Weekend Happenings

A weekend with hardly any plans is rarely something that happens in this household, but when it does…we take full advantage! When I got home from work on Friday, I caught Kevin looking up coupons to our favorite local restaurant, El Torazo. You don’t have to convince me too much for Mexicans and margaritas! (I mean…two for one margs every day of the week. Can’t beat it.)

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After stuffing ourselves silly, we stopped by RedBox on our way home and grabbed the movie Prisoners. The only reason why I agreed to that scary movie is because of Jake Gyllenhaal. I feel like him and I are on a first name basis since, you know, I met him walked by him on the street in New York. It was okay. (I watched half of it with my eyes closed.) It was a great cuddle-up-together-on-the-couch movie.

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I had to go to the Louisville Race for the Cure on Saturday for work, which is always so inspiring. When I got home, Kev and I headed out to the mall to buy a new suit for him. Thank goodness the kind man working there helped us or who knows what size we would have ended up buying. Suit shopping is not my specialty.

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We did some window shopping to get Christmas list ideas and I came across these Sperry duck boots that I adore. WANT! The green ones are going on my Christmas list fo sho.

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We wrapped up our Saturday by rooting on the Cards. And by “we,” I mean me and Gracie. Because we all know Kevin was suddenly the biggest Giants fan ever. #marriedtoaredsfanprobz

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Sunday morning was the best. I slept in and snuggled for quite awhile in bed with my Grace.

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And then we hit the road! I successfully ran the longest since July without any shin pain. It felt so great.

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Later that afternoon, Kev’s mom and sister came down to watch the Bengals game, which took for.ev.er. They lost (womp womp), but it was great to see them!

I know it’s only the beginning of the week, but I’m already looking forward to next weekend! We plan on checking out the Louisville Brewfest, we have a gala to attend for my work AND we leave for Asheville for our mini one year anniversary vaca.¬†Woo!

I thought I was having a bad day…

Yesterday was…rough. And because I feel like too often, we’re swept into our own minor problems and issues without counting our blessings, I want to share this story with you.

Yesterday, I woke up to an email that kicked off my work morning on the wrong foot. I jumped out of bed after reading that email, hopped in the shower and bolted out of the house without breakfast or coffee. When I got to the office, I had about an hour to get some things done before I had to go to the local hospital to oversee a photo shoot. After I got in my car and halfway to the hospital, I realized I left my hospital badge and mandatory release forms on my office desk – thankfully my coworker could bring them down for me. I was at the hospital for a little over four hours and it was nonstop stress. We were stationed in a working ER trauma unit and without going into too much detail, it was pretty hectic. I got back to the office, hours after “lunch time,” and got a few things done before I had to leave early to go pick up something from a vendor, but not without forgetting my phone at my desk, so I had to turn around and go back up to the office to get it. I got to the vendor and they had to fix a few things, so I was there longer than I thought. Oh my way home, I was just exhausted and kept thinking about how everything about my day was going wrong. I called my mom and complained. I got home and whined to Kevin while he poured me (cough) three glasses of wine (cough) and listened to me bitch. I told Kevin I didn’t feel like cooking so we picked up dinner and I got a few more work things done and went to bed.

Gracie woke me up at 2:30 a.m. barking at a squirrel out of our bedroom window and I was so mad at her, and continued to think about how bad my day was, and how all I wanted was to get some sleep and wake up in a better mood. Just as I was crawling back into bed, I grabbed my phone and started mindlessly scrolling through Facebook.

The first post I saw was from Scott’s wife, Julie, with the news of Scott’s passing.

The summer between my junior and senior year of college was the summer where I interned at Scott’s marketing and PR firm, Marketicity in Columbia, Illinois. I had interviewed for the position and another one in town, and actually turned down Scott’s initial¬†offer. When the other company rescinded my offer a week before I was supposed to start due to budget cuts, I called Scott and practically begged for him to hire me as his intern. And he did.

And that’s the summer that shaped my entire career. That was my first agency experience and that is exactly when I found out that being in an agency PR setting was what I wanted to do “when I grow up.”

I kept in touch with Scott in the years since my internship, and he has mentored me quite a bit throughout my career. I’ve use him as a reference on every job I’ve had since. We would chat regularly about the Blues, how our families were doing and how work was going. I not only considered Scott my previous boss and current mentor, but a friend.

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Scott took the office to the ball game one afternoon. And bought me nachos. #thebest

A few weeks ago, I saw Scott’s post on social media that announced he was recently diagnosed with a brain tumor, and would be undergoing a few tests to determine the severity and course of treatment. On Friday, he got a biopsy on the tumor and due to complications, he passed away last night.

He is survived by his wife, Julie (a breast cancer survivor), his daughter Allie, who is in high school and his son Ryan. I cannot even imagine what they are all going through right now.

Perhaps one of the hardest parts of this for me, is knowing that Kevin, the man I love and married, went through this exact same thing when he was Scott’s children’s age. He lost his dad suddenly, within two months of diagnosis, from liver cancer. His mom and his sister, members of my own family now, had to face this with someone they loved dearly.

So I leave you with this. I thought I was having a bad day, as many of us have. But I went to bed with a husband and a father. Some people didn’t. Some people are going through things that are so incredibly tough, and I think it’s important that we all stop to tell the people we love that we love them, just one more time, and truly count our blessings.

Scott, as I said on Facebook today, I hope that the boats are newer, the fish are bigger and the St. Louis Blues are hoisting the Stanley Cup in heaven. God is lucky to have you this early. We’ll see each other again soon.