Tuesday, April 30, 2013

Sex Panther

April 2009

Jimmy is kinda sad today. Just a little blue.

So, I wanted to post this photo of him holding a bottle of Sex Panther cologne. It's made with bits of real panther, so you know it's good. It's a formidable scent. It stings the nostrils. In a good way.

They've done studies, you know. 60% of the time it works every time.

That doesn't make sense.

Someone (you, Turner?) actually spent their hard-earned cash on this for Jimmy's birthday several years back. Somewhere in this apartment is a bottle of Sex Panther.

This picture reminds me of the sense of humor his/our friends/family have. How funny and genuine they are. How caring they are.

This is why I need a favor from you guys. I'm here rallying the troops. Leave him a comment on this post, or here and here.  Text or call him (just know he may not return it right away).  I will make sure he gets all of it.

Jimmy needs his army today.

Tell him it's okay to feel discouraged about his injury. Tell him it's okay to be sad about it. Tell him it's okay to want his old life back. Tell him it's okay that he doesn't want to make new friends in wheelchairs because he just wants his old friends.  Tell him it's okay not to want to be around people who have been in chairs for 40 years because it's depressing to think about that being him one day. Tell him one day at a time. Tell him he is still the same.

Make him laugh. Make him happy cry. Tell him you love him.

Thanks, y'all.

Monday, April 29, 2013

We Are One

I'm buying one of these for the Boston fan in my house.

Thanks to our friend Aaron, a TV news photographer who works in Boston, for posting this. Aaron is also an amazing still iPhone photographer and captures post-marathon images on Instagram.

The artist on Etsy is donating the proceeds to the One Fund. I read yesterday that 28 Boston Marathon bombing victims remain hospitalized and one is still in critical condition.

It seems like a calm had been restored after the scary week in Boston, but the medical needs for many families will linger for years, possibly forever.

Saturday, April 27, 2013

Asking

Do you feel that Facebook has purely become a place for sharing quotes, animal posters and pictures of food?

Facebook has become Pinterest and I don't always love it when social media worlds collide (hashtags still aren't FB friendly, people.)

Here's a quote that didn't make me want to close my account forever and ever (photo below). As I scrolled through FB this morning, I saw one of Jimmy's best friends painting this as a part of a volunteering project him and his wife worked on.

This is a really really really great quote.

Asking for help is something I know I need to do. Jimmy too. He doesn't want to need help and it wasn't easy for me to learn how to ask for help.

I've learned people get "help" in all sorts of places. I've also learned that what helps you may not help me.

Last night, I got together with three special ladies, and that? Well, that helped me. Just four girls in a grown-up town home. Eating, drinking, talking, laughing.

Help comes in all forms.

Being able to recognize what help you need is a start. Being able to ask for that help is an accomplishment.

My therapist would be so proud.

Scott getting his volunteering on 

Thursday, April 25, 2013

Chocolate, Auburn and now, Blonde



Today I got my hair did by someone named Heather.
 
Heather was recommended to me by the very person who chopped all my hair off the day I got to Shepherd... the day I got in Atlanta. That stylist now lives on the west coast, but she sent me in Heather's direction. Heather looks like a Carrie Underwood/Reese Witherspoon combo. I told my story and she told hers and it was like catching up with a old friend who happened to be a complete stranger.
 
My goal was to become blonde. Blonde with a cute, piecy cut. I'm happy.
 
And my husband can see that because I've been dancing around the house like a damn fool.
 
If you're looking for a great stylist in the Atlanta-area, go see Heather at Mosaic Hair Studio.
 
Chocolate. Auburn. Blonde. These are the shades of my life.

Wednesday, April 24, 2013

Wednesday Wisdom: Think

Right?!

Tuesday, April 23, 2013

Tuesday Afternoon

I took this picture while we were outside sunbathing, picnicking and reading today. Looks kind of Godly, I think.

Not a cloud in the sky here in Atlanta and the only thing we hear is some distant traffic on a nearby expressway, the birds and a wooden wind chime.

The only thing I smell is fresh(ish) air and the perfume samples from my magazine.

Happy Tuesday.

Friday, April 19, 2013

Afraid

As I watched CNN coverage of events unfolding in Boston, I'm grateful this popped up in my timeline.

Quote snagged from Momastery.com

Thursday, April 18, 2013

Here I Grow

I got a potted basil plant recently when I attended a dinner, as a party favor. Cute idea.

I was a little hesitant to take it, though. Jaimie and plants don't get along. I've only been able to keep one plant alive.

When I was in college, I worked for an insurance agency. My boss gave me a root of some leafy plant (philodendron, maybe?). That thing certainly had it's ups and downs (my friend took it in after the crash) and now? It seems to be flourishing. I graduated college in 2003. I've kept a plant alive for 10 years! True achievement.

I feel like since I've gotten it some new buddies, it's perked right up. Oh, and sunshine. Apparently it likes that stuff too.

The basil was brown and shriveling before I realized I was supposed to plant and soil it and yeah -- that sunshine thing.

This inspired a trip to Ace Hardware. I found other fun herbs and such. I came home with planters, new plants and some potting mix.

Jimmy shook his head. He knows I have a tough time with plant life. I told him it would be different this time.

It has! I've actually seen some growth in two weeks already. It's exciting. I need a hobby. Oh, wait this counts. I be horticulturing.

I have my coffee and then check m'plants.

But that damn basil. I think it's done for. I though if I planted it and put it in the sun it may re-sprout or something? It may have been too far gone. I act like there's no electronic literature that could tell me what I need to do.

But ole houseplant sure loves it out on the ledge with it's new pals. Kickin' it.

I have given them all (except Basil. It's in plant-ICU) stern instructions to give a stink eye to the chick who lets her dog poop in front of our balcony and DOESN'T PICK IT UP.

Get 'em team green.

Wednesday, April 17, 2013

Bill Murray

This is Rory. She's an amazing little girl-child that belongs to a dear friend.

I got her this shirt for birthday número uno. I found these fun children's shirts/onesies on Etsy.

I will say...  the reaction in the room when Mom opened this gift: puzzled faces. Then Dad said, "Bill Murray?!" (Not in a good way).

But hot damn this child is rocking this shirt. And a magenta mini-tutu/skirt to match? Shut up right now.

Lets face it: it's never too early to introduce your offspring to the likes of Bill Murray, Christopher Walken, Dirty Dancing and sarcasm.

But what could make this outfit more bad ass?

Maybe some polka-dotted stockings and some boots or ballet flats?

Or....OR...

A crown, some aviators and a cigar?


Now I've gotten carried away. 

Tuesday, April 16, 2013

These Three Miles

Oh I wanted so badly to pound the pavement and run 5+ miles, to run a personal best. Reality sunk in as the hills and heat proceeded to kick my ass (I sadly do most of my running on a climate-controlled treadmill).

It was important for me run today. It was important for me to run outside today. I had to think about Boston. To remember the sweet victims. That little boy. I had to live the lyrics of my songs.

"I, I will not surrender. No I, I will not surrender."

"You'll shoot me down, but I won't fall. I am titanium."

"And we live in a beautiful world, yeah we do, yeah we do. Oh, all that I know, there's nothing here to run from, cause yeah, everybody here's got somebody to lean on."

I felt as if drivers and dog walkers looked at me with compassion today. They gave me extra space on the road. Other days, maybe not. Did I remind them of what happened?

I will continue to run and continue to remember each time I lace up my sneakers -- and later this year when I run my first two big races? It will be for them.

Boston

Woke up feeling grateful for life this morning. Grateful my husband is breathing.

I'm glad to live in a world in which people help, sacrifice, work and give in the face of fear. Not knowing what will happen next.

My soul is with those who are dealing with an unexpected, overwhelming feeling of grief. Just wanting know why. How? It's just not fair.

Being healthy and living a life without illness or trauma is a true privilege.

We are with you Boston.

Photo by chicrunner.com

Monday, April 15, 2013

Monday

Are We Having Fun Yet?
Photo by Grace Robertson

Wednesday, April 10, 2013

Happy 43rd, James Walter.

I am grateful for everyday I have you.




PS) In 7 years, I'll be married to a 50-year old.

Wednesday Wisdom: Play


Monday, April 8, 2013

20 Months

It's been 20 months since Jimmy's accident.

20 months since Jimmy bounced on his feet through the newsroom.
20 months since Jimmy brushed his teeth, splashed water on his face or dressed himself.
20 months since Jimmy's pointer finger touched the screen of his iPhone.
20 months since Jimmy made Sunday morning coffee.
20 months since Jimmy drove my car as we ran errands together.
20 months since Jimmy carried a camera on his right shoulder.
20 months since Jimmy opened a bottle of Pinot Grigio, Coke Zero or Bud Light.
20 months since Jimmy played Tiger Woods on his PS3.
20 months since  Jimmy grilled, sauteed, baked or fried.
20 months since Jimmy slept on the right side of our bed.
20 months since Jimmy wasn't on any medication at all.
20 months since Jimmy did the dishes.
20 months since Jimmy wrote a check.
20 months since Jimmy fixed the TV cables.
20 months since Jimmy killed a bug in the house for me.
20 months since Jimmy pet a dog or tickled a kiddo.

20 months ago we started on a new journey.

20 months ago Jimmy was learning how to operate a wheelchair with his mouth.
20 months ago Jimmy learned how to let other people help him get groomed and dressed.
20 months ago Jimmy started to use a mouth stick or voice-activation to operate his phone.
20 months ago Jimmy figured out he doesn't really care for coffee anymore.
20 months ago Jimmy and I realized we'd have to start looking at vans.
20 months ago Jimmy was looking through the opposite end of the camera lens.
20 months ago Jimmy's drink of choice became water.
20 months ago Jimmy was learning he had to be more creative filling his time.
20 months ago Jimmy started instructed me verbally through recipes and cooking.
20 months ago Jimmy got his own room with his own hospital bed and his own TV.
20 months ago Jimmy learned certain medications could help him to feel better.
20 months ago Jimmy let me know it would be okay if some dishes were left in the sink overnight.
20 months ago Jimmy started to remind me to pay rent.
20 months ago Jimmy taught me what an HDMI cable was and why we really needed it.
20 months ago Jimmy taught me that odorless bug spray was best.
20 months ago we learned pets and kids still make Jimmy smile.

Sunday, April 7, 2013

Us in the Upstate

 Excitement and exhaustion.
We're back from a weekend spent in Upstate South Carolina -- one of our favorite places to be.
The more we do trips the more we learn how to handle them with less stress although traveling now is far from easy. On the front end: anxiety. On the tail end: brain and body so so tired. A whole lot of medical supplies to put away. Lots of laundry.
But what comes in between is always worth it.  
Jimmy with some familiar, wonderful news faces at WSPA in Spartanburg, our old station
 
 I liked this picture of Jimmy and I
Jimmy looks way crooked in his chair
Maybe because his chest strap is slanted
Friends.
Friends with kids.
Friends with kids and beer.
And kids who were completely enamored with Jimmy's contraptions.
I went running around parts of Greenville Saturday morning with my friend Kim.
4.5 miles -- A personal best for me. Cake for her.
I bet it would've hurt a lot less without alcohol and junk food the night before
I snapped this shot of Kim while we were running through Falls Park.
Pure athletica. 
 
Me, Jimmy and our former co-worker/current friend Melissa
(Former) Producer
(Former) Photographer
(Current) Reporter
We should take our show on the road..
 
Dear friend Michelle and I go way way back and I adore her and how
silly she and Jimmy are.
This was a long overdue visit. So glad she made time for us.

Man Mani, anyone?
I swear Jimmy can hear his nails grow and gets on me for not tending to them as much as he'd like
This time -- I let someone else do it.
 



#SELFIE
Really I was taking a picture for my Mom to show her I was wearing the earrings she got me

Jimmy's filthy martini with bleu cheese stuffed olives.
Three of them.
And he didn't share.

Jimmy got Shrimp and Grits
We had dinner at one of our favorite restaurants in all of the land: High Cotton

I got the chicken dish (shocking!) but it was quite tasty
and the garlic mashed potatoes were like, the creamiest I've ever had.
I ate some before my brain could remember to snap a picture

Upside down blueberry cake with black-eyed pea and honey ice cream
As weird as that sounds... It was really good.
The brown stuff is sesame seeds baked/fried in butter. kinda crunchy. holy ravioli.
 
I'm way fatter now but it was a good trip. Jimmy was a trooper even though he didn't sleep all that well. As much as we love Greenville, it felt good to return to Atlanta.
We're happy tired. 
Good moments were had and it was good to get Jimmy out for the weekend.

Wednesday, April 3, 2013

Wednesday Wisdom: Anne



Monday, April 1, 2013

Recently

Easter. Jordan Almonds. Quiche. Champagne. Cake. Candy. Company.

Appointments. Elevators. Signing In. Doctors. Nurses

Courtyard. Sunshine. Bees. Ants. Birds. Dogs. Reading. La Croix. Snacks. Warmth.

Living room. Windows open. Seinfeld. Reading. iPad.

Jaimie. Jimmy.

Grateful for every small moment.