I can't believe its already the end of October. And with the end of October brings my least favorite holiday...Halloween. Yup, i said it. I hate halloween. I dont think I hated it growing up. Although i must admit, costumes were never quite as cool covered up with big jackets and scarfs. Down here in Houston, its still 80 degrees so kids can pick whatever costume they want and not have to winterize it. I remember being a Hula girl one year and wearing a turtleneck and jeans under the costume. I cant be positive, but I'm pretty sure they don't even sell turtlenecks in Hawaii. When we lived in an apartment, i had a good reason not to participate in Halloween...usually no one went around to the apartments asking for candy. However, last year, when we moved to Houston, Ryan was overjoyed by the prospect of giving out candy. I was less than thrilled at having to listen to kids shrieking at the door all night for candy. As most people know, i'm not a fan of children 99% of the time. I want to have kids (not any time soon of course), and I think my friends kids are super cute and adorable. I just like being able to walk away from them when i've had my fill. I'm pretty sure this stems from me being so obnoxious as a child. The dogs are good training wheels for me at this point in life. And so, we stocked up on candy again this year to hand out to the same kids that play in the middle of the street when i'm trying to drive down the road...yup, i remember doing that too. To add to the joy, the dogs bark at anyone walking by the house, so i can't wait to listen to them bark all night when people are actually ringing the doorbell! Sigh.
In the past few weeks, a couple mildly amusing events have occurred. In the world of medical updates, to make a long story short, I was having pain in my chest for several days and was told by my nurse on retainer (Erin) that i should go to the ER and get checked out. Ryan was thrilled at the prospect of getting to spend another night in the ER! So, off we go. Of course, with everyone in Houston thinking they have swine flu, i was prepared for hours of wait time. However, I forgot that when you say chest pain, they roll out the red carpet and usher you right in. Of course they have to stick about 10 monitor leads on me which required me to take my shirt off in the triage room. Great. The door to the waiting room only opened about 59 times. Note to self....increase work out routine, you still look like a fatty! After answering a million questions, the nurse proceeds to put three wrist bands on me. One with my allergies to meds, one with my basic info and one that said "Limb Alert." I wasn't clear if that was alerting them to the fact that i have all my limbs....but after making that joke, she clarified for me that it means i have an issue with one of my limbs, in my case, the blood clot. She didnt seem to appreciate my humor. That is until ryan pipes up and asks if she can give me "The purple wrist band." She cracks up at this. I'm confused. I say, what is the purple for? She smiles and says "It means Do Not Resuscitate." How amusing for them. At this point, the nurse came in to start my IV. I'm pretty sure this is the first thing you learn when you go to nursing school. Now, I dont know how to do it, but i do know that when you start the IV, you make sure that the line is cinched off. This lady puts the IV in and as soon as she does it, blood comes spurting out the end like a fountain. I am laughing and she is getting mad because its making it come out faster. Ryan is as white as a sheet...thats what he gets for his DNR joke. So now there is blood all over the chair, my pants, and my shirt that was in my lap. They decide to take me to a room...things are off to a super start. Thankfully, nothing serious was wrong. They discharged me with non-specific chest pain....which really means they just didnt know what was wrong with me. Most people dont.
The next night Ryan tells me my laptop is broken. This of course pisses me off and I'm certain he's wrong. I plug it in, no power seems to be getting to it. This is likely because of the three sections of electrical tape that is holding the wires together after Austin chewed it on several occasions. I take the battery out, put it back in, press the power button about a hundred times. Still nothing. I reach over to unplug the cable from the wall and get electrocuted! No joke. None of this static electricity shock, the damn thing jolts my arm and i can't release my grip. Of course I scream, causing the dogs to come racing in and Ryan is laughing at me. It was time to call it a night and go to bed.
This past weekend, i was looking forward to doing what i do best...being lazy. I had just woken up from a lovely morning nap when i opened my eyes and see a Chihuahua in my living room. WTF?!? I get up and watch the rat dog scamper outside and see another unfamiliar dog outside. They both go running over to the fence and sneak under a hole that they had escaped through. For those who aren't aware, our neighbors have about 5 dogs that literally bark all day and most of the night. I walk over to their house, intending to be a good neighbor and say "hey, your lovely dogs dug under the fence." No one answered. So left a polite note saying they needed to fix the fence. This was about 11am. I see them several times throughout the day, no response to my note, nor do they fix the fence. Two more times that day their annoying dogs were in our backyard antagonizing Austin. The next day, same thing. Finally, two days later, they put up another piece of wood to block the hole. Pretty ghetto. Hopefully Austin gets hungry and just eats the little rat next time he scampers over.
Well, thats what I've been up to the past couple weeks. Ryan has been sick since yesterday. He's not sick often, but when he is, he's a big baby. Being the good fiance, I offer to go to CVS to get him cold medicine. Now, I get that certain medicines these days require you to sign your life away back in the pharmacy so you dont make meth out of it or whatever other crazy things kids do with it. Though i must note, i can barely tolerate taking the recommended dose, much less drinking a whole bottle of that crap. In any case, I get the standard NyQuil and take it up to the register along with a couple other misc items. The lady looks at me, looks at the Nyquil and says she needs to see my ID. I'm like, "come again?" She says, "Ma'am I have to check your ID because you have to be 18 to buy any cold medicine." HA HA, are you kidding me? I get that i look young for my age, but under 18?? Really? On a Sunday night in my sweats and no make up? I hand her my ID and she reads it over and hands it back to me with a smile, "Thanks!" I'm hoping he makes a quick recovery otherwise he can go and get his own quasi illegal medicine.
And in wedding related news...we sent out the save the dates today. If you dont get one, it probably means we dont like you. Kidding....mostly. :)
Monday, October 26, 2009
Sunday, October 11, 2009
Clarification
It has been brought to my attention that I perhaps was a bit too presumptuous by indicating I had won the Groves football pool. This is incorrect as the game tomorrow could bump me back to second place. My apologies to my dearest Uncle Tom.
To add to this clarification, i thought I'd also include one last ridiculous event that happened last monday in the on-going saga of my blood clot. With still no resolution for my blood clot, I had one last test to have done, a CT Angiogram. I arrived expecting an hour wait as usual, but was surprised to be called back after just 15 minutes. All went well as she explained the procedure, put the iodine in my arm (which makes you feel like you're peeing your pants for those who have never had it!) and in 10 minutes, I was done. I departed for work and forgot all about the test. About an hour later, as I was sitting in my office, my neck and head started to itch. I didnt think much about it until it got to the point where my whole neck and back also started to itch. My boss walked in at that moment and looked at me and said..."uhh, what's going on with your face?" I pulled out my mirror and realized I had hives all over my face. LOVELY. Ahh yes, I remembered the conversation earlier that morning when the CT Tech noticed I was allergic to Shellfish and noted that "sometimes people who have shellfish allergies will have a reaction to the iodine." Isn't that my luck. I proceeded to beg my coworker for benedryl and contact my dial-a-nurse (also known as registry nazi) to see how long these hives would be on my face given I had was set to see all my HR co-workers from around the globe in 24 hours. Upon my return home, Ryan laughed at me and told me if we survived by natural selection, i'd be out of luck. Sigh. Tuesday morning most the hives were gone and the ones that weren't were covered up by makeup so I arrived to the conference looking fabulous as usual ;)
To add to this clarification, i thought I'd also include one last ridiculous event that happened last monday in the on-going saga of my blood clot. With still no resolution for my blood clot, I had one last test to have done, a CT Angiogram. I arrived expecting an hour wait as usual, but was surprised to be called back after just 15 minutes. All went well as she explained the procedure, put the iodine in my arm (which makes you feel like you're peeing your pants for those who have never had it!) and in 10 minutes, I was done. I departed for work and forgot all about the test. About an hour later, as I was sitting in my office, my neck and head started to itch. I didnt think much about it until it got to the point where my whole neck and back also started to itch. My boss walked in at that moment and looked at me and said..."uhh, what's going on with your face?" I pulled out my mirror and realized I had hives all over my face. LOVELY. Ahh yes, I remembered the conversation earlier that morning when the CT Tech noticed I was allergic to Shellfish and noted that "sometimes people who have shellfish allergies will have a reaction to the iodine." Isn't that my luck. I proceeded to beg my coworker for benedryl and contact my dial-a-nurse (also known as registry nazi) to see how long these hives would be on my face given I had was set to see all my HR co-workers from around the globe in 24 hours. Upon my return home, Ryan laughed at me and told me if we survived by natural selection, i'd be out of luck. Sigh. Tuesday morning most the hives were gone and the ones that weren't were covered up by makeup so I arrived to the conference looking fabulous as usual ;)
Two weeks of Shenanigans
It's been a lengthy two weeks so i shall share the highlights by categories for your amusement, yet somehow, none of the events in this post have anything to do with my wedding (8 months away as of today!). It's been a good lazy Sunday...full of excellent sports. Plus, as an added bonus, Colts are the SNF game so i get to watch them down here in Texas...yahoo! In news of the Groves Football Pool, I won the week, and bragging rights until next week...although my cousin came close to snatching victory from me.
On the workout front - the elliptical was fixed and I was back on the path to a svelte wedding body. Still no tennis shoes, so yes, the workout continued with my Uggs. Things were going well until last Saturday. I was sneaking a workout in before Ryan and I were headed out for the night. Things were going fine until I got done, felt sick to my stomach and proceeded to puke in the kitchen sink. While I'd like to believe i was sick due to an extremely vigorous workout, the cause was more likely the 2 ding dongs i had snarfed down just minuted before my workout. Indeed, i needed to buckle down with my discipline.
On the dog eating me out of house and home front - Austin continues to eat everything he can find. I should just throw money on the ground and let him eat that...it would save me having to clean up after him. Last week he ate both the window sills off the entry way windows. Yesterday he managed to get one of my few remaining flip flops off the bathroom sink and woke me up by dropping the remains on my face. And finally, on Thursday, after i returned home from a work trip, i made the foolish mistake of leaving my suitcase on the floor and woke to him having eaten the leather off the handle. Note to self, add luggage to the wedding registry. For those not aware, Austin is the dog that I acquired shortly after moving to Texas. I was lucky enough to be inducted into Texas culture by attending a livestock auction for work. Yes, that is right folks. During the auction, i was provided free beer all day and on the way out, a woman selling puppies for $5 caught me in a weak (drunk) moment and I snatched up the cute little puppy. I suggested to Ryan that we name him Miller Lite since that was how we came to adopt him. Somehow, Ryan didnt see the humor in that and we settled on Austin.
In travel news - Most of you who know me, know that I have the worst luck when traveling. However, I had been on a run of good luck until Thursday. After being in Annapolis all week for work, my co-workers and I had a late flight back into Houston on Thursday night. We were scheduled to arrive at 9:45. I was hoping to get home and be in bed by 11. We boarded the flight on time, landed on time...I was a happy camper. I told co-worker Chris to go ahead and go home and I would ride back to the office with our new co-worker Lori to get my car. We proceeded to the luggage claim, grabbed our bags and I thought we were off. I asked Lori where her car was located and she confidently replied, C2 garage. Great, we started walking. As we walked into the garage, she gave me a funny look and said "This doesnt look right." Lori has just moved to Houston (big mistake there) so hasn't flown out of the airport before. I said, no worries, there are three C garages, perhaps its one of the others. So, back to the other garages we go. Each garage was the same reaction..."This doesnt look right." After an hour of walking around, in the 85 degree heat and humidity of 100%, we decided to call the parking security office. I explain the situation and the lady says, no problem, we inventory the cars each night. I'm thinking, that job has to suck. She tells me that all she needs is the license plate number and they can locate it. Relieved, I tell Lori, and she says she has no clue what her plates are. We are both about to cry at this point. So, our only option left is to have parking security officer deputy dog drive us around every garage - oh by the way, there are 7 garages, each having 6 floors. At this point, it is midnight and I am ready to call it a day, but dont want to be rude. Lori tells me to take a cab and go home. I feel bad, but do not look a gift horse in the mouth. Deputy dog drives me over to the taxi stand and I hop in. I tell the guy where I'm going and he attempts to put the address in the GPS while driving. I tell him, buddy, no need for GPS i know where i'm going, but he ignores me and continues to fumble with GPS, mumbling under his breath. Finally he gives up and says sorry "I just woke up a bit ago for my shift." I"m like, SUPER...perhaps he can fall asleep while driving like a previous cab ride i had a couple years ago! Things were mostly non-eventful until we got about 10 minutes away from my office and the cabbie almost merged into a motorcycle rider. The motorcycle rider had been next to us for almost 5 minutes, but clearly my sleepy cabbie had not been paying attention. I yell and he swerves back left and then starts yelling about how the guy came out of nowhere. Uhhh, if by no where you mean in your blindspot! Finally, at 1:15am, I arrive at my car, pay the crazy cabbie and head home...this is why my mother doesn't like me taking cab rides. Of course, upon arrival, my ferocious guard dogs start barking and wake Ryan up. So much for being quiet. I drop my suitcase (see previous post about dog eating handle off), take out my contacts and crawl into bed at 2am. The alarm at 6am was brutal.
On the workout front - the elliptical was fixed and I was back on the path to a svelte wedding body. Still no tennis shoes, so yes, the workout continued with my Uggs. Things were going well until last Saturday. I was sneaking a workout in before Ryan and I were headed out for the night. Things were going fine until I got done, felt sick to my stomach and proceeded to puke in the kitchen sink. While I'd like to believe i was sick due to an extremely vigorous workout, the cause was more likely the 2 ding dongs i had snarfed down just minuted before my workout. Indeed, i needed to buckle down with my discipline.
On the dog eating me out of house and home front - Austin continues to eat everything he can find. I should just throw money on the ground and let him eat that...it would save me having to clean up after him. Last week he ate both the window sills off the entry way windows. Yesterday he managed to get one of my few remaining flip flops off the bathroom sink and woke me up by dropping the remains on my face. And finally, on Thursday, after i returned home from a work trip, i made the foolish mistake of leaving my suitcase on the floor and woke to him having eaten the leather off the handle. Note to self, add luggage to the wedding registry. For those not aware, Austin is the dog that I acquired shortly after moving to Texas. I was lucky enough to be inducted into Texas culture by attending a livestock auction for work. Yes, that is right folks. During the auction, i was provided free beer all day and on the way out, a woman selling puppies for $5 caught me in a weak (drunk) moment and I snatched up the cute little puppy. I suggested to Ryan that we name him Miller Lite since that was how we came to adopt him. Somehow, Ryan didnt see the humor in that and we settled on Austin.
In travel news - Most of you who know me, know that I have the worst luck when traveling. However, I had been on a run of good luck until Thursday. After being in Annapolis all week for work, my co-workers and I had a late flight back into Houston on Thursday night. We were scheduled to arrive at 9:45. I was hoping to get home and be in bed by 11. We boarded the flight on time, landed on time...I was a happy camper. I told co-worker Chris to go ahead and go home and I would ride back to the office with our new co-worker Lori to get my car. We proceeded to the luggage claim, grabbed our bags and I thought we were off. I asked Lori where her car was located and she confidently replied, C2 garage. Great, we started walking. As we walked into the garage, she gave me a funny look and said "This doesnt look right." Lori has just moved to Houston (big mistake there) so hasn't flown out of the airport before. I said, no worries, there are three C garages, perhaps its one of the others. So, back to the other garages we go. Each garage was the same reaction..."This doesnt look right." After an hour of walking around, in the 85 degree heat and humidity of 100%, we decided to call the parking security office. I explain the situation and the lady says, no problem, we inventory the cars each night. I'm thinking, that job has to suck. She tells me that all she needs is the license plate number and they can locate it. Relieved, I tell Lori, and she says she has no clue what her plates are. We are both about to cry at this point. So, our only option left is to have parking security officer deputy dog drive us around every garage - oh by the way, there are 7 garages, each having 6 floors. At this point, it is midnight and I am ready to call it a day, but dont want to be rude. Lori tells me to take a cab and go home. I feel bad, but do not look a gift horse in the mouth. Deputy dog drives me over to the taxi stand and I hop in. I tell the guy where I'm going and he attempts to put the address in the GPS while driving. I tell him, buddy, no need for GPS i know where i'm going, but he ignores me and continues to fumble with GPS, mumbling under his breath. Finally he gives up and says sorry "I just woke up a bit ago for my shift." I"m like, SUPER...perhaps he can fall asleep while driving like a previous cab ride i had a couple years ago! Things were mostly non-eventful until we got about 10 minutes away from my office and the cabbie almost merged into a motorcycle rider. The motorcycle rider had been next to us for almost 5 minutes, but clearly my sleepy cabbie had not been paying attention. I yell and he swerves back left and then starts yelling about how the guy came out of nowhere. Uhhh, if by no where you mean in your blindspot! Finally, at 1:15am, I arrive at my car, pay the crazy cabbie and head home...this is why my mother doesn't like me taking cab rides. Of course, upon arrival, my ferocious guard dogs start barking and wake Ryan up. So much for being quiet. I drop my suitcase (see previous post about dog eating handle off), take out my contacts and crawl into bed at 2am. The alarm at 6am was brutal.
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