Monday, November 30, 2009

'Tis the Season!

I am so ready for this Holiday Season! These are some of my favorite things about Christmas time:

1. Snow. Obviously. If you know me at all then you know I am addicted to the beauty, the smell, and the feeling that snow brings!
2. Food. I am food lover. As I am sure most of you are. But I love making good food for the people I care about and giving it to them. And yes Manon and Jake, you each get your own jars of Hubbard Hot Fudge this year :)
3. Presents. I love getting presents, but I mean it when I say that I would much rather GIVE them. I love getting meaningful gifts and then watching someones face as they open it!
4. Lights. I love the twinkle of Christmas lights. Perfect, sparkly little Christmas lights. On trees, on houses, wherever. I love them!
5. Singing. I love singing with my sisters this time of year. I always love singing with them, but it's different when you get to sing about the Savior's birth and sing carols that everyone waits to hear. Man I love singing!
(Might I add that my sisters and I do not look as cool as these carolers who I found on Google Image...)

6. Parties. I love the amount of parties that I get to go to in such a small amount of time. It all starts this Wednesday with the annual Bean Family Roof & Carriage Ride Night! This tradition started the year my Mom & Tim got married and now, 5 years later, it is my 3rd favorite night of the year (if you were wondering my 1st favorite night of the year is my Birthday celebration with Meg on Valentine's Day, and the 2nd is Christmas Eve, but the Bean Party is my 3rd favorite).
I am one lucky duck to have so many wonderful things to look forward to over the next few weeks. I just have two things to say: "Let it Snow!" and "Merry Christmas!"

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

Still Kickin'...

I am still alive, I promise. My life is crazier now that I have taken a break from shows. I work full time and go to school full time and then have hours of homework every night. I love going to school and I especially love my Math class, but it is hard to stay on top of things...I will blog more about Jesse and my trip to Oahu later, but for now I thought I'd post a couple of pictures to give you a little snippet...
This was on our first full day there...we hiked up Diamond Head Crater and this was the view from the top
We had a few people recommend that we eat at Moose McGillycuddy's, so we did :)
We spent a whole day at the Polynesian Cultural Center and it was my favorite day by far! Here we are in front of the waterfall...

More too come...hopefully soon :)

Friday, September 11, 2009

The Sweetest Story Ever...

This story was posted in the Deseret News and I had to share. The man who donated his kidney, Ryan Poole, is my brother in law. I respect and love him so much for being so generous. He and Paul were friends, but to give someone one of your internal organs is just a massive gift. I am lucky to have Ryan in my life. And he and I are both lucky to have my sister Marissa as a support system in our life. She has had to go through a lot in the last few months with taking care of a new born and a man who gave up a vital organ. Anyway, enough of my thoughts, here's the story:

Actor gives gift of life to colleague
Theater community rallies to help Utahn

(Kidney donor Ryan Poole of Murray, left, embraces recipient Paul Gibbs of Kearns during a recent checkup at Intermountain Medical Center. (Brendan Sullivan, Deseret News))

When Paul Gibbs, a 34-year-old actor and film student, found out he needed a kidney transplant, the first thing that went through his head was, "Can I still go to my callback (audition) tonight?"

While Gibbs, who has done theater since he was 14, didn't get to the audition, he did find through his two-year ordeal that there really are no people like show people — not when one of their own needs a lifesaving transplant.

Local actor Ryan Poole gave the gift of life to his former castmate, while the local theater community rallied in support.

"It speaks to the kind of person he (Gibbs) is," said Poole.

Gibbs, along with three siblings, was born with bilateral ureteral reflux and had kidney problems all his life.

"I had nine surgeries on my kidneys before I was 5," said Gibbs "For most people, it is corrected with one surgery."

In November 2007, Gibbs noticed he "had a strong tendency to get sick easily. Every four to six weeks I'd get flu-like symptoms. I'd be listless.

"I'd always lived with bad kidneys, but that had been a reality for so long that I didn't take it seriously."

Tests revealed he needed a transplant.

Doctors initially hoped Gibbs' twin brother could be the donor. "But I knew he wasn't a likely option," Gibbs said. "He'd had 17 surgeries on his intestines. His kidney was a perfect match, but it wasn't a healthy choice."

Then word of Gibbs' condition started to trickle through the theater community.

"Theater people have come out of the woodwork to help with fundraising or support," Gibbs said. "They've just made me feel like I haven't been going through this alone at any step of the way."

They organized fundraisers, and the theaters Gibbs has worked for — Off-Broadway and the Children's Theatre — also helped.

But fundraising wasn't enough — his theater friends wanted to do more.

"Suddenly they started contacting me and asking, 'Can I be tested?' I was pretty overwhelmed by the fact that they were asking to be my kidney donor," Gibbs said.

The response among the local theater community also overwhelmed the transplant clinic. Clinic staffers called Gibbs and requested he not have any more friends contact them until they were ready for more.

"Honestly, I didn't think people liked me as much as they do," he said.

According to organ and tissue donation Web site http://www.organdonor.gov/, there are nearly 60,000 people on the kidney donation waiting list. The wait can take years — 3,000 people die annually while waiting for a new organ.

Then, one day Poole, who had appeared with Gibbs in a production of "You Can't Take It With You" at Hale Centre Theatre in 2004, contacted him and said, "I know this is going to be a long-shot, but I'd like to be tested to see if we're a match."

"I was touched but didn't expect anything to come out of it," Gibbs said.

Tests proved him wrong.

"We were as good a match as if we were siblings," Poole said. "I was surprised. To look at us ... we're distinctly different people. We don't look like a match for anything, ever."

Poole said his wife and fellow actor, Marissa, was "ultra-supportive," even though she was eight months pregnant at the time of the transplant. Poole also has 7-year-old triplets from a previous marriage.

"To have these people be willing to sacrifice for me was incredibly touching and humbling," Gibbs said.

The generosity didn't stop with Poole and the theater community: It stretched beyond the stage and into the audience.

During the last two weeks of Hale's production of "Treasure Island," actors went into the lobby to collect money for the transplant.

"We've only done this twice before," said Sally Deitlein, vice president and executive producer of HCT. "And it's just amazing. People were just reaching into their purses and wallets, looking for every ounce of change. One lady wrote a check for $200.

"Our big burly pirates had tears in their eyes."

The patrons of HCT donated $17,000.

"They'll never know how big of a difference they've made in my life," Gibbs said. "To be able to get this surgery and go on and live my life — it's just a powerful example of the goodness in human nature.

"People are good, and not only are they willing to help, they're happy to help."

With Poole lined up for the transplant, Gibbs' time on dialysis was brief. "Only two months. It was physically draining. Some days too much fluid would get removed or too little and I'd have severe cramps, blurred vision and nausea," Gibbs said. "But I met some really good people. Both the medical professionals and fellow patients." Gibbs' voice changed slightly as he recalled, "Some of the people had been doing dialysis for over 10 years and aren't able to have a transplant. And they'd get so excited when they found out my transplant was coming up."

The transplant was performed Aug. 11. By Aug. 15, both men were on their way home.

"They said my kidney started working in Paul minutes after inserting," Poole said. "By all standards, it couldn't have gone better.

"People have just been remarkable — from our theater friends and patrons to the surgical team," he said. But Poole was quick to downplay his own sacrifice.

"It might be a few days in a hospital and 4 or 5 weeks convalescing. But my quality of life will not be affected," he said. "And Paul is an extraordinary guy — he's kind, funny and down-to-earth. One of the sweetest guys you'll ever want to meet."

"It's difficult to put into words," Gibbs said when asked about his donor. "Thank you for saving my life. I can never entirely repay what you've done for me. But I'll spend the rest of my life doing everything I can."

With the worst behind them, both men are home, tired, but healing and looking forward to getting back on stage.

Poole should go on about his life with no limitations. And the same can be said for Gibbs.
"One of Ryan's kidneys is better than my two ever were," Gibbs said. "I'll be able to have a remarkably normal life, and I couldn't be happier about it."

But he will have to take anti-rejection medications for the rest of his life. "It can be as much as rent for a two-bedroom apartment every month."

Gibbs' twin brother has set up http://www.kidney4paul.blogspot.com/ to accept donations and provide information on fundraising activities.

In the meantime, Gibbs is spending time with nieces and nephews. With his new kidney, he once again has the energy to play with them.

"I can't lift them yet. But they've been great," he said. "They've been developing their own system of hugs they can give without hurting me. Right now they're on 'soft hugs.' But they always say, 'When can we give you real hugs?'

"And I can't wait."

(Donor Ryan Poole, left, talks with friend and kidney recipient Paul Gibbs. Both are involved in theater productions. (Brendan Sullivan, Deseret News))

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

The punk that is "Meg"

This is Meg:
If you were wondering, yes she is always this stunning, yes she is always this much of a punk, and yes I do miss her with all of my heart.

Meg and her hubby Quenten are in Disneyworld as we speak. They have been married for 5 years on August 25. And Meg & Q being the punks that they are got an amazing trip for practically no $ whatsoever. That's how they live their lives. They are punks. But, the point of this post is not how the Jennings are punks. It is that I miss my Meg. She is the most fun. If she is around you are guaranteed to have a fabulous time and to laugh so hard you almost pee your pants and/or have fluid of some kind shoot out your nostrils. I appreciate this aspect of my twin and best friend Meg.

She gives her whole heart to everyone. She doesn't care who you are, how old you are, what you've been through in your life, she just loves people. And she will do anything for anyone. She's the type of person who jumps out of her car to help a new neighbor move in if she happens to be driving through the neighborhood while moving in.

She will help you tape and paint a wall (I HATE taping!) in your house at any time of day (she painted my guest bathroom at 2:00 AM on a Saturday night because we got a whim to paint it).

She is a great listener. My mom always used to tease that I was the "talker' and Meg was the "listener". Don't get me wrong, Meg can be loud and chatty when she wants to be, but she also knows when to listen. For example, when we took the 4th Grade district tests at school Meg's best score (which she was in the 99 percentile of the nation) was in listening. While my worst score (the only score that was below average for me) was listening. I have tried over the years to be more like Meg in this aspect.

She loves to wear crazy things. If she likes something then she wears it. And she doesn't care what anyone thinks. Here are some examples (and I love ALL of them, might I add):

*This is from our beautiful friend Michelle's 30th Birthday Party. We love Michelle. She is one of the dang coolest people we know. She looks amazing in this picture, as usual. But please note Meg's outfit. Who thinks of putting those colors together? Not me. And the crazy fish-net purple shirt I am wearing is Meg's, of course...*

*The picture below doesn't necessarily show her in a crazy outfit, but I do love her crazy red hair and her crazy personality...this picture is from our Birthday trip to Disneyland...which was the BEST BIRTHDAY EVER!*

*Meg has claimed the shirt below as her own. I am proud to admit that I found this shirt however...and it was only $3! No joke. I did a good job with this one. Last week when I asked Meg if I could have it back for a bit she said, "No Chels. It's my favorite shirt. I'm so glad that I found it and that it was only $3!" She has even convinced herself that this stroke of genius was her very own, but alas it was not. I do love that it is such a "Meg" shirt though.*

And finally, just for the heck of it here are some random photos of Meg and her classic facial expressions:

*Smiley Meg*

*This is her "I adore animals" facial expression*

*This is her "I am going to sass you whether you like it or not" facial expression*

*this is her "I'm so proud of myself" expression*

*This is her "I really don't want to throw your banana peel away Chels, but I will..." expression*

*And finally we have "kissy face" Meg*


5 days down and 3 more to go. Hurry and come back from Disneyworld Meg. I miss you!

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

Bruised Ribs and a Cup

Some of you already know that I've had bruised ribs for the last 12 days. I have tried to be as tuff as I possibly could (I mean, I've felt pain before: 5 kidney stones, Crohn's flare-ups, and a few very painful surgeries) but at least with all of those things it didn't last for 12 days straight, all day long with no relief.


Well, the good news is that after day 10 of the pain never stopping, I actually had a break for an hour or so. And since then I have had more breaks from the pain and I have actually been sleeping! I am happy to say I'm over the worst of it, so most of you won't be hearing me complain anymore (sorry I wasn't the most fun these last 2 weeks, I was just a grump)!

Since I am reflecting on the last 2 weeks I thought I'd share a story that I actually think is really funny...at least it was a "first" for me so why not immortalize the experience in a blog? Here goes (*I must warn you that if you get sick hearing some detailed things then you may want to stop here*):

This Tuesday I was at my wits end. I hadn't slept in days, I was crying at the drop of a hat, I was nauseous from the non-stop pain, I was taking muscle relaxants and anti-inflammatories to ease the pain, and finally I had a dentist appointment. For those of you who don't know I HATE THE DENTIST! I know most people don't like the dentist, but seriously I hate it. I switched to a new dentist about a year ago and have been extremely happy with him and his staff but the problem is my dentist before him did a couple of small fillings and cracked my teeth in the process. He told me it was all in my head and that my tongue can feel detailed things and I just needed to get over it (that's when I decided to find a new dentist...).

I haven't had new cavities since I've been going to the new dentist, but he's had to remove some old fillings, file down the cracks (they really are cracked. I wasn't making it up :), and re-fill them. Tuesday was the day for this process. I went there NOT being happy that I was going to the dentist, NOT happy that my ribs were killing me, NOT happy that I was going to pay for a procedure that I already paid for a year ago and am now having re-done.

I made it to the dentist and they took my right back. They hooked me up to the gas (that gas is my saving grace, it helps me not be such a nut-job while I'm there), gave me 2 shots, and then removed the filling, filed down my tooth, and re-filled it. It went better than expected (I usually work myself up so much that I am surprised how easy it was when I leave...I really need to remember that next time...).

As I drove home I just didn't feel right. The compilation of the constant pain, my relaxing after a day of anxiety over the dentist, and all of the medications I had taken that day were just too much.

I knew I was going to puke. And I thought to myself: "Who are these people who throw up in cars? Can't they pull over in time? Can't they make it somewhere that has a toilet?" Well shame on me for judging said people. For today would be the first time I puked in my car....

It was 5:30 (the peak of rush hour) and I kept telling myself "I can make it home, I can make it home..." but suddenly I knew I couldn't. I couldn't make a left turn into the only parking lot around because of the constant stream of traffic. I quickly looked around my car for something to puke in and there it was...the cup...I picked it up and puked in it (I was quite proud of my aiming skills, having never thrown up in a cup I thought I'd get it everywhere, but I was a cup pro and didn't get any outside of the cup). Finally a space opened for me to pull into the parking lot. I jumped out of my running car with my full cup in hand (I looked at the cup which was a mistake) and continued to puke several times in the parking lot (I wish I had more cups, it was much easier to puke in a cup then into nothingness) while several cars stopped around me to see if I was ok (poor people! If I ever see someone throwing up I have to throw up too). Once I knew it was all out of my system I drove home, called Meg and Jesse (who dropped everything and came to take care of me), threw all of my clothes in the wash, and slept. I was grateful to have the whole day over with. And I will not make fun of people who puke in cars ever again. And I also hope that I never have to puke in a cup again.