Monday, July 27, 2009
Three days a week
That's how often I'll be in the office from now until 8/21. Just three days a week. It feels weird - I haven't done this since I left UF (my boss there was an absolute angel and allowed me to work from home two days a week after Carrie was born....I could only dream for such a set up this time around!). I'm not good at admitting I'm exhausted and run down and can't keep up my usual go, go, go pace, but this time I don't have much choice. I am exhausted and run down :) Plus the OB ordered me to only work three days/week. The amniotic fluid around the baby is lower than she'd like, so it's her hope that with some extra rest and fluid intake it will right itself. I'm not sure of the other alternatives if that course of action doesn't work....IV fluids? Deliver baby early? I didn't really want to get into all of that last week at my appointment because I was a little wigged out about the low fluid levels. I go back on Thursday for another ultrasound (yeah - more pictures!), a non-stress test and check in with the doctor. The only good thing out of this is that Jerry *may* get to come home a week early. I at least had the presence of mind to ask the doc to write a letter indicating it might be in my/baby's/Jerry's best interest to come home earlier than expected. Well, that and the fact that I can watch Food Network all day Tuesday/Thursday if I so desire! ;)
Friday, July 17, 2009
Jerry's Fifteen Minutes (or seconds) of Fame
Jerry will probably KILL me for uploading this video to our blog, but I just couldn't resist!!
Movie Madness
My parents and Jerry have all heard me whining as of late about the filming of a movie on our campus. Miley Cyrus & Greg Kinnear are currently filming "The Last Song" on our campus, and it's been nothing short of a circus. It's been in the works for awhile now. I've been involved in getting all the different sides to play nice and get the lawyers to sign all the necessary paperwork. Then some of the folks in charge of shooting the movie got my phone number and let's just say I've been hopping pretty much non stop for the past two weeks, and especially the past two days as that's when the actual filming has been going on. Yesterday was pretty quiet, amazingly enough, but that was before the Savannah Morning News came out to take photos and then had a huge article in the paper this morning about how Miley was filming on campus. Some family drove from freaking Augusta this morning in hopes of seeing Miley. I hate to burst their bubble, but even on campus that kid's not allowed to walk around - whenever she's going to/from the actual set she's shoved into a giant black Tahoe and shuttled around. One of the local news stations showed up and tracked me down to see if I was interested in being on TV and talking about the effect the filming has had on campus life....no thank you, I value my job and therefore couldn't really say what I wanted to say!
It has been pretty amazing to see the transformation of our campus building into a hospital scene. I did get to sneak a peek at both Miley and Greg Kinnear yesterday afternoon while checking out the chaos (with the blessing of my boss, thank you). Now he and I are scheming to get some GT Savannah merchandise into the hands of Greg & Miley. It would be pretty darn cool to see a photo snapped of Miley Cyrus at some point down the road wearing a GTS t-shirt.
It has been pretty amazing to see the transformation of our campus building into a hospital scene. I did get to sneak a peek at both Miley and Greg Kinnear yesterday afternoon while checking out the chaos (with the blessing of my boss, thank you). Now he and I are scheming to get some GT Savannah merchandise into the hands of Greg & Miley. It would be pretty darn cool to see a photo snapped of Miley Cyrus at some point down the road wearing a GTS t-shirt.
Tuesday, July 14, 2009
Portugal Day 3
So this proved to be one of the more 'exciting' days on the trip, depending on your definition of exciting....
We had to wake up fairly early because we decided to go hang out in Lisbon all day instead of Porto since the weather in Porto wasn't all that great. This meant catching a 9:30am train so we could get to Lisbon at a reasonable hour and have a good portion of the day to wander about before boarding the hotel train at 10:30pm. So we were up and at em, packing all our stuff up (I wasn't going to be back in Porto again before heading home) and heading to the train station. We took a taxi because, although it was "all downhill" as Jerry promised, I really didn't care and wasn't interested in lugging my bags downhill to the station. Good thing cause the taxi ride took about 10 minutes (which means it would've probably taken me an hour to waddle). We get to the station with about 20 minutes till the train leaves and Jerry gets this panicked look on his face. All the money that he's been so diligently saving up for our trip from his per diem that he hasn't spent....left back in the hotel safe (and it was a pretty darn good amount). He immediately takes off, ON FOOT, back to the hotel. I'll never know how he did it, but he managed to get back to the hotel, get the money, and get back to the train station inside of 15 minutes.
We hop on the train and get settled for a two hour or so ride. We're in "first class" which just means you get a little snack on the train. It was so funny though - they give us a menu that has choices on it, but then just brought us something else entirely that wasn't on the menu at all. Not that we really cared, but it was like "here's what you COULD have, but we don't really feel like serving that, so you'll be getting this instead."
The train ride was somewhat uneventful until I noticed Jerry's got this weird look on his face. I ask him what's wrong, and he tells me he doesn't feel so well. Seriously? This guy NEVER gets sick, and when he does it's like the world's coming to an end. I won't go into all the gory details of what was wrong with him, but let's just say once we were in Lisbon we got to see a Portuguese ER in action. I must say that from start to finish we were only there for about an hour and a half. It was impressive. And always fun to try to navigate the medical community in an entirely different language from your own. Stuff like this would usually send me into a tailspin, but I just sort of went with the flow and we were making jokes about it the entire time. Thank goodness we had switched Jerry from my medical insurance to his company's for while he's overseas. I don't know this for a fact, but I'm pretty sure it helped minimize the pain of the entire process.
After that little side adventure we decided to go get something to eat since we managed to miss lunch altogether. By this time it was around 4 or so, so we were running out of daylight in Lisbon. We had grand plans of all of the fun things we were going to go see, but only managed to hit the Santa Justa elevator and do some general wandering around in the city before heading back over to the train station.
We could board the overnight train from Lisbon to Madrid at 10pm, so we were at the station around 9:30 anxiously awaiting when we could board. Jerry was just so excited about the concept of an overnight train....I myself was not sold on the idea, but went along with it because I knew Jerry thought it sounded like fun. We got on the train and were directed to our cabin. Honestly it should be called a very tiny hole in the wall, because that's what it was. It was pretty much exactly as I had anticipated; I think Jerry was a little surprised. When the beds were let down out of the wall, you could barely get around (especially if you happened to be 28 weeks pregnant). The bathroom was a joke, but at least we didn't have to stumble down the corridor to go pee in the middle of the night. I could tell Jerry was truly disappointed because it hadn't lived up to his expectations, but we just repeated our motto of "it's an adventure" and sucked it up. They served dinner at 10:30 (normal for Portugal, although by this time I'm beyond starving) so we headed to the dining car, ate dinner, then went back and attempted to get comfy in the little cracker jack box of a room we had. I have no clue how these other people that didn't get the sleeper cars did it. This was definitely one of those experiences that I'm glad we did and can say we've done it....but I do NOT care to repeat it in this lifetime, unless it's the freaking Orient Express or something.
We had to wake up fairly early because we decided to go hang out in Lisbon all day instead of Porto since the weather in Porto wasn't all that great. This meant catching a 9:30am train so we could get to Lisbon at a reasonable hour and have a good portion of the day to wander about before boarding the hotel train at 10:30pm. So we were up and at em, packing all our stuff up (I wasn't going to be back in Porto again before heading home) and heading to the train station. We took a taxi because, although it was "all downhill" as Jerry promised, I really didn't care and wasn't interested in lugging my bags downhill to the station. Good thing cause the taxi ride took about 10 minutes (which means it would've probably taken me an hour to waddle). We get to the station with about 20 minutes till the train leaves and Jerry gets this panicked look on his face. All the money that he's been so diligently saving up for our trip from his per diem that he hasn't spent....left back in the hotel safe (and it was a pretty darn good amount). He immediately takes off, ON FOOT, back to the hotel. I'll never know how he did it, but he managed to get back to the hotel, get the money, and get back to the train station inside of 15 minutes.
We hop on the train and get settled for a two hour or so ride. We're in "first class" which just means you get a little snack on the train. It was so funny though - they give us a menu that has choices on it, but then just brought us something else entirely that wasn't on the menu at all. Not that we really cared, but it was like "here's what you COULD have, but we don't really feel like serving that, so you'll be getting this instead."
The train ride was somewhat uneventful until I noticed Jerry's got this weird look on his face. I ask him what's wrong, and he tells me he doesn't feel so well. Seriously? This guy NEVER gets sick, and when he does it's like the world's coming to an end. I won't go into all the gory details of what was wrong with him, but let's just say once we were in Lisbon we got to see a Portuguese ER in action. I must say that from start to finish we were only there for about an hour and a half. It was impressive. And always fun to try to navigate the medical community in an entirely different language from your own. Stuff like this would usually send me into a tailspin, but I just sort of went with the flow and we were making jokes about it the entire time. Thank goodness we had switched Jerry from my medical insurance to his company's for while he's overseas. I don't know this for a fact, but I'm pretty sure it helped minimize the pain of the entire process.
After that little side adventure we decided to go get something to eat since we managed to miss lunch altogether. By this time it was around 4 or so, so we were running out of daylight in Lisbon. We had grand plans of all of the fun things we were going to go see, but only managed to hit the Santa Justa elevator and do some general wandering around in the city before heading back over to the train station.
We could board the overnight train from Lisbon to Madrid at 10pm, so we were at the station around 9:30 anxiously awaiting when we could board. Jerry was just so excited about the concept of an overnight train....I myself was not sold on the idea, but went along with it because I knew Jerry thought it sounded like fun. We got on the train and were directed to our cabin. Honestly it should be called a very tiny hole in the wall, because that's what it was. It was pretty much exactly as I had anticipated; I think Jerry was a little surprised. When the beds were let down out of the wall, you could barely get around (especially if you happened to be 28 weeks pregnant). The bathroom was a joke, but at least we didn't have to stumble down the corridor to go pee in the middle of the night. I could tell Jerry was truly disappointed because it hadn't lived up to his expectations, but we just repeated our motto of "it's an adventure" and sucked it up. They served dinner at 10:30 (normal for Portugal, although by this time I'm beyond starving) so we headed to the dining car, ate dinner, then went back and attempted to get comfy in the little cracker jack box of a room we had. I have no clue how these other people that didn't get the sleeper cars did it. This was definitely one of those experiences that I'm glad we did and can say we've done it....but I do NOT care to repeat it in this lifetime, unless it's the freaking Orient Express or something.
Wednesday, July 8, 2009
Funny School Story
So Carrie's not a big fan of me dropping her off at school in the mornings. I'm not sure if it just throws her off since Whizzy usually takes her, if she's just extra clingy right now, or if some other force is at work, but it usually involves a full-scale meltdown to the point of her gluing herself to my leg. This happened this morning and after me trying everything I possibly could think of, it came time for me to just kiss her goodbye and trust that Elisabeth could handle it when I left (although believe me, I'd much rather have hung out all day and played than go to work!). Elisabeth calmed her down a bit by suggesting that she come over to the big window in their classroom and watch for me and wave when I left the building. Carrie seemed to think that was a good idea so off she went. I slipped out of the room and headed out of the building. I rounded the corner and was immediately greeted with the cutest sight I've seen in a long, long time - an entire line of about seven toddler faces all peeking out of the window waving bye-bye to me just as hard as their little hands would wave. And yes, Carrie was indeed one of the smiling faces, thank goodness.
That was definitely a good way to start the day.
That was definitely a good way to start the day.
Monday, July 6, 2009
Portugal Day 2
Day 2 of our vacation started off late....as in, I didn't wake up until 10:15am!! I literally thought I had forgotten how to sleep that late, but was soooo glad my body remembered. We hopped up, went to have breakfast downstairs before they shut down the buffet, then headed out for our day...
We decided to take a trip up to the area near Porto where all the wineries are. Not that we could really go on the wine tasting tours (well, we could have, but wouldn't have been too much fun for me), but it was supposedly a nice drive and pretty country, according to Jerry. It's only after we set out that he tells me it's through pretty windy roads and he and a bunch of guys got lost the last time they tried to do this drive. Great....
Having me serve as navigator is a horrible idea since I'm doing good to get back and forth to work each day without incident, but I certainly couldn't drive since it was a stick shift. He wasn't kidding - the roads were VERY windy, and I definitely started feeling woozy about an hour into the drive. And we got lost. This is about the time we came up with our two mantras for the trip: 1) "We're getting there and 2)It's an adventure. Luckily we made it to Regua safe and sound after a few wrong turns and near misses of me almost having to hang my head out the window. Regua is a cute little town along the river Douro, so we just sort of wandered up and down the streets, found a place to have a bite to eat, and wandered some more.
Things got really interesting when we tried to go home. Jerry was trying to find the short cut back to the main highway to avoid all the twists and turns....well, we ended up on some teeny tiny roads that I was sure we were going to get into a head-on collision on through these tiny little "towns" if you can even call them that. One of the funniest things we saw was this little old lady shuffling along the side of the road chatting away on her cell phone. These towns didn't have any good signage for stupid Americans that got lost, but they had cell phone service??? After a few choice words on both our parts and driving alongside what we knew to be the main road we were looking for, we finally got to a point where we could actually get on said road and head back to Porto. I tried to get Jerry to just drive through the vines and undeveloped land just to get to the road faster, but I guess he was concerned about messing up the rental or something :)
When we got back to Porto we walked over the bridge that connects Porto to Villa de Gaia (where Jerry's actually staying). It was really beautiful as it was just at nighttime and everything was lit up. We went down by the river and had dinner at a great restaurant called Chez Lapin. It was recommended to Jerry by one of the Portuguese he works with (it was where he took his wife on their very first date). It was SO good. Jerry had the veal (which I'm not a huge fan of, but still tried and it was pretty good), and I had pork in a mustard sauce. Yummy! After dinner (which ended around 11 or so...these people eat LATE) we headed back to the hotel to get ready for the next day. We decided during the day that we were going to take the early train to Lisbon, knock around there all day, then board the hotel train for Madrid at 10:30pm. Little did we know what was waiting for us in Lisbon!!
We decided to take a trip up to the area near Porto where all the wineries are. Not that we could really go on the wine tasting tours (well, we could have, but wouldn't have been too much fun for me), but it was supposedly a nice drive and pretty country, according to Jerry. It's only after we set out that he tells me it's through pretty windy roads and he and a bunch of guys got lost the last time they tried to do this drive. Great....
Having me serve as navigator is a horrible idea since I'm doing good to get back and forth to work each day without incident, but I certainly couldn't drive since it was a stick shift. He wasn't kidding - the roads were VERY windy, and I definitely started feeling woozy about an hour into the drive. And we got lost. This is about the time we came up with our two mantras for the trip: 1) "We're getting there and 2)It's an adventure. Luckily we made it to Regua safe and sound after a few wrong turns and near misses of me almost having to hang my head out the window. Regua is a cute little town along the river Douro, so we just sort of wandered up and down the streets, found a place to have a bite to eat, and wandered some more.
Things got really interesting when we tried to go home. Jerry was trying to find the short cut back to the main highway to avoid all the twists and turns....well, we ended up on some teeny tiny roads that I was sure we were going to get into a head-on collision on through these tiny little "towns" if you can even call them that. One of the funniest things we saw was this little old lady shuffling along the side of the road chatting away on her cell phone. These towns didn't have any good signage for stupid Americans that got lost, but they had cell phone service??? After a few choice words on both our parts and driving alongside what we knew to be the main road we were looking for, we finally got to a point where we could actually get on said road and head back to Porto. I tried to get Jerry to just drive through the vines and undeveloped land just to get to the road faster, but I guess he was concerned about messing up the rental or something :)
When we got back to Porto we walked over the bridge that connects Porto to Villa de Gaia (where Jerry's actually staying). It was really beautiful as it was just at nighttime and everything was lit up. We went down by the river and had dinner at a great restaurant called Chez Lapin. It was recommended to Jerry by one of the Portuguese he works with (it was where he took his wife on their very first date). It was SO good. Jerry had the veal (which I'm not a huge fan of, but still tried and it was pretty good), and I had pork in a mustard sauce. Yummy! After dinner (which ended around 11 or so...these people eat LATE) we headed back to the hotel to get ready for the next day. We decided during the day that we were going to take the early train to Lisbon, knock around there all day, then board the hotel train for Madrid at 10:30pm. Little did we know what was waiting for us in Lisbon!!
Thursday, July 2, 2009
Come ON!
Small break in the Portugal/Spain action....
Had to go to the freaking eye doctor today. My eyes have been itching like crazy, tearing up and looking like I'm hung over on and off for a week now. I finally broke down and went to the doc today because it started to look suspiciously like pink eye. Thankfully it's not that, but some allergic reaction to something. That's about as specific as he got - "it seems you are definitely allergic to something in the environment." Gee Doc, that narrows it down. Thanks.
Good thing I recently got a nice pair of glasses that I don't mind wearing out in public.
Had to go to the freaking eye doctor today. My eyes have been itching like crazy, tearing up and looking like I'm hung over on and off for a week now. I finally broke down and went to the doc today because it started to look suspiciously like pink eye. Thankfully it's not that, but some allergic reaction to something. That's about as specific as he got - "it seems you are definitely allergic to something in the environment." Gee Doc, that narrows it down. Thanks.
Good thing I recently got a nice pair of glasses that I don't mind wearing out in public.
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