Tuesday, December 30, 2008
I forget however that my luck sucks and that things never go according to plan no matter how much I plan ahead. I was supposed to come into the office sometime over the weekend to pick up the mail so it wouldn't collect a huge pile by the front door (we have a mail slot). I forgot. When I got to the office today there was no mail. I didn't know what could have happened to it so I called Vic in Hawaii and asked him if he put the hold on it starting Christmas instead of starting today like he had planned. he said no so I went to the post office to investigate. Turns out that they had on file to start holding the mail today but were holding starting last anyways. Stupid!
Monday Paychex was supposed to call me at 11:30am so I could do payroll. Vic spoke to the guy several times over the last couple weeks to make sure the guy had my cell number so he could call me at home and I wouldn't have to go into the office. 12:00 and still no phone call I call the guy. I get his voice mail and it says he is at lunch from 12:00 till 1:00. I leave a message for him with my cell number and tell him to call me ASAP. 1:45 still no phone call so I call and ask to speak to anybody and the lady said that he was on the other line and would call me soon. 2:30 the guy finally calls and said that he called me at work because he didn't have my cell number. Yeah, whatever, at least I was able to get pay roll in before the end of the day so everyone could get paid.
I come into the office today so I can close out end of month/year and because the phone guy is coming to put in a whole new phone system because ours died the last week we were here. The phone people said they would be here at 10:00. I get to work at 10:03 and the guys fixing the gutter are here but no phone guy. When he still wasn't here at 10:20 I called and the lady said he had to do some service calls this morning because they got behind with all the snow but she would call me when he was on his way. I keep working get all my stuff done and at 2:10 when he was still not here I call back. She said that he was on heading my way now. I asked her about the fact that they said it would take about six hours to install the whole thing which would be 8:00/9:00 at this point that he would finish and she tells me that they will just get the basics of the system running so we can have our voicemail and then come back on Monday when we are back in the office. Whatever, as long as they get the voicemail up so our patients can know that we are out of the office and the emergency number I don't care about the rest at this point. 3:00 the guy finally shows up and now I am done with all my work and have to sit here waiting for him to finish. Bleh! The only work I have left to do is call on claims but I can't use the phone now since he's working on it.
I guess I shouldn't really complain that I'm sitting here getting paid to do nothing but it's kind of boring being here all by myself and no TV!
Friday, December 19, 2008
On Wednesday and Thursday my boss picked me and three other girls from work up from our homes and took us to work. That way we couldn't call out because we can't drive in the snow. So while everyone else got to get to go out and play in the snow I was answering phone calls. While everyone else got to come in and warm up with a mug of hot chocolate I was checking patients in and out. While everyone else was sitting by a warm fire reading I was checking on open claims. I think I became a little more of an adult this week and I don't like it.
Some days I long to be a child again. I remember being young longing to be an adult. I never believed people when they would tell me to enjoy my youth. My entire life being the youngest child I tried to be just like my older siblings. I wanted to be on their level in every way even though they were three, five and seven years older than me. I tried so hard that I grew up before my time and now I wish I could go back and enjoy being a kid. I guess it took missing my snow day to realize it.
Thursday, December 4, 2008
Tuesday, December 2, 2008
Sunday, November 30, 2008
This was down at Fisherman's Warf. Cutest fricken thing I've ever seen. It's a cat sitting on a dog while licking a mouse. Later on we saw the dog walking down the street while the cat and mouse were still laying on top of him!
Lauren and me posing like the statues on Fisherman's Warf.
(Above) Lauren and me on the boat before our tour of the bay. (Below) Pictures from the tour. Golden Gate Bridge/Alcatraz
Lauren about fifteen minutes before the race started.
Lauren at teh half way point.
Lauren and me after she finished.
After Lauren finished the marathon we went back to the hotel and took a nap. Then we went to Cheesecake Factory for dinner. It was on the top floor of Macy's. We sat outside and this seagull sat on the ledge begging for food. I thought it was funny so I took a picture.
The next day we were able to visit first my uncle, aunt and cousins from my dad's brother (Uncle John, Aunt Cindy, Stacy, Mike, Jill, Amy and all of their families. Then we met up with my cousin Denise (from my mom's side).
The next day we went to the Huntington Beach and then to Dave and Buster's for dinner. We always see comercials for Dave and Buster's but don't have any around us so Russ was really excited.
On Tuesday we went to Disneyland and it was so much fun. A little tip going to Disneyland on a Tuesday toward the end of September = awesome! It was great weather and all the lines were at most a five minute wait.
Monday, October 20, 2008
When I was young I was the "athlete" of the family. My swim instructor (who I think was an ex-Olympian) wanted my mom to put me in training for the Olympics. When playing tag in my cul-de-sac I could outrun the junior high neighbor boy and I won all my races on Field Day. My sister Lauren had asthma and would sometimes need to use her inhaler after recess.
Fast forward about twenty years and I was exhausted and my body ached after walking around San Francisco for twenty minutes. Lauren was exhausted and her body ached too. The only difference she had just run a marathon. That's right a fricken marathon, that's 26.2 miles. She didn't walk this marathon, no, she ran her ass off and finished in four hours and thirty eight minutes. Take away fifteen minutes she waited in line at mile six and that's under four and a half hours (I told her she should have peed before the race started).
It's safe to say that she is now the "athlete" of the family and I couldn't be more proud of her. She is seriously amazing. She put her mind to it and trained hard and it all paid off. Lauren, I love you so much. I hope you know how proud I am and maybe even a little jealous of you.
Monday, September 29, 2008
I've come to realize over the last few months that I am in a sense a very selfish person. I unrealistically believe that I have had more problems/bad things happen to me in my life and at a younger age than most people. At one point I made a list of everything bad that has happened to me since I was 14 years old. The list was a page and a half long and realistically looking at it I knew that there were a lot more people with a lot longer of a list or at least a lot worse of things on it. Inside though I still want to believe that I've had a hard life.
Because of "all the horrible" things that have happened to me when things go wrong I internalize it. I feel like nobody else would understand and even if they did I don't want to bother them with my problems. It's almost like I want to keep these bad things to myself like it was a special gift for me and only me. I push everyone away, especially the ones that love me most.
I know that logically speaking all of this is crazy. That I'm crazy and yet I can't change it. I know when I am acting stupid and being "selfish" with my pain and yet I can't stop it. I've been working on "me" for about four years now and I think I've come a long way, but these little things just won't go away. There is really few things worse than being crazy and being able to identify that you are being crazy but not being able to stop it or change it. It's a very helpless feeling.
I don't want anyone to worry about me. Nothing has changed, I've been dealing with these feelings for a while now. I just figured that my blog isn't only for the happy moments but for all moments of my life.
Friday, September 19, 2008
We get in LAX tomorrow around three and then we'll pick up my dad at the train station before heading over to Dodger Stadium. I'm not sure what we are going to be doing on Sunday or Monday but one of those days I want to go to the beach. Tuesday it's Disneyland! I'm so excited! I think the last time I went to Disneyland was with my cousin Jill when I was fifteen. Then Wednesday we'll head back up to LAX and head home.
I guess it's back to getting ready. I need to pack, clean up the house, and put my itinerary together.
Wednesday, September 17, 2008
Tuesday, September 16, 2008
"I have faith. Faith in our wondrous capacity for hope and good, love and trust, healing and forgiveness. Faith in the blessing of our infinite ability to wonder, question, pray, feel, think and learn. I have faith. Faith in the infinite possibilities of the human spirit." -James Brown, Emmy-winning sportscaster and co-host of FOX NFL Sunday.
Thursday, September 4, 2008
#2: Everybody wanted to know what my bad day was all about a couple of weeks ago. Unfortunately it is work related and since we all know that blogs are not the most private of things I can't really go into detail about it all. All I can say is that there has been a lot of drama lately and I think it will continue on. I know the grass isn't always greener but I need to decide how brown my grass is getting at this point.
#3: Have you ever said something out loud that you meant to say in your head? Today a patient came in and I informed him that Dr. needed an updated health history. He gave me the typical patient response of "nothing has changed." Normally I explain that by law we have to have them fill a new one out every two years and I know its not very fun but I appreciate their willingness to comply and it's not so bad just a bunch of yes or no questions. Today though for some reason when he said that I just blurted out "well it shouldn't be that hard then huh" As soon as the words left my mouth I wished I could take them back. I pride myself on my excellent customer service and while most people don't think a comment like that is anything bad in my mind I might as well have slapped the patient in the face.
#4: I've been struggling a little bit with the two main rules in life; the golden rule (do unto others as you would have them do unto you) and follow your gut instincts. Every once in a while we will get a scrubby looking person come into the office, use the bathroom and leave. My instinct tells me they are going to use the bathroom to shoot up drugs or something but then I think what if that was Jesus would I not let him use the bathroom? Same thing goes for dealing with people there have been several incidences lately where I want to tell somebody they are being stupid, being a brat, or I don't want to listen to them any more because I don't care what they are talking about. Instead though I think if I were them I probably wouldn't want them to say those things to me so I keep my mouth shut.
#5: Russ and I are going to visit my dad in California in a couple of weeks and I'm really excited. We are going to go to Disneyland, go to the beach, and best of all get to see my dad. Yay us!
Monday, August 11, 2008
Monday, August 4, 2008
THINGS ON MY "TO DO" LIST... I need to call the woman in charge of my claim from my car accident and accept her offer, she's called me about five times and sent three letters already and I keep putting it off. Other than that not really anything. I guess get ready for camping this weekend.
A SNACK I ENJOY... It might be easier to list snacks I don't enjoy, LOL. I like most chips, sour candy, licorice (black and red), fruit, chocolate, bread, ice cream, cookies... the list could go on.
THINGS I WOULD DO IF I WERE A MILLIONAIRE... I would by a nice house in the Lynnwood area (that would probably be around 500,000) and pay off all my debt. If we didn't have any debt we would probably be doing pretty well for ourselves already...someday...
PLACES I HAVE LIVED... From birth to age three I lived in La Puenta, CA. Three to eight was in Whittier, CA. Eight to eighteen was in Redmond, WA in two different houses. When I was eighteen I lived in Lake City, WA for about six months, then back to Redmond, WA for six months. Nineteen was Kirkland, WA for six months then Bellevue, WA for eight months. Twenty took me back to Redmond for three months then Monroe for six months. Twenty one took me back to Redmond for four months. Then it was off to Everett where I've been ever since, a year in an apartment and then my townhouse where I am now, for the last three years. All that moving around should give you a little insight into how chaotic my life was for the first three years after I turned 18.
NOW FOR TAGGING... I know most people hate these thingies so whoever wants to do it go for it.
"I didn't think I was."
"How fast do you think you were going?"
"Like 67." Really I thought 70 but 67 sounded better.
"Your in a 60 zone. License and registration."
"Really?" as I hand him my license and registration.
He walks back to his car and comes back with the ticket. Didn't even really give me a chance to explain anything. He handed me the ticket, went through his little spiel about my options and started to walk off.
"It's really 60 here, cause I thought the last sign I saw said 65."
"Its 65 on the other side of Othello, this side is 60."
I was so angry, after he left I looked at the ticket and it said I was going 75mph! There is no way! If I was though it was because I had just passed somebody (for which the law states you are allowed to go 10 over the limit) and was in the process of slowing down. I don't know how he even got me on radar since he was going the opposite direction of me. I would totally go to court and explain myself since I didn't get the chance to with the cop except for Othello is like two and half/three hours away. So I'll pay the stupid ticket but you better believe I'll be sending in a letter explaining myself with it.
So now I have been pulled over three times and gotten a ticket three times. I don't know anybody else who hasn't gotten away without a ticket at least one time. I think I give off a vibe that makes cops hate me or something. I am very proud of myself though for not crying. The first time I got pulled over when I was sixteen I couldn't stop crying and the cop yelled at me to stop and that just made it worse. Then I made my dad drive all the way down to Tacoma to come get me because I didn't want to drive anymore The second time I managed to hold it together until the cop left and then I started bawling and made my boyfriend at the time come and get me and drive me to work. So this time when I didn't cry and was able to finish my long drive home I felt very mature.
Friday, August 1, 2008
Sunday, July 27, 2008
I can't remember the last time we went actual grocery shopping. Notice its pretty much just drinks in the fridge and mostly Russ' beer.
Normally there are clothes all over the floor but today was laundry day. Russ likes to say that my hamper "threw up" all over the closet.
I hate wearing shoes. I can't stand for my feet to be suffocating. If I had to choose a pair however it would be my basic black flip flops.
Monday, July 21, 2008
This is quickly becoming my new favorite show. I'd heard of it before but didn't really know what it was all about. I saw an ad On Demand for it and decided to give it a try since nothing else was on. It is AMAZING. Right now season one (13 episodes) are On Demand. I've watched 11 of the 13. Its about an ad agency in New York City in the year 1960. It's one of the those shows you can't stop thinking about all day long. Not having lived through the 60's I'm positive it is an accurate depiction of the era and will probably be devastated if I found out it wasn't. Everyone smokes and drinks (including pregnant women). All the business men have multiple affairs, the wives either truly don't know about or choose to ignore. The secretary's are treated like crap or whores. I get so angry when I watch it that I yell at the TV. I never really considered myself a feminist but I guess maybe that's because I never lived in a time when women were thought of as nothing. I think everybody should watch it and love it. The second season starts next week, the 27th I think and I can't wait.
Tuesday, July 15, 2008
Tuesday, July 8, 2008
One of the highlights of the weekend was sitting around sharing stories about my grandpa. My favorite was how he handled my dad. It turns out that my dad was quite the wild child in his youth (so that's where I get it from). When he would do something stupid my grandpa would simply say, "did you learn something from this" to which my dad would answer yes. "OK then." That was it, that simple. Now if it happened again then obviously something was not learned and he would have to sit down and give one of his "famous" lectures. He understood that in order to grow and learn some mistakes would need to be made and a punishment isn't always necessary. I know that my dad learned to be a great dad because of my grandpa's example. If my dad hadn't learned about compassion and forgiveness we never would have been able to have the close relationship that we did when I was a teenager. Even though we weren't close in his last years I know my grandpa loved me and that he's helping to watch over me now. Grandpa I love you so much!
Wednesday, July 2, 2008
Monday, June 23, 2008
Wednesday, June 4, 2008
Sunday, April 27, 2008
The first game went well with the guys team winning. Nothing too excited happened, a couple of the players on the opposite team were a little whiny but nothing big. Heather and I left about five minutes before the second game started to go and get some coffee and returned around the third inning. One of the wives who is the score keeper told us that we missed an almost fight between the two teams apparently the guys started mouthing off to each other. A few minutes after we got there the other teams pitcher and catcher kept complaining to the ump and making up rules and whatnot. Heather and I started to mouth off to them a little to just play the game and stop complaining. Apparently the catcher didn't like that very much because he told us to "shut the F*** up" and that he was "going to kick our a**" and so on. I said "oh that's great you're really going to cuss out a girl" and he got pretty upset and started to yell even more. Eventually the ump threw him out of the game. A minute later he started to head over in our direction so Heather got her phone out in case she needed to call 9-1-1. The dude was really scary. Fortunately he was only trying to talk to the ump and explain his case. Still, I don't think I've ever been as frightened by a man in my life as I was at that moment.
On a funnier note, Heather and I were talking and not paying attention when all of a sudden I hear "heads!" I look up and the ball is coming right for me. I leaned over on Heather and tried to push her over so I could get over but ended more on top off her so she couldn't move. The ball missed us by inches! It was pretty intense...Of course off all the spectators the ball would find it's way over to me and Heather.
Thursday, April 10, 2008
When I got to work on Wednesday feeling miserable everyone told me that I HAD to go and see the Dr. I finally gave in and called and they could see me in about two hours. I left work and told everyone I would be back around 1:00. The Dr. took one look at my non-tonsils and thought I had strep. She did a test and it came back negative but she didn't believe it was really negative. So she took another sample to send off to a lab and said we wouldn't find out for two more days. She said that if it is strep she didn't want me to be working with the public (since I'm kind of in a medical field) and so I couldn't go back to work today and I would have to continue missing work until we found out what it was. If it was strep I would have to take an antibiotic for 24 hours before I could return to work. Since she thought it was strep she said I could start taking the antibiotics now and be able to come to work Thursday. I chose that option. When I called work back to let them know I couldn't return I didn't get a very warm reception which frustrated me. The same people that insisted that I go see the Dr. were upset when I let them know the Dr. said I couldn't come back to work. My office manager spoke to my Dr. and they decided I shouldn't come back in, so I went home and slept for two hours.
I returned to work today going on 48 hours of not being able to eat or drink anything and completely drained. I just knew today was going to be a horrible day. I got a little worried when a patient who was mean to me last week came through the door. I was upset that I told him we needed to update his health history and threw a fit insisting he wasn't going to do it and throwing the clipboard down on the chair. So imagine my shock when he came bearing a dozen yellow roses with my name on them. He wanted to apologize for his behavior, he had a hard day that morning (a close friend had just passed away) and was taking it out on the wrong person. Of course I forgave him, I haven't gotten flowers from anyone but Russ in a long time. Then one of the assistants brought to my attention that we have a topical anesthetic spray that I could use. That stuff was sent from heaven. It tasted disgusting but with just a few sprays I was completely numb for two hours. I could now drink water!!!! I was never more grateful for something so simple.
Hopefully in a few more days I'll be able to eat some actual solid foods. I decided my first meal then will be a hot dog from Costco, a doughnut or churro, and warm chocolate chip cookies.
Friday, April 4, 2008
I saw him today and he asked me if I had been stretching, I told him not as much as he had asked me to but some. Then he told me to try and touch my toes and bend this way and that way, etc. He had me sit down and put my leg up on a chair (just doing that hurt) and then reach and try to touch my toes. I didnt get very far before I welled up with tears because it hurt so bad. He measured with a ruler and I was ten inches away from my toe. He had me sit there stretching for five minutes while we talked. I told him that a lot of times at night when I stretched before bed it made the symptoms worse. He explained that I was stretching to hard, to go slow at first. He said that my muscles are wound way to tight and began to demonstrate (I really think he was just showing off) how most of the population can touch their toes with ease. He told me he wanted me to take at least five minutes at least three times a day (morning, noon, and night) and stretch,stretch,stretch. My eyes were welling up with tears the entire time he was talking and I finally broke down at this point and started crying. I asked him if he really thought it was realistic for me to do this. I have trouble waking up in the morning as is (thats a whole other problem I've been overwhelmed with lately) and have about ten minutes to get ready. It's not realistic to say while at work I can sit in the break room doing stretches in front of everyone. Which only leaves the night which I realistically could do while watching TV. I don't think he knew how to respond to me tears. He asked why I was crying and I told him its because I've been having this pain for almost five years now and I was tired of it. Being told to stretch all the time and the pain "should" go away wasn't something I really wanted to hear. I wanted a concrete this is why you hurt do this and you'll be better. He said that if I really wanted he could refer me to get another MRI done on my lower back this time and if nothing showed up we would know that he was right (what an ass!)
At the end of the five minutes he explained that after that much time of stretching you should have at least a three inch improvement in your reach. We tried again and I was at nine inches, I gained one inch. He kind of laughed at me and said well, just keep stretching. Again, not what I wanted to hear and especially didnt want to be laughed at about it. I started to cry again, he handed me a tissue and said he would meet me up front. I walked out into a waiting room full of people with red, puffy eyes and tear stained cheeks. I was humiliated. It's Dr.'s like that that make me want to purposely not stretch because I dont want him to be right. He was so arrogant and uncaring, not the type of Dr. I need or want in my life.
I will stretch as much as I can and I do hope that it will help, that its all that simple but I will not give him any credit for it....butt hole.
Monday, March 24, 2008
It wasn't my favorite musical and the second half was a little slow, but it was really fun. It was interesting how they made all the Abba songs fit into the story line so easily. I didn't know Abba even had that many songs. Poor Russ suffered through it all (thank goodness they serve beer before the show and at intermission) and didn't even complain.
Thursday, March 13, 2008
1. Got my own new shiny super cool bowling ball! Its red, white and black and the holes were drilled especially for my tiny little fingers and its ten pounds which you may think isn't very heavy but for this scrawny weakling it is. I love it though!
2. My ribs keep popping out of place! For about six weeks now I've been battling them to go back in with chiro and massage. It was getting better until Tuesday when I sneezed really hard and out they came again. It hurt so bad! I saw chiro that night and they adjusted me but it still didn't feel quite right. Yesterday the pain was tolerable but this morning I woke up and thought I was going to die. I couldn't even hook my bra myself and it hurt really bad trying to put my shirt on. I took 800mg of ibuprofen when I got to work and iced it. I have another appointment with chiro tonight. Hopefully they fix me this time.
3. I finally got my hair cut after like six months of letting it get gross and icky. I only cut a few inches (it falls right below my shoulders). I decided I look like Monica from friends around the time of Ross' wedding (to Emily).
4. I recently started helping out at Gentle Dental on Fridays. This has been really hard since I don't get my Friday play time in with Heather anymore.
5. I have recently been offered a job at two different dental offices. I'm not really sure to do about this, I have a lot of soul searching to do about this.
6. Heather's birthday is coming up and I'm not sure what to get her. I have some ideas but I'm not quite sure about what to do. Again, a lot of soul searching to do about this.
7. I almost talked myself into getting a puppy. It was the cutes little puggle that I ever did see. Thankfully Russ stood strong and wouldn't give me a "Yes" answer which I knew meant "No." It was the right decision. We do not need to be spending $600 on a dog right now.
8. It recently came to my attention that this September will be ten years that Heather and I have been friends. I decided that people go all out for anniversaries of relationships with boyfriends and husbands but never celebrate friendships. I decided that Heather and I need to something big to celebrate our ten year anniversary cause I think its a big deal. The only other people that have been in my life that long are family members and I think that says a lot. I'm not sure she's completely on board yet but I'm trying to convince her to go to California with me.
That about sums up my life right now. Hopefully I'll be more diligent about writing so I don't have to play "catch up" anymore.
Sunday, February 24, 2008
I did some research on the internet and it explains pretty much all of my symptoms. I also found that if gone untreated for too long it can effect your nervous system and become other diseases such as Alzheimer's (which runs in my family, both my great grandma and grandma had it). I'm supposed to take 1000 mcg a day (normal is 6mcg daily) for eight weeks and then have my blood retested to see if my body is absorbing it. I've been taking it for a week now and no sign of improvement but I think it will take a while to see results.
I just want to thank my husband and family and friends for putting up with me lately. I am a very cranky girl when I am tired which is all the time lately. My husband has picked up a lot of slack around the house when I can't force myself to get up and make dinner or clean up. He never gets frustrated with me. Just makes me a frozen pizza and gives me a kiss. I love him very much and can't even begin to explain how grateful I am for finding him. He really is amazing.
Wednesday, February 6, 2008
Now if this was a guy my age or even a little older I would have told him how inappropriate he was being but how do you say that to someone who could be my grandpa? When I told Russ the story he just laughed and said "that's funny." I was like it's not funny its disturbing!