Walking in another person’s shoes…

This picture was from Tuesday, Day 10 before I went to the doctor to find out what the redness on my shin was all about. Turns out it is due to swelling.

August 5th, I took a fall and injured my left knee.  Twelve days in of recovery and I’m told to keep my knee straight and elevate it as much as possible.  Which is easy because it doesn’t bend on its own very well right now.

So why the need to pull out the blog writing today?  A week ago I had to attend a meeting to start the new school year.  The building was old.  I’m hobbling into the building, thank goodness they had a ramp to accommodate the 4 steps that I would have had to take, and make my way to the third floor.  So I’m walking with my cane, to keep me stable, and trying to open doors to get in.  Have you ever tried to open a door with only your left hand?  It’s awkward as you end up crossing your body with the door.  Okay..so, I make my way through the main door, into the elevator and up to the third floor.  Great, another door into the office suite.  Why isn’t there a button to open the door automatically? I make it in and get to my meeting. I’m good, put my leg up on an adjacent chair and take in all the information.

Then, it happens, I have to use the restroom.  Ugh….back out the door, easier pushing it but not by much.  Again, would love an automatic door button to make it easier.  I get to the restroom and see three tiny stalls.  Not ONE accessible stall.  WHAT?!  How is that even possible?  What year is it?  I plop myself down and take care of things.  Thankfully, my husband had gotten me the cane the night before.  The cane was my savior in that tiny stall.  I was able to lift myself and my bum leg up but it wasn’t easy from a standard height commode.  I hobbled back to the meeting room appalled that the district I worked for had no restroom accommodations.  Maybe they do…maybe it’s tucked away in another part of the building.  I do know that no one offered it to me.   I hope there is one on that floor somewhere….

Day 12 and the swelling has gone way down. I’m tired of it though. I am ready to go!

I will heal,  My leg will bend again.  But things like this are what people with physical challenges handle every day.  I try to hold the door open for people as much as I can. I try to accommodate needs as much as I can.  I hope I’m not failing.  This little experience has really sparked something.  Never take for granted, walking across the living room with a cup of coffee and my phone.  Right now, I can do it in my house where there are plenty of “feel your way” helpers around the room and I can tuck my phone under my chin but at work, I must wear everything I need in a backpack or purse.  Leaving the house is a chore.  Carrying a lunch box and getting down the four steps that lead to the drive, I have to make sure I don’t have other things in my hand or I can’t manage the stairs with my cane.  So things get left home.  If I can’t carry it on me, I don’t need it.  Not practical but it will have to do…for now.



Commission much?

Today, I ventured out to get a couple things. A pair of Ugg boots and jeans. I’ve been wanting to try them on and see if they would be cute. I headed to the mall. Walked into Dillards and headed to the shoe section. Instantly, I was greeted and asked if I know what I wanted to see. Gave the young lady my size and she disappeared. A few moments later she returned with a box and the boots that I have been “eyeing” for the past few months. After walking around the shoe section, I purchased them. My card wasn’t reading in the chip reader so she asked if she could try. She had the magic touch and I was done with my purchase.

I also needed some jeans. My current jeans are just too big on me. I don’t wear a lot of jeans but for sporting events, etc. it’s nice to have pockets. I walked into Torrid. I wandered around a few minutes and finally went to the counter where two women were chatting about something or another. I interrupted them, nearly unsuccessfully, and asked for some help. “HELLO, I want to spend money here!!!” After what I felt was an eye roll, one of the clerks came out from behind the counter and asked me what size. I told her I wasn’t sure as it’s been awhile and I had lost some weight. I guessed, and she proceeded to look for that size. After handing me two of the same size, I decided that I would try them on to see if this was the right size before I tried all the different styles. (Ripped, dark, light, lots of rips..goodness, I just want jeans!) I headed back to the dressing room and tried on the jeans and a pair of trousers I had grabbed on my own. Nope….that wasn’t my size. I needed to go down. YAY!!!

I left the dressing room and headed back to the jean area hoping the clerk would see me and help me more. I guess her gab session with other clerk was more important. After about 15 minutes of me pulling at racks and disrupting piles of jeans, I found a smaller size but in a style that wasn’t really what I was wanting. I decided to go try them on. Yeah..no…not my “cut”. I walked back over to the jean pile to return the wrong cut jeans and heard from across the store. “Any of those work out for you?” I responded that they were the wrong size. I must have stood over in the jean area another five minutes when I realized that they didn’t care about my sale. They weren’t going to help me. I left. I will head over to another shop later this week where I know they will help me find flattering clothes for me.

I don’t get it.  I know these retail shops are on a commission and you’d think they would want to sell me overpriced jeans that I was more than willing to buy.  Heck, maybe even some dress pants, that, in my opinion, were over priced too.

It’s okay…here’s another picture of the cute boots I purchased today!

LuLaRoe Jeanne Sutton **squee**

I’m in the queue! I have sent in my paperwork and should be getting my call end of January/beginning of February. Right now I’m setting up all my social media. While I can’t really get a VIP group going until I get my call, I can share my progress as I wait.

If you are so inclined you can follow me here:
Instagram: https://www.instagram.com/lularoejeannesutton/
Twitter:  https://twitter.com/lularoejeannes

Not much going on, although I’m practicing my Periscope skills on my twitter.

I’ll be setting up a separate blog for my LuLaRoe journey…stay tuned!!

Hello September…

August was an odd month.  I don’t know why but this year, August, was emotionally draining for me.  All four of our parents, who have passed,  have birthdays during August.  Both of our fathers passed away in the month of August.  Sure, it was years ago but the grief still exists.  Somedays are better than others.  August…was a rough month.  I have gotten really good at compartmentalizing so I can function at work.  It meant a lot of tears rolling down my cheek as I watched commercials with parents being loving, or movies where parents died (What’s up with that being the beginning of a superhero’s journey?  OMG, I’m a superhero!!) and looking back at old pictures and remembering how funny, crazy, and loving they were.  I am pretty lucky.  My parents, my in-laws, really loved us.  Sometimes,  we didn’t see it.  Sometimes, we were annoyed.  Sometimes, I wish I had more time with them.

August also brought on the new school year.  I love my job.  I don’t like dealing with understaffed issues, though I’m hoping that will get straightened out soon.  I just want to get in the groove my schedule and know what to expect in my classes.  I haven’t been to one of my classes in over a week.  I like to be prepared and in some of my classes, I’m worried that I’m not.  Overachiever, much?  Sure.  It’s worked for me so far.  😀

August was a month where my weight loss journey stagnated.  That trend has finally broken.  Officially down 52.5 pounds since February.  I would say an average of 7.5 lbs per month is pretty darn good. I know, I have a long way to go.  I’m not resting on my laurels, or delusional.  But I am proud…this is the lowest I have been in over a decade.  Thank you Loseit app! People ask me how I’m doing and what I am eating.  Honestly, I eat everything.  If I want waffles, I have waffles.  Sometimes, I have waffles, with chocolate hazelnut butter, and ice cream.  YUP!  The LoseIt app is working for me.  Calorie budget and planning is everything, for me.

September came in hard with Hurricane Hermine.  Jacksonville was lucky, we had some rain but not nearly what the west coast of Florida saw or Georgia.  Honestly, we need the rain.  My grass is looking so green right now.

So September, I’m ready for you! 🙂

Sunday on the porch….

sundayblog2 (1)We rescreened our porch this summer and I have to say that I’m really loving it.  I have been trying to spend as much time out here now that it’s relatively bug-free. Those roaches still find away onto the porch but Nutmeg is a good hunter.  We even got a cute little bistro set from Ikea to replace the white plastic table and chairs.  They were not comfortable at all.   The bistro set, perfect for Sunday coffee and blog writing.  I’d really like to get a glider out here.  Gliders are my favorite!!

Work is going well.  School started last week and after a few little hiccups, we are starting to settle in.  I have to say that the past few years have been getting better overall.  The interpreters have a home in the school.  It’s great, we can store our books, dictionaries, professional development stuff, and have a comfy spot to plan for the classes.  This is the first year in a long time that we’ve had all three grades of Deaf/Hard of Hearing at the same time.  When the finish hiring people, we will have four interpreters at our school.  Wow, the department is growing!

Next week, I have a meeting with the union, DTU, and the district to go over changes to the interpreter contract.  Change is slow but it’s happening.  This has been my goal for the past three years.  It’s amazing to see it finally shaping up.  Eat your heart out Norma Rae!


Fudge (not the word I really said)…

I didn’t sleep well last night.  Before I laid my head down, I knew what was happening in Dallas.  I didn’t think it could be that bad. I didn’t think anyone would shoot down among a crowd of people hoping to “kill white people” hitting 12 officers and 2 civilians.  No.  No.  No.  I felt helpless yesterday, today is worse.

I hope the Hughes brothers remain safe and they get the apology that I feel they should get.  I hope that other cities look at what happened and know this could happen anywhere.  I hope that people across America understand that violence is not a solution. I hope that people this November vote to put people in office who can help repair that wounds that America is suffering through.

Here is my plan of action.  I am going to be kinder.  I am going to be polite.  I am going to be patient.  I am going let someone in on the onramp to the highway.  I know that these actions don’t change the world, but if I can make a change in “my world” I  can dream that it will spread.


I’m sad. I have no clue how to help. …and that makes me sad too. I try to embrace all in my life but feel sometimes I fall short. I know things need to change, and I try to “be the change” but honestly I don’t know how to do that. I wish there was a device that could change a person to make them live in another’s skin and feel what it is like. Even I have no idea what it means…but I know it isn’t good. We have such a long way to go….

We are all the same. Yet, we are determined to focus on our differences than embrace the likenesses.

I wasn’t going to post…but maybe my silence shows conformity. I don’t want to have a blind eye to the world. I still dream of the world where we work for the betterment of the people. Where race, religion, sexual orientation, etc.  are not important. Where we focus on how to keep our earth happy, healthy, and our children grow up with a better life than we all had.

Mentorships and personal growth…

Monday closes out a five week mentorship I was enrolled in.  It was hard for me to admit that I was not proficient.  I have to say that interpreting has been a constant struggle.  I’m not complaining because this struggle/challenge has been enlightening.  I cab see that the mentorship has been well worth my time.  In just five weeks I can see changes in my ASL/PSL product that were lacking.

Armed with the tools to continue, I will practice somethings that have been pointed out to me.  For example, I sign a lot of signs.  Too many for a consumer to get a clear understand of what’s going on.  Why work so hard when you can sign fewer signs and be amazingly clear?

Also, placing people, object, countries, continents in space makes for a clear “picture” in my product.  Armed with sticky notes, I can practice that too.

I am a little sad that the mentorship is over so quickly.  Five weeks flew by.

Cold weather ramblings…

I like the cold weather.  By cold, I mean cold for North Florida, not like “tip of the mitt” Michigan cold. I’d rather bundle up in layers than be sweating in the heat of Florida.

At work, it’s great.  I dress in layers so the more I interpret, the layers peel off.  Wait..that sounds wrong.  Sounds like I’m doing some kind of interpreting/striptease act.  Ooof…ain’t nobody wanna see that!! I do need some more cute cardigans though….

I finally got the results of my performance test.  While I did improve, I did not get the rating I was hoping for to achieve National Certification.  A huge blow to my ego.  Not that I ever think I’m good enough but honestly, this is the first thing in work life that I didn’t just naturally excel at.  Every other job I moved up quickly and succeeded.  This, not so much.  While I enjoy a good challenge sometimes it can be heartbreaking.  Sometimes, I forget that I did improve.  Not as much as I wanted, but improvement none the less. Go me.  Next weekend I’ll be travelling to Central Florida for another workshop. This time for “voicing” skills.  Good, this is one area that I need lots of work.

Cold weather means that Nutmeg, our little ton of fur, wants to go sit out on the screened porch but five minutes after being out is begging to come back in.  We end up playing doorman to her if she would have it her way.  Thankfully, we can distract her with some glossy catalog we tell her “not to sit on”.  Cats….