everyday is day one

this weekend was: catching up on National Geographics, Glee, and loving the New Normal because it’s got Riley from National Treasure and because it’s about feelings; exploring new neighborhoods in the hopes of finding a new apartment; the most delicious sandwich I’ve ever had, and new Pink, DMB, Matchbox Twenty, and a surprising album from Jon McLaughlin; swapping clothes with friends; birthday parties, goodbye parties, and intense games of shuffleboard; more apartments tucked in the hills, coffee and a celebrity, bagels, and the Los Angeles Opera, the Two Foscari, and fancy dresses in ninety degree heat; delicious sandwiches from Grub, and politics, and the Master and everything that Joaquin and Amy and Philip have to teach us; Mario and blogging, and staying up past my bedtime.


 

#30dayspositive

One of my yoga teachers, who I am sure I’ve talked about before, is doing this thing called 30 Days Positive. You can learn about it here, but it’s basically about losing the negativity and finding positivity in each and every day. Here’s my first eight days.

8/2/2012 – day one: went to Shark Week 25th Anniversary party. Ate a cupcake.


8/3/2012 – day two: found this of nikki and me…guess I have to update this one!

8/4/2012 – day three: beach day for myself, including crosswords and MVY Radio.

8/5/2012 – day four: gluten free blueberry pie.

8/6/2012 – day five: Yesterday I lost my keys, forgot to put butter in my pie, and got a piece of plastic stuck in garbage disposal. Jeff got the plastic out, the pie was delicious, and the Farmer’s Market called to tell me they have my keys. #30dayspositive. Win.

8/7/2012 – day six: laundry = done.


8/8/2012 – day seven: taking time to feed Jeff and I right.

8/9/2012 – day eight: second night of homemade meals, this time, Summer Vegetable Pasta with goat cheese. 

14.4/o positive

Oh, hello Friday! This weekend I have a million things going on, and I am so excited (and a little nervous!) for all of them. They include my photo shoot that I am foodstyling (Mary is photographing, yay!) and my first time paddleboarding (which Lauren insists is fun but I am still nervous.)

But I want to talk to you about yesterday! I signed up to give blood yesterday through UCLA since they do a blood drive at my work about every six months. Usually, I have trouble giving blood, and in the whirl of this week I didn’t have much time to up my iron in my diet. However, I did have kale on Wednesday night, and yesterday I kind of just had this feeling.

I have these feelings often. They helped me anticipate when my name was going to be called to talk in class (I always kind of just knew I was next) and when I was going to win something from a fish bowl of names for some contest here or there.

So when I woke up yesterday with said feeling, I just knew I was going to somehow have enough iron to give. Your level has to be at 12.5 to give, and last time I was at the drive at work mine was 12.0. I didn’t want to get my hopes up, because it’s also been 11.9, 11.5, 11.4, etc., but I just knew.

And so, when the nurse said, “14.4, you’re good.” I was ecstatic! Above my normal! Totally in the clear! Ready to give!

As someone who is O Positive, and someone who doesn’t not care one iota if a needle is in my arm, I was so glad to be able to give. Because I can, and because I have a blood type that is very much needed. Because I don’t squirm or faint or anything. And, having being blessed with not being afraid of needles or blood, I feel like it’s my duty to use that to my advantage and give blood!

Here’s my arm after yesterday’s donation: green gauze! They even let you pick.

Here’s some information about blood donation from the Red Cross:

  • Share of the U.S. population eligible to give blood: Less than 38 percent.
  • More than 38,000 blood donations are needed every day.
  • The blood type most often requested by hospitals is Type O.
  • The number of blood donations collected in the U.S. in a year: 16 million (2006).
  • The number of blood donors in the U.S. in a year: 9.5 million (2006).

Let’s do some math. If 38 percent of the population is eligible to give blood in the US, and in 2006 there were 9.5 million blood donors, that means 104.5 million Americans who are eligible to give blood don’t.

Are you one of them? If so, maybe you should donate! Do you know your blood type? Hospitals most often need Type 0 blood, but there are rarer blood types that are also sought.

If you have questions, let me know! I’d be happy to answer what I can and I’d be happy to go with you to give blood!

 

 

 

Nine-digit Jen.

This was one of the names offered to me when I told some of my friends that I had broken my finger. That’s right, folks: I broke my right index finger. Just the tip. X-rays to come because they’re hysterical. (They didn’t ask me to take off my ring, which resulted in hilarity.)

I slammed my finger in my car door on Sunday. It wasn’t glamorous.  I wasn’t fighting Ninjas. I wasn’t rushing. I was just getting out of the car.

My dad, who I immediately called, said a trip to the ER was unnecessary. So I just kept it on ice all day and night. But around 3 am Monday morning, the ice had melted and I knew something was wrong.

So off to urgent care I went, where my dad said they would poke a hole in my nail. To relieve the pressure from the hematoma. (The rest of this might not be for the faint of heart.)

So at urgent care, the doctor gives me something to help with the pain (which does not help) and then sends me off to x-rays. Where I wait around for 20 minutes, watching my ice melt and realizing that my finger does not feel any better. So Jeff finds me another bucket of ice, and I then finally am called in x-ray, where the woman takes one, and then says, “It looks like we have a problem right here.”

After x-rays were taken, back to the doctor to get the needle through the nail.

“This way, you won’t lose your nail,” the doctor said. Then he pokes one hole…and another…and a third.

“Wow, yea. You’re definitely going to lose your nail.” Thanks, doc.

“So, it’s not broken?” I ask.

“I’m going to go check right now,” he says. At this point, I’m still pretty sure I’m going to be heading to work after this.

The doctor comes back as I am getting bandaged.

“Congrats. Your finger is definitely broken. It’s fractured,” he says. Into a frog splint my finger goes. Work? Not until Wednesday…

Tomorrow I head to Dr. Savage to find out what the next step is. Research says my stupid finger is going to be in this splint for about two weeks. We’ll see how that goes. Meanwhile, I am glad I once decided to use my left hand for my mouse because it it making my life so much easier!

Next up? Putting up my hair, cooking, figuring out what I can do for exercise…

 

 

This weekend…

…it was….

girl’s night, real loud. wine, PW apps, more wine, and salad. Laughing, laughing, laughing…more wine. Laughing, crying because we’re laughing, smiling. Stories, clothing swap, “That looks great on you!” Screaming about nothing, screaming about “You are SO pretty omg” and “He’s so sucky, he just sucks” and “Oh my god this is delicious” and “Ugh I love it!” Music, and smiles, and hugs, and god, we needed that.

sleep, wake.

soccer. “No more goals” to keep it fair. “Can I play for the other team?” to keep it fair. Running, smiling, laughing, soccer. Home, leftovers. CC and I, shopping. Meeting CD, shopping ,work appropriate tops, and “No you cannot have that.” Christmas music, which we’re ignoring. More laughing. Cute dresses, cute shoes. No boots. “Why does this zipper make sense?” Home, lasagna. Calm. Alone. Thanksgiving planning. “All we have to do is making this and this the night before? That’s great!” Eat lasagna. Realize we’re nine recipes behind in blogging. Not caring. Lasagna = winner. Princess Bride, because he hasn’t seen it…”Anybody want a peanut?” so good.

sleep, wake.

Egg sandwich. Head to work, by 10 am. New clothes, feelin’ spiffy. Work, work, smile, smile, work…off of work, nearly done. Gas, then home, then TJs, for pizza stuff…then home, then cookies. Half the recipe. Cookies look half the size…but they are still good! Open some wine, make some pizza dough, get ready for Jenn…Jenn arrives! Pizzas get made. Bacon and onion, clam, mushroom broccoli, pepperoni, cheese. Best. pizza. ever. Chatting, chatting all night long, about home, about friends, about new friends, about nothing in particular. Three pizzas, three friends, one bottle of wine. Great night. Goodbye, promise of seeing each other tomorrow.

sleep, wake.