Wednesday, December 23, 2009

This was my day...No Lie.

So let me tell you how awful my day was today. It started at 2:00am after waking up from a dream about a worm crawling into my bellybutton. The next thing I know I wake up as I am putting tape over my bellybutton in order to keep this thing in(?). Thank you out of control hormones. That was a lifetime experience. So after freaking myself out, I of course was wide awake the rest of the night.
Fast forward...
Today I worked for a Dr. that I find extremely intimidating. He comes up to me this morning and asks where the patient records are that he used for his dictation. So at this point, I'm freaking out because I have NO idea what he's talking about, I'm going to look like an idiot, I don't have an answer from him, etc. So I told him all three. Long story short, yesterday a colleague gave me stack of papers and instructed me which ones to scan and which ones to shred. So I did. Oh yeah. Opps! Sorry Dr., but you see, silly me accidentally shredded them...He sucked my soul out as I suspected, and probably the worm creature too. He "apologized" later after finding out I was just doing what I was told. I still felt responsible for it because technically I was the one who pulled the trigger. Not a good way to start the day.
Shortly after that, I got chucked under the bus again by another Dr. It's too long of a story, but needless to say, I had my feelings hurt. Did I do everything I possibly should have? No. Looking back, I should have handled the situation differently. This Dr. didn't know it was me handling the situation, and I wish he would have talked to me first before gossiping to none other than the Dr. I worked for today. Here I am learning from it, and here I am moving on from it.
Fast forward...
After work, I had to run to Walmart for groceries. At this point, I'm tired, I don't feel good, I lost track of how many screw ups I've had, and now I am at Walmart 2 days before Christmas at 5:30pm. I am just as pissed off as every other person in the building. I fight my to the back and I am waiting in line to grab milk. Which by the way, drives me insane when 80 yr. old people take 10 min. to pick out which milk they should purchase. YOU HAVE BEEN DRINKING IT FOR 80 YEARS! It has a blue cap, red cap, or pink cap. Not that hard...anyways, I was waiting for an elderly woman in a motorized cart to pick her milk. She proceeds to swivel around and tell me I can buy a gallon of milk for $1.66 at Aldi's. Great. Let me fight my way back up to the front, find my car somewhere in the BFE parking lot, in the ice/snow/sleet, and drive to Aldi's for a gallon of flippin' milk. I smiled and said "oh really?" She proceeds to go to the sour cream/butter section. I think to myself, she's going to be "that person" the one when you're grocery shopping and no matter what isle you're in, they are too, and at first you smile and chuckle to each other, and by the end you are so tired of running into them you skip half the items on your list just so you don't have to fake being happy to see them again.
Okay now take that scenario and multiply it by 100. That was this lady. I maneuvered myself around her, only to realize that every time I took something off the shelf she would quote Aldi's price. I thanked her and moved on. I'm walking down the chip isle and I hear her recommending some chips, I stop to listen to be polite, and she then brings them to me and sets them in my cart. Nothing in life can ever prepare you for this moment. I'm thinking 100 different ways to get rid of her, but there was just no escape. Every time I stopped to look at something, she would give me a price, a recommendation, or just simply put it in my cart. No lie. I would turn around to grab something off the shelf and POOF! There would a can of hominy, chick peas, tomato paste, anything within her reach would be in my cart!
This behavior continued all the way up to the frozen vegetables. I then did the most un-Christian thing imaginable. I pawned her off onto a mother with her 2 boys. This mother was just looking for frozen spinach. I stopped, I looked at the mother, I looked at my tag-along, I looked back at the mother and said with a smile, "Oh, I'm sure my new friend here will be able to help you!" Of course tag-along sucked it up like a fish sucks up a luggie, and began asking why she wanted frozen, not fresh, why not iceburg? or romaine lettuce? because Aldi's has those on sale, but not frozen spinach...and I ran. No lie. I ran with my cart full of who knows what.
I have to admit, it was kind of fun unloading groceries. I now have enough cream of broccoli, cream of celery, cream of mushroom, cream of chicken, cream of .. anything, to last me a year. I have enough cans of fried onion straws to feed an army. Oh, and my personal favorite...Blow Pop suckers. I don't know when the last time I had a sucker was. I'm having one right now. Strawberry even!
It is now my bedtime. I have been looking forward for this moment for too many hours now.

Monday, November 23, 2009

Ode to the Twilight Saga

Ode to myself for being a wife, a step mom, and a Twilighter

Ode to those who skipped their basic needs of survival in order to finish reading the saga in record time.

Ode to moms out there that requested for Mothers day, to have their hubby take the children away for the day so she could lock herself in her room and read Midnight Sun online...(Okay maybe thats just Stacy!)
Ode to all who secretly believe they are more in love with Edward and Jacob than any other reader on this planet, and get defensive when others try to imply otherwise

Ode to Team Jacob fans...I know the breakup with Edward was hard and devastating and took weeks of deliberation, but a wise decision. Edward just wants you to be happy

Ode to all the husbands out there who have to put up with their wives being obsessed with a fictional character. It must suck

Ode to all the husbands who try desperately to understand what Edward/Jacob have that you don't. Give up. They're perfect.

Ode to those who have read the books so many times that they know the answers to questions like: What does the biology class study under the microscopes, what are Emmett and Edwards favorite animal to eat, list the Cullens family, in chronological order, when they became vampires, etc.

Ode to Twilighters who didn't order their Team Jacob shirt until the last minute and giving themselves and ulcer worrying if it would make it in time for the release of New Moon

Ode to all who showed up at 7:00pm for the midnight release of New Moon and not getting home until 4:00am and having to work the next day

Ode to me for running down my immune system due to sleep deprivation, and thinking to myself every time I threw up and every time my fever would spike, "Its okay Edward and Jacob, it was worth it"

Ode the couple we sat next to at the theater who were celebrating the husbands B-day by ballroom dancing followed by Twilight and New Moon. He may be the closest thing to perfect.

Ode to the readers who think of people in their lives that remind them of Twilight characters because its the closest thing to reality as we can get.

Ode to my husband for being offended when I told him he's my Edward, even though I'm Team Jacob.

Ode to step-moms who won't let their step-daughter read the Saga until she can truly appreciate the love we share for Edward and Jacob

Ode to all the friends, laughs, cries, fights and memories I have had because of the Twilight Saga

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

A Breath of Fresh Air

Randy and I took our first vacation since our honeymoon! We rented a cabin in the Smoky Mountains, right outside of Gatlinburg. My brother-in-law and his girl friend (Dan & Carolyn), and our best friends (Pat & Stacey) went with us also. The more the merrier!

I was very proud of myself, I only cried for half an hour when I left Grady and Riley. My parents graciously stayed at our house while we were gone because I refused to take them to a kennel. I only left them 2 pages of instructions. Hey, it made me feel better! They haven't left my side since I've been home, which is perfectly okay with me!

I could write a book on all the memories we made, but I will just share my favorites for now. I hope you laugh as hard as we did...Lets begin with our terrible morning departure. It began at 5:00am in the pouring down rain and we were trying to load the vehicle with all our luggage. (and by "we" I mean the guys) Of course, I was blamed for having too much luggage, and things had to be taken out and left behind. We were trying to fit everything in a carrying case to fit on top of the vehicle. Pat literally had to sit on it while 2 others tried zipping it shut. Tempers were rising to say the least. We finally get everything set, we all pile in the car, buckle up, and are getting excited...and the car won't start! Dead battery. We all pile out, have to jump the car, wait, and pray it won't die again for the entire weekend! Eventually we hit the road an hour behind schedule. Of course the carrying case on top sounds like a jet is landing and the straps are continuously slapping against the roof. Not what you want to listen to for 5 hours.

So now that we are behind, we are trying to make up time because we had to pick Carolyn up at the airport by a certain time. For anyone who has traveled with my husband, you know he has the bladder the size of an eighty year old women. After stopping almost every flippin' hour for potty breaks, we finally make it to Knoxville where we're pickin up Carolyn. Pats GPS decides to stop working so Randy is like no problem, we'll use ours! Randy starts giving directions and we're in the middle of no where. We start crossing a bridge and Stacey declares that she thinks its starting to look like there's an airport near by...? We're surrounded by water, and she thinks its airport material?! Maybe if it was the Hudson river...anyways, we keep driving and pretty soon we're out in the country and its obvious somethings not right...come to find out, Randy has the wrong airport! (Carolyn has now been waiting for us for over an hour) Everyone is ticked off, so Pat gets his GPS working and we head back for the "right" one. The GPS ends up having us circle a different airport..twice..and its still the wrong airport! We finally get directions from a human instead of a computer, and eventually find the right one two hours later...not a relaxing vacation so far! Of course, the GPS continued to get us lost throughout the entire weekend and turned into a joke for poor Randy!

The rest of the trip was amazing. We hiked a couple trails, but some of us were pretty out of shape so the first half mile was a lot of fun, but the next 3 were torture. Danny and Carolyn did laps around us, literally. Our first trail they were so far ahead of us they came back after looking at the waterfall to make sure we were all okay. I didn't know I had to physically prepare for vacation! We made some great memories, some of which will have to stay in Gatlinburg, but we can't wait to go back!

Saturday, October 3, 2009

Our New Purchase

For those of you that were wondering what Randy and I do on drizzly Saturday mornings... We buy things. And when I say "buy things" I don't mean groceries, dog food, or even clothes for that matter. We buy couches and televisions and vehicles and sweepers. So today we bought a new kitchen table...

Like most newlyweds, our house was full of something borrowed, something old, and something cheap. I love the stories we have about each one we replace though. We had a recliner that was seriously the color of cat poop, a vehicle with a leaky back window that we had to convince Sydney her seat wasn't wet, it just felt cold, and one of my favorites, our kitchen table. My parents graciously bought me this table when I moved into my apartment in Ft. Wayne. Keep in mind, I lived by myself, but my mother was convinced I had to have one..I guess to sit by myself and eat mac & cheese?

When Randy bought the house, the table moved in too. I'm pretty sure I could have built a table more stable than what this thing was. Let's begin with the chairs. Two of the chairs, everytime you sat in them, afterwards you would have to flip it on its back and straighten the metal legs back out because they would all fold in. The legs were pretty much at a permanent 60 degree angle. The table itself, I'm convinced was made by Satan. It was IMPOSSIBLE to balance. It didn't matter how many layers of cardboard I would stick under the base. It was still rock. The tabletop would shake like crazy. We literally had to take turns cutting our food, while the others tried to hold it steady. I couldn't fill our glasses too full because if Grady would bump the table, it would spill over the top.

Sydney had a slumber party once, and we ordered pizza. Her friends started to sit down at the table, and Sydney proceded to tell them "Oh, we don't sit at the table, it's not safe. We just eat in front of the TV"....Here's your sign!

So we finally bought a new sturdy table today! They had it on display at the store and you should have seen us checking it out! We pulled the chair down from the display and we wiggled and jumped and scooted and, you get the idea. We each took a side of the table and shook and pushed and pulled, and they didn't budge! SOLD! I even helped put it together. Randy would argue with the word "helped" He only had to redue both my chairs...We put it in place and I of course tested each chair. 1st chair-check, 2nd chair-check, 3rd-check, 4th-....wobbly!! I don't know wether to laugh or cry. So if we ever invite you over to dinner, I appologize if you grab the wrong seat.