OH, man! I had the BEST vacation...
Unfortunately being gone 8 work days has put me underneath a mountain of work to catch up on.
So, for now I'll just tell you that the beach was awesome...my family was awesome...and more info will be coming soon...
So stay tuned!! :)
I missed y'all by the way...all except Heather...because, well--I saw her. :)
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Thursday, May 14, 2009
It's not 'Goodbye,' it's 'Talk to you Later'
I'm not coming to work tomorrow (Friday the 15th), because my boss said I could take the day off since he wasn't coming in and we don't have any patients. Yay!!
I will be a the beach first...then I'm going to visit my family on the 20th. Unless I get to write from my mom's house (which I probably will) then I'll be silent until the 26th when I return!
have a HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY! and I'll see you guys later!!! :)
I will be a the beach first...then I'm going to visit my family on the 20th. Unless I get to write from my mom's house (which I probably will) then I'll be silent until the 26th when I return!
have a HAPPY MEMORIAL DAY! and I'll see you guys later!!! :)
Wednesday, May 13, 2009
The Smallest Winner!!
Okay.
One of my favorite favorite favorite shows is The Big*gest L*s*r. :) I think it's one of the most inspiring shows I've ever seen! I have watched like 4 seasons in a row! Last night was the season finale. It was the longest running season, the season with the oldest contestant, the youngest contestant, the sickest contestant and the heaviest man and woman ever on the show. It was the most inspiring, wonderful thing to see what these contestants accomplished in 18 weeks! I felt like a proud mama while watching how good everyone had done!
The three who were in the finals were all people I really liked. I did want two of them to win more than one of them. There was a pink team, a brown team, and a green team. I really wanted brown or green to win, because they had really worked so hard during the season. Pink won. You know what...she looked great. And I was really happy for her...but I felt so sad for the green member. Because Ms. Green literally dominated during the entire season, and she deserved to win. You could see the disappointment on her face. But you could also tell that she was just happy to have lost the weight. So I don't know...I felt sad for her, but happy too.
And that brings me to my weight loss update. I have been eating the same...still doing the study...but I think my body has hit a plateau. I have not lost weight in like a week! It's very frustrating!! Tonight I should get a good bit of walking/running around at the Photo scavenger Hunt we're having with the CommUNITY group and that might boost a little weight loss. Also, when I got to the beach I plan on swimming as much as I can, because swimming is EXCELLENT exercise. So hopefully I'll catch up on my weight loss, but MAN! It's pretty frustrating to get on the scale and see nothing!! Unless, of course, the scale actually said "0" then I might freak out, because although I want to weigh less I don't want to weigh nothing. :)
One of my favorite favorite favorite shows is The Big*gest L*s*r. :) I think it's one of the most inspiring shows I've ever seen! I have watched like 4 seasons in a row! Last night was the season finale. It was the longest running season, the season with the oldest contestant, the youngest contestant, the sickest contestant and the heaviest man and woman ever on the show. It was the most inspiring, wonderful thing to see what these contestants accomplished in 18 weeks! I felt like a proud mama while watching how good everyone had done!
The three who were in the finals were all people I really liked. I did want two of them to win more than one of them. There was a pink team, a brown team, and a green team. I really wanted brown or green to win, because they had really worked so hard during the season. Pink won. You know what...she looked great. And I was really happy for her...but I felt so sad for the green member. Because Ms. Green literally dominated during the entire season, and she deserved to win. You could see the disappointment on her face. But you could also tell that she was just happy to have lost the weight. So I don't know...I felt sad for her, but happy too.
And that brings me to my weight loss update. I have been eating the same...still doing the study...but I think my body has hit a plateau. I have not lost weight in like a week! It's very frustrating!! Tonight I should get a good bit of walking/running around at the Photo scavenger Hunt we're having with the CommUNITY group and that might boost a little weight loss. Also, when I got to the beach I plan on swimming as much as I can, because swimming is EXCELLENT exercise. So hopefully I'll catch up on my weight loss, but MAN! It's pretty frustrating to get on the scale and see nothing!! Unless, of course, the scale actually said "0" then I might freak out, because although I want to weigh less I don't want to weigh nothing. :)
Monday, May 11, 2009
Be thankful I'm not your mom!
It's no secret that I'm not exactly sure what to do with babies. I learned this lesson when Catie Grace was like 6 months old and Heather went out of town and asked me to babysit. I think I kept her during the day...and when mom came home she helped me with her. I can remember that I didn't know how to get Catherine to fall asleep, and she screamed a lot. A. Lot. And so I would drive around in my car, with her in the carseat, just to get her to sleep. And I can remember using like a whole tank of gas, because I was so tired and I just needed her to sleep.
I was 16.
I wasn't really a kid who babysat for people either. I remember I used to babysit for one of my teachers. Her son was named Jack. I remember thinking it was the cutest name ever for a little boy. Anyway, he was like 9 months to a year old and I remember not really knowing what the heck I was doing. I also remember that the family had just gotten a little white kitten. And since we all know how I feel about baby cats (SATAN!!) you can just imagine how thrilled I was about the baby/cat combo.
One of the Saturdays I was babysitting Jack we played outside for a while and then we went inside because it was the summer and it was in the south and the heat and humidity was stifling. I think it must have been lunch time, because I put Jack in his high chair and went to the kitchen to get some food for him. I can't imagine that I'd give him food to pacify him if it wasn't lunchtime, since I have superior skills with kids. ;-D
Anyway, I remember I warmed him up some little raviolis. They were little bitty and just right for his little hands to pick up and put them in his mouth. But I was afraid of a mess, so I proceeded to try to feed him with a spoon. He did okay at first...then he started grabbing at the spoon instead of eating, thus getting ravioli sauce all over his hands. Then I'd put the ravioli down (on his high chair tray, of course!) and go grab a napkin and he'd be elbow deep in ravioli. He must have been trying to make my life a nightmare because then he started flinging ravioli all around. He was waving his hands in the air like he just didn't care. I remember that the carpet was bright white, and there were little drops of ravioli all over it. I'm pretty sure I decided that Jack had had enough ravioli and I picked him up (probably with two fingers on each hand--he was DIRTY!) and carried him into his bedroom to change his clothes. I knew I was risking major damage by leaving that ravioli to sit for even a few minutes, but I felt like if I let Jack go he'd just make little orange hand prints over the walls, carpet, couch and me--when I fainted from the stress. So, I take him back to his room, take off his clothes (probably spattering ravioli sauce all over the wall) and change his clothes, wipe him down, and then go back to the kitchen to clean up the carpet. I remember someone telling me that baby wipes would clean almost anything, so I came armed with baby wipes to try to clean ravioli off the white white white carpet.
When I came back to the high chair...I couldn't find any ravioli spots. All the spots were gone! What happened??
You know what happened? That devil cat came behind us and ate every bit of ravioli off the floor, and he must have really liked it, or been really hungry (maybe I was supposed to feed him too!!) because he sucked all the sauce from the carpet. Not a spot was left.
Turns out that baby cats ARE good for something.
Oh, and on a side note...I don't think that family asked me to babysit again after that.
I was 16.
I wasn't really a kid who babysat for people either. I remember I used to babysit for one of my teachers. Her son was named Jack. I remember thinking it was the cutest name ever for a little boy. Anyway, he was like 9 months to a year old and I remember not really knowing what the heck I was doing. I also remember that the family had just gotten a little white kitten. And since we all know how I feel about baby cats (SATAN!!) you can just imagine how thrilled I was about the baby/cat combo.
One of the Saturdays I was babysitting Jack we played outside for a while and then we went inside because it was the summer and it was in the south and the heat and humidity was stifling. I think it must have been lunch time, because I put Jack in his high chair and went to the kitchen to get some food for him. I can't imagine that I'd give him food to pacify him if it wasn't lunchtime, since I have superior skills with kids. ;-D
Anyway, I remember I warmed him up some little raviolis. They were little bitty and just right for his little hands to pick up and put them in his mouth. But I was afraid of a mess, so I proceeded to try to feed him with a spoon. He did okay at first...then he started grabbing at the spoon instead of eating, thus getting ravioli sauce all over his hands. Then I'd put the ravioli down (on his high chair tray, of course!) and go grab a napkin and he'd be elbow deep in ravioli. He must have been trying to make my life a nightmare because then he started flinging ravioli all around. He was waving his hands in the air like he just didn't care. I remember that the carpet was bright white, and there were little drops of ravioli all over it. I'm pretty sure I decided that Jack had had enough ravioli and I picked him up (probably with two fingers on each hand--he was DIRTY!) and carried him into his bedroom to change his clothes. I knew I was risking major damage by leaving that ravioli to sit for even a few minutes, but I felt like if I let Jack go he'd just make little orange hand prints over the walls, carpet, couch and me--when I fainted from the stress. So, I take him back to his room, take off his clothes (probably spattering ravioli sauce all over the wall) and change his clothes, wipe him down, and then go back to the kitchen to clean up the carpet. I remember someone telling me that baby wipes would clean almost anything, so I came armed with baby wipes to try to clean ravioli off the white white white carpet.
When I came back to the high chair...I couldn't find any ravioli spots. All the spots were gone! What happened??
You know what happened? That devil cat came behind us and ate every bit of ravioli off the floor, and he must have really liked it, or been really hungry (maybe I was supposed to feed him too!!) because he sucked all the sauce from the carpet. Not a spot was left.
Turns out that baby cats ARE good for something.
Oh, and on a side note...I don't think that family asked me to babysit again after that.
Friday, May 8, 2009
Not so exciting events of yesterday...
The ballgame the other day was just the BEST weather I've experienced at a game before! I only wished we had been sitting in the sun, so that I could get a little color on my lily-white skin. But nonetheless, it was glorious outside! We were in the shade, and there was a breeze the ENTIRE time, and the temps stayed around 60's-70's until the sun went down. Even then the temps were really nice. I ended up putting on a sweatshirt towards the end, but that was just because the breeze was cool. And the Rockies won! 11-1. Only to lose to the same team the next day 6-3 or something. ( I never did understand how you can slaughter a team one day, and the next day get beat so bad yourself!) anyway. The game was great...the weather was to die for...and the tickets were free!!
Yesterday after I ate lunch at work, I was sitting outside with my boss just for a few minutes to soak up the nice weather. We were out there, and there were three other people from another department out there. Two boys and a girl. One of the boys was on a bench, the other boy was lying under a tree, and the girl was sitting on the grass under that same tree. She had her back to us (me, my boss, and the guy on the bench) and her pants had sagged in the back. I'm going to assume she was unaware of her bottom showing, and I wasn't sure what to do. I thought about telling her, but there was no way to let her know without causing a scene...I can just imagine that. "hey, um, so-and-so. Your, um, bottom...um. Yeah, you might want to...um. Hey. Okay, see ya!"
Riiiiiight.
So, I didn't tell her. It turns out that she got up like two minutes later to go to the post office, and therefore her bottom was no longer in view. That was good.
Yesterday morning I had a rough morning because I was in a horrible mood from gaining a little bit of weight back (the ball game--sabotage!) Then I read the post on Heather's blog where she talks about the "weight/math exercise" in Catie Grace's class and I got so upset I really needed to cry. I kept thinking.. "okay, I have 11 minutes before this patient shows up, I could run in the back and cry for a minute..." but I knew my face would get splotchy and then everyone would ask "what's wrong!?" and bring more attention to my splotchy face. So I held back the tears.
After talking to Heather and hearing that Catie Grace was doing fine, I felt better. Our clinic is getting busier and that's always good. That takes less stress off my boss and less stress off me...to know that we're hitting our patient quota everyday! yay!!
For lunch we walked down to Subway. (don't worry...I ate my study lunch...the other girls ate subway). You know...Subway where Gary works. Yeah. I had to buy a drink...so I had to stand in line...and try to avoid his gaze. Even after the very embarrassing, cowardly delivery of his phone number to me through his employee, and even after I haven't called him or shown interest in him romantically (other than gazing at his subway sandwiches like I haven't had food in 10 years) he still proceeds to try to stare at me or talk to me or breathe. hah, just kidding about the breathing part. sort of. No really.
Sort of.
Speaking of Gary. The guy who was laying in the grass (above) said to me the other day, "Krusty," (except he used my real name) "why do all these guys like you?" I was like, "Gee, Pal, I have no idea. When you figure it out why don't you let me know?!" Geez! Who asks a question like that. That's just the sort of thing that makes me feel insecure and uncomfortable. I know he didn't mean it like it sounded. I know he was asking in reference to Gary and to another guy who's a patient here who inappropriately tries to give me gifts and hold my hand and such. I know that he didn't mean it to sound like he was asking "Krusty, why would ANY guy ever think you're ATTRACTIVE and want to ask you out??" But that's how it sounded. I wanted to punch him in the head...but I didn't.
I'm a walking example of restraint. ;-D
Anyway, hopefully today I'll be getting off early and going shopping with Jules. She needs a bathing suit for our upcoming Beach Trip. What? What's that you say? I haven't mentioned any impending Beach Trip??? Well, then you'll just have to come back to find out more about it, won't you??? :)
Yesterday after I ate lunch at work, I was sitting outside with my boss just for a few minutes to soak up the nice weather. We were out there, and there were three other people from another department out there. Two boys and a girl. One of the boys was on a bench, the other boy was lying under a tree, and the girl was sitting on the grass under that same tree. She had her back to us (me, my boss, and the guy on the bench) and her pants had sagged in the back. I'm going to assume she was unaware of her bottom showing, and I wasn't sure what to do. I thought about telling her, but there was no way to let her know without causing a scene...I can just imagine that. "hey, um, so-and-so. Your, um, bottom...um. Yeah, you might want to...um. Hey. Okay, see ya!"
Riiiiiight.
So, I didn't tell her. It turns out that she got up like two minutes later to go to the post office, and therefore her bottom was no longer in view. That was good.
Yesterday morning I had a rough morning because I was in a horrible mood from gaining a little bit of weight back (the ball game--sabotage!) Then I read the post on Heather's blog where she talks about the "weight/math exercise" in Catie Grace's class and I got so upset I really needed to cry. I kept thinking.. "okay, I have 11 minutes before this patient shows up, I could run in the back and cry for a minute..." but I knew my face would get splotchy and then everyone would ask "what's wrong!?" and bring more attention to my splotchy face. So I held back the tears.
After talking to Heather and hearing that Catie Grace was doing fine, I felt better. Our clinic is getting busier and that's always good. That takes less stress off my boss and less stress off me...to know that we're hitting our patient quota everyday! yay!!
For lunch we walked down to Subway. (don't worry...I ate my study lunch...the other girls ate subway). You know...Subway where Gary works. Yeah. I had to buy a drink...so I had to stand in line...and try to avoid his gaze. Even after the very embarrassing, cowardly delivery of his phone number to me through his employee, and even after I haven't called him or shown interest in him romantically (other than gazing at his subway sandwiches like I haven't had food in 10 years) he still proceeds to try to stare at me or talk to me or breathe. hah, just kidding about the breathing part. sort of. No really.
Sort of.
Speaking of Gary. The guy who was laying in the grass (above) said to me the other day, "Krusty," (except he used my real name) "why do all these guys like you?" I was like, "Gee, Pal, I have no idea. When you figure it out why don't you let me know?!" Geez! Who asks a question like that. That's just the sort of thing that makes me feel insecure and uncomfortable. I know he didn't mean it like it sounded. I know he was asking in reference to Gary and to another guy who's a patient here who inappropriately tries to give me gifts and hold my hand and such. I know that he didn't mean it to sound like he was asking "Krusty, why would ANY guy ever think you're ATTRACTIVE and want to ask you out??" But that's how it sounded. I wanted to punch him in the head...but I didn't.
I'm a walking example of restraint. ;-D
Anyway, hopefully today I'll be getting off early and going shopping with Jules. She needs a bathing suit for our upcoming Beach Trip. What? What's that you say? I haven't mentioned any impending Beach Trip??? Well, then you'll just have to come back to find out more about it, won't you??? :)
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Update...
So, yesterday my roommate was reading my blog for the first time in like a month and she said that I needed to update y'all on how some things are going...
She said this right after she caught me sticking my finger in my belly button to see if it had gotten any smaller.
You know. because I've lost weight.
What? What's that you ask?? How much weight have I lost so far?? Oh, about...twentypoundsthat'salll. :) I can't tell yet. I don't feel smaller. I don't really look smaller...but the numbers say 20 pounds. I'm halfway done...so who knows--maybe I'll lose 20 more before June 15th when the study ends.
I guess that was update number 1.
Number 2 is the book study. We've really been wrestling through a lot of tough emotional issues during this study...and I am getting so much out of it...I think i MIGHT be starting to see myself the way that God sees me, instead of the way I or the world see(s) myself.
Well, that's all the updates I have. I suppose that numbering them was useless, since there were only 2. Y'all probably could have counted to two by yourselves. Oh, well.
In other news: I'm going to the Rockies game tonight. YaY!! :) I'll take pictures!
She said this right after she caught me sticking my finger in my belly button to see if it had gotten any smaller.
You know. because I've lost weight.
What? What's that you ask?? How much weight have I lost so far?? Oh, about...twentypoundsthat'salll. :) I can't tell yet. I don't feel smaller. I don't really look smaller...but the numbers say 20 pounds. I'm halfway done...so who knows--maybe I'll lose 20 more before June 15th when the study ends.
I guess that was update number 1.
Number 2 is the book study. We've really been wrestling through a lot of tough emotional issues during this study...and I am getting so much out of it...I think i MIGHT be starting to see myself the way that God sees me, instead of the way I or the world see(s) myself.
Well, that's all the updates I have. I suppose that numbering them was useless, since there were only 2. Y'all probably could have counted to two by yourselves. Oh, well.
In other news: I'm going to the Rockies game tonight. YaY!! :) I'll take pictures!
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