Monday, March 31, 2014

Monday Musings....

Hi there....... I promise that one day, you will magically find that I'm posting regularly again. That all the drafts I have of occurrences in my life I want documented are being finished and published.

Not happening, today, nope. But, someday.

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Between the series end of 'How I Met Your Mother' and the killing off of Will on 'The Good Wife', I've been an emotional TV watching wreck.

There should be some happiness, though.....


Tomorrow marks the 51st Anniversary of 'General Hospital' and on it will be all three Carly's (as pictured, Tamara Braun, Maurice Benard (Sonny), Laura Wright, and Sarah Brown). I'm a geek, but I'm a geek who has always LOVED Carly..... and, more importantly, S&C on GH. So, when this picture started popping up on IG and Twitter over the weekend, I became happy.

*** To further prove my geekdom.... There were actually four Carly's. However, Jennifer Bransford's rendition didn't last more than a few months and seems to have been conveniently forgotten.

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I'm in a new phase, it seems. A phase of trying to cut out negativity..... or, better yet, people trying to stifle who I am.

Recently, I was texting someone and I typed the following....

"I'm at a point in my life where I'm done caring what other people think. Like, I never want to intentionally hurt anyone, but I'm done not being me and hurting myself all because I'm afraid that being me will hurt someone else."

Not sure how long this is going to last, but I hope it's a long time.

It does come with consequences, though..... There have been some uncomfortable moments of realizing that a person doesn't appreciate me being me. I've discovered that there are certain people with whom I just can't share certain things. A couple of tests have come, I've found myself slipping back into the "Oh, no!! I'll just not do that because I don't want to offend!" mode, and then I have to pep myself back up.

They say that your 30's are the time that you really become more comfortable with who you are. I can see how that happens.

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Physically, I let myself go from October until February. Bad.

I'm getting back in the game (hopefully, for good) and it sucks as much as it's great. I lost two pounds last week. I enjoyed fresh air while working out. I ate really well.

I also was tired, moody, and hungry. The sore (and I was sore) didn't really bother me, but the moody/tired did.

I know that I'll start to feel better overall once I keep at it. It's just the getting into the routine that is rough.

Monday, March 17, 2014

Luck 'O' the Irish

Happy St Patrick's Day, Everyone! So far, my day has been very green and very lucky....



Uh, yeah..... That is Bill Cosby!!! He came by for interviews, which was pretty friggin awesome!

File that under "Awesomely Famous Celebrity That I NEVER Imagined I Would Meet."


I'm glad for the good note, as today marks the 10th Anniversary of Mike's Death. He was such a gentle giant and his presence is missed. However, I do think that he is looking down on us from Heaven..... happy at how we are all turning out.



Have a safe and happy day!!!

Wednesday, February 19, 2014

I'm the kinda girl.....

Oh, hey there. It's been yet another long period of time where I haven't said much. Pretty much the theme of this blog 'o' mine, lately.

Between life being very busy and my mind being full of stuff that I'm not sure I want to say aloud, I just haven't been able to write.

However, thanks to a couple of my favorite reads, I came across this link-up and thought I'd join....



.... alternates between extreme self-control+efficiency and extreme laziness+disorder. There is rarely an in-between. Most of the time, I'm ok with this fact about myself. Usually, I figure that it balances out in the end. There are times, though, where I wish I could be a little more "middle of the road."

.... cannot say "No" to cookie cake. Ever. Sometimes I can deny regular cookies or cake or brownies or ice cream. Most of the time, I can turn down pie or candy or donuts. However, cookie cake has a power over me that I have yet to concur.

..... likes to watch her favorite movies, TV episodes, and read books over and over and over, again. I never get tired of them. With books, I will occasionally just flip through to my favorite parts and read.

.... isn't a T-totaler, but isn't necessarily a "party girl." This is an area in which I am "middle of the road." I get tipsy, but only when I am with people I absolutely trust and in an environment in which I feel safe.

.... has dreamed of her wedding since she could remember dreaming. That being said, as traditional as I tend to be in most aspects of life, there are SO many things about my wedding in which I plan to be completely nontraditional.

.... usually can put myself in another person's shoes. Which makes it difficult for me to stay mad/hurt/etc. Even when I don't agree, I do tend to see their side.

.... over-analyzes EVERYTHING. Boy, do I over-think.

.... is 100% stereotypical when it comes to cars, mice, and getting dirty. I refuse to know anything about cars... including how to change a tire or my oil. I have literally jumped onto counters at the site of a mouse. I can't get too sweaty or too dirty for too long, without needing a shower ASAP. All of this is fine with me.

Tuesday, January 28, 2014

Thoughts

Where has January gone? Or, more like, where have I been in January.

Well, I've been traveling, working like crazy, and sans computer at home (more on all of that later).... So, I guess that is where I've been.

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I'm antsy. Like, really antsy.

In some ways, I think I just need to get back into my actual routine (which I still haven't been able to do since pre-Holidays).... the routine of eating well, exercising, working, and socializing. 

In other ways, I think it may be more. I'm going to try my routine first and then see if I need something bigger to get me out of my itch.

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Tomorrow marks the beginning of February Sweeps. We better get some good TV out of it.

Monday, January 13, 2014

Monday Musings


We had a new movie theatre open up in town this past weekend and I was able to attend a VIP night on Thursday. The sister went with me and we randomly chose to see 'The Secret Life of Walter Mitty' because all the other movies were ones other friends/family wanted to see. And, because it was free, so we decided to see something we wouldn't pay to see.

It was..... interesting. The first half was just so odd. Like, it was well done, but it was just so weird and awkward.

The second half and the ending made it really good, though. I wasn't planning to see this, but I'm glad I did!

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One of the films we wanted to see was 'Lone Survivor.' I CANNOT wait to see this film!

Two years ago, Marcus Luttrell was a guest speaker at St. Jude Seminar. I was able to hear his entire story and now it's a movie. As soon as I saw the previews for the first time.... like three seconds into it... I was screaming at the TV, "I KNOW THIS STORY!!!"


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St. Jude Seminar is this week. I'm really excited for several reasons, but the main one is that I've been put on a panel! I'll be speaking to two different groups on Saturday about my experiences in raising money and awareness for St. Jude through radio!!

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My BIL is *obsessed* with Batman. Like, obsessed. I genuinely am a fan, but Bry just loves it. It's one of those things that bonds us.

Anyway, this was circulating on FB and I thought it was hysterical....



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Saturday, Lydia was over and she did this. Too adorable.........
 
 

Tuesday, January 7, 2014

The time I was sick and went a month without blogging....

Merry Christmas, Goodbye 2013, and Hello 2014.

Yeah, so I clearly did not mean to go over a month without blogging. Or, not waxing poetic about how much I love Christmas. Or, not talking about how excited I was about my massive family being all together. Or, not letting you know how much fun we were having.

I clearly didn't mean to not wish you all a Merry Christmas. Or, not reflect on 2013. Or, not look forward to what 2014 has to bring.

I didn't mean for it, but it happened. Here's why....

Monday, Dec 9th - I went to work as normal and went about my day. Basically, I was fine. At 5:24pm, my boss closed his office door and waved good-bye. I remember, because I looked at the clock and was surprised by how late it had gotten. Sometime between then and about 5:40, I started getting this odd and intense pain in my abdomen. At first, I thought it was a weird gas pain or something. My coworker/friend M came in to chat and I stood up, thinking that would help work it through. However, the pain quickly became worse and I could barely focus on what M was saying.

Immediately after she left, I quickly grabbed what I could and left. I almost didn't make it to my car without passing out. After sitting in my car for a few minutes to try to regain my bearings, I grabbed my keys and phone and headed back inside. Again, I barely made it to my destination without passing out. The pain was HORRIBLE and I thought I was going to be sick.

Thankfully, things started to fall into place.... Both my mom and Heidi were on their way to get me. A coworker (who I scared to death when she found me in the hall, curled up in a ball) sat with me until they got there. My mom and stepdad took me to the ER where I underwent test after test for about six hours.

Diagnosis - Ruptured Ovarian Cyst.... Went home with pain meds and orders to follow-up with my GYN

Tuesday, Dec 10th - After barely being able to walk all day (not that I was going very far from the couch to the bathroom and back) and basically rotating between being in horrible pain and knocked out from the pain meds, my abdomen began swelling and I developed a fever. Back to the ER I went.... More tests. ANOTHER CT Scan (with contrast, which pissed off the ER nurse as I had been given contrast 24 hours before).

Diagnosis - Ruptured Ovarian Cyst (from the day before) and a Bladder Infection.... Went home around 2am with antibiotics to go along with the pain meds.

Wednesday, Dec 11th - In bed all day.

Thursday, Dec 12th - Feeling marginally better. GYN visit, where after reviewing everything from both ER visits and examining me, the Dr decides that he doesn't think it was a cyst.

"It doesn't make sense." - He thinks it might have been a flare up from my appendix and the meds they had me on was killing any infection.

Well, that's just great.

Friday, Dec 13th - Feeling A LOT better. *Almost* back to normal, except that I developed a cough overnight. It gets worse throughout the day. About 4pm, I'm shivering uncontrollably, cannot get warm, and apparently have a fever.

I refused to go back to the ER, so my mom takes me to Urgent Care. When I arrive, my temp is 103.2. More tests. More bloodwork. A chest X-Ray. About 45 minutes of letting me sleep in a back procedure room while they are waiting for everything to come back.

Diagnosis - A respiratory infection which the Dr thinks I probably got from one of my ER visits. Effing Fantastic. Since I was already on stronger antibiotics than he would have prescribed for a respiratory infection, he sends me home with orders to come back in 24 hours to make sure I haven't gotten any worse. He also says to take OTC meds in between my pain meds to help keep the fever down.

Saturday, Dec 14th - Still not well, but totally better than the evening before thanks to the meds. Go back to see the Urgent Care Dr. He congratulates me on my upswing and refers me for a follow-up in a couple of weeks.

Monday, Dec 16th - My Uncle Bobby arrives in town.

Tuesday- Dec 15th - Go back to work, even though everyone there tells me that I sound and look like death.

Wednesday, Dec 17th - Still sound and look bad.... Still go to work.... My cousin Ben and his wife Terra arrive in town.

Cough and generally feel crappy until after Christmas, but go along with all the plans we'd made for our visitors.

Monday, Jan 6th - Ben and Terra leave to go home.

Tuesday, Jan 7th - Uncle Bobby and Aunt Deb (who got in on Christmas Eve) leave to go home. Jess returns to her blog.


I did have fun over Christmas, New Years, and their visits, in general (which I hope to document here). I was on vacation from the 21st until the 2nd, so I got to have fun and recover.

Here's hoping I will be able to blog more frequently and stay well in 2014!

Tuesday, December 3, 2013

Christmas From The Other Side

I am typing this on my phone because I am still at the event that led me to blog. I just do not want to forget...

So, my town does a big Holiday event to celebrate. They officially light up downtown and there is music, vendors, performances, etc. On Thursday, we have a huge parade and thousands of people decend. Friday, there is the monthly First Friday.... Again, holiday themed.

I came down tonight to meet up with my parents, who brought Lydia. While walking through the downtown square, I ran into a former church friend that I haven't seen in close to a year. We were catching up and a homeless man walked up to us. At first, we both tensed up... I truly had nothing but my keys and phone, so I knew I wouldn't be able to give him anything. I was prepared to kindly turn him away.

Then, he didn't ask for anything. In his mumbled, clearly incapacitated way, he just stood and talked about how beautiful the park was. He was so animated and excited. He kept saying, "It's so pretty! It's so pretty! They turn off the lights after the New Year. But, it is so pretty until then."

We smiled and agreed and listened. And, then he left. Just smiling.

We didn't say anything. We didn't have to, because our faces after he left said it all.

It was sad. And, slightly shameful. We immediately assumed the worst, when all he wanted was to tell us how pretty his home was for a month.

It also made me sad, because every year I get sad when Christmas comes down. I get kind of depressed. 

I never thought about what it is like for them, until right now.