Personal Blog:: Sick, Sick, Sick 7/20/10

Well Saturday was hard, I slept most of the day. Didn't work on any homework whatsoever. I even have an Astronomy Test on Monday which I will fail miserably. My teacher probably thinks I'm a lost cause. My Criminal Justice teacher is awesome, but I'm sure he is wondering why I know all the information in class but can't test well. Funny thing is I have never tested well. I can know all the answers in class but when it comes to test, I BOMB!! I have not a clue because, story of my life. I am going to take some medication that the doctor gave me a go to sleep soon. But I'm afraid I won't be able to wake up in the morning. I have a hard enough time getting up in the morning without drugs in my system.

I just watched "2012" and let me tell you, it was AWESOME!! It got many bad reviews which I don't understand. It really was a good movie. Perhaps too much hype was the cause to the downfall. John Cusack is cute; I always had a HUGE crush on him since "Sixteen Candles" You guys probably don't remember that movie. If you don't run to your local video story and check it out. Super funny movie from the 80's.

By the way. Happy Pi Day! on 3/14 Now go measure the circumference and diameter of something circular and calculate this magical ratio for yourself. I am celebrating with a cherry pie and big scoop of vanilla ice cream. YUMMMMMM!!! Let me know how you celebrated.

I think in some ways I'm turning into a poppy seed bagel. I eat way too much of them. I woke up feeling like I was a circle. Maybe it was Pi Day, but I think it has to do with Einstein's Bagels. I wake up in the middle of the night needing a bagel and a cup of tea. I find myself toasting it and smearing on peanut butter. So good! In fact, I might have to go make one now. Good night, all, or I should say, Good Morning!! Wish me luck on my test in Astronomy. Granted I already know what I'm getting.

   

Personal Blog:: ER, Dead Cat, Fluffy Planets, and Burning Buildings 7/19/10

I was once again late to ASL class. But today had a twist, Matt our substitute was late as well. How cool is that. He told us a story about his cat dying. Very sad. When he got home, he found his cat on the floor not moving. He when over to see what the matter was and found him to be unresponsive. He immediately took him/her to the vet. He then explained to him that he saw a way to revive people with a shock thing. The doctor didn't want to proceed with the process since it would set the cat on fire.  There was nothing else to do since the cat was already stiff and dead for about 2 hours.  Poor cat!!!

Another big thing that happened today was the science building caught on fire.  My Astronomy teacher told me the next day that a short happened in the downstairs lab.  If I showed up for an appointment with him about our lesson, I would have been stuck with him and a group of people watching fire trucks coming.  But I decided to ditch and go home because I was super tired, and I crossed the UVU campus 5 times already and was not about ready to go see him and then come back again.  Good thing, I would have been mad cause my daughter would have been home by herself and wondering where I was.

Needless to say, I was glad to get home and not know about the problems until the next day.  I think it was eventful in its own right.  Thank goodness.

Personal Blog:: Lazy day but oh so busy 7/18/10

Woke up, fell out of bed
Dragged a comb across my head
Found my way downstairs and drank a cup
And looking up, I noticed I was late
ahhhhh, the Beatles. I absolutely LOVE the Beatles. I grew up listening to them on the radio. I remember doing this crazy dance whenever they played. It was a cross between the peanuts dance and a jumping Mexican bean. Oh, the good old days. When I get the chance, I always drop that I was born on John Lennon's Birthday. For some reason I love saying that. October 9th is the best day ever. In some ways I feel like we are connected personally, as if we were best friends. Maybe we were.


As I was walking around UVU campus today, I began my usual strange hypotheticals. Well today was a good one. How many clowns can really fit inside a VW bug? Anyone have an answer to this one? I mean, think about it... Those VW bugs are really small. Placing 6 people in that regularly would be a chore. I guess it would all boil down to what sizes the clowns were and how much they are wearing at the time. The above picture shows that this question has been researched before. And the conclusion, people are crazy and shouldn't try to fit into a small compartment.

We'll all this thinking about physics got me onto another subject. I went to the circus about a year ago. Ringling Bros came to Salt Lake City, and I took my daughter to see it. Just for any parents out there, know that it is and was kind of cheesy. Defiantly focused for the YOUNG kids. Not saying that I'm not young and hip. But I don't need to be in bed by 8PM. I still got amusement out of it. Come to think of it, I probably just went for one thing... Cotton Candy!!!!


When it comes to this wonderful sugary stuff, I go bonkers. Not the blue kind, but the pink kind. YUM!!!! As I sat enjoying my pink treat what did they bring out? No not a tiger, they brought out the VW bug. My eyes grew big and my mind when racing. Like a cat seeing those red pointers light zipping around the room. I put aside the cotton candy and started counting the clowns jumping out of the side door. When I got up to 32 the "Awwwww" swept over me. DANG, I still can't fathom how they did it.

  

Personal Blog:: Today was the kinda day I would want to scrap... 7/17/10

Oy! I tell ya, being rejected from the public is a hard thing. And I thought being kicked out of the lunch line was bad enough. I often wonder about those scientist... always thinking they know what is best for us. What about us little people who rely on constant consistency. I actually cried when Pluto was banned and downgraded to a moon. Well, I better stop talking about this since I'm going to cry again.

Well today I woke up and found out that I was alone yet again. I think when you realize you are alone it causes you to be hungry. I really don't know why that is. But I was and yet nothing in the re-fridge to keep me interested. So, I made what only Mormons would say, "the devils drink"!

Coffee is kind of my weakness, I don't drink it like some people do, but I do like to have it when I'm desperate. Coffee kept me alive thru most of my young adult days. When nothing else was around I had coffee. Granted I shake a lot and had to run to the bathroom more than usual. (sorry, I know that is more than you need to know about me) This morning I only had one cup, but that made me happy. And believe me, the little happiness I get is good enough.

I then proceeded to jumped into the shower and get ready for the day. Now if you knew me well enough you would know that the statement I just stated isn't as simple as it sounds. When I jump into the shower, I jump in and stay in. I literally become a prune, maybe even the great great great great grandmother of a prune. I have no skills in shower taking. I step in and everything just becomes dense. I have to sit down and try to not let gravity pull me even further down the drain. I sit and let the water run over me and keep on running. I know the EPA needs to hear about my habits, so they can put orange cones around me. But somehow thru the lack of muscles I pull myself out of the shower and dry off. Even when I do, I feel like I just came out of a life and death situation. I am so tired and drained be thankful to be out and moving among the living.

Well, I got dressed and tried to figure out what to wear. Again, this sounds simple, but to a girl it really isn't, and to me, it really isn't simple. I try on something and feel confident in what I am wearing. I walk around and start finding the parts I need to get out the door. (Parts being, books, keys, cell phone, toby my iPod, etc...) As this is happening, I start to feel uncomfortable. I start rethinking some of the items I'm wearing. Before you know it, I'm taking of my shirt and putting another one on, then 15 minutes later my pants come off and different one goes on. Usually this goes on for 2 hours, by this time I'm running late, and my hair isn't even done or my makeup. Granted I don't do them until I'm parked in the UVU parking lot.

Needless to say, I'm ALWAYS late for my first class of the day. I know my sign language teacher is about to ring my neck for always being late. But in my defense, I have been late to everything my entire life. Things you would think I wouldn't be late for I am. I guess that is a quirk I have and always will. I even go as far as to set my living room clock ahead 10 minutes, my car 15 minutes, my cell phone 15 minutes and my bedroom clock 30 minutes. I STILL AM LATE. I guess that is something you can always count on with me, I'm always late.

   

Personal Blog:: Dying is always the pits... but so is Monday!!! - 7/15/10

Well, let's see, I woke up today around 10:30AM wondering where I was. When I first opened my eyes, I didn't recognize anything except my teddy bear, James. He looked at me like he always did, blank. When I did figure out where I was, I knew my day had started off to a bad start. I hate that feeling.

My wonderful husband already went to work and was being a productive part of the social circle. I on the other hand was still in bed trying to decided if I wanted to go on living. At the time I really felt I didn't have much to live for, but if you asked anyone else they would say otherwise. Like my mom! She would first yell at me for thinking such things, then tell me all the things I should be grateful for. Then my husband would say that he was something and my daughter was something. In all great arguments, he would have a great point. But at the time, it didn't really make a dent in my thinking.

I did get up and check on my crops. I play this game on Facebook called "FarmVille". I have to admit, when I first saw and heard of this game I thought it was stupid. I made fun of my friend for playing it, and said "it is a waste of time!". Well she has the last laugh seeing that I'm so addicted I even wake up in the middle of the night cause I know my crops are ready to be harvested. Well I need to have my head examined cause it really is a silly concept. But then again, I am having my head examined by the best.

I finally got my husband to go to the fitness place down the street. I wanted to go into the sauna for some detoxing. See, about 2 weeks ago, I had to go to the Emergency Room cause I was very loopy and couldn't walk straight. I text-ed my friend and had her come over and drive me there, cause I didn't want to dial 911 for just my problem. I figure other people were dying and I didn't want to clog up the system with my small problems. Well she came over and pretty much had to carry me to the Jeep. Not one of my shining moments. My daughter was worried about me in a small capacity, but she was more excited cause she got to spend time with her friend, which turns out to be my friends daughter.

The entire journey took but 10 minutes, but it gave me time to think. First of all, I should have called 911 cause I was taking up her valuable time. Second she had to deal with me and my weird symptoms. She kept worrying about me and saying that she hopes everything was ok. I know that this was not the ideal place for her to be at that moment, but I'm sure glad she did it. When we got to the entrance we drove in backwards and pulled up to where the actual ER trucks come in. She ran in and got a wheelchair and a nurse that was probably named "Billy Bob". He picked me up and placed me into the chair and wheeled me in. Well he forgot my left foot so it ended up dragging under the chair. I didn't care since I thought I was dying. The nurse that checked me in was nice. Except she asked me questions that made me feel like I was 2 years old. "How much pain are you in? On this chart show me where you are?" I pointed to the number six since the smiley face had it's tongue sticking out, and it looked like how I felt. But number 8 was coming really close.

During that time my friend came over to see if she could get my cell phone. I started to dig around in my purse looking for it. She wanted to get a hold of my husband to say that he should get out my life policy since he will be cashing it in. I'm sure I didn't look in any state to be looking for a phone, so she offered to look for me and reach for the bag. But I stopped her with all the energy I could muster. I couldn't let her into my bag at any cost. I had an embarrassing secret that needed to stay hidden. My dumb husband had found a Penthouse magazine and for some reason placed it in the glove box of the car as a joke. Upon cleaning it out for our Oregon trip I found it, I placed it in my bag so I could throw it away later. For the life of me, literally, I didn't want her to see it and leave me for dead as a nameless body in the ER.

The nurse took all the vitals needed and she decided I was a ligament cause and gave the boys in the back the "all clear". I was still sitting in the same chair that had my foot dragging around like some stuffed animal. All of a sudden she lets out a sequel. I thought perhaps my brain fell out of the back of my head and there was not hope for me now. But instead she rushed towards my right foot and commented on how cute it was. Then she had to know who did them. I was in too much in pain and confusion to answer with a clear mind. I just remember thinking... "WHO CARES ABOUT MY CUTE FEET!!!!" She then left me in the middle of the hall and rounded up some of her nurse friends to take a look at my foot. I was hoping that at least they would put my left foot on the holder as well since they were taking an extra look at them. But for some reason they were just interested in the right one.

I finally got wheeled back to my room and the entourage that accompanied my foot dissipated.