tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-79454269711256909542024-03-12T21:26:16.318-07:00Wandering through life...trying to figure it all outJust some thoughts from my little corner of the world. Sit back, relax and laugh.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.comBlogger178125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-49202007861407253302014-10-22T22:38:00.000-07:002014-10-22T22:38:37.388-07:00I am a half marathoner!Cross it off my bucket list...I did it, I ran a half marathon last Sunday. <br />
I was considering backing out and claiming an injury, but I followed through, all by myself. The most I had run (or shall I say run/walked) was 4.5 miles and that was just earlier that week. I came up with excuses all of the time to actually avoid training. It's too hot, the house needs to be cleaned, the dogs need a bath, I should organize the kitchen cupboards, I should take a nap or simply, my husband is home. I had the gamut of excuses all summer it not go out and run. I did however manage to play tennis with a girlfriend from work, so I had some exercise. I still can't believe I did it. After I crossed the finish line, I was overcome with emotions that I didn't expect to have. I almost let out a full cry. It was more of an OMG moment, I am a half marathoner. Did I just do that? Where is my cape, I feel like a superhero. I remember having that distinct feeling of superpowerdom that I had when I climbed an mountain in the alps. Despite being exhausted, I felt invincible, like I could accomplish anything and I felt this same way after 13.1 miles. I didn't get the "runners high", but I caught myself grinning during the race. I felt almost elated to run over the ambassador bridge and through the Windsor tunnel. Who gets to do that cool stuff, me!<br />
So I would definitely do it again and now I have some friends on board who also want to sign up. Cool, running with a group would be fun, but I'll admit there was something cool about doing it all by myself, I felt like a renegade. I am woman hear me roar...or groan about my aching legs. <br />
Would I do it again? Definitely! Bring it on, I still feel a euphoric sense of being able to conquer anything. Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-82492586035110405412014-06-18T21:40:00.000-07:002014-06-18T21:41:21.072-07:00The great shave debateBy trade I am a nurse and during the midnight shift that I work there are many topics that are up for discussion with my fellow coworkers. I find the importance of disclaiming that 1. Most of my coworkers are female nurses who don't find any subjects about the body offensive or alarming and 2. Midnight conversations are much different than conversations than I'd likely have during the day, even with my female coworkers.<br />
I feel like there is a generational gap here in regards to shaving lady parts. In my midnight conversations with my friends and coworkers I have discovered that women of a certain age have made a vast error in judgement and it is leading the rest if us into impossible standards. Let me explain what I am talking about...I bought a groupon for a Brazilian wax. I surveyed my friends/coworkers hair preferences in the nether regions and I found an overwhelming response from women under the age of 35 that shaving it all off was a complete norm for them. I couldn't believe it. Some even stated that this head gone all the way back since 8th grade. 8th grade? Are you even kidding me? Needless to say, I was flabbergasted and maybe a little appalled. Why did this even cross your mind at 13? At 13, I think I was still using my flicker razor my mom bought for me shave my legs with. At 13, I was experimenting with blue eye shadow and wondering if I was too old for the stuffed animals on my bed. Having hair "down there" was completely normal. <br />
At what point in time did having hair become so gross to girls younger than me? The reactions from the ladies are varied depending on the age group. I think they imagine that I have wild untamed jungle down there and I tease them about it to get them going. I joke about being able to braid it and it usually gets them laughing and even possibly contemplating if it is true.<br />
My thought though about the process is when did this become the norm? And additionally how did this phenomenon become the standard as to which other women compare to? I find the whole idea ludicrous. Hair is normal, it must be there for a reason right? <br />
I find the whole bald eagle trend to be a little weird. Don't women want to look like women? I would much rather forget the awkwardness of my prepubescent years. Do you remember when you first started get to hair "down there", it was a right of passage. Now women, or shall I say young ladies want to shave it all off and remember their 12 year old selves. I just don't get it. Maybe I am just an old lady now, lol.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-220112655815799172014-05-12T06:31:00.000-07:002014-05-12T06:33:11.648-07:00Not so Happy Mothers dayYesterday was Mother's Day and it is a awful reminder for me that I am not a mother...and it frustrates me. All around me everyone is celebrating mom and how awesome being a mom is...if I only knew what that felt like. Right now it feels like a stab in the gut and a twist of a knife...if only. Everywhere at work lay co workers are preggers and I am trying to feel happy and excited for them because for a few of them this is their first baby...I wish I was one of them. Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-56140159912074977412014-04-24T06:20:00.000-07:002014-05-12T06:34:03.302-07:00Like going back to old lifeA few weeks ago I was meeting a friend of mine to go to a concert. As I was driving there, I was filled with a flood of strange emotions that came over me. I felt as if I were going back to my old life a little as I was driving towards the town that used to live in. It was a strange feeling and I am not quite sure if I can place my finger on a word to describe exactly how I felt. I was envious of the simplicity of my old life, yet know how unhappy I was. I miss my old house, but not all of the work involved getting it that way, nor do I miss the company that I shared in that house. I worried about not feeling like I fit in there anymore. As I drove past much of my past, I was saddened a little. <br />
The struggle of feeling sad about a time of my life that was so tumultuous and being happy at where I am at now is weird for me. A small part of me wishes I lived there still because it was a cool place to live, but I would never give up my new life now. Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-62200354655874361532013-11-24T04:20:00.000-08:002013-11-24T04:20:04.886-08:00Feeling goodA few weeks ago after working a 12 hour shift, I decided to go to the Eastern Market in Detroit after I got off of work to pick up some goodies.
First off, let me say, I just love the Eastern Market in Detroit. I feel like I am channeling my inner hipster when I go down there with my reusable cloth bag. I picked up a pumpkin roll, some cider, jam and veggies and headed home.
On my way home, I saw a homeless man on the corner of Mack and I-75. I like most people who I know encouter the homeless or people with a sign asking for food, work or a job turn the other cheek and not look at them. I am not sure what quite makes us do that, but I suspect it is because we either feel guilty or we just want to turn a blind eye to it. Either way, it got me thinking. As I was sitting at the light trying to not look at the man with the sign and remembering what my mother had always taught me about not staring because its rude and makes people uncomfortable, I decided to give him all of my change in the cup holder of my car.
The man on the corner was so grateful and blessed me for my offering of my car change. He was mindful of only letting me give him the change from my hands and didn't touch mine. As I was giving roughly the amount of $2 in change, I felt good. It made me feel good about what I had done. In hindsight, after all of this has happened I should ahve given him some of the food I bought!
On my way home, I was feeling pretty good about myself and the nice thing that I had done and it got me thinking, I have never had to go without in my whole life. I tried to imagine what it must be like to be homeless or hungry and then I started to feel bad. In the same token, I thought about how I have never really had anything handed to me either at least as an adult. I have studied and worked hard for what I have. I have had struggles, but in comparision to the homeless guy, I am sure they seem nominal and I wonder if he had the chance would he trade places with me.
So in spite of feeling good, I am ridden with guilt about all of the things I have and he doesn't. Life can be so unfair.
Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-3821775796722055502013-11-02T05:25:00.001-07:002013-11-02T05:25:30.011-07:00Trying to conceive~The concept should be so simple right? Well it isn't, or not atleast for my husband and I. Everywhere I turn I see pregnant chicks and I think to myself, how did you do it? Aside from feeling a slight bit of rage, I am truly jealous, envious and wishing it were me. For as long as I can remember, I've wanted a baby and to be a mom.
If I had tried to have a baby in my 20's could I have? Now that I am inching closer towards 40, I wonder what God's plans for me are? Will I get that experience? Or does he have something greater planned for me? My husband and I have often discussed what if we can't have kids, then what? The option of adoption and or fostering children has been up for discussion many times and I am totally open to the idea. Maybe that's what God wants me do?
I constantly hear from people, quit thinking about it and trying and it will happen. Are you serious? Do you have any idea how badly I want for this happen? Tick tock, tick tock. I am 38, I feel like the window is closing. The old adage "time is on my side", is not for me in this case, I hope the fertility specialist can help us. Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-8253612575465954832013-01-21T04:52:00.000-08:002013-01-21T04:52:03.449-08:00Power OuttageI have decided that each week for one day, I need to be tech free. No TV, no internet, no cell phone internet/games...gasp!
Yesterday we had a power outtage that lasted for almost 12 hours. It was nice, so to speak, except that it was 16 degrees outside and windy. Despite the chilly weather, it was a fun day. My husband and I played board games for most of the day. It was nice to just to be able to "talk" to someone without all of the gadgets around.
There are days when I love the computer, the internet, the games, the connectivity, but it is nice to not have them either. We have become slaves to them, relying on them for everything! I can't remember the last time I opened an actual cookbook for a recipe. I use my phone for almost everything. It was nice to actually boil a pot of water and not use the microwave. Let's admit it, microwaved food actually doesn't taste that good...perhaps I should just rid of mine.
Do remember when your family got its first microwave? I do, it was a huge monster of machinery. My grandparents had one first though, I thought it was so cool! Oy...I am totally dating myself here. I am getting old.
Needless to say, having a power outtage was a welcomed day...despite the cold weather. I felt like I had connected with my old life that I had as a child. It was nice to be free of all of the technology. I hope for the sake of being cold, it goes out next time when it is warmer. Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-62304434735885180032012-11-05T07:00:00.000-08:002012-11-05T07:00:02.346-08:00Bucket List Cross offWell the likeliness of the Detroit Tigers making it to the World Series was a possibly when we were playing the Yankees. My husband said to me "if they make it to the world series, I'd like to try and get tickets." My thought on the whole idea was a little negative. First off, how were we going to be able to afford the tickets and secondly, would I even be able to get any.
The morning of the sale I logged onto 2 computers. I was put into a "virtual waiting room" and alas my computer beeped...I was in. My heart was racing with anticiptaion! I chose 2 tickets and got an error. 2 tickets were unavailable. I tried to back out and got booted from the waiting room. So I tried again and got in again! This time I chose 2 tickets, best available. Nothing! Then I tried 3 tickets and voila, I was able to buy tickets. I didn't need 3 tickets, but I didn't want to risk getting booted out of the system again.
Sadly our poor Detroit Tigers didn't win the world series or even win a GAME in the series, but it was still a chance of a lifetime. Here are a few pictures of my husband and I at the game. <div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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So excited to be at the World Series October 28th, 2012!
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Damn was it cold! 43 degrees, windy and rainy!
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After the loss...our sad pouty faces
Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-756196637923245262012-10-22T05:14:00.002-07:002012-10-22T05:14:55.151-07:00Trying to start a family...I have been married for a little over a year now and the desire to start a family is overwhelming. My husband is wonderful! He would make such and awesome dad someday. We have been trying for the year to get pregnant, but nothing has happened. I hear my little ovary clock tick tocking away everyday. I want nothing more than to be a mom. As I get older, the madness gets worse. Its almost all that I think about...it consumes me. I have heard many people tell me to relax and to not think about it and it will just "happen". What if it doesn't? I'll be 40 before I know it and to me that is the cut off. Tick tock...I have 2 1/2 years left.
Its so hard to turn off your brain and just try and let things happen.
I will never forgive my EX for stealing my best baby making years from me. It is one thing I will NEVER forgive him for. Even though in hindsight, things didn't work out between us and would have likely been an terrible father, I am still bitter about losing all of that precious time! I never wanted anything more than a family and I am sure he knew that he would never be ready...and for that I will never forgive.
Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-16163791635257988192012-01-31T21:07:00.000-08:002012-10-22T05:17:49.512-07:00A rough end to 2011Well I had a rough end to 2011 and have been dealing with some health issues.
<br />In November I was diagnosed with Basal Cell Carcinoma on my right cheek. Skin cancer? At 36? Really? Could I have any more worse luck. Wasn't enough to have pre-melanoma 5 years ago?
<br />Being blonde haired, blue eyed and fair skinned is the pits sometimes. I have no idea what Hilter was thinking when he was saying that this is the perfect race. It has given me nothing but trouble. I burn so easily in the sun, my eyes water when its bright outside and my skin is also super sensitive to everything!
<br />The spot on my face started out as nothing super spectacular. It looked like a pimple that wouldn't pop or go away (this spot has been there for a number of years now). Earlier in 2011, it changed shape a little and I headed to the dermatologist to get it checked out. He thought it looked like a cyst and was treating with freezing it. It would burn when he did it, scab over and then not change. After 2 freezing and no results, it was biopsied. My derm was skepitcal that it was anything serious, so it made me feel better and I didn't worry about it. After a week not hearing anything, I forgot about the test results. Surprise...I was called to come in. It was Skin Cancer...and my derm couldn't do anything about it in his office and refered me to another Dr.
<br />Dr. Stiff was awesome. He is also a dermatologist, but couldn't get me in until early december. So on December 3rd, the misery began. I had to have MOHS surgery on my face. Its a local anestethic, with old fashioned lidocaine and a scapel, the only difference is, the derm is trained to look at the tissue under a microscope and decide if more skin needs to be taken in order to get all of the cancer. The surgery went well and I had a huge hole in my face. Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-19487409694471526662012-01-01T00:30:00.000-08:002012-10-22T05:17:28.750-07:00UnexpectedWell I recently found out that I had Skin Cancer. I have had a spot on my cheek for about 5 years. It started out as just a small spot, similar to a pimple that wouldn't pop. I saw my dermatologist and thought it was a cyst and he lanced it and I was on my way. It never went away, but it wasn't something that seemed to be so obvious or even that noticeable, so I let it be. In the past year, it seemed to change. It got larger and seemed to turn inward and develop a perfect circular ring around it. I went to my dermatologist again, he thought it looked suspicious and starting freezing the area. It would scab over and peel off, still nothing. In November this year, he took a biopsy of the area, the result: basal cell carcinoma. I panicked. He told me this wasn't something he could do in his office and referred me to Dr. Stiff. Dr. Stiff is a Mohs trained dermatologist. Mohs surgery is basically microscopic surgery. They removed the area with a scapel and review it under a microscope to see if they got all of the cells. If they didn't they go back in and take more and more again if they need to. He was a great Doctor, but unfortunately, I am now left with a Large hole (or crater) in my cheek. But the good news is I am now Basal Cell Carcinoma free.
yay!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-2119480972164371332011-11-07T11:22:00.000-08:002011-11-07T11:24:02.186-08:00Over the a storeIn my 20's, I always thought that it would be super fun to live in small downtown area and live above a store. As I am getting older, I can't even imagine what it would be like now. Where to park? Where to take out the animal? The noise? Omg, I am turning into such an old lady!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-45223478709176806372011-11-02T11:24:00.000-07:002011-11-07T11:54:57.647-08:00My $1000 dogs<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tjbz0yeCaN8/Trg3gOOzG2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/fu9aFHnAGkE/s1600/ipod%2Bpics%2B006.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-Tjbz0yeCaN8/Trg3gOOzG2I/AAAAAAAAAK8/fu9aFHnAGkE/s320/ipod%2Bpics%2B006.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672344757388647266" /></a><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HHRYTsPKVwk/Trg3Y7CWwqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/u3ozbzGgFuI/s1600/ipod%2Bpics%2B008.JPG"><img style="display:block; margin:0px auto 10px; text-align:center;cursor:pointer; cursor:hand;width: 240px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/-HHRYTsPKVwk/Trg3Y7CWwqI/AAAAAAAAAKw/u3ozbzGgFuI/s320/ipod%2Bpics%2B008.JPG" border="0" alt=""id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5672344631977099938" /></a><br /><br />After a lovely brunch outing on Sunday, my husband and I came home to something messy. The day before, we had just purchased some mouse poison to help us get rid of the mice that messing up my lower kitchen cupboards! Since our 2 cats have gotten lazy and decided to hideout upstairs we needed to do something. <br />Well to make a long story short. The little dog, Stewie is the "bad" one and I am sure he is the that got into the poison. He tore the box open with his little teeth and got out the cellophane wrapped block of poison. And I assume my older bigger dog Bella, who is the "piggy", saw that Stewie had something to eat and swooped in and ate the rest of it. <br />I saw the ripped package and little bits of the green colored poison on the carpet and I panicked a bit. They were both acting normally and we let them outside. I immediately got online and looked up the Tomcat company (the maker of the poison) and called them. They have a poison control. They stated that this is neurological poison and there is now Vitamin K antidote for it and that I needed to take them to the Vet. I first needed to find out which one ate the poison, of if they both did. I had to induce vomiting....that should be its own blog. 1 Tablespoon of hydrogen peroxide for Stewie and 3 for Bella. Not an easy feat I tell you. Within 10 minutes Stewie puked up "green" vomit. He ate the poison...as I suspected. Bella on the other hand took the peroxide like a champ and got super squirrelly. It took her a good 20 to 25 minutes to puke. Eww...lots of puke and it was bright green! So they both ate it. <br />Off to the emergency vet we go. <br />Upon arrival the 24 hour vet is gorgeous, nicer than most doctor's office's than I ever been in. We fill out the forms and wait to see the Dr. They individually take both dogs into the back and get "vitals" on them, which are normal. It was explained to us that they both had some hypersensitivity and dilated pupils. But both symptoms can be explained by the dogs being in a strange place. The Dr. explained the protocol for dogs eating this type of poison and it requires 3 doses of activated charcoal for each dog and 24 hours of monitoring for any signs and symptoms of any neurological changes, because this particular poison has no antidote. Feeling guilty and nervous, we agree. The vet techs bring in a "quote" for treatment and it was a whooping $1475 and that was the low end. The upper end was double that, and that was dependent on how the dogs were doing and if they required CPR or any IV fluids. We had to decided if we even wanted our dogs to have resuscitation? My thought was seriously? This is a dog were are talking about. We agreed to check "yes" though as these doggies are like my babies. A 75% down payment was required to even keep the dogs. Ouch! I was willing to put it on a credit card, but Dave said we should just pay for it with our savings. Bye Bye, wedding money. Thanks for the wedding gifts everyone...we just spent it on a ER visit for our dogs! Ugh!<br />The next day I received multiple calls from the Vet and other vets in the area. A different doctor stated that they did some more research with the ASPCA and they think that it would Be advisable to keep Stewie for another day just for monitoring and 3 more doses of activated charcoal. My heart and my pocketbook sank...I can't afford this. I called multiple vets in the area to see if they would be willing to do the activated charcoal treatment for Stewie and the one across the street agreed, but also explained how to do it and was willing to do the treatments if I had a problem. So I worried about my babies all day and explained my situation to my co-workers and my "boss" that day let me go home early to deal with my situation. o I was anxious and worried about the dogs and picked them up as soon as i could. When I arrived I had another surprise...an additional $400 charge. Shit! I paid it and got them out of there. Maybe with my $1845 they can buy a fish tank for their office!<br />I brought them both home excited...to have them back. They seemed just like they normally are. Stewie was a little more high strung than normal, but I think he just missed us. Bella too was a little clingy too. She was up on her hind legs trying to "hug" Dave when he got home from work. I called in off of work for Tuesday to be able to "monitor" the dogs and to give Stewie his medicine. <br />I am happy to report, they are both doing well and we haven't seen anything out of the ordinary from either animal. What an expensive lesson!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-49335691210939510522011-08-29T15:01:00.001-07:002011-08-29T15:03:47.102-07:00A $6500 wedding!Well I had a budget and I did some research and more research and more research, to come up with some ideas on my upcoming wedding.
<br />I have been creative and cut some corners in order to come under budget, but a $6500 wedding for 120 guests is possible. 2 weeks to go and I'll post the final details!
<br />I hope my wedding centerpieces will bloom by the time the wedding gets here! Think sunshine! FYI...i am growing dwarf sunflowers.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-63697874759981582222011-03-13T10:17:00.000-07:002011-03-13T10:23:29.187-07:00Just say no to BridezillaIf there was one thing that I learned from having being married before, it's being a Bridezilla is not worth it. I wasn't really a bridezilla in my 1st wedding planning trip, but I am really determined to not be one this time either. <br />Every little detail is not important and doesn't require a lot of stressing over. The only thing that i have been having a hard time is choosing a reception site. I don't want to be a cheap ass, but I also know that spending a lot of money is totally not worth it. Its a wedding, our wedding, not the party of the century. It should represent the people that we are. If we had a backyard large enough, we'd have a BBQ, that's the type of people we are, laidback/carefree. The only thing that is 100% and booked is the wedding chapel itself...so we are definitely getting married, but the reception is still up in the air.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-9798095480138736982010-11-15T09:48:00.000-08:002010-11-15T09:51:28.082-08:00Hush your mouthWell this weekend at work was interesting. It was crazy busy. I have realized that I work WAY too hard at the nursing home compared to the work that I do at the hospital. <br />The worst part of my weekend was when I co-worker asked me "are you expecting?". Expecting what?, lol a baby. Geez, thanks, I know I have put on some weight, but seriously? Maybe its the wake up call that I need. Time to get my fat ass back to the gym...unless she is clairvoyant and knows something that I don't know.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-48473871390305346222010-11-11T13:55:00.000-08:002010-11-11T14:05:34.582-08:00Dream a little dreamLast night I had an amazing dream...yet it was like a fast forwarded version of my childhood. It was the best dream I have ever had. There were so many little details and things that I had long since forgotten that were SO real in my dream, that when I woke up, I questioned if they really had happened to me in real life? Unfortunately, my memory is horrible and I am not sure if all I saw in the dream had happened. Either way the dream was pleasant and happy. It was like I saw my childhood from the time I was 10 to 14. I wish I could remember more of it...sadly that's the bad thing about dreams, I rarely remember much of themAmyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-69961972198123924782010-11-11T09:43:00.000-08:002010-11-11T09:46:18.441-08:00Snap, Crackle, PopWell my back is finally on the mend, thanks to the Chiropracter. I was a little bit skeptic at first, but I am feeling much better. I am not 100%, but I am getting there. I like the Popping sound that my back and neck make at the Chiropracter office. I get a little tense when he wants to do my neck, but when I relax I am able to get good results.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-52731866675656531822010-10-27T00:22:00.000-07:002010-10-27T00:38:26.367-07:00On Bedrest :(So I woke up on Monday morning at 6 am to let the dog out and my back was a little sore. No big deal, I had been pulling weeds and digging up some dead bushes in Dave's front yard. I went back to bed and when I got up again around 11-ish, I could barely move. I was going to let the dog out, but I stopped to pick up a few things off of the floor and wham...i couldn't move without excruating pain in my lower back. So there I was stuck on the floor, with a giddy puppy, sitting on a pile of dirty clothes, crying. I was miserable. I managed to scoot my bottom across the floor and into the hallway. Stewie (my puppy) wandered into Steve's room (my Boyfriends roommate) and got him up. So there was on the floor crying in agony and Steve offered to help me. All i asked of him was to let the dog out. He called Stewie to follow him down the stairs, he'd take a few steps and come right back to his momma, he wasn't gonna leave me. How fricking cute is THAT. Dogs are SO loyal it amazes me. Steve finally had to pick him up to take him outside. While he was outside I managed to get my self into the bathroom, which was not a minute to soon I might add. <br />I texted Dave and he came home to help me. He gave me Motrin 800 and Flexeral and fixed me some peanut butter toast, so I didn't get an upset tummy from the meds. He piled all of the pillows up on my side of the bed so i could be comfy, brought me some soda and told me to call him or Steve if I needed anything. I slept most of the day...to try and aignore my aching back. I called into work, because I couldn't move, going to the bathroom was a major event. I managed to work my way downstairs for dinner and was back into bed for the night. He grabbed a bunch of stuff from my house for me and was SO accomodating. My man is da BOMB! He has been the best.<br />I went to urgent care today and they were pretty helpful. I think the shot of solumedrol and the shot of toradol in each hip was the key. I can now stand up like a human being! It was awful sitting in the car to get to the Dr., but it was worth it. Unfortunately, i had to call off work again. I HATE doing that, because I know that it screws other people over, plus I love my job. <br />I should be ready to go back to work tonight...i can't stand lying here in bed. <br />It is truly a blessing to find such an awesome guy who can/will take care of me when I am under the weather, it truly shows how awesome he is, I am SO lucky.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-54080154749273090042010-08-20T18:41:00.000-07:002010-08-20T18:43:49.191-07:00The follow throughI am so excited and proud of myself. <br />Last year, when I got my 1st nursing job at the nuring home, I said to myself and many other's around me, "I'm going to work here for a year and then get a job in the hospital". Well I did it!<br />I was hired a few weeks ago at Huron Valley Sinai. I start on Monday. It is so exciting and rewarding on following through on my dreams!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-16538633776751279352010-08-16T19:14:00.000-07:002010-08-16T19:17:29.392-07:00Healthcare...?I have often wondered and have become increasing perplexed by the number of Healthcare professionals that smoke. <br />My workplace is a huge example and it makes me worry/giggle at the same time. I have never smoked, so maybe that is why I just don't get it. But as healthcare professionals and knowing even more so the dangers of smoking 1st hand, why do they do it? <br />I think it's just for the 15 minute break, which is also sad in its own right!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-22298674660457108232010-08-11T17:59:00.000-07:002010-08-11T18:33:47.573-07:00On the road to nowhereI just had 5 days off and it was wonderful. <br />It was so nice to not have any plans and just pick up and go where the wind blows. My 5 days started off with a canoe/camping trip which was fun like always. I love spending time with my family and friends. No major injuries down the river either. Dave managed to not steer me into too many tree branches or cause me any injuries, which is always a plus. <br />The weekend was quite interesting. My grandpa was talking marriage for me and Dave, which cracks me up. Its pretty cool to see how much more supportive my family is of this newer relationship than they were in the past. I guess it shows that we are great together. Its so nice to finally have a relationship in which we BOTH adore one another and not just one way around. I do adore him...terribly, more than I think he knows. <br />After the canoe trip, we had 2 days to do whatever we wanted...so we went exploring. We went to Marshall, michigan and saw all of the older homes. It would be awesome to live there someday. Its so nice to see some history. <br />We stayed in a jacuzzi hotel room that night and relaxed. The jacuzzi was a nice relief for all of the bug bites I acquired this weekend. We hadn't planned anything for tuesday and Dave decided that I our vacation wasn't over. We headed up to Frankenmuth and Birch Run for some outlet shopping and dinner. I was so tired from the day that i slept all of the way home in the car. It was a fabulous 5 days off!Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-91217410498666213292010-08-05T13:57:00.000-07:002010-08-05T14:07:11.398-07:00The great Tattoo debateCalled me old fashioned, but I am not excited about tattoo's. Yes I do have a tiny little one on my back and yes, I am contemplated getting another one, but I think they are getting out of control. I am getting SO tired of people crying about being accepted in society no matter what. Social stigma's exist everywhere around us and its gonna happen.<br />I have this great tattoo debate with one of my friends on a regular basis everytime I see him. He's in nursing school and REALLY wants to work in pediatrics when he's done. While we were on vacation together he got his first tattoo on his wrist, which I wasn't to keen on. I was much more worried about what it might do to this chances to do what he loves in the future. The next one he got was on his forearm, a huge faux pax if you ask me. <br />This where the old fashioned part of me comes out and I sound like an old lady, but first of all, as a mother, I wouldn't feel comfortable having a 6 foot, male nurse taking care of my kid. Secondly, especially not one covered in tattoo's. I don't care if he was totally awesome at his job, I'd be turned off by appearance. I know, its sad that I feel this way, but I am sure I am not alone on this one. I just wish people would stop and reconsider what affects having all kinds of visible tat's might have on them.<br />Enough rants for today.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-39460211955048276772010-06-22T17:22:00.000-07:002010-06-22T17:40:20.737-07:00Turning 35...Another birthday tomorrow and I am excited about it. I am not excited about turning 35...but since I turned 30 every birthday that I have had is another reminder that I still don't have what I REALLY want and that's a baby. <br />I think I have found the perfect man right now and things couldn't be more wonderful. So maybe...I'll hear the pitter patter of little feet in my future and wedding bells. I could totally see it happening. <br />So what have I learned in the past 35 years?<br />I have learned a ton of tough lessons in my lifetime. I've loved, I've lost and I've rebuilt myself from a mess. I am slowly working on clearing up my credit and finally getting my head above water. Boy...did I have a FUN time in my 20's! I did so many things. Why is though, despite all that I have done, I still want more? Take travelling for instance, I could check every place off my "want to visit" list and it still wouldn't be enough. I love going new place and seeing new things. I also LOVE returning to old places that have my heart, I'll never get tired of travelling, I love it so.<br />I have learned (and am still trying to master this concept), that your workplace will not fall and crumble to the ground if you aren't there. I am a workaholic...I know this, it sucks. I wonder about what's happening when I am not there, I worry about what's going to be screwed up when I return, I worry that i forgot to do something important...its just work! I have to remind myself of that everyday. I am not management, but often feel like i think like one all of the time. <br />I have learned that losing weight will always be an uphill battle for me and it will likely never be easy for me. I need to practice patience and consistency in my life in this area specifically. <br />I have learned that my family is one of the best gifts I could have ever gotten in this lifetime. They support me 100% and are always there for me, I am truly blessed to have been surrounded and raised by such awesome people. <br />I am often told, you don't look 35! Which is becoming a great compliment, but still can't make the years turn back and correct all of the mistakes I have made. I have no regrets, but with wisdom in my pocket, I would do so many things differently.<br />Can't wait to see what this next year brings.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7945426971125690954.post-57550962667588331472010-06-01T12:10:00.000-07:002010-06-01T12:12:23.572-07:00TextingSince I have met Dave, I have succombed to texting...big time. I learned the hard way that I didn't have a good texting plan and have ended up paying $150 in text fees...Ouch! <br />This is one of the best texts that I have gotten: From Dave: U R the best combination of every kind of girlfriend.<br /><br />How cute is that? He is just awesome.Amyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/14799853574742696531noreply@blogger.com0