My dad had a stroke today. The worst thing in this world is to see someone who is usually the rock, be so vulnerable and helpless.
Thursday, November 07, 2013
Tuesday, February 05, 2013
My job search that is. Three years ago when I took this job, I felt like it was going to be a permanent place for me. A place where I could learn and grow and there was plenty of opportunity for advancement.
Posted by Sloane at 3:20 PM
Tuesday, December 18, 2012
I've decided to take a break from tv, radio and Facebook. With everything happening, I just can't anymore.
I've been thinking about that shooting in CT. I just feel so confused about it. There are so many questions, yet no real answers. My stomach has been in knots since I heard the news and I just can't wrap my head around it. There are so many people armchair quarterbacking about gun control, school safety , mental health treatment, etc. that I just can't handle. It also doesn't help that the media is sensationalizing everything to the point of saturating everything and confusing things even more.
I'm taking a stand in my own mind. I will focus on those young people that lost their lives, as they are the real victims here. I can get on my soap box and talk about mental illness and the lack of knowledge about diagnosis and treatment, but it won't bring anyone back. I can rant about gun control, but what good would it to to those families that lost loved ones right before Christmas?
As a nation we have to do better, and like it or not, we are all in this together. Our governments need to band together and start working towards achieving goals, not thwarting them.*
I'll be glad when this year is over an look forward to a brighter 2013.
*guess I couldn't resist not standing on a soap box for a second. ;)
Posted by Sloane at 8:08 AM
Sunday, December 02, 2012
In acknowledgement of my new size and shape, I have been doing one of those irrational purging of my closet. I've filled 4 large garbage bags with clothes and other crap that doesn't fit.
Well, that stuff hasn't fit for a long time, I was just too lazy to get rid of everything. Like did I still need the t shirts I got in 2003 for participating in a charity walk? Especially since I never wear them at all, not to sleep in, gym in, or clean in.
I donated all of my stuff to the victims of Sandy, so I was able to get my frustrations out and be charitable at the same time. Paying it forward.
Here is just a sampling of what went.
Posted by Sloane at 12:14 PM
Wednesday, November 21, 2012
In all of my 36 years on this earth, I have never, ever, ever been this heavy. I gained 50 lbs since my treatment in September putting me over 200 pounds. 200 POUNDS!!!!
I can't believe it. When I met with my doctor in October she said that I may put on a few pounds, so I should curb my eating and do some more exercising. So I started working with a trainer at a gym close to my house, 3 times a week and have been eating a high protein diet. I was excited to go to the dr, because I was positive that there would be a drastic change in the scale...and there was, except instead of a minus, it was a plus! She's never seen anything like it before. I just started laughing like a hyena in the exam room. I think she thought I was losing my mind.
Listen, I've never been a slim jim, but this is just beyond the point for me. I have begun to literally measure out everything that I eat so that I can keep to my portions; I meet with my trainer for 45 minutes 3 times a week and then do some home exercise on the days I don't; I don't have a "cheat" day. On paper, I am doing everything right, so why is my body revolting against me? Can't it ever just play along? Why do I always fall opposite of how the freaking treatment is supposed to go? Shit.
The thing that pisses me off the most is that my clothes don't fit, and like the stubborn bitch I am, I refuse to buy new clothes in a bigger size. I feel like I wear the same 4 things to work every day. Do you know that V-8 commercial where people are walking on the side? I feel like that's what I look like walking down the street. Waddling like a duck. I can't sleep because I can't get comfortable, I'm irritable all the time, and I walk around in a fog most of the time. Super duper fab.
I'm trying to remain positive, but this is dragging on way, way too long for my liking. I know that this is insignificant in the grand scheme of things, especially since I know a lot of people that lost everything in Hurricane Sandy, and that I have been blessed with a good prognosis for remission, but it still sucks.
I do know this though: I will get this weight off my body, if I have to slice it off my damn self.
Posted by Sloane at 2:03 PM
Monday, October 15, 2012
So obviously I have been slacking on this. What else is new. I have been feeling like a hot mess since my treatment: tired, cranky, and fat. I have gained so much weight in the last 2 months, I'm embarrassed. The meds I am taking have made me lethargic and bloated, so it's pretty much the same as before I got sick.
To add insult to injury, I have been breaking out like a 14 year old boy hitting puberty for the first time. I never had acne problems before, even when I was going through puberty so now it hurts my feelings to see these massive growths on my face that need to start paying rent since they take up so much space. All I need is my braces back and a squeaky voice and I would fit in awesome at my local middle school. So it's pretty much the same as before I got sick
I have decided to start exercising. I need to channel my inner rage somehow. Ok, so I play tennis on my Wii, but at this point it is about all I can do until my body starts screaming at me to sit down and watch Couple's Therapy. My sick body craves trashy reality shows. So it's pretty much the same as before I got sick.
So that's where I'm at now. So it's pretty much the same as before I got sick
Posted by Sloane at 1:24 PM
Friday, September 07, 2012
I figured I'd tell you how I found out. As everything else in my life, this is a long story.
Dirty and I had decided to start trying to have a baby. Jigga what? The person who had always poo-pooed the idea of children and was tolerant of them at best was planning to make one?!?!?! Yes, Dirty wore me down.
Anyway, after a month of "trying" aka banging all the time, I started to feel weird. Like super forgetful, shaky and lightheaded. Everyone at my job was like "BABY". But I didn't feel that. I knew that my body was revolting against me, and it wasn't for a good reason like incubating a baby.
I took a pregnancy test. Negative. I went to my primary doctor, she did a standard blood test. Normal. I was starting to think I was going crazy. I finally went to my endocrinologist, who when I told her my symptoms was "get in this office NOW!".
2 thyroid blood tests, 3 sonograms, a cat scan, 2 thyroid scans, an ekg, and 6 biopsy's later there it was. Cancer. Fucking cancer. The whole time I was going through the tests, each tech told me that this case was so abnormal. Um, hello? This is me we are talking about. Of course it is abnormal. I am the only person on the face of this earth that gained weight with an overactive thyroid.
I remember an old post on here when I went through this once before; when everything was benign, and I said fuck cancer. It is a scary work and even scarier outcome.
Luckily, my type is fairly easy to remedy. A radioactive iodine treatment, a quick surgery and a few radiation treatments to make sure everything is dead, and poof, no more cancer. Then I'll have to take synthroid for the rest of my life.
Could be worse, right?
Sidebar: Anyone find it strange how since I married Dirty, I broke my foot, was in the hospital for a kidney infection, and now this? No? Just me then? Ok.
Posted by Sloane at 5:44 PM
Sunday, September 02, 2012
As I sit here and write this I am taken back to the original reason why I started this blog. Basically to have a space where I can share things with a modicum of confidentiality. Since now most of my original readers know who I am, this blog has fallen into a hiatus. Now with things swirling around again, I need my corner back.
I have cancer. Wow, that becomes real when you type it. Since that word is like a bullet, i should explain that it is papillary carcinoma, and it is a form of thyroid cancer. I found out in the beginning of August, and have been going for tests and such since then. I haven't started official treatments yet; I haven't decided what to do, surgery or radiation/chemotherapy.
I'm keeping it on the low for the foreseeable future, so no mentions on Facebook or anything. Basically only Dirty, my parents, his mom and my sister know. I've told my boss and key work people and they have been great. I just want to keep it a secret now because I don't want those pity faces and the constant talk about when so-and-so had cancer this is now she handled it.
Right now, I am continuing to the be the sarcastic rag that I have always been. The only thing that works for me right now in regards to this is that whenever I ask Dirty for something, he can't deny me (not that he ever did anyway).
Sloane: Honey boo boo, I need a cleaning lady
Dirty: Come on the house is not that big
Sloane: But I have cancer!
Dirty: Ugh, fine.
Works like a charm every time.
PS: who is watching Honey Boo Boo? No joke, that was God's gift to me when I was diagnosed. ;)
Posted by Sloane at 8:58 AM
Wednesday, September 21, 2011
I haven't been avoiding the blog on purpose or anything, its just that the longer I go without posting anything, I feel silly coming back to it; like does anyone really care what I have to say anymore?
Everything I've written about is obsolete now:
My snarky complaints about how I hate my job and boss are non existent. I know everyone loved a scandalous Sidekick story, but since I changed jobs and I get along great with my boss (especially since she keeps throwing money at me) I have no complaints on the work front. I actually LIKE going into work. Shocker, I know.
Health problems? I've accepted that I have these issues and have been making strides to take better care of myself, my thyroid and my intestines. Nothing action packed there.
Me and Dirty? We've turned into an old married couple after just one year. I love it. We are so well suited to each other, it makes ME sick sometimes. We are enjoying spoiling each other (well, he spoils me and I take it), and we just bought a new car to celebrate our anniversary.
Sidebar: before you ask, there ain't no babies in this uterus. At this point, kids are not on the radar and I'm more than fine with that. I did a lot of soul searching on that point and came to the conclusion that right now, I don't feel that a child would complete my life in any way. I may feel differently later on, and if that happens and I wind up not being able to have a child biologically, then there are other options out there.
Anyway, Dirty is sending me and my sister to Universal Studios to the Harry Potter theme park for my 35th birthday. Yes, 35. Lift your jaw off the floor. He's not coming because he is designing something for my second favorite thing in the entire world and is on a strict deadline. I can't mention it until after it comes out due to confidentiality, but rest assured I am putting my 2 cents in what I think it should look like, and some of my ideas have already made it to the blueprint.
So that's all folks. Are you bored out of your brains after reading this?
Posted by Sloane at 12:15 AM
Monday, April 11, 2011
I've been at this new job for a year. It flew by so fast, considering that I was out from September to December with the wedding and broken foot, and then for another couple of weeks in February.
Anyway, I met with my supervisor and her boss for my annual evaluation. I was a little scared, because I had so much time out, and came back to a lot of piled up work that I am still going through, but I received a glowing appraisal. I got a standard 3% cost of living raise, and I was happy. Signed my appraisal and was just about to leave the office, when my boss’s boss told me to sit down again.
This is when I got scared. I don't know why, but flashes of SK came through my head. (BTW, that is a hard thing to get over when you are at work because you always are waiting for the other shoe to drop.) My boss’s boss tells me that they are so happy with me and with the way that I behaved when I was out (working from home, conference calls, etc) that they want to offer me an 11% salary increase on top of the 3% cost of living.
Toto, we definitely don't work for SK anymore. I was in shock...still am actually. I didn't get a 1% raise the entire time I worked for SK and that company, so to get such a large increase is overwhelming. This job is so cushy and I really got lucky when I fell into it. I mean, cafeteria, free movie tickets on payday, spa and gym services. I even got a laptop delivered when I was home with my busted foot, and then they paid for car service when I had my mobile boot on.
Lucky. That's how I feel right now.
Although, I could have broken 6 figures if they would have given me 1% more. Eh, I'll suck it up and be happy. ;)
Posted by Sloane at 12:48 PM
Monday, March 21, 2011
Instead of giving up something for Lent, I have made a commitment to post more on this blog. Today's offering will be done 4th grade current events style.
Who?: My husband, Dirty
What?: bought a 9 dollar box of lettuce
When?: Saturday morning
Where?: Whole Foods
Why?: because he has no common sense in his head.
Summary: We went to Bed, Bath and Beyond to buy a set a curtains. Since I still have the dizzies, I don't feel comfortable driving yet, so out of the kindness of his heart, he chauffeured me. I'm sure it helped that the shopping center we went to had a GameStop, but I digress. Since he wasn't interested in the curtains or any other nonsense there, he went to GameStop, and since I didn't know how long I was going to be, and in the interest of multitasking sent him off to Whole Foods with my shopping list.
BIG, MASSIVE MISTAKE!
There was pretty easy stuff on the list, you know, bread, eggs, milk, etc. The WF that we go to has a big bin of loose mixed baby lettuce for about 3 dollars a pound, and you can choose either a box or a bag as your vessel. My list said box of lettuce. I know what that means. Box of loose mixed baby lettuce for about 3 dollars a pound. To Dirty, box of lettuce means hydroponically grown baby Arugula from some boutique farm in California. For NINE dollars! NINE! (Never mind that currently in Sevvie, my Aerogarden I am hydroponically growing arugula.)
Moral of the story?: I think he did that on purpose to get back at me for taking so long in BBB.
The arugula was slamming though. Mr. Moneybags made Beef Carpaccio with Arugula salad that night.
Posted by Sloane at 12:45 PM
Wednesday, March 16, 2011
Posted by Sloane at 4:15 PM
Tuesday, March 15, 2011
What's your name?
What have you done today?
Nothing but this survey so far.
Do you have something more important that you should be doing?
How's your love life?
What are you listening to right now?
Do you have any piercings or tattoos?
Do you want any piercings or tattoos?
Do you have any bruises right now?
How's your hair looking today?
Decent for once.
Who's the last person you texted?
Have you ever kissed anyone who's name started with A, G, J, R, or Z?
Do you dress up a lot?
Last dream you remember having?
I don’t remember my dreams.
What is your dream car?
Do you eat when you're bored?
Are you insecure?
Are you a good singer?
In the shower, I win American Idol all the time.
What is your favorite TV show?
Do you have to ask? Jersey Shore, of course. I am also partial to RuPaul’s Drag Race, which is all that different if you think about it.
Depends on what mood I’m in; mostly Ghostface Killa
Do you have any pets?
Only an Aerogarden
Which parent do you look the most like?
Younger sis and Older Bro
When's the last time you cried?
In the hospital during an uncomfortable exam.
When's the last time you laughed?
3 seconds ago at a client who was trying to bullshit me.
Last time you laughed so hard you cried?
When my 3 year old niece fist pumped at me on webcam when I was in the hospital.
Do you have any role models/heroes?
What are you wearing?
Boring work clothes
Do you have any posters in your bedroom?
Dirty won’t let me keep my Bieber poster in the bedroom. L Also, I am not 12.
What is your opinion on Lady Gaga?
Meh, I don’t have an opinion on her
Are you tired?
Last time you were sick?
What kind of mood are you in?
Sarcastic. What else is new?
Posted by Sloane at 10:47 AM
Sunday, March 13, 2011
You know when you get a new boyfriend, and you neglect your old friends? Well that's how I feel about this blog. I think about the blog all the time, but am too embarrassed to post, because it has been so long, and my blog has probably moved on. Weird, but that's my thought process.
Posted by Sloane at 8:45 PM
Monday, November 22, 2010
Marriage is fun. It is cool when you can do fun things. Some of these fun things are staying up late, sleeping in late and playing Wii. It is cool not to have to be bossed around by your parents anymore and no one yells at you for eating chocolate cookies or making a mess.
Posted by Sloane at 12:24 PM
Sunday, September 19, 2010
Yup, I'm back and married!
Posted by Sloane at 6:29 PM
Monday, August 30, 2010
We are in the home stretch people! 5 more days until I become Mrs. Sloane Peterson-Super Ethnic Last Name.
Oh, I'm hypenating. Did I ever tell you guys that? Apparently my super ethnic last name matches perfectly with his super ethnic last name and there you have it. Meant to be!
Our final count was 215. Manageable. We have a lot of surprises in store for our guests and I can't wait!
Bachelorette party was this past Saturday and we did a cooking class and a sleepover. Nice and mellow and so fun.
Keep your eyes peeled on FB for pics of the big day! I'm calm right now, with only a few bridezilla episodes, but it looks like it will be an awesome day!
See you in a few weeks after the honeymoon.
Posted by Sloane at 11:39 AM
Monday, July 26, 2010
Posted by Sloane at 7:20 PM
Monday, June 28, 2010
In a little less than 70 days, I will be getting married. The past few weeks have been a whirlwind. I was totally surprised at my bridal shower, and was truly overwhelmed at how generous people were towards me and Dirty. Pictures are on FB if you want to see them.
Today has been momentous in its own way. We sent out our invites. No turning back now. It's really happening. We sent out a total of 163 invites, for a grand total of approximately 325 guests, not including kids. Pick your jaw off the floor... it's my big fat Italian wedding! Let's hope that the standard 20% decline, leaving me with a paltry 260. :P
So now it becomes a waiting game for the responses to trickle in. Going for my first fitting in a few weeks and finally bought a comfortable pair of shoes. I'm getting there. Yikes!
Posted by Sloane at 5:16 PM
Monday, May 24, 2010
If you are my FB friend, you know that last week I posted a status about shit getting real. Well here is why:
Posted by Sloane at 10:33 AM
Thursday, May 06, 2010
to the chef of the culinary program here. Do you think Dirty would mind?
Todays menu copied straight from my email:
Cream of Broccoli Cheddar
Crab Cakes with Sweet Potato French Fries
Chicken Empanadas with Pineapple Salsa
Roast Beef and Ceasar Salad on Garlic Bread (sounds gross, but totally awesome)
Vegetable and CousCous Stuffed Artichokes with Remoulade Sauce
Salads and Sides
Mixed Green Salad
Green Bean and Tomato Salad
Red Velvet Cupcakes with Cream Cheese Frosting
Chocolate Chip Mousse
Fruit Salad with Yogurt
I need to take it easy or else I will never fit into my dress in 121 days. Wow.
Posted by Sloane at 10:49 AM
Wednesday, April 28, 2010
I know it has only been 3 days since I started my new job, but I am in L-O-V-E! The staff here is awesome, I am third in command, the office that I am in has cathedral ceilings and a massive double pane window, and the second day I was here, the culinary students brought me homemade chocolate donuts as a welcome present. Um, awesome. I am convinced that this is God's way of rewarding my patience with staying with the old company and putting up with SK's bs for so long.
So glad you liked my invite. I designed and assembled it myself. I had them printed by one of Dirty's printing guys and bought the pocketfolds online. I think I may be changing the design and the colors a bit. That invite is a pain to put together, with the ribbon and different layers, and takes a lot of time, so I may just skip the ribbon and re-do the monogram. I think that this may turn into a nice little side business... Etsy here I come. lol.
Oh and we finally booked our Honeymoon. We are going to Curacao for 14 days. Getting married during hurricane season really limits your choices. So we are doing 7 days at the Kura Hulanda Lodge in an Ocean Front Suite, and 7 days at the Baoase Luxury Resort in an Ocean Front Suite. Is it bad to say that I am looking forward to the vacation more than the wedding?
P.S: The best part about my new job is that the CEO of this said to me that she doesn't expect me to work for the entire day, that she is realistic about employees needing to do personal stuff at work, and that company doesn't believe in blocking any computer activity. What? Hulu at work? Ok, if you insist.
Posted by Sloane at 12:42 PM
Wednesday, April 21, 2010
Just got the hard copy sample of my invite. It is surreal and scary now. Let me know what you think. Obviously, I have done a bit of editing... gotta keep myself incognito, ya know? I'm curious to hear opinions.
Its in 136 days. OMG. vom.
Posted by Sloane at 1:33 PM
Monday, April 19, 2010
The whole me not working for a while thing? Yeah, it ran its course after 2 weeks. I am just so freaking bored at home that I feel my intelligence slowly slipping away little by little. There are only so many Facebook games and so much Maury you can watch before you start re-evaluating.
All the wedding stuff is done, just in debate mode with Dirty about a few little surprises for the reception, so I have been contacting some of the agencies that I was interviewing with prior to me leaving my old job. Wouldn't you know that the developed a position for me, at more than twice what I was making with Sk, with a sweet signing bonus and some other awesome perks; like free movie tickets on Fridays, gym membership, transportation and food. I took it. I start next week.
It is so good for my confidence that something like this came along. Working with Sk, my skills and abilities were always put down, so I always thought I wasn't good enough for something like this. The whole vibe here is totally different. The Director is down to earth and so knowledgeable about things. Right off, she wanted to hear ideas that I had to change and mold the program into something great. So we were just talking and I said something, and Friday I found out that they have implemented it... under MY name. She didn't pull a Sk and take credit for the idea, which is something that I will need to get used to.
So the 8 Ball will be coming with me on Monday. Wish me luck.
Posted by Sloane at 12:06 PM
Monday, April 05, 2010
It was a pig flying.
Posted by Sloane at 5:37 PM
Monday, March 15, 2010
So this posting once every whenever I feel like it has gotten me annoyed. When I started writing this blog, I wanted to chronicle my life and happenings. As of late, that is not happening. I am going to make a real conscious effort to post more often... Dare I say it, at least once a week.
Now that it is in writing I have to do it.
Remember last year when I was so excited to hand in a resignation letter and leave this hell-hole I call my job. Well, I did it again. I resigned. This time leaving for good. I can't take the politics, cliques and overall suckiness of coming into this office every day. I don't have another job as of yet, but have a few prospects, but I am totally not stressed about work for the first time in a LONG time. Dirty has been very supportive, as a good sugar daddy should be. lol.
My conversation with Sidekick was comical to say the least. She is so lost. I handed in my letter and she looked at it and asked me where I was going. I told her the truth, that I don't have another job, and she looked at me dead in my face and said, "Since you come from a rich family and are marrying a rich guy you don't have to work anyway". I was laughing on the inside, but said "You damn skippy."
Then she had the nerve to ask me to extend my resignation because she will be out on vacation. Guess what I said? Yeah, you guys know me well enough to know what I said:
Ooh, I would totally love to because I am a loyal employee and all that, but my fiance surprised me with a trip to Atlantic City to celebrate me resigning. Sorry.
F her and the horse she rode in on.
Posted by Sloane at 12:47 PM
Monday, February 08, 2010
Lots going on in Sloane world, so I figure I will give a quick update:
Oh and I got a story about how my SIL told me that she will be at my wedding, but that too will have to wait.
Posted by Sloane at 4:39 PM
Monday, January 11, 2010
Let me just tell you that this year has started with a BANG, or more to the point a POW!
Picture it, me in my black North Face jacket braving the inner bowels of hell, aka the NYC Subway on her way to work this morning. I am standing on the platform as per usual, listening to my I-Pod, minding my own B.I. business reading waiting for the train that is approaching. Snuggled in my gloved grasp is my new Kindle (thanks Santa), awaiting my entrance on the train, when I hear a commotion behind me. Lo and behold, two unsavory characters, one dude and one lady were running on the platform screaming at each other.
Sa-Weet. Loves me some dramz in the morning. Anywho, I lower the volume on the I-Pod so I can eavesdrop without getting caught, and start to get on the train. I am standing by the door when the characters run up into the train and the dude grabs the lady by the hood, flips her around and punches her straight in the face. I jump out of the way, cradling my precious Kindle, worried that when her nose started bleeding that some blood would get on it.
Because we are gangsta in NYC, the conductor tried to close the doors on the fighting couple a few times, but they weren't moving. Back and forth they were beating the hell out of each other, screaming nonsense back and forth. Finally the cops came and split them up. The lady then started screaming that the short girl with the red glasses in the black North Face saw the whole thing and that she can tell the cops what happened. I was looking around, hoping that they weren't talking about me, and although black NF's are a dime a freaking dozen in NYC, wouldn't you know that I was the only one in the train car that had one on. Awesome. So the cop asked me to get off the train and give a statement about what happened.
So I did. Apparently, the scuffle was drug related, in that the lady promised the dude drugs and took his money and literally ran. Serves her right.
Moral of the story? Crackies follow me everywhere.
P.S.: I had to take the rest of the day off, because like Sammi from Jersey Shore, "I was like totally traumatized."
Oh and PPS: My Kindle is totally fine. I had to download the entire Harry Potter collection in order for her to forgive me.
Posted by Sloane at 12:18 PM
Thursday, December 24, 2009
As I sit here at work, wasting time on facebook, listing to non-stop Christmas music, reading blogs and tracking Santa here , I have been thinking back on this past year; one of the weirdest, most surreal years I have ever lived through. With super highs and horrible lows, I hope that 2010 will be kick ass.
The best prezzie of all? Sidekick kicked up her return date to 12/29.
Yeah, not so much.
Santa better make that up to me by bringing me a Kindle like I asked for.
Merry Christmas and Happy New Year. <3
Posted by Sloane at 11:37 AM
Friday, December 04, 2009
Someone up there really, really, really loves me.
I've been on vacation this whole week, and have done nothing but lay around in my pajamas and watched television. Not only has Maury had paternity tests and out of control teenagers on (BTW, so much WIN for those episodes), but some executive created the best show on the face of this green earth.
Move ova Flavor/Rock of Love hoes; welcome to the Jersey Shore, bitches. Peep it.
Love, Love, LOVE IT!! Love the hair, the eyebrows, the accents, and the VOLUME!!!! Comedy gold!
If you do anything for yourself, please watch this trainwreck. You will not be disappointed. Consider this my Christmas gift to you. Smooches.
Disclaimer: Yes, these are my brethren, but no, I do not claim them or act like that.
Posted by Sloane at 6:44 PM