL?!?!<br />
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Happy Hump Day!!Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-62409582746103791322012-11-09T11:24:00.002-06:002012-11-09T11:44:04.201-06:00Friday Confessions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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**I apologize for not informing ya'll but I'm not sure how much attention I wanted to give this transition. It's very bittersweet, but I resigned from my job this week. On Monday I accepted a new position as an Assistant Buyer of Fine Jewelry at JCPenney. While I'm very excited and nervous for the new challenges ahead of me, I am so sad to leave a team of people I love so much. I have faith I'm making the right decision but that doesn't necessarily make it any easier.</div>
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**I just realized this is my last Friday at Tuesday Morning. I'll be out next Friday for my back injections and the week after that we're all off for Thanksgiving. I guess it's a perk that our system is closing down at 3 and we're going to happy hour! Best last Friday ever.</div>
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**For whatever reason, a lot of people who have resigned here haven't always told people where they're going. I couldn't (and still can't) figure this out for the life of me. Since I was nervous there was an obvious reason I was just missing I started googling "reasons not to say...". The FIRST thing that popped up was "reasons not to say YOLO." Seriously?!? I choked on my water and told everyone I know who would appreciate it. </div>
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**I don't know if it's the time change or the pending weather change but I have been SO tired this week. I'm going to blame it on the time change and pray I'm not becoming an old person who soon has to make dinner reservations at 5:30 because I can't stay up past 9:00.</div>
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**I try very hard not to judge people. Yesterday, I could help it. There was a man in the waiting room at the pain management dr's office who you could tell was just a bit "off." I felt bad for him until he sat next to me and physically tried to turn my head to look at the stitches in his knee after I POLITELY refused. The staff made him wait in the hall. I wanted to ask for a free appointment but I had a feeling that wouldn't fly.</div>
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**I can't take Alleve for the next week due to my back injections and that almost scares me more than the injections themselves. The doctor said I could take Tylenol but for me, that's a useless drug. I'm trying to focus on the fact he said I could drink as much wine as I want. I asked for a prescription so I could bring some to work and he actually laughed. No one laughs at my jokes! I think I may love him. </div>
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I hope ya'll have a fabulous weekend! I have a co-workers wedding tomorrow and I'm hoping the fact that I'll be wearing heels won't kill me. I'm sorry but flats and a cocktail-ish dress isn't something I'll ever do, I don't care how much pain I'm in! </div>
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-10692759029294197152012-11-03T22:33:00.001-05:002012-11-03T23:12:02.045-05:00Happy PostI haven't really kept my word about looking on the bright side of things in memory of those we've lost too soon. I'm not going to lie, the last few weeks have been a bit dim. Nothing to complain about in the grand scheme of things but nothing to write about either. So in hopes of turning my luck around, I'm going to try <em>really</em> hard to focus on the positive. <br />
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**I am beyond impressed with my sisters' and mother's attitude during the Hurricane Sandy debacle. They didn't have power for DAYS (Mom happened to be visiting family during this storm so yes, we need to talk about her travel timing) but every time I was able to talk to them, they never complained. I'm not saying they're dirty, but if I go for more than 24 hours without a shower, you might as well just lock me in a closet and let me throw my tantrum. I'm in serious awe of how everyone pulled together and made the best of a bad situation.<br />
**After my eye exam at the mall this morning (isn't that convienent?!), I stopped at H&M. I didn't know I was walking into a war zone! A mother/daughter duo was having quite the disagreement on a sweater/dress and after one pair of opaque tights and a properly fitted skirt I was called a "hero." (I should probably mention I have the same sweater/dress in my closet...)<br />
**The main thing I love about Texas is the people. My allergies were killing me the other day and I was at Target. A lady with 2 kids in her cart heard me sniffling and clearing my throat. She took the Claritin she hadn't paid for yet, ripped open the box and gave me one. She said if didn't work to let her know because she just came from a doctor's appointment who recommended it. I laughed and said I'd be happy to be her guinea pig. Strange, yes, but if the situation were reversed, I'd do the same thing.<br />
**Due to some injections I got this week (that I will never EVER EVER get again) I've been extremely grateful for leggings, stretchy pants and very loose fitting tops. This injury has made me humble. I will never judge anyone who has a scooter. I'm not gonna lie, this morning, I was actually a little bit jealous of those scooter riding mall goers.<br />
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**This morning I noticed my waistline was a bit...thicker than normal. I knew swelling was a potentional side effect from the injections I got yesterday but what I DIDN'T think about was the fact that my jeans wouldn't be able to button. Thank you Lord for elastisized leggings and roomy tops!<br />
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**If my nails aren't painted, I tend to bite them. Therefore they need to be pretty 24/7. As a result of last night's pathetic attempt, I am sporting the world's worst excuse of a manicure today. I'm embarrassed. But not embarrassed enough to pick the polish off. <br />
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**Last week I went home to find the tail end of all time classic movie on tv. I was so distraught I missed it (and didn't record it) that I ordered the DVD from amazon.com. That's right people..I am now the proud owner of this 1989 classic: <br />
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**I have been on a mission to find the perfect black boots for winter. The ones I currently have always fall down my leg and I look ridiculous. I have super skinny calves (it's real attractive, lemme tell ya) but since I don't want to spend an arm and a leg, both my calves and my budget have made this quite the impossible task. Anyone have any ideas where I could look?? I've tried DSW and Zappos but I do prefer to try them on before I buy them...<br />
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I hope ya'll have a fabulous weekend!! Happy Fall Back :o) (Don't forget to change your clocks tomorrow night!)Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-44948780024446101652012-11-01T19:48:00.002-05:002012-11-01T21:03:57.909-05:00RantI realize things could (and can) always be worse. No matter the situation, whenever I've been in pain, sick or depressed, my parents have always said "it could always be worse." Yes, that's true. And don't take that the wrong way...my parents are two of the most loving people alive. But they believe in keeping things in perspective which unfortunately, sometimes, makes me want to break something.<br />
Now is one of those times. Please note, I realize most of the Northern East Coast is still without power after Hurricane Sandy. I also realize I have a lot of family and friends I was worried about only a few short days ago. So yes, I do realize things could be worse.<br />
Life is life and there's always crap to deal with.<br />
In terms of my current injury, I've surpassed my limit of tolerance. Today I got trigger point injections and while I should be at happy hour with the allocation team, I'm instead laying on ice on my couch because I can't even put pressure on my left side (where the injections were.) I did call a pain management doctor today because again, I'm beyond over and done with this situation. <br />
For the past two months, I haven't had a life. I didn't celebrate my birthday this year and if you know me, you probably just fell out of your chair.<br />
I don't want to get out of bed in the morning. I do because I have a job and I'm grateful. I don't want to socialize; if I do, it's usually short lived and last minute. I spend most of my nights in the fetal position on my couch or in my bed. I drink at least two glasses of wine every night. I've become more self absorbed than I can stand. (Case in point...most of my family is without power after dealing with Sandy and here I am blogging about my back pain.) If I sleep more than 3 hours straight at a time, it's a good night. I'm constantly exhausted. I want to scream and cry because I'm single and 31 and my time outside of work should be fun and enjoyable. Instead, when I can't stand being home any longer, I put on a happy face and count down the minutes until I can reclaim the fetal position because even though I'm hurting, it makes me happy to see friends happy to see me. (Self indulgent much?) I'm SICK of people judging me and looking at me after I've explained my injury with an expression of "what's the big deal?"<br />
Granted, the reason why this is so frustrating is because I do have good minutes. Hours, even. But days? No.<br />
Have ya'll ever dealt with a situation like this? How did you overcome it? Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-37154047394701616022012-10-26T21:10:00.001-05:002012-10-26T21:13:38.066-05:00Friday Confessions<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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**I'm very disappointed in myself for not writing this week. There just really hasn't been much to write about. I apologize and I promise I will try to be more interesting.<br />
**I'm ridiculously excited for my hair appointment on Wednesday. I've had the same hair style since 2003 and I think it may be time for a change (duh)...nothing super dramatic but I really like these styles (kinda what I already have; just shorter layers.) If anyone would like to come over and style it for me every morning, that'd be GREAT!<br />
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**This is the first year I don't have any Halloween plans and it scares me to say I'm okay with that. I'm really not ready to be a boring grown up.</div>
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**We Texans FINALLY got a cold front! I'm probably the only person in Dallas who has her windows open right now but I love cuddling with a blanket and good movie or book (nevermind the absent dog.)</div>
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**Last night I woke up at 1:14 BECAUSE I WAS SLEEP TALKING. That's right. I woke myself up. I don't know whether to be embarrassed or impressed because if you know me, then you know it is NOT easy to get me out of a deep slumber...or any slumber for that matter.<br />
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**I'm making <a href="http://tastykitchen.com/recipes/main-courses/butter-chicken-2/">this</a> recipe tonight and I'm slightly nervous/excited. This is my life people. Excitement over a recipe. I want my life back. Like yesterday. #hurryuprecovery<br />
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**This morning my back was feeling pretty good so I was thinking about taking Toby for a nice long walk after work. On my way to the office, I had to pull over twice because I kept getting spasms and my right leg started to go numb (that's a new one.) The Lord has spoken...quite dramatically if you ask me. He couldn't have waited till I was at my desk?? So, no walk. Poor Bugs :o(<br />
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**I went to the mall after work one day to buy some jeans I've had my eye on for a while. I was ridiculously proud of myself for walking out of the mall with nothing else. It's the little things. <br />
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**I am absolutely horrible at commenting back on this blog. I usually read the e-mail I get on my phone in the middle of doing something else and I forget to reply. I'm so sorry. Please don't be offended! I'll get better, I promise! <br />
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**I desperately want to take a bath. But there may have been a slight episode with getting in and out of the tub a few weeks ago that makes me a bit nervous to try it again. Maybe I'll bathe in my bathing suit just in case I have to call in reinforcements...I need a reality show. Seriously.<br />
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That's really all I have ya'll. I hope you have a fabulous weekend! :o) Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-65145676935344831192012-10-18T14:04:00.000-05:002012-10-19T14:05:42.067-05:00Happy ThursdayThis week hasn't been good, or bad, just kinda blah. So instead of listing the good things (because honestly nothing sticks out in my mind right now) these are the things that have put a smile on my face every day. Enjoy!!<br />
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<br />Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-83228166433193155992012-10-12T15:08:00.001-05:002012-10-12T15:25:23.034-05:00Confessional Friday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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**The other night I had a dream about the perfect pants. I don't know if the Fashion Gods are trying to tell me something or if that simply means I've been shopping too much. (Is there such thing as shopping too much? I think not.)</div>
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**I woke up this morning and started laughing due to the fact that my alarm literally startled Sissy off her high perch of pillows. She just looked up at me with a confused look on her face then started wagging her tail. Sweet girl. Cracked. Me. Up.</div>
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**I am SICK of the Gangham Style song. The radio has killed it for me. It's not even in English! Stop playing it! Please, I beg you.</div>
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**As of late, I have become obsessed with beauty products. I frequent Ulta as much as Chik-Fil-A! (Read: 1-2 times a week.) I'm not kidding when I say since I've only been to Ulta once this week, I'm trying to figure out if I can squeeze in a quick trip before my parents arrive tonight. #seriousshopper</div>
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**This week I discovered TBS is running The Nanny reruns at 9 pm. This makes me ridiculously happy. Love me some Fran Fine, Maxwell Sheffield and oh, Niles. Dear, sweet Niles. :o)</div>
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**Whenever I go to the wine store, I never like the new wine I picked because I picked the pretty bottle, not the recommended bottle. I will never learn. </div>
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Happy Friday people! Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-54038883241788392672012-10-11T20:22:00.001-05:002012-10-12T13:50:12.597-05:00BlessingsSo many times (if not ALL the time) we, as a whole, focus on the negative rather than the positive. It's a sad reality. We're told not to feel sorry for ourselves, to be strong, to be positive but at 31 years old, I don't think I've ever been asked "what's right?" as opposed to "what's wrong?" In fact, the question "what's right" just sounds odd.<br />
Yesterday, I watched the live stream of Matt Turner's funeral. Is it weird since I've never even met him? Or his wife? Or anyone who personally knows him? Yes, it is. But my heart literally aches for the Turner family and I, more than anything, wanted to see how Julee was.<br />
To say his eulogies were heartwarming doesn't explain it. To see Julee made me feel better. She looked peaceful. It's clear how well liked Matt was and you could tell she was proud to be called the love of his life. He was only a year older than me...for a man his age to have such a positive impact on others makes me want to be a better person. <br />
SO, IN LIGHT of Matt Turner's passing, I'm going to dedicate one post a week to what's right in my life, rather than what's wrong. In his honor, for those who have loved him, and for others who have passed much too soon, I am going to make a bullet list of the good that has happened that week rather than the bad. <br />
Please join me! On facebook, on your own blog, on twitter, whatever. It can be silly stuff, serious stuff, it doesn't matter. Let's focus on the good rather than the bad. I'll start...<br />
**I saved $25 at Tom Thumb yesterday. That's a new shirt!<br />
**I donated to 3 different animal shelters this week. I love that I can help in different ways.<br />
**I cooked for the first time since my "accident!!" French Onion Soup was the perfect choice :o)<br />
**Cold weather is great for my back. Humidity is not, but I'll take humidity over 100 degrees any day!<br />
**My friend Andrea had a baby girl yesterday. I LOVE having all these babies to spoil!!<br />
**We had potluck at work today and I like that 25 of us can sit and visit. "My" team is awesome.<br />
**People at work are always asking me how I'm doing. It warms my heart that people care. <br />
**I've laughed every single day this week.<br />
**My boss trusted me with her credit card today (for the potluck.) We joke a lot but it feels great to be trusted. (Especially since the Galleria is right down the street!)<br />
**Sissy is wagging her tail and acting like a dog. She's even barked once or twice. Melts. My. Heart.<br />
**I truly love that I can talk to my sisters and my bff (who all live out of state) like I saw them yesterday.<br />
**Matt's funeral makes me want to leave notes for my loved ones in case something happens. It's a terrible thought but to see the peace on Julee's face (since Matt left notes to her and his mom) may make it my weekend project soon. <br />
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What good has happened to you this week? What have you done? What has someone done for you?<br />
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**If this becomes popular, I'll create a linky thing. If not, that's okay. I'm still gonna do the once a week post! Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-48887347320081228242012-10-09T20:01:00.002-05:002012-10-09T20:20:21.491-05:00I've aged 25 yearsThis morning I woke up to find this on Facebook: <br />
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Long story short...this would be a picture of the sweet, very scared and timid foster I had over the weekend. She was at her new foster's house and bolted. If you've never dealt with it, this situation is horrible and scary for all involved. After a few long hours, I got a phone call that THANKFULLY someone found her and brought her to the local animal shelter. The foster coordinator asked if I would keep Sissy for the week while her permanent foster gets settled in a new place. </div>
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At the shelter after pickup. Poor girl was overwhelmed.</div>
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Went right to "her" corner when we got home. </div>
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I'd like to think this is her "you mean I can keep all this stuff if I don't run away??" face</div>
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Paws in the City, the group I foster with, has gone above and beyond to make sure I am comfortable with whatever foster dog I have. Sissy's permanent foster actually helped me when Peanut (the chichuahua) couldn't handle my work schedule. Needless to say, I am MORE than happy to give this girl a safe haven for the next few days. :o)<br />
Thank you Lord for small miracles!!<br />
**And yes, I am making light of what could have been a serious situation. Forgive me if it seems insensitive. I am simply relieved and overjoyed to have Sissy back under my roof, safe and happy. <br />
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**Also, please keep Julee and Preslee Turner in your prayers. Matt's funeral is tomorrow. If you'd like to keep up with the Turners, this is their blog: <a href="http://mattandjuleeturner.blogspot.com/">http://mattandjuleeturner.blogspot.com/</a><br />
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Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-62384585992215686082012-10-07T21:14:00.003-05:002012-10-07T21:17:18.309-05:00Life is FragileThere are many things I don't understand. (Clearly that's another post for another day.)<br />
Last night, a woman I've never met lost her husband in a car accident. <br />
I've followed Julee Turner's blog for years as I was inspired by her positive attitude during her struggle with infertility. As corny as it sounds, I felt that I related to her because at a time when all her friends were having babies, mine were getting married. It's hard to put on a happy face when you would do anything to be able to share in a loved one's joy on a personal level. It's silly to think my wish for a significant other could compare to those who wish for a child but it is what it is.<br />
Our wishes weren't in the cards for either of us at the time and her attitude really helped me whenever I started to feel sorry for myself. On a happy note, Matt and Julee welcome Preslee Bell last November.<br />
Last night, Matt Turner was killed in a car accident.<br />
My heart hurts for them and I'm asking for your prayers. Pray for Matt's family. Pray for his loved ones.<br />
For the life of me, I will never understand why a man who wanted a child so badly would be taken from them so early. <br />
I trust in His timing and His lessons but for right now, I'm sad and angry.<br />
In Matt's memory, please hug your loved ones a little harder tonight. Put the petty, stupid arguments in perspective. Smile at the things that make you happy. Call someone you haven't talked to in a while. Fight to be a better version of yourself every minute of every day.<br />
I pray for Julee, I pray for Preslee and I pray that one day God will make sense of this tragedy. I know how much I cherish the moments with those I love and I hope you do the same.<br />
Bless this family, bless their friends and Lord, please carry them through this journey. Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3150835244327367485.post-34237931979160745712012-10-05T21:46:00.001-05:002012-10-05T22:03:20.280-05:00Confessional Friday<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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(Cue the Usher theme song) It's that time peeps so let's get this party going! I know I'm a bit late but every girl is entitled to a fashionable entrance, right?<br />
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**I'm going to state the obvious...this back injury sucks. Note to others: if you don't have back pain, you don't have the right to judge. End of story. And yes, I will be a bitch about it. I wouldn't wish these past 6 weeks on anyone and I think it's amazing what a bit sympathy and kindness can do for a person in pain. I'm blessed with an amazing family and some great friends, but this whole debacle has really highlighted who I can and can't count on. <br />
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**I have a 4 legged weekend guest and while I'm excited, this one is different than the others. She's been at the vet getting treated for heartworms and her permanent foster is moving this weekend so couldn't take her. This girl breaks my heart because I know she's scared. Her favorite place in the house is the corner of my kitchen. I did get a tail wag earlier so I'm hopeful but it breaks my heart that she shakes every time I pet her. Sometimes all it takes is a scared individual to put aside your own drama and focus on something more meaningful. <br />
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**I microwaved a Market Pantry Chicken Lasagna for dinner tonight and threw it away because it tasted like chemicals. I hate to waste food! But I did what any other 31 year old woman would do...I made an English muffin with cream cheese and baked Doritos, my favorite childhood snack. YUM!<br />
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**I'm beyond bored with my life. I go to work, I go to physical therapy and I go home. I'm starting to get out a bit but I miss having something to look forward to. This girl needs a party to plan, a man to crush on or something else exciting because I can only buy so many shoes online or dresses at Target to help fulfill the happiness gene. (Granted I love all my purchases and I can't wait to wear them but my closet can only hold so much and I'd really rather have something to wear them FOR!)<br />
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**The weatherman said it's going to be 55 degrees here tomorrow and I dusted off my Uggs the second I heard "cold front" 3 days ago. I CAN. NOT. WAIT. I have 3 outfit options. <br />
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**The WVU vs Texas game is tomorrow and I feel like a loser for not having plans. (Everything these days is on a whim due to the aforementioned back pain) The good news is I have 3 jerseys...one for Bugs, one for foster pup and of course, one for me :o) Go 'EERS!!!<br />
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I hope ya'll have a fabulous weekend! If you do anything fun, please tell me so I can live vicariously through you :o) Jenhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08832394377971513253noreply@blogger.com3