Standing here screaming

Sometimes people annoy me. Other times I am stuck in a really funny situation. All in all, I just got to share it!

Friday, February 24, 2006

I found some fun pre-pregnancy pics of me and my family! (well I'm the only one who is pre-preg)


my all time fav "Rabbi Becca"
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At our wedding (obviously)

Not even engaged yet!

















me and my cousin Ryan



<------Grandparents from my father's side and all the grandkids. (no one knew but I was barely pregnant here!)

A bunch of us and the prizes we won from Jillian's

Me and my sis Karen



At my cousin Rachel's bat mitzvah

Monday, February 20, 2006

"Excuse me, you have something in your teeth"


I would hereby like to start an official international rule. If you are with someone, even if it is someone that you do not know well and they have some dirt on their face, or their fly is open, or they have some food in their teeth, TELL THEM!! Who cares if you feel funny saying something. Why not spare the person of the embaressment? Imagine this scenario: I'm sure this has happened often to many people. You are out with a group of people. You eat lunch. You carry on with your day meeting and greeting people, seeing sites, etc. You get home, take off your shoes, stop in the bathroom for a pitstop, wash your hands, look up in the mirror and wham....how long has that piece of broccoli been in my front tooth? Have I been walking around with that all day long? How many people did I give a bright green smile to? How awfully embarassing!!
This has happened to me many times and once again occurred last night. I was at a wedding. I enjoyed a couple of things at the shmorgesboard (no idea how to spell that, and don't tell weight watchers!) chatted with some old friends, enjoyed the beautiful chuppah ceremony, sat down to have my soup and salad, danced up a storm, started on the main course and then went home. When I got home I got the run down from my in laws on the behavior of my child, (another post, another day) and then rushed off to the bathroom.
To my horror there was a nice piece of food in not one but two teeth. Did this piece of food get stuck during the shmorgesboard or during the meal? Did I sit through the chuppah and numerous smiles to people with this stuff in my teeth. If so, why on earth did no one tell me? How horrible! You see, usually when I am out eating somewhere, Aaron is with me and I can ask him about the food in teeth situation. It usually works quite well. I look up at him with a big smile and he tells me yes or no. This time, Aaron was no where to be found at the wedding, for he was at home stewing over his broken ankle. I think though that my new rule will help a lot of situations especially when your official tooth checker is not available!

Sunday, February 19, 2006

update

Friday morning the surgery was scheduled for 11:30 am. I had to go to work because it was the last day before vacation and I had a very important meeting at 8:30 to discuss the placement for three children. The whole summer program was waiting for my meeting. At 10:30 I couldn't take it anymore. My principal told me to leave and I broke many traffic laws getting to LIJ by 11. I found parking and was by Aaron's side at 11:20. He was in great spirits and we joked about the procedure. When it was time for him to be taken in I wished him well and said "bye, have fun!"
My father in law and I enjoyed a delicious lunch at parker jewish nursing home, which I highly recommend everyone try. (YUM!)
We went back afterwards and waited in the waiting room watching The nanny, and watching our little beeper that they gave us that would light up when we could go see Aaron. At 2:00 his surgeon came out to tell us the surgery was over and went well. He answered all our questions and told us they would beep us when Aaron was awake. At 3:00 we tried to see what was going on and the nurse told Aaron's father that he was in a lot of pain and if we came back we would over stimulate him too much. Finally at 3:15 I couldn't wait around anymore. I had to get home to the babysitter and get things ready for shabbos. I called our Rabbi and asked what we should do if Aaron doesn't get discharged until shabbos and they won't admit him. He said he could take a cab home. At 4:15 Aaron's father got a beep and went in to see him. I got home and my mother took care of the baby so I could shower and put all my food up to warm. 20 minutes before Shabbos started Aaron's father called to say that they cannot get his pain under control. They gave him pain medication 7 times and it isn't working. In addition his blood pressure went up because he was so agitated from the pain. They booked a bed for him and said he had to stay over night because of the pain. I said that I will pack my things and come but the hospital said no because until his blood pressure stablizes, he had to say in ICU and there is no where for me to stay there. Aaron's parents also guaranteed that they would stay with him and be with him off and on throughout shabbos. I quickly packed all of my things and Estee's things and went with my mother to stay there. I went into shabbos not knowing a clue about how Aaron was doing and I was pretty much a nervous wreck the whole time. Last night Aaron came home. He was in a lot of pain and very cranky. He was mad at the hospital, mad about his pain, and therefore mad at me and everyone else. We put him into bed and he woke up this morning in much better spirits. I finally got to shower a few minutes ago because thank G-d both my babies are taking a nap!

Thursday, February 16, 2006

Daven please

Please daven for Aaron, he is getting surgery tommorow at 11:30 am.
Aharon Gershon ben Freida

Thanks!

Monday, February 13, 2006

Always carry your cell phone

(A bit of background information that you will need later in the story: Early in the afternoon Aaron and I started to watch the Godfather. I kept telling him that I was in the mood for popcorn with melted chocolate on it. No, I'm not pregnant, I just get weird cravings sometimes, I swear!)
Yesterday in the late afternoon, Aaron began to dig my car out of it's fort of snow. He had to stop 1/4 of the way into his job to go to mincha maariv. When he came in to quickly grab his stuff he told me that on the way back he will buy fruit for a tu bshvat seder and will stop at my mother's house to pick up Estee's laudry. I also would like to mention to him that rather than expressing my graditude towards him for starting the big project of digging out my car, out of frustration, I yelled at him for standing and talking to the neighbor while I was trying to get Estee to take a nap for 45 minutes. A little while after he left, I remembered something I wanted to tell him and called his cell phone. When I heard it ringing in the other room, I realized that in his rush, he forgot it at home. I called my mother to ask her if he had gone there yet. She said no. A short while after that, my mother called to tell me that Aaron just left, and is on his way home. I started to wash the dishes so that when he came home we could eat dinner. Halfway through the dishes my phone rang again. You know when you feel something is about to happen before it does or when you know who is calling and guess why before they do? The second I heard the phone I thought "something happened to Aaron."
"Aaron's hurt. He fell in the snow," My mother said. My heart was racing. All I could think about was that I was annoyed at him before he left. How could I be so stupid??? My mother said that someone saw him fall and he gave them her number and my mother called Hatzalah. My brother was on his w ay over to meet them. I was pacing and crying. I didn't know what to do with myself. I didn't know what was wrong or where he got hurt. My brother called when he got to Aaron and all I could hear was Aaron screaming in the background. It was so horrible. My brother said that he hurt his ankle badly and they think it might be broken. For reasons unbeknownst to me, Hatzolah wouldn't let my brother go with them so he brought my mother to my house to watch the baby and he took me to meet Aaron. When my mother got to me she gave me the baby's laundry and the bag of Tu Bshvat fruit he bought. At the top of the bag was a big bag of popcorn. How sweet...
When I got to the hospital I foundhim laying in bed wincing with pain. He looked up at me with red rimmed eyes and said in a soft voice "It really hurts Rebecca." Oy the pain I felt for him. They gave him a shot of morphine which I assured him would kick in soon. A while later they took him for x-rays. They wouldn't let me in the room and it felt like hours that I was waiting. I paced the hall in between pushing my ear up to the door and trying to hear what was going on. Every so often I would hear his screams of pain and it made me pace even more. The radiologist came out and assured me it wouldn't be much longer. He walked away and came back shortly with the resident that had been seeing Aaron. She went into the room with him and then came out and left and came back with the doctor that had been seeing Aaron. I knew something was going on. When the doctor came out I asked him what was going on. He said it is definitely broken in a few places but they would like an orthopedic surgeon to come down and look to see if he will require surgery. Of course that was one of Aaron's concerns and I didn't want to scare him quite yet with that information. As we waited for Aaron to be pushed back to his little area in the ER, he began to shiver. uh oh I thought, signs of shock. I covered him with my down coat and he was shivering so hard his teeth were clattering really loudly. I got 5 more blankets and covered him with those. Finally he stopped shivering.
To make a long story short, the orthopedist casted his foot but told him to follow up with an orthopedic surgeon who will most likely say he requires surgery. Aaron''s first question to him was "will we still be able to go to florida on Monday?"
Aaron mastered his crutches beautifully and was able to get up the stairs in apartment with great speed. He got into bed and I propped up his foot with 4 pillows. Shortly after he fell asleep. In the middle of the night while I was feeding Estee I heard him calling for me. He was shivering again. With Estee in my arms I covered him with a few more blankets, finished with her and went back to bed myself.
Leaving for work this morning was even harder than it is when I have to leave my cutie. The poor guy was in so much pain. It took us a half an hour to get him out of bed. Ever time I tried to help him or he pulled his leg up a 1/4 of an inch, he screamed with pain. I felt better knowing that atleast the babysitter was here and he wasn't fully alone.
Right now he is sleeping peacefully in the living room chair. Codeine will do that to you. I just hope he feels better soon.

Sunday, February 12, 2006

Some blizzard pics


The first one is Estee and I enjoying the snowfall from the comfort of our heated home. This second one is my car, the rest I took of Aaron. All the pictures (except for him in the doorway) were taken from the warmth of my living room.



Tuesday, February 07, 2006

music can alter moods

I am cranky. Maybe I didn't put enough caffeine into my blood this morning or maybe an incident that really annoyed me set me off. Either way, I am cranky and I was cranky an entire day. Because of my crankiness, little things throughout the day really irked me. Some things may have angered me regardless but other things were kinda silly but my already sour mood caused me to get annoyed with them. I tend to be very nice. I usually go out of my way to make sure everyone is okay and taken care of. I try to thank people for little things they do for me, ask someone if they are all right if they don't seem like their cheerful self, and help people if they are in need. More often than not, this usually comes back to bite me in the tushy. Either I bite off more than I can chew, I don't get the same respect in return, or my niceness is misinterpreted for fakeness or flirting. Today was different. Today someone actually seemed annoyed with me for trying to help. There is a woman that I work with, lets call her Diane. Diane has a health issue that causes her to be in pain often. She expressed to me a while ago that she has been having trouble with her doctor and I recommended my doctor to her. She was having trouble getting her files sent over and kept forgetting to call so I kept reminding her to call. Every time I see her I ask her how she is feeling. I recommended a product that may help her pain and every time I asked her if she bought it she said no. I went out and bought it for her and left it in her mailbox. She always seemed quite greatful and thanked me for taking care of her. Today she came in with a terrible look on her face. I asked her if she was okay (assuming it was the usual pain) and she told me she threw her back out. I offered to get her ice, she said no thank you. I offered to carry her stuff for her, she said no thank you. I told her that I would make her photocopies for her so she could go and sit down and she said "please stop advertising my pain." I'm not quite sure what she meant by that but I was a little offended because I was only trying to help. Not long after, I saw someone else helping her carry her stuff. Maybe I am overreacting but I was upset. Later on in the day something very silly happened but because it was along the same lines of me trying to help and people brushing me off, I got very down. All in all it was a very annoying day and I am very cranky. To top it all off, I have blue food coloring all over my hands. ugh! My whole drive home I thought that seeing my little cutie pie would cheer me up. When I got home I found her napping. So, I was still cranky. I feel a little bit better now because I held one of my fake American idol auditions in the shower which was quite fun. I belted out a few songs and danced to a few others. I was in my own little world. Which brings me (finally!) to the point of this post. Music can alter moods. If it doesn't alter a mood it can have a simple effect on your emotions for that moment. No matter what kind of mood I am in, if a great song comes on the radio or if I pop in a great cd, getting wrapped up in the song always makes me feel good. I have compiled a list of songs and the emotions they cause:
Songs that make me cry:
1. Fire and Rain by James Taylor
2. Dance with my father by Luther Vandross - I thought it was just because I was pregnant but I listened to it the other day and I still bawled my eyes out.
3. Tears in Heaven by Eric Clapton- The whole story is so sad
I am sure there are other songs that should be on this list but I can't think of any right now. But, at certain times in our life, certain songs hold significance and make us think of things. For example, if I had just broken up with a boyfriend, "our song" would make me cry.

Songs that make me excited or happy:
1. Anything by Soulfarm, moshav band, or Eitan and Shlomo Katz
2. State of love and trust by Pearl Jam
3. Blue by Eifel 65
4. Rage against the machine- anything because their songs are so highstrung.
5. The lion sleeps tonight
6. Blink 182
this list can basically go on and on. Most songs make me happy and as you can see the list is very ecclectic.

Songs that calm me down or chill me out:
1. Fiona Apple- I used to listen to her while taking a bubble bath. Don't have time for that anymore!
2. Sarah Mclauglin- anything!
3. oh darn, I had a whole bunch of songs to put on this list and they just escaped me. Lets add that to the list of things that have made me cranky today!

Songs that give me chills:
1. Posession by Sarah Mclaughlin- this was a letter she received from a stalker, pretty scary!

What songs change your mood???


ps- something else that cheered me up today: http://www.fekids.com/img/kln/flash/DontGrossOutTheWorld.swf

Thursday, February 02, 2006

Pop quiz hot shot

Okay what movie is that quote from(easy, I think)? and, try to guess where this picture was taken. I took it with my camera phone while waiting at a light. Camera phones are so cool!