Hostile Blog

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. :)