My family (i love them)
godparents andrew and reachel and coco * sis-in-law sarah * sis-in-law elizabeth
kind of my sister-lindsay * sis-in-law alice
sister courtney
Friday, January 30, 2009
Wednesday, January 28, 2009
Coming back.
Last Night Mr. Nielson slowly walked through my door.
I could tell he was sad. He had jus packed up our life in Arizona in a Allied moving truck. He told me how sad it was to say goodbye to the back porch where many, many meals were served.
Hard to wish the beautiful 2-story tree-house he constructed with his own two hands good luck in hopes the new owners wont tear her down out of that awesome mulberry tree.
Mr. Nielson lay next to me in tears. He smelled like the cologne I had offered him for Christmas last year-in the house.
"I sprayed it on before they boxed it up...reminds me of Arizona...reminds me of you"
He softly said. "The kitchen was lifeless without you"
Every evening music would fill the kitchen and the children and I would dance until Mr. Nielson came home. The children would rush outside and ask for rides on his motorcycle-even before I could kiss him.
Life in AZ was a treat. The sounds, smells, neighbors, family, and our home made us, well, so happy and content.
Mr. Nielson has returned to snow-lots of it. Gray skies feel depressed against the snow-capped Wasatch mountains and I couldn't help but urge for Mesa right with him.
A new life has been promised here, and I can't wait to play in the bounty of snow with the children, dance with them in our new kitchen, and even vacuum with the new Dyson Mr. Nielson got our new home on Briar.
I could tell he was sad. He had jus packed up our life in Arizona in a Allied moving truck. He told me how sad it was to say goodbye to the back porch where many, many meals were served.
Hard to wish the beautiful 2-story tree-house he constructed with his own two hands good luck in hopes the new owners wont tear her down out of that awesome mulberry tree.
Mr. Nielson lay next to me in tears. He smelled like the cologne I had offered him for Christmas last year-in the house.
"I sprayed it on before they boxed it up...reminds me of Arizona...reminds me of you"
He softly said. "The kitchen was lifeless without you"
Every evening music would fill the kitchen and the children and I would dance until Mr. Nielson came home. The children would rush outside and ask for rides on his motorcycle-even before I could kiss him.
Life in AZ was a treat. The sounds, smells, neighbors, family, and our home made us, well, so happy and content.
Mr. Nielson has returned to snow-lots of it. Gray skies feel depressed against the snow-capped Wasatch mountains and I couldn't help but urge for Mesa right with him.
A new life has been promised here, and I can't wait to play in the bounty of snow with the children, dance with them in our new kitchen, and even vacuum with the new Dyson Mr. Nielson got our new home on Briar.
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Tuesday, January 27, 2009
Wound care.
Miss B. came to the house at 10:00 am to do wound care.
Wound care is when I sit in a comfortable chair nakie as Miss B. rubs my burns with olive oil. We laugh and talk about her new house, the paint colors she chose and the Macaroni grill-must have something to do with the oil she slathers on my body.
Mr. Nielson and the children are in Arizona eating fresh citrus and packing up the house. I miss them all terribly.
Now I am off to the PT. G-dogg who works on my hands will terrorize me until I cry. Then says he is sorry and I feel much better.
Kirk will help loosen my limbs as we chat about once upon a time when we both instructed skiing at Sundance.
Shane will show me how to "work it" strutting myself across the PT floor (my favorite part is watching him!!). Soon enough I will say goodbye to C-3PO and walk normal. Can't wait.
Sorry no photos. My hands can't quite pick up a camera yet.
Wound care is when I sit in a comfortable chair nakie as Miss B. rubs my burns with olive oil. We laugh and talk about her new house, the paint colors she chose and the Macaroni grill-must have something to do with the oil she slathers on my body.
Mr. Nielson and the children are in Arizona eating fresh citrus and packing up the house. I miss them all terribly.
Now I am off to the PT. G-dogg who works on my hands will terrorize me until I cry. Then says he is sorry and I feel much better.
Kirk will help loosen my limbs as we chat about once upon a time when we both instructed skiing at Sundance.
Shane will show me how to "work it" strutting myself across the PT floor (my favorite part is watching him!!). Soon enough I will say goodbye to C-3PO and walk normal. Can't wait.
Sorry no photos. My hands can't quite pick up a camera yet.
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Thursday, January 22, 2009
A full heart.
I am really grateful to whoever made me this hat. I love it lots
As I type this, I talk to Claire who is sitting next to me with braided ponytails. Ponytails that her second mother Aunt Cjane put in her hair earlier this morning. She looks darling. My heart goes out to Cjane, Page and Lucy my beloved sisters. Sisters who stepped up when I slept.
My heart is full.
And the only funny thing that happened to me today was when my PT Kirk worked on my neck and worked my beanie all the way down past my eyes. Then he politely asked me to stand up. I quietly laughed since I couldn't see a blasted thing, and my hands don't work so hot-not enough to help myself anyway. He had no idea!
I like those simple moments of my life. They chase away the blues, and I love telling Mr. Nielson something funny when he walks into the PT room. He is so dashing and works so hard. I can't help but fight hard for him. Fight to be that wife again. His loving Queen who enjoys serving him. Like I said, my heart is full tonight.
I love you all sooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo much. Keep me in your prayers-
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Wednesday, January 21, 2009
Shhhhhhhhhh, sleeping!
ollie fast alseep on the couch, looks yummy!
Sorry for a skip in a post. I woke up with a stomach ache that rocked my world. Then busy with dressing changes, wound care, and physical therapy. Speaking of physical therapy, we all know what that is right? Well in a nut-shell it means pain.
Yesterday at physical therapy I fell asleep, WHILE my fingers were being twisted and bent. How does one fall asleep during that kind of pain?
How uncomfortable to fall asleep while someone is talking to you anyway.
"what is your favorite movie" Angie the PT asks.
How can I answer that when I am jumping on fluffy frosting clouds in dreamland??
Finally I came back to reality. Angie gave me in a awkward look.
"Were you asleep" she asks
"ummmmmmm" I stall and slump in my chair and then I look down at my pants-drool. Dang.
Well it happened again today while I was laying on the PT table. Steph cranked my shoulders and my eyes drooped and nite-nite. Me feel stupid, but well rested.
Must be those late night talks with Mr. Nielson that make me drowsy- I can't help myself, I love him all day and night.
We will see what today brings. I'll let you know.
kisses,
Nie
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nie in peril.
Monday, January 19, 2009
15 steps
We all have lists right? Grocery, goals, and wish lists (and so forth). Do you by chance have a "morning list" I do. Its new "AC" (after-crash).
1. wake up- 9:00.
2. take off chin strap
3. take out mouth piece (it usually smells awesome)
4. take feet out of heal protectors, which actually look like moon boots.
5. take blankets off body...feels like 500 pounds.
6. cry/pray.
7. wake up mr.nielson.
8. stretch.
9. pray...again.
10. stand up...blood drain to feet. ouch.
11. wobble like a 100 year old man (or C-3PO-however you look at it)to raised toilet...fun!
14. health home nurse comes.
15. remove dried skin. double ouch.
14. slather olive oil on skin with a bunch of other crap.
15. take 100 pills
Tomorrow you should hear bedtime list. It involves WAY more crying.
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nie in peril.
Friday, January 16, 2009
NewNie
I am alive.
I look different.
I walk slow...and type slower.
But its good to be back!!
How can I thank you all?! I don't think I can...letters, e-mails, stories, toys for the kids, clothes artwork, dolls, love, donations and all your prayers!!
I will thank you all soon enough, but for now, (excuse me, i need to take my 6000th pill for the day) for now, here are my hands. They are tightly wrapped in what we burn patients call "Juzos" and they hurt.
Boy do I have some good stories for you....(raised toilets, special lookin' underwear, commodes galore and stuff like that.
Really, thank you all. Tears gush every time I think about the support from you all.
I LOVE YOU ALL...here's to a new Nie!
...but not so different. At the end of the day Mr. Nielson in his blue juzozs takes me by the hand for bed...like I said, not so different than before the crash(which we endearingly call "BC" and after the crash as "AC")
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Thursday, January 08, 2009
The Good News To Come
As a result of your prayers and well-wishing, this adored blog will be updated regularly on January 16th. Please mark your calendars, or whatever you do. Buy a pinata, make frozen lemonade, this is a celebration.
Nie is back.
Monday, January 05, 2009
Reposted: Summer, skin and other warm images
I don't even know where to start! What a wondrous being Stephanie is. Magical even. I came to the conclusion that Stephanie had a heart like that of a prism. The colours that played out were of the rays from her faith, her love, her imagination. Those colours became like strings that danced around you through her words, pulled you in, wrapping you up to play the semblance of her birthday balloons send-offs. One was dancing on air, close to the heavens. And one danced right with her, understanding to the full extent the beauty of life. What an amazing story this magnificent woman has shared and will continue to share because her voice is strong, full of charm, all-knowing. Stephanie, you came to share the celebration of your life with the world. I am honoured to celebrate you. I have celebrated your humanity, your soul with friends and family because what an inspiration you are as a mother, as a wife, as a sister, as a daughter. Thank you for allowing us to come into your world and feel safe, feel warm, feel happy.
This set of photos were just so sweet but the ones of her with her precious son Gigs just... they just held my heart and wouldn't let go, especially the one where he is practically eating her face. Bless him! That photo has the tendency of bringing me to tears. And oh does he remind me of my gorgeous baby boy, except my darling as dark hair.
Bless this family. Much love sweet Stephanie.
In faith,
Djuna Rykiel
Miami, Fl
Originally posted: Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Summer, skin and other warm images
Dear Summer,
We have really enjoyed you so far. My children play all day in your grace and Mr. Nicholas gets to lounge around naked. We practically live on the backyard porch swing, play with the hose, and eat your delicious bounty.
Thank you.
We have really enjoyed you so far. My children play all day in your grace and Mr. Nicholas gets to lounge around naked. We practically live on the backyard porch swing, play with the hose, and eat your delicious bounty.
Thank you.
NieNie and her children.
Friday, January 02, 2009
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