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Week In Review: To Did

The Week in Review put on by the always witty Meghan from Clean Eats Fast Feets is supposed to act as a documentation of all the things that were accomplished last week, in list form. It’s like a checked-off to-do list.

Like instead of getting all down on ourselves about what we didn’t do, we’re supposed to list off all the shit we did do. Since technically in these types of posts I’m allowed to toot my own horn I thought I would take this opportunity to tell you a story.

On Monday night Andrew and I (and our cute albeit naughty tag-a-long) went to the Cactus Club for dinner. While we were standing in the lobby waiting for a table, a guy and two girls came inside and stood beside us. They were goofing around and then the guy said loudly, “Ohhh boy… do you need me to take you to the psych ward? It’s time for your medication!” and they all laughed.

Andrew carried Callum to our table and I slowly walked behind them, my face burning. I kept spinning around to walk back to the group that came in and then changed my mind. I did that over and over again until I finally just decided to just sit down at our table.

We couldn’t really eat, mostly because Callum doesn’t mix well with selfish things like eating, drinking, showering, etc. but also because I just felt like what that guy said aloud in the lobby was offside and offensive. I sat there sipping my wine, rehearsing what I might say to him that would be helpful.

When I’m on my game, (when I’m not drunk, have PMS, or naked) I am pretty good at stopping myself before doing something impulsive and asking if what I’m about to do is helpful. In this case, I decided it was. So when our dinner was done, I took a detour out the door and pulled up a bar stool beside the guy who said the shit about the psych ward and I awkwardly stuck out my hand and smiled my toothy grin.

Hi, I’m Suzy! No, I’m not hitting on you. Ha ha ha.” He stuck out his hand and said his name and smiled back. The girl beside him laughed and said, “Well, I’m his sister, so it wouldn’t matter if you were hitting on him!” It was a good solid start. All smiles.

I told him that I heard what he said in the lobby, and when I asked him if he has ever had anyone that he loves in the psych ward, he said yes. I wasn’t surprised at all by his answer. Then I pretty much told him to be careful next time, because saying that stuff out loud in public can really hurt people, and I could tell that he wasn’t in the business of hurting people. I also assured him that I have said and done a lot of things that have hurt people and that I am only able to talk to him about this by grace, and that if he can extend grace to me and I can extend grace to him, then we can meet in the middle.

His and his sister’s eyes told me a story so dark and so heavy that I knew I had touched on something open and bleeding. I shook both of their hands again and smiled, and then I left. All I can do now is hope that he was able to see my heart and that by loving and caring for people, minus judgement, is what will change this world one day at a time.

Let’s get rid of the mental illness stigma, shall we? It’s getting old.

Okay so anyway, on Tuesday we drove down to the States and I bought a bunch of running clothes for super cheap. Remembrance Day on Wednesday, Freddy has his first tutoring session on Thursday which went so incredibly well, which pleases me to no end. On Friday I made butter chicken and cookies, and then on Saturday Callum got his 18 month immunizations. He was a champ.

I took Freddy and Jake to Freddy’s soccer game (we picked up my mom on the way) and then on Sunday Lora and I ran a 17 mile run together thanks to Andrew’s mom for babysitting the dictator.

And then on Sunday night Andrew and I drank a bunch of wine and when I checked my phone in the morning, I noticed that I had taken a zillion pictures of our cat licking herself.


What is the weirdest thing you’ve found on your phone the morning after a night of drinks?

Would you have said something to that guy? Should I have kept it to myself? Why or why not?


{ 18 comments… add one }
  • Maddie @ Dixie Runs November 16, 2015, 1:52 pm

    Hahahaha that screenshot seriously cracks me up. Mine is always filled with similar pictures of Dixie. I wouldn’t have said anything because I’m scared of everyone, but I’m really glad you did. The world needs both types of people… Scared people like me that don’t do anything and people like you that stand up for everything. It’s very admirable but if I was there watching it unfold I probably would have had to close my eyes or go into the fetal position. I’m so unbelievably awkward

    • suzy.suzyheather@gmail.com November 16, 2015, 2:28 pm

      I don’t usually confront people. The first time I ever really did was that Friday before Halloween when I went over to Jake’s friend’s parents’ house to talk to them about serving alcohol to minors. It’s tricky because most people assume confrontation involves high drama and lots of explosive anger and emotions but it doesn’t have to be that way at all.

  • Courtney @ Running For Cupcakes November 16, 2015, 1:58 pm

    I probably wouldn’t have said anything to that guy because I like to avoid confrontation (unless I have a few drinks in me) but I think you definitely did the right thing by saying something. You’re right the stigma needs to end NOW.

    • suzy.suzyheather@gmail.com November 16, 2015, 2:29 pm

      I am so easy going and open-minded about most things but once in a while something will pop up that really breaks my heart and it’s a struggle for me to stop and think first about what would be more helpful: staying quiet and letting it go? Or speaking up in love and care.

  • Laura @ This Runner's Recipes November 16, 2015, 2:56 pm

    Confrontation renders me anxious and shaky, so I probably would not have mustered up the courage to say something. You definitely did the right thing in speaking to them – and did it in such a graceful way – and it’s certainly inspiring to those of us who struggle to do the right thing in those situations.
    I have photos of Charlie like that all over my phone, mostly because it take a billion takes to get him to actually look at the camera.
    Butter chicken and cookies sound like an amazing Friday.

    • suzy.suzyheather@gmail.com November 16, 2015, 6:36 pm

      Butter chicken and cookies are my love language.

  • Megan @ Meg Go Run November 16, 2015, 3:04 pm

    Your phone pics look like my phone pics!!! Hahahahahaha!!!

    As for whether I would have opened my mouth to the guy or not… it would depend how ballsy I was feeling. I think you opened your mouth in the most kind and graceful way. There have been times I have wanted to open my mouth to people and stopped because I was way too angry and I knew if I said something it wouldn’t be right, but it sounds like you had your emotions in check and did it in a very kind and informative way.

    What state do you drive to when you drive down to the states?

    • suzy.suzyheather@gmail.com November 16, 2015, 6:37 pm

      Washington State. We live 5 min drive from the border! Seattle is a 2 hour drive down south.

  • Lisa @ Running Out Of Wine November 16, 2015, 4:45 pm

    Good for you for saying something! I would have been too nervous, and I tend to avoid confrontation. But I think if more of us could be like you and speak up that we would make alot more progress in helping people be more aware of how their words can affect others.

    • suzy.suzyheather@gmail.com November 16, 2015, 6:38 pm

      Well, I dunno. I have no clue if it was the right thing to do or not or if I even made a difference. I guess all we can do is love the person next to us and that’s what I was trying to do, so hopefully grace fills in the cracks.

  • Meghan@Cleaneatsfastfeets.com November 16, 2015, 4:53 pm

    I don’t know if I would have said anything to that guy and certainly not as gracefully as you did. Either way, I’m happy you spoke your piece and I’m guessing you felt better as a result too. Whether he and his sister learn or not, time will tell.

    I’m never going to be able to sleep, eat, drink wine in peace again, am I?

    The morning after my birthday, I found a slew of pictures on the Hubby’s phone of me posed with pretty much every dressed up character you can image (my birthday is St. Patrick’s day so there’s a parade of people, literally. Also, think lots of leprechauns) along with one of my laying across the hood of a Lamborghini. I have no recollection of any of this. Oops.

    • suzy.suzyheather@gmail.com November 16, 2015, 6:39 pm

      I always knew you were a poser! I hope you didn’t get any banana on that car. 😉

  • Susie @ Suzlyfe November 17, 2015, 4:13 am

    I love that you never back down, but that you did it with grace and poise. This reminds me of when people used to be like, “what, are you gay?” and that was a put down. I’m glad that you stuck up for yourself and your family, and, even if the little punk doesn’t retain an iota of what you said, perhaps someone else will.

    • suzy.suzyheather@gmail.com November 17, 2015, 8:26 am

      Yep, the gay comments are worth speaking up against too, no doubt. He wasn’t even a little punk; he was MY AGE.

  • Gretchen | Gretchruns November 17, 2015, 7:45 am

    We need more people like you in the world. Seriously, you are amazing and I am just so inspired by how you handle things. I can only hope that I would have the nerve to stand up to someone like that, and do it in such a nice way. There are so many times and situations when I wish I would have said or done something. Something I have to work on for sure.

    • suzy.suzyheather@gmail.com November 17, 2015, 8:25 am

      Ha ha ha! If you only knew how many times I’ve shit the bed, and how bad!!!

  • Heather@hungryforbalance November 17, 2015, 10:02 am

    Props to you for not only SAYING something, but doing so with grace. I probably would have given the death stare over and over again throughout the course of the evening; you know, when I wasn’t dodging flinging food and shushing screaming. Ah, the joys of motherhood!
    Seriously though, it’s pretty sad that that guy would say something like that, especially if he knows first hand what it’s like to have those ‘problems’ or love someone who has those ‘problems’. I feel like we often joke about things that are too painful for us to really talk about. Like it’s somehow cathartic to make crass jokes rather than open up and really discuss something.
    I’ve never found drunken pictures on my phone, but that may be because I lose all ability to operate technology (or doors) when I’m drunk. It’s pretty sad.

    • suzy.suzyheather@gmail.com November 17, 2015, 12:36 pm

      Ha ha! I laughed out loud at your comment about operating doors. You’re awesome. I go through different stages. Actually, that’s a Woozy Wednesday post. YES. I needed an idea for tomorrow! Brilliant.

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