Thank G-d, it wasn't my emergency but I did call 911 the other day. It was pretty crazy.
I was driving home from Great Lakes Crossing (outlet mall) after a very successful trip. Although I did not find the ONE thing I went for which was a FANCY red or maroon dress or top to wear with a ball gown skirt to my close friend's wedding. Anyone have any suggestions? I've got two weeks left. AHHH!
Back to the story. So I was on the highway on the way home thinking how lucky I was that there wasn't traffic in my direction and I notice all traffic start to slow down. I also see on the side of the road (the inner part of the highway) a pick-up truck that appears to have flipped over but I notice that it is still moving. It was actually in the process of flipping over. What a sickening sight. He was right on top of an overpass and I was scared he was going to flip right over it. Luckily, he came to a stop.
Right away I noticed that there were at least 3 cars involved in this accident and all traffic came to an immediate halt. After the intial shock, people started moving again and we were all pulling over to the right to avoid the wreckage. I grabbed my cell phone and dialed 911 and tried to figure out where we were. I thought to myself, "am I just going to call and tell them I just passed an accident? Or should I stop and tell them the details." Then it hit me, "Natalie, pull over right now and stop. You are (or rather were) a trained EMT and you are first on the scene. Get out of car and run over there to help." So I did that. I pulled my car over and traffic was pretty slow so I was able to run across the highway. I was on the phone with 911 at that point telling them where we were, how many cars were involved and how many people I saw injured. At that point, I just saw one man with blood running down his face but I didn't know if anyone was left in the flipped car. They took my name and phone number and said EMS was on the way. We hung up and I told them that the ambulance was on the way. The man was being taken care of by another person and she was pretty much doing what I would be doing. She asked if anyone had water which I realized I did and ran back to the car to get some. I went back and we were talking to the man, asking if he had anyone that he wanted us to call. He kept saying he ruined his truck, he can't believe it. His wife is out of town and he has to call and tell her her crashed the truck. Luckily, there was no one else in the car and how he crawled out by himself, I don't know. But by the looks of his injuries, he was pretty incredibly lucky!!! Then I went over to the other lady whose car was smashed right up next to his truck because no one was talking to her since she didn't appear injured. I was concerned she be in shock. So I went over to check if she was ok. She seemed to be fine physically, she was just shaken up. She kept pointing out how close he was to her door and how she could have been really hurt. She was also lucky. There were 2 other cars aside from those involved but no injuries and minor damage to their cars. I guess what happened was traffic started slowing but someone didn't notice and they all collided. It was pretty crazy.
EMS and the cops arrived. The medics took the man away and then were talking to people on the scene. I went back to my car for a minute and a cop asked if I was in the accident. I said no but I had called 911 so he told me to pull my car in front of everyone else and wait around for a minute. So I did that and the few of us that were there spent a few minutes talking about the accident and what we saw, etc. Then the cop came over and told the woman I was talking to that they probably wouldn't need her but thanks for stopping and for her help. She pretty much did the same thing I did - we just stopped to help and see if everyone was ok and called 911. So I told him that he probably doesn't need me either. I just saw the tail end of the accident (no pun intended) and called 911. So he thanked me for stopping and I went on my way.
Whoooo.
My heart was pounding after that experiance! It sure got the adrenaline pumping again.
It made me realize that I really don't know much about being an EMT anymore. Although I can still keep my cool in an emergency situation. But I feel like I should review my books or something. And I should definitly keep a First Aid kit in my car, along with rubber gloves.
And most of all, I miss being an EMT. I miss having a job that DOES something, that makes a difference in people's lives. Something that counts.
One day, I will get back to it. Some way other another. I toy with the idea a lot. The idea of DOING something with my life. In a professional sense. I just don't know that right now is the time. Maybe I am just scared. Of change? I don't know. We'll see what happens.
By the way, I told a couple people this story and they thought it was really strange that I stopped. They never would have stopped. So maybe it's the EMT part of me that made me do it. I know that in my thought process, I felt it would be wrong to keep driving. Because I didn't know who else was there? And maybe I could help. Not that I still know very much.
But I would do the same thing again.
What would you do?
Friday, August 11, 2006
Photo Fraud
Check out this short video from Aish.com showing the crazy media distortions and lies in photographs from Lebanon. Here is the link: http://www.aish.com/movies/PhotoFraud.asp
Thursday, August 10, 2006
Major Roi Klein
Most of you have probably heard this but I got this e-mailed to me and I thought it was important to post.
Al Eilah Ani Bochia......
Major Roi Klein...IDF combat officer...who gave his life fighting last week in Bint Jebail, South Lebanon. Major Roi Klein...just shy of his 31st birthday, from the hilltop settlement of Eli. He was married with 2 young boys...and went off to battle in South Lebanon.
While leading the charge against a Hizbolla terrorist position, a grenade was thrown at his IDF platoon, and Roi made the decision to jump on top of the grenade. Falling flat over it, his body absorbed the explosion, saving the lives of the soldiers under his command.
What goes through the mind of a soldier, a husband, a father when he sees the grenade being thrown at him, and the split second decision that will end his life, yet save those around him?
This noble Jewish soldier not only sacrificed his life, Al Kiddush Hashem, for the sanctification of G-d by defending the Jewish State, but in the process, saved the individual lives of his fellow soldiers around him. Every soldier's life he saved was a world in and of itself.
And those soldiers whose lives were saved all told the same story...that as he jumped on the grenade, everyone was able to hear him say, "Shma Yisrael, Hashem Elokaynu, Hashem Echad."
Al Eilah Ani Bochia......
Major Roi Klein...IDF combat officer...who gave his life fighting last week in Bint Jebail, South Lebanon. Major Roi Klein...just shy of his 31st birthday, from the hilltop settlement of Eli. He was married with 2 young boys...and went off to battle in South Lebanon.
While leading the charge against a Hizbolla terrorist position, a grenade was thrown at his IDF platoon, and Roi made the decision to jump on top of the grenade. Falling flat over it, his body absorbed the explosion, saving the lives of the soldiers under his command.
What goes through the mind of a soldier, a husband, a father when he sees the grenade being thrown at him, and the split second decision that will end his life, yet save those around him?
This noble Jewish soldier not only sacrificed his life, Al Kiddush Hashem, for the sanctification of G-d by defending the Jewish State, but in the process, saved the individual lives of his fellow soldiers around him. Every soldier's life he saved was a world in and of itself.
And those soldiers whose lives were saved all told the same story...that as he jumped on the grenade, everyone was able to hear him say, "Shma Yisrael, Hashem Elokaynu, Hashem Echad."
Friday, July 28, 2006
I don't have the words.....
I'm not sure how to write this post. I don't know where to begin. Or where to end.
Maybe by writing this, it will help me deal with some of the thoughts and feelings that keep running through my mind.
I got a phone call today from a friend of mine. She wanted to know if I had heard about the girl. I asked what girl and she said the one who committed suicide. The Orthodox St. Louis girl. She wanted to know if I knew her. I almost didn't want to know but I asked anyway. Who was it?
"Sarah Adelman".
It was like someone punched me. I couldn't really believe it at first. She was my age. A grade younger than me in school. We weren't close but I knew her. I spent 10 years in school with her. She was always so friendly and sweet.
And now she is dead? She committed suicide? It didn't make sense.
My friend forwarded the article to me from the New York Post. Here is the link: Upper West Side Suicide
I read the article. Once. Twice. Three times. I felt sicker everytime that I read it. But it was so hard to believe that it was true. That kind of stuff doesn't happen. Certainly not to people we know. But there it was. In black and white. With her smiling face staring out at me. Her roommate was quoted at the bottom of the article - I know her. I was friends with her. We took tap dance together. This is too close to home.
I can't stop thinking about it. About her. About all the things she will never do. Or never do again. I keep thinking about how can someone be so miserable in life that they will jump out of their 8th story window?? What are they thinking right before hand? She called a friend of hers before she jumped. To say goodbye and that she loved him. He begged her not to do it. She was writing the note while they were on the phone. I guess the note said where she lived and DNR - Do not resusicate.
She had been depressed for awhile but no one thought it was that bad. I understand now how depression can truly be an illness. No one just jumps out of a window - in the middle of the afternoon. She must have been suffering so badly. Maybe she isn't suffering anymore. I don't know. I don't know what happens now.
But I keep thinking of her family. Everyone knows the Adelmans. That has to be the worst thing in the world. To have a child die. Not only to die but to take their own life. How does a parent handle that? How does a mother deal with that? Oh G-d, the agony. We should never know such sadness and grief. I pray that her family is somehow able to go on and able to survive. I don't know how someone recovers from that.
Her younger sister married another St.Louis boy. They live in Israel. Her parents called to tell her she had to come home. That her sister was killed. But they didn't say how. Because how do you tell someone that.
I spoke to a couple friends that went to the funeral. They said it was terrible. Everyone was crying. Yes, I know many people cry at funerals. But there is crying. And then there are heartwrenching sobs. My friend said it was the hardest thing she has ever done. In her life.
St. Louis is in shock. How does a community get over this? I guess eventually they do. But I imagine it will take years. Decades maybe.
I remember the year I spent in highschool at Block in St. Louis. They had moved the girls to a new building. Right near the mall. We would often walk to the mall during our lunch break or a free period. On that walk to the mall, we passed a tall office building. And I remember hearing about a boy who commited suicide off that building. A yeshiva bochur. Everytime we walked past that building, I would look at it and almost get chills. And that wasn't even someone I knew.
Weird.
I asked another friend who was closer to her if she knew she was depressed. And she said she knew that she felt very pressured. All of her close friends were married, most with at least one child. Her younger sister was married. And she couldn't find someone. The pressure to get married was a lot for her. I don't know if it was internal or external or both. But maybe this will be an eye-opener. There is so much pressure on girls to get married. 25 is not an old maid. Far from it. That's something to keep in mind.
I can't stop thinking about her. I can't stop thinking about her friends and her family and how awful they must feel. Awful for the loss and awful that it didn't have to happen. It shouldn't have happened. I am sure they are going to have to deal with so many different emotions. And I feel for the boy who broke up with her on Sunday night. I know that isn't why she jumped. But it was probably the last straw. But I don't envy that poor boy and what he is going through. And her roommate, Aviva. They grew up together. They were best friends and roomates. They saw each other every day. I know she is not dealing with this. I can't even begin to imagine what her mother is going through. I wish them all strength and peace. To everyone that this affects.
I feel like I should be doing something. I feel like I should have done something. Maybe that's crazy. I mean, I don't know when we last spoke to each other. I wish we were closer. I wish I had been there for her. I don't even know what I wish. I just feel so bad.
I don't know what else there is to say.
One of the things I heard that was said by the Rabbi of the Young Israel in St. Louis. He and his wife were both teachers of mine. In more than one grade. And I know they taught Sarah, too.
He said the Torah teaches us "V'Ahavta L'erayacha Kamocha - Love Your Neighbor as Yourself." We are all supposed to love our friends the way that we love ourselves. But what do you do if you don't love yourself?
That was an amazing thing about Sarah. She was able to love her friends so much and always greet people with a big smiling face. She was able to truly love her friends.......... even though she didn't love herself. She was able to really take care of her friends. Even though she was hurting so badly inside. Hurting more than any of us can know.
Poor Sarah. May she finally rest in peace.
Maybe by writing this, it will help me deal with some of the thoughts and feelings that keep running through my mind.
I got a phone call today from a friend of mine. She wanted to know if I had heard about the girl. I asked what girl and she said the one who committed suicide. The Orthodox St. Louis girl. She wanted to know if I knew her. I almost didn't want to know but I asked anyway. Who was it?
"Sarah Adelman".
It was like someone punched me. I couldn't really believe it at first. She was my age. A grade younger than me in school. We weren't close but I knew her. I spent 10 years in school with her. She was always so friendly and sweet.
And now she is dead? She committed suicide? It didn't make sense.
My friend forwarded the article to me from the New York Post. Here is the link: Upper West Side Suicide
I read the article. Once. Twice. Three times. I felt sicker everytime that I read it. But it was so hard to believe that it was true. That kind of stuff doesn't happen. Certainly not to people we know. But there it was. In black and white. With her smiling face staring out at me. Her roommate was quoted at the bottom of the article - I know her. I was friends with her. We took tap dance together. This is too close to home.
I can't stop thinking about it. About her. About all the things she will never do. Or never do again. I keep thinking about how can someone be so miserable in life that they will jump out of their 8th story window?? What are they thinking right before hand? She called a friend of hers before she jumped. To say goodbye and that she loved him. He begged her not to do it. She was writing the note while they were on the phone. I guess the note said where she lived and DNR - Do not resusicate.
She had been depressed for awhile but no one thought it was that bad. I understand now how depression can truly be an illness. No one just jumps out of a window - in the middle of the afternoon. She must have been suffering so badly. Maybe she isn't suffering anymore. I don't know. I don't know what happens now.
But I keep thinking of her family. Everyone knows the Adelmans. That has to be the worst thing in the world. To have a child die. Not only to die but to take their own life. How does a parent handle that? How does a mother deal with that? Oh G-d, the agony. We should never know such sadness and grief. I pray that her family is somehow able to go on and able to survive. I don't know how someone recovers from that.
Her younger sister married another St.Louis boy. They live in Israel. Her parents called to tell her she had to come home. That her sister was killed. But they didn't say how. Because how do you tell someone that.
I spoke to a couple friends that went to the funeral. They said it was terrible. Everyone was crying. Yes, I know many people cry at funerals. But there is crying. And then there are heartwrenching sobs. My friend said it was the hardest thing she has ever done. In her life.
St. Louis is in shock. How does a community get over this? I guess eventually they do. But I imagine it will take years. Decades maybe.
I remember the year I spent in highschool at Block in St. Louis. They had moved the girls to a new building. Right near the mall. We would often walk to the mall during our lunch break or a free period. On that walk to the mall, we passed a tall office building. And I remember hearing about a boy who commited suicide off that building. A yeshiva bochur. Everytime we walked past that building, I would look at it and almost get chills. And that wasn't even someone I knew.
Weird.
I asked another friend who was closer to her if she knew she was depressed. And she said she knew that she felt very pressured. All of her close friends were married, most with at least one child. Her younger sister was married. And she couldn't find someone. The pressure to get married was a lot for her. I don't know if it was internal or external or both. But maybe this will be an eye-opener. There is so much pressure on girls to get married. 25 is not an old maid. Far from it. That's something to keep in mind.
I can't stop thinking about her. I can't stop thinking about her friends and her family and how awful they must feel. Awful for the loss and awful that it didn't have to happen. It shouldn't have happened. I am sure they are going to have to deal with so many different emotions. And I feel for the boy who broke up with her on Sunday night. I know that isn't why she jumped. But it was probably the last straw. But I don't envy that poor boy and what he is going through. And her roommate, Aviva. They grew up together. They were best friends and roomates. They saw each other every day. I know she is not dealing with this. I can't even begin to imagine what her mother is going through. I wish them all strength and peace. To everyone that this affects.
I feel like I should be doing something. I feel like I should have done something. Maybe that's crazy. I mean, I don't know when we last spoke to each other. I wish we were closer. I wish I had been there for her. I don't even know what I wish. I just feel so bad.
I don't know what else there is to say.
One of the things I heard that was said by the Rabbi of the Young Israel in St. Louis. He and his wife were both teachers of mine. In more than one grade. And I know they taught Sarah, too.
He said the Torah teaches us "V'Ahavta L'erayacha Kamocha - Love Your Neighbor as Yourself." We are all supposed to love our friends the way that we love ourselves. But what do you do if you don't love yourself?
That was an amazing thing about Sarah. She was able to love her friends so much and always greet people with a big smiling face. She was able to truly love her friends.......... even though she didn't love herself. She was able to really take care of her friends. Even though she was hurting so badly inside. Hurting more than any of us can know.
Poor Sarah. May she finally rest in peace.
Thursday, July 20, 2006
We interrupt the previous post to bring you this message.....
I'm famous!!!
Ok, not quite. But I am on the Free Press website video. I didn't do a very good speaking job but oh well....
You can see the video by going to freep.com. It is towards the middle of the page on the left side. Under "Southfield crowd says Israel should not yield". Under the blurb, it says VIDEO: Local Demonstrations. Click that and first you will see the Arab demonstration and then the Israel one. I am towards the end. Oh yah, and I am the one walking in wearing the Israeli flag, talking on the phone.
Or I think you can go to this link: http://www.freep.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=200660720002
Enjoy. :)
And just to let you all know. There is another "rally" tonight at Dovid Ben Nuchim for Tehillim. It would be nice to have as big a gathering there as we did for the rally last night.....
Ok, not quite. But I am on the Free Press website video. I didn't do a very good speaking job but oh well....
You can see the video by going to freep.com. It is towards the middle of the page on the left side. Under "Southfield crowd says Israel should not yield". Under the blurb, it says VIDEO: Local Demonstrations. Click that and first you will see the Arab demonstration and then the Israel one. I am towards the end. Oh yah, and I am the one walking in wearing the Israeli flag, talking on the phone.
Or I think you can go to this link: http://www.freep.com/apps/pbcs.dll/article?AID=200660720002
Enjoy. :)
And just to let you all know. There is another "rally" tonight at Dovid Ben Nuchim for Tehillim. It would be nice to have as big a gathering there as we did for the rally last night.....
Wednesday, July 19, 2006
Part 1
I am taking a poll.
If you were not charged for an item or were mischarged (to your advantage) and realize afterwards, do you go back to the store and have them correct the mistake?
If you were not charged for an item or were mischarged (to your advantage) and realize afterwards, do you go back to the store and have them correct the mistake?
Sunday, July 16, 2006
Great Quote
I found a great quote before one of the stories in Chicken Soup for the Parent's Soul.
"Parenthood: The state of being better chaperoned than you were before marriage."
-Marcelene Cox
WOW, is that ever true......
"Parenthood: The state of being better chaperoned than you were before marriage."
-Marcelene Cox
WOW, is that ever true......
Friday, July 14, 2006
Invinsible? I am not.
Ok - this post goes out to Shelley - my loyal blog reader. And perhaps the only one left?
Oops, I will try to start posting more often. My life has been busy lately but not really with blog-worthy stuff.
But here is the story Shel has been waiting for.
Some of you may know that I play basketball on Monday and sometime Wednesday nights with a group of girls/women. We've been playing since January-ish and look forward to it every week. It's GREAT excercise - we play for about an hour. And it's fun!!
But people get hurt a lot. Mostly ankle injuries, some hand/finger injuries, and an eye. Most of our husbands play basketball on Tuesday nights but they never seem to come home with the injury stories that we have. Maybe it's because they have been playing longer. Or perhaps because they are Men - ar ar ar.
Until this past Monday, I hadn't had any major injuries. The worst I think was a fall on my knees that got bruised pretty badly and then fell again the next week. But certainly nothing that would prevent me from playing.
I hadn't gone to basketball the week before because we had a wedding to go to and this past Monday we were coming back from a funeral in Pittsburgh. I wasn't sure if I would make it on time for b-ball but we made it back in town, I changed my clothes, made a quick phone call, and was off to b-ball. Had to show everyone that I WAS dedicated!!!
There were only 5 people that showed up so we were playing 3 on 2. Someone threw me a pass that I caught badly and POP!! I felt it and knew something bad happened.
Being the (expired) EMT of the bunch, I usually bring those one-time use ice packs. But since I was in such a rush to get to the game, I didn't have time to go through my EMT bag to find one. Oops. Although it wouldn't really have fixed my problem.
So, after I felt the pop, I ran outside to the water fountain to get it under some cold water. And that's when I looked at it. Ewwwwww. My left pinkie was sticking out sideways from the middle joint. Ewwwww.
I went back into the gym, holding my hands up and said something like, "There is something really wrong with my finger." I think it grossed everyone out pretty badly. At first I thought it was broken because of the way it was sticking out but I was able to move it a little so I figured it must just be dislocated and needed to be popped back into place. I wasn't quite sure what to do from there. So I asked, "Ok, what do we do? Where do I go? Do I go home? Emergency room? Is there a doctor or someone around who can help me?" There was a lot of drama going on amongst the other people who were there but they will have to tell you their stories....
Someone spoke up and said she would call a doctor who lives right around there. He is the husband of one of the women who usually play with us (but she was currently in NY). So she called him and he told us to come over to his house. We raced over there and he looked at it and offered to pop it back in place with or without numbing it. I kind of wanted it back in place right then and there but luckily the person I was with said NUMB IT!! So 3 shots later (AHHH) it was numb and back in place. He gave me a temporary splint and a script for X-Rays to make sure nothing was broken.
We went to the hospital that night so we would know if it was broken or not and after 2 hours and a lot of run around at the hospital, we had the X-Rays done. Of course, they couldn't read them and give us the results so they said I would be contacted in 2-3 days. Ugh.
Luckily, the wonderful doctor who replaced my finger called for the results in the morning. He told me it was good news. Nothing was broken. But I wasn't sure why I was still in pain and why my finger was turning purple. That was explained an hour later when the doctor called back. He said that the initial report was from the resident but he wanted to double check it with the Official Report from the radiologist. That report said there was a slight fracture. Booo.
He then told me to make sure to see a hand specialist (there is a good one who davens in our shul) to make sure there was no tendon or ligament damage and to see how bad the fracture was. Of course attempting to make that appointment was really difficult. But after numerous phone calls and a visit to that doctor's house, I got my appointment this morning.
Yes, there was a fracture and even I could see it!! But luckily there was no major ligiment damage. I have to keep a splint on it for 3 weeks. And then we'll see................
No basketball for at least a month................
And that's what happened to my finger.
So that's my long story. Shel, I hope you enjoyed!!! I made it extra long (and kinda boring) to make up for the lack of blogs.
More to come....
Oops, I will try to start posting more often. My life has been busy lately but not really with blog-worthy stuff.
But here is the story Shel has been waiting for.
Some of you may know that I play basketball on Monday and sometime Wednesday nights with a group of girls/women. We've been playing since January-ish and look forward to it every week. It's GREAT excercise - we play for about an hour. And it's fun!!
But people get hurt a lot. Mostly ankle injuries, some hand/finger injuries, and an eye. Most of our husbands play basketball on Tuesday nights but they never seem to come home with the injury stories that we have. Maybe it's because they have been playing longer. Or perhaps because they are Men - ar ar ar.
Until this past Monday, I hadn't had any major injuries. The worst I think was a fall on my knees that got bruised pretty badly and then fell again the next week. But certainly nothing that would prevent me from playing.
I hadn't gone to basketball the week before because we had a wedding to go to and this past Monday we were coming back from a funeral in Pittsburgh. I wasn't sure if I would make it on time for b-ball but we made it back in town, I changed my clothes, made a quick phone call, and was off to b-ball. Had to show everyone that I WAS dedicated!!!
There were only 5 people that showed up so we were playing 3 on 2. Someone threw me a pass that I caught badly and POP!! I felt it and knew something bad happened.
Being the (expired) EMT of the bunch, I usually bring those one-time use ice packs. But since I was in such a rush to get to the game, I didn't have time to go through my EMT bag to find one. Oops. Although it wouldn't really have fixed my problem.
So, after I felt the pop, I ran outside to the water fountain to get it under some cold water. And that's when I looked at it. Ewwwwww. My left pinkie was sticking out sideways from the middle joint. Ewwwww.
I went back into the gym, holding my hands up and said something like, "There is something really wrong with my finger." I think it grossed everyone out pretty badly. At first I thought it was broken because of the way it was sticking out but I was able to move it a little so I figured it must just be dislocated and needed to be popped back into place. I wasn't quite sure what to do from there. So I asked, "Ok, what do we do? Where do I go? Do I go home? Emergency room? Is there a doctor or someone around who can help me?" There was a lot of drama going on amongst the other people who were there but they will have to tell you their stories....
Someone spoke up and said she would call a doctor who lives right around there. He is the husband of one of the women who usually play with us (but she was currently in NY). So she called him and he told us to come over to his house. We raced over there and he looked at it and offered to pop it back in place with or without numbing it. I kind of wanted it back in place right then and there but luckily the person I was with said NUMB IT!! So 3 shots later (AHHH) it was numb and back in place. He gave me a temporary splint and a script for X-Rays to make sure nothing was broken.
We went to the hospital that night so we would know if it was broken or not and after 2 hours and a lot of run around at the hospital, we had the X-Rays done. Of course, they couldn't read them and give us the results so they said I would be contacted in 2-3 days. Ugh.
Luckily, the wonderful doctor who replaced my finger called for the results in the morning. He told me it was good news. Nothing was broken. But I wasn't sure why I was still in pain and why my finger was turning purple. That was explained an hour later when the doctor called back. He said that the initial report was from the resident but he wanted to double check it with the Official Report from the radiologist. That report said there was a slight fracture. Booo.
He then told me to make sure to see a hand specialist (there is a good one who davens in our shul) to make sure there was no tendon or ligament damage and to see how bad the fracture was. Of course attempting to make that appointment was really difficult. But after numerous phone calls and a visit to that doctor's house, I got my appointment this morning.
Yes, there was a fracture and even I could see it!! But luckily there was no major ligiment damage. I have to keep a splint on it for 3 weeks. And then we'll see................
No basketball for at least a month................
And that's what happened to my finger.
So that's my long story. Shel, I hope you enjoyed!!! I made it extra long (and kinda boring) to make up for the lack of blogs.
More to come....
Friday, June 16, 2006
Random
I had a couple people come in today to pick up items they had on hold and they had very strange last names.
One was Ovary....... and the other was Bottom or Bottoms.
Interesting.
One was Ovary....... and the other was Bottom or Bottoms.
Interesting.
Monday, May 22, 2006
Favorite Words
My current favorite word of Jonah's is the way that he says "Rabbit".
He calls it a "Rabbip".
He calls it a "Rabbip".
Friday, May 19, 2006
Priceless Interview
This is classic! The BBC apparently interviewed the wrong man on their news show!! A French cabbie was interviewed instead of a computer expert.
Watch the interview here.
Watch the interview here.
Urgent Tehillim
I saw this on The Sabra blog.
URGENT TEHILLIM IS NEEDED FOR A YOUNG KALLAH IN OUR COMMUNITY!
Please take a minute of your time and say a Kapitel Tehillim for CHANA BAS RASHA ZELDA - A Kallah, less than a month before her wedding, who has just been diagnosed with a brain tumor.
Please say Kapital Chof and Kapitel Chof Beis and in the zchus of everyone's Tehillim may she be able to walk down to her Chupah very very soon!! Amen!
Please pass this message on to at least 5 people...or put it on your blog.(do not not ignore this. please. we know her.)
URGENT TEHILLIM IS NEEDED FOR A YOUNG KALLAH IN OUR COMMUNITY!
Please take a minute of your time and say a Kapitel Tehillim for CHANA BAS RASHA ZELDA - A Kallah, less than a month before her wedding, who has just been diagnosed with a brain tumor.
Please say Kapital Chof and Kapitel Chof Beis and in the zchus of everyone's Tehillim may she be able to walk down to her Chupah very very soon!! Amen!
Please pass this message on to at least 5 people...or put it on your blog.(do not not ignore this. please. we know her.)
Wednesday, May 17, 2006
Little Lindsay
I was watching the news last night and I saw a story about a little girl that really touched me.
Her name is Lindsay and she is 2 years old. When she was 5 months old, she was diagnosed with a very rare disease called Progeria. From what I understand, she will age 8 times faster than a regular baby. She already shows signs of aging like balding, very visable veins on her head, stiff joints, and wrinkly, old looking legs.
From the few clips I saw of her on TV, she was a child full of life and happiness. And a BIG Pistons fan!!!! Her parents are trying to just enjoy every moment with her and appreciate everything while they can, because they don't know when it will end.
I don't know how they do it.
I believe they will be showing her story again tonight (May 17th) on Channel 2 at 5pm with Lila Lazareth. You should watch it. It makes you stop and take a second glance at life. And appreciate. We are SO lucky.
She also has a website you should check out. It is LittleLindsay.com
She's a pretty amazing little girl. I wish her luck and happiness and good health.
And a cure.
Her name is Lindsay and she is 2 years old. When she was 5 months old, she was diagnosed with a very rare disease called Progeria. From what I understand, she will age 8 times faster than a regular baby. She already shows signs of aging like balding, very visable veins on her head, stiff joints, and wrinkly, old looking legs.
From the few clips I saw of her on TV, she was a child full of life and happiness. And a BIG Pistons fan!!!! Her parents are trying to just enjoy every moment with her and appreciate everything while they can, because they don't know when it will end.
I don't know how they do it.
I believe they will be showing her story again tonight (May 17th) on Channel 2 at 5pm with Lila Lazareth. You should watch it. It makes you stop and take a second glance at life. And appreciate. We are SO lucky.
She also has a website you should check out. It is LittleLindsay.com
She's a pretty amazing little girl. I wish her luck and happiness and good health.
And a cure.
Sunday, May 07, 2006
A Show Me St. Louis Wedding
There is a contest going on through one of St. Louis's TV Stations (I guess it is the NBC affiliate?). Their tagline is Show Me St.Louis and they are going to pick one couple and pay for and plan (?) their St. Louis wedding. It is down the 3 couples and one of the people is the kosher butcher's son (Israeli Menashe who works at Simon Kohn's). The son, Yeshai, is engaged to a girl named Tracy from New Orleans. She and her family lost everything in the hurricane.
They have a really good story (you can read it on the website) and deserve to win this contest!!
So please cast your vote at the following website for Yeshai Gibli & Tracy Bronik.
Thank you!!!!!
They have a really good story (you can read it on the website) and deserve to win this contest!!
So please cast your vote at the following website for Yeshai Gibli & Tracy Bronik.
Thank you!!!!!
Friday, May 05, 2006
Etiquette
Ok, so what is the proper etiquette for Bridal Shower and Wedding Presents?
Are you supposed to get two seperate presents? One that you give at the shower and one that you give at the ...... wedding?
Is one supposed to be bigger than the other one?
What about if you aren't really friends with the person. More like aquantances. And you can't quite figure out why you were invited to the shower in the first place. Does this mean you will be invited to the wedding too?
And what happens with the present issue?
Let me know your thoughts on that one - as I head out to Bed, Bath, and Beyond. Ooh, one more question. Can I get the same thing as a shower and a wedding present? Like if this person requested 2 sets of Dinnerware (16 piece sets) - can I buy one for the shower and one for the wedding?
As if we have money to just toss around on wedding presents of people we really have nothing to do with.....................................
Are you supposed to get two seperate presents? One that you give at the shower and one that you give at the ...... wedding?
Is one supposed to be bigger than the other one?
What about if you aren't really friends with the person. More like aquantances. And you can't quite figure out why you were invited to the shower in the first place. Does this mean you will be invited to the wedding too?
And what happens with the present issue?
Let me know your thoughts on that one - as I head out to Bed, Bath, and Beyond. Ooh, one more question. Can I get the same thing as a shower and a wedding present? Like if this person requested 2 sets of Dinnerware (16 piece sets) - can I buy one for the shower and one for the wedding?
As if we have money to just toss around on wedding presents of people we really have nothing to do with.....................................
Thursday, May 04, 2006
An Embarrassing Moment
Well. I finally have one of those "Embarrassing Stories" ....... thanks to the little J man.We got last minute tickets to a Playoff Pistons game last night which was REALLY exciting. But we already had plans. We were able to rearrange most of them but had no one to watch Jonah. So we brought him with us. We were a little concerned about how he would do but it was an early game (6pm) and we brought a sandwich and snacks for him and figured he would fall asleep on the way home at bedtime. He had really enjoyed the baseball game we went to over Pesach so we figured we would see how he does at the basketball game. Once he got over his initial fear of all the people and noise and once we gave him the thunder sticks - he was happy.
We all enjoyed the game until we thought Jonah needed a diaper change. I told Shu I would take him because I figured there may only be changing stations in the women's restroom and I thought Shu deserved a little break and some time to concentrate on the game.
So........................
I picked Jonah up and began to carry him down the stairs. He had his paci in his mouth and as we were going down the stairs I think he got excited and opened his mouth to say something and POP, out fell the paci. I felt like I was watching the whole thing in slow motion as the paci fell and bounced on the stairs and then...................... right into some guy's cup of beer. SPLASH!
In my head, I picured the man picking up his beer and taking a big swig only to find a bright red paci in it!!! So I rushed down the 5-10 stairs it was to get to him, tapped him on the shoulder and said, "Sir, I am so so sorry but my son dropped his pacifier and it ended up in your cup of beer! I am so so so sorry. I can't believe he did that." I was kind of nervously laughing and kept apologizing. The man gave me a strange look and looked over at his beer and then back at me with a REALLY grossed out look. I apologized a few more times and then offered to buy him a new beer. He said he would appreciate that if I have time. I asked him what kind it was and he just said a regular beer. I guess they don't have many options at the game. A beer is a beer.
As I was leaving, I glanced up to see if Shu saw what happened and by his smile, it appeared that he did. Along with the rest of our section!!!!!
As I got to the bottom of the stairs some women who was just coming up made a comment to me about what a great shot that was and Jonah deserves something for that!!
We went to go change his diaper (which apparently needs to be changed in the Family bathroom not just the regular bathroom) and it didn't even turn out to be dirty!!!! We came back to get the beer and it was a whopping $8!!!!!! I tried to tell the lady my "sob story" but she wasn't impressed and was more concerned that Jonah was going to drink the beer. I then had to try and juggle Jonah and his bag and the beer and try to get back up the stairs. We made it into the arena but then there was HUGE cheer and Jonah got completly freaked out and was grabbing onto my legs. I was looking around trying to find Shu to get some help and I started thinking we were in the wrong section. I didn't see Shu and I didn't see the man who wanted the beer and I felt totally lost!! But then I saw Shu coming down the stairs to help me. He took Jonah and I took the beer. The man looked a little surprised to see me (probably because we took so long) but his wife seemed quite amused at the whole story.
So that was that. Hope you all enjoyed and got a laugh out of it. :)
Thursday, April 27, 2006
Better Pic For You (and me)
I am tired of going to my blog and seeing the same old picture of our "Dog that got away..." But then I start thinking of things I want to blog about and I feel like I should do something more productive. Like working on my medical billing job or doing laundry or cleaning stuff or all the other things that come along with LIFE and being a wife and mom.
So.... this is the end of my post for today because I really just wanted to post a better picture to look at than that cute dog which is still up for adoption (Awwwwwww).
So here is a GREAT one of my Little Guy. Enjoy and don't give up on me yet. I WILL post again someday.........
Hey, does anyone have a good/easy recipe for spagetti and meatballs or meat sauce?
There, that's something to comment on if the picture wasn't enough. :)
Have a good one!!!!!
Friday, March 31, 2006
The One That Got Away
Ok, it didn't get away as much as we had to give her back. She was just too much of a puppy for Jonah (and us) to handle.
To update you (although most who read my blog also read Shu's so they know about our trial-run doggy) we were trying out a doggy for a few days to see if this was the One for us. To be honest, she really was the perfect dog. She was sweet and affectionate and good with kids and gorgeous!! But she was a puppy. And we are looking for a Dog.
In her defense, she was housetrained which was #1 on our list. But that was pretty much it in the training department. She jumps up on people and furniture, she bites (A LOT - probably because she is teething), she doesn't walk well on a leash, she doesn't like to go in her crate at night, and she likes to wake up at 6 am!!!! She doesn't sit or stay or shake hands. But she does fetch. Maybe that is an inherent dog trait.
Jonah and I REALLY liked her. Shu......well, tolerated her, perhaps? He doesn't understand why people want to have animals live in their homes. If you would like, you can read his commentary on that at Just Shu.
The problem was, Jonah mostly enjoyed the dog from a distance. Like on the couch or on our laps. Every once in awhile he would sneak off the couch and grab a toy and quickly run to get back on the couch. He did share well with the dog and loved to give her her bone and treats. He also learned how to say "DOWN" which was cute.
But it wasn't really fair to let the new doggy rule the house and have Jonah banished to the couch.
So to recap, the dog would have been the PERFECT dog if:
A. She was older
B. Jonah was older
C. She was smaller (?)
That being said, here are a few pictures in tribute to our dog "Doggy" and Jonah and their few fond moments together. Just imagine some nice music playing in the background as you scroll through the pics. :)
Also, once the dog was gone. Jonah found a new playhouse.....................................................
As you can see, Shu joined him the dog house! JUST KIDDING!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
I am curious where this hatred of animals came from? Shu's whole family seems to have an unnatural hatred of animals. Except Dad? And Shev? And supposedly Sarra? Any ideas?
Friday, March 24, 2006
Broken Blog
Is anyone else having trouble viewing my previous post? For some reason, when I open up my blog, it doesn't show up. It is just empty space.
Anyone know what is up with that?????
Let me know if you can read it.
Thanks!!
Anyone know what is up with that?????
Let me know if you can read it.
Thanks!!
What To Do??
The Kohl's Employees are having a campaign called "What to Do" or something like that. We are collecting toys and games for kids in Childrens Hospital. So if you have any extra games or coloring books or other "Things to Do", let me know and I will bring it into work. This campaign is running through April 1st. If you need more information or have questions, let me know. Thanks!!!
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