I know I'm rare, You stop & stare.

Finished with classes, off work for a day, & finally able to blog. Here I am with my pumpkin flavored coffee & coffee creamer. My obsession is getting a little ridiculous. I had to stock up on pumpkin things since they're are only seasonal. I've been thinking about how I have abandoned you all; not sure how you function properly without my blog:) Believe you me (what does that even mean?), there is so much I've wanted to share. However, I've been a little Van Gough, Picasso, DaVinci, if I may, these past few weeks! Ha. Getting ready for Christmas time & presents! It seems as if I am still in the 3rd grade homemaking gifts. Hah. One problem is that I paint a canvas, then I grow to it, and don't want to give them up! In addition, I've been a working machine with all the beautiful babies & tots! OMG, I love them so much. Someone left a newborn, barely a wk old, in a bag on the street. Thank the Lord up above, someone found it, & took it to the hospital. It just so happened to be on our unit!! Yayay! A horrible situation, but a beautiful baby boy, who a week later, is already in loving, adoring hands of a foster family. It's shocking how many patients we have with broken homes, or not even having a home. There's no doubt that they get enough love on our unit. All the nurses, doctors, assistants I work with are AMAZING.

MY BIRTHDAY IS IN 14dys!!! Yipppee dooo dahhh day!

Grades should be released today. Hmm. I'm no shining star this time- B's & a C that I "earned". My classes weren't even really hard, but there was ZERO effective communication throughout the whole semester. My old people class, whom the Geriatric, herself, teaches was beyond ridic. I read all the chapters, PowerPoint's, & kind of went to class. You're thinking- there's your problem. No sir. She scurries along like a little mouse with a low voice. She makes no sense, & probably could be diagnosed with dementia. Aw, JK. These teachers are stuck in 1989. They probably still use an ENIAC, nah, that was invented in 1946. They at least use a:

Hahhahahahha. Well the last class I missed, they put on gloves & glasses with yellow lenses to see what it's like to be an elder. Really? I pay my own $tuition$ for that? Peace out. See ya old lady! (Sorry for being insensitive to the elder population, it's just her that I don't like). I went to the next class in which we watched "A Trip to Bountiful", a movie we could all go on living a wonderful life without ever seeing. 25Q's on our final came from those 2 classes. Ug. In the middle of the movie, she puts out 50 study guides for the final. I sit in the middle & never saw her lay them down. I checked when I walked in for notes, but there weren't any. She doesn't post them on the net like every other professor. I asked her about them at the end of the class. She informs me that only 50ppl come to class every Mon., so that's all she brought. Also, she would not be posting it on the net. I send her a respectful email letting her know in no way is it fair to only pass out 50 guides when an easy 80 people were at class, and then not post it? No ma'am. She replies find one & make a copy. Puhhhhhhh.

As a child, my sister Ry, taught me the necessities...how to tie my shoes, ride a bike, braid hair (hahahha, braid!). Before you read this story, keep in mind that I was premature, in which I like to blame for all my ill-logicalness (not a word, I know) & slow to catch on jokes. Hey, it can impair your cognitive ability. I was a good 9yrs old when I learned how to ride a 2wheel bike. I didn't even have stinking training wheels- it was straight up red tricycle. Spring break 1994ish, my older sister is babysitting Ry & I. By that I mean, letting us do anything we want. Until age 12, we were only allowed to ride our bikes in the yard...OH HOW FUN, Dad! The little devils we were, we're cruising up & down Snow Dr. Alriggggggggght! Then............see a blinker, a car, oh a car we recognize, oh no, it 's Dad & my 2 uncles arriving WAY early from work. We have done it now! I'm in the middle of road pedaling my chipped red tricycle like a son of a gun! Ry's on some Huffy 12 or something, haha. "Girls!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! Go to your room. CLEAN IT! I'll be in there in five." One huge hand print later on the bum, I am crying my eyes out. "Stop crying. I'll do it again." Hahhaha. Dang, Dad. You weren't in the military, eh? That was the only time we really couldn't sit down after a spanking. He used to threaten it, & I tell you what, OUCH!

'Tis the season...for nosebleeds. This stupid hot/cold/humid/dry weather has me all out of wack. Nosebleed here, nosebleed there, nosebleed everywhere! Man o man. Hope no one thinks I have a recreational drug problem. Hah. Yes, I would be worried about that. My recycling habit has become a little obsessive. It consumes my life. I've got to stop. "My name is Megan, & I'm addicted to recycling."

I hit a car last Friday. No biggie. Around 612a, I defrosting my car for work. After it all clears up, I reverse. Pladunk (that's the sound of me hitting a truck). The little punk made his own parking space. I'm not sure if I couldn't see it b/c it was navy or if I just wasn't paying attention. Ha. He already had a dent, I think, so I drove away. Now my car...another 'ole bumper mark! Dang it!

Last story, promise....This past summer I was at a coffee shop doing a little studying, just enjoying my scone & amaretto expresso something. I walk out, hop in the car. As a buckle, I see a note on my windshield. That's really the most embarrassing part. I hate having to get things off the windshield after I've already hopped in. It's a little note explaining that someone side swiped my car!!! Embarrassing moment #2- having to look at my car in front of everyone. Well, you sure did, missy. Really, I think the only reason she even left a note is b/c she saw my lab coat for nursing school, which resembles the med students, & she herself was a med student. Leaves a number for me to call. 4 anxiety attacks later, I muster up the courage to call her. 'Hey, this is Megan. I think you hit my car?!" hahha. She doesn't want to claim it on her insurance; she'll just pay out of pocket. I have it appraised. With $798 worth of damage, I'm too embarrassed to ask someone for that kind of mulah, so I never called back. Six months later, I'm thinking that was a dumb decision. It's my car with red scratches. My freaking car is white!!! Just pray Little Honda makes it another yr or so! I'll still get out of her with my head held high with scratches, dents, scrapes from buggies. hhahahah.

Okay, I'm done! Be back soon!

Do's & Don'ts

Oh my word, all the things I need to share with you! It has been quite the adventure, my life. Don't act surprised.

My 18hr ride with Mom, Grandma, & Aunt to TX went surprisingly great! (I didn't doubt it would, but you never know.) It was the complete Adventures of the Ya-Ya Sisterhood! Fun, drinking, feuding, old ladies, ..haha. Seven long yrs have passed since my last road trip to the cowboy state, but I remembered everything like it was yesterday. The 25 mile bridge with swampy, alligator infested waters, the city of Houston with it's roller coaster of freeways, overpasses, & interstate, the outrageous #s of Whataburger's. As an 'adult', I'm still just as scared as I was as a tot of the architecture in Houston. Agoraphobic, that's me. Just another noun to add to my labels.

Scared and excited at the same time, I was anxious about joining in with the cousins, worrying about if I would fit in and such.My sister backed out at the last minute. Hey, what are they for? They took me in as if I were their own & as if we had hung out last wk. We surely missed out during our childhood/teenage yrs. We could have caused some damage! Rockport, TX is a gorgeous place! It's a small town like my own hometown, but there is so much to offer. The water & views are priceless. Tourism is a big hit, but they still keep their small town mentality. One grocery store & a Wal-Mart with lots of condos!!! Kind of peculiar.

You should recall how wonderful my Grandma is. She comes into town, and it's amazing just to see how much love she has for everyone. Cousins, neices, nephews, siblings all come together. Mind you Grandma is 74, kicking it like she's 34. I learned more about family history on the road. She worked in a burn unit for 7yrs! I just can't help but admire her more & more everyday. A burn unit? I'm afraid my Special Care Unit will be the highest acuity in which I'll attempt to work. It takes a certain personality to be able to work in a burn unit, especially in a huge hospital in Galveston. All of my life she has worked in the OR and L&D, which is also highly respectable. I feel like we have our special bond since I will, hopefully, follow in her footsteps with our careers. I've been aware of her humongous, extremely forgiving, family-bound heart for yrs, but her work on a burn unit just opened a whole new doorway. Seems silly, but since she is older (sorry!), it's easy to forget that she too once was young bouncing around a hospital, elbow deep in IVs, meds, poop. (hah, it's true.)

Off track, surprise. The wedding was absolutely stunning! Beautiful bride, handsome groom, great wedding party! I looked at my grandma in the food line, dancing already! The champagne effects didn't take too long to kick in. Of course, I don't think it took too long for any of us. We were all Dancing in the Moonlight before long. My cousin sang "Ava Maria" & "At Last" Yes, she's phenomenal. American Idol, can I get a vote?

Basically, my family is beautiful and always has the best time. Duh! If you couldn't tell that by now, you need not read any further! JK!

Time to depart came all too soon :( 18hrs away back to Alabama, we go. This was the turning point-where we all kind of stopped liking each other. Mom was being unpleasant. We got lost. My iPOD had low battery. Grandma wanted kid's meal from Krystals, after I proceeded to tell her they do not sell those, but that I would get exactly what she wanted. "Just get me a kid's meal", she would say. Finally, I said, "OKAY Grandma." We had to stop at every specialy meat place there was. Gurosss! I don't even like jerky, weird sausage, dried up meat products. Aggravated just a little, I say just take me to McDonald's, one of the biggest mistakes of my life. Not a fan. Never really have been, and DEFINITELY never will be. 24hrs later, somebody' got a case of freaking Shigella. Not really, but some severe food poisoning.

Very unpleasant. I couldn't even keep ice chips down. We made the wise decision to admit me into the hospital...ON THANKSGIVING! It's my favorite holiday! Are you kidding me? Please, say you're kidding. It's even worse being in nursing school because I'm watching everyone like a hawk, every move, every breath. Hah..stalker. I had to give every kind of 'sample' in the book. "OH, you are sick..I've never seen this before...I showed it to the other nurses...They've never seen it either...blah blah." Please, spare my dignity. A girl I graduated with had to wheel me down to XRay. I'm pretty stubborn too, so that was the last on my To-Do List. Mom & Dad saw each other. AWKWARD. My sister & ex-boyfriend had to be cordial. You could smell the awkwardness. The whole family visited, which was very nice!!..even though they had just stuffed their faces with turkey dinner while I forced jello down my throat. Bitterness? Nah. I shed a few lbs. over this, & that's enough to satisfy me.

Bed time. "I'll take the Phenergan, now." Knock, knock, the nurse enters, walks closer & closer, reaches for my IV. "Oh, I forgot to dilute it. I'll be right back." WHAT!!! Great, send me into a code and burn all my veins out; I don't need them. Then, of course, story of my life, I have an adverse reaction- dystonia movements. It's kind of like dyskinesia, uncontrolled moving of the muscles, especially in the limbs. Patients with Parkinson's experience this or it's caused by antipsychotics. For an hour, I looked like I was doing the Thriller dance. It was one of the most horrible times of my life. The phenergan was trying to knock me out, but the muscle contracting wouldn't let me. One of the nurses says it's probably your potassium. Had I been in my right mind, I would have said, no, you're wrong. I just took a medicine that causes extreme drowsiness, but all of a sudden, my muscles are contracting from low K+? Who are these people taking care of me? Eventually, I passed out. My doc said I should have asked for an order of Benadryl to immediately reverse those effects. Dang! I feel like the nurse should have used her critical thinking skills to solve the problem. 4 cans of chicken broth later, here I am, wondering how to make a pumpkin pie! Ha. I am grateful for the 5 bags of Lactated Ringer's within 24hrs, & the nurses really did do a good job in aiding with my recovery.

I must warn you: I've only had 2 cases of food poisoning, which were both severe enough to be hospitalized, and both were from MCDONALD's. Yeah, think twice about driving in for that $1 menu at Mickey D's. Two different states, two different items in two years. DONE! I'm done. No mas para mí. Nunca!

I hope I didn't overwhelm you all! I'll be back soon!
Love!

Somebody's Got a Case of the Monnnndays!

Thanksgiving is almost here! Yippee do da day! Everyone tends to forget about this glorious holiday! They go from Oct 31 to Dec 25 in one day. Give it a rest. Let's enjoy turkey, stuffing, and cranberry sauce before we start jingling bells. I'm enjoying my Pumpkin Spice coffee right now from Starbucks. Yum! My fav. Pumpkin pie, pumpkin pie coffee creamer, egg nog, etc. I love it all, even pumpkin seeds.

Last week, I put in a good 56 hours of work, clinical, & school-estimating, of course. What will I ever do as a nurse? Either 3 12s or 7 8s. So I could work 3 days and be off for 4 or work 7, off 7. Both have their pros/cons. I'm still loving my job- probably attaching myself too much to the children, especially the ones that have been there for a long time.

Clinical last Friday consisted of little 'ole me in the back of a rescue truck for the fire department. The first call we received ended up being a code!!! I actually assisted in saving a life, which is rewarding! I was in control of the ambu bag for 20+ minutes! (Silly that I'm so excited!) I was so scared, but couldn't really show my nerves in front all these medics/firemen. It was an intense moment, I tell you. I accidentally let the four letter s word slip! It was under my breath, but the ambu bag came unhooked from the tube! I freaked out for a mini-second...then had to freak out that my language was inappropriate. Only one guy heard me, and he was a Donny Wahlberg look-a-like (meaning I didn't feel too bad b/c I just thought of New Kids on the Block!) He laughed as I apologized 32x, telling him not to tell anyone I said that! Hahha. The patient revived, thank goodness!

Pun Pun Pun. Oh, how I love thee. I thrive off of getting a pun in whenever I can during conversation. It's so gratifying that my brain can think of things so fast because I've never been that girl with the good comebacks. Growing up, I was probably more like the 'sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me ...blah blah"- knowing I over analyzed anything that could be the least bit critical! We were talking about 'boils' the other day. In the medical setting, mind you, no dignity, pride, shame is allowed. Words that would humiliate you to say become frequent vocabulary. Well, questions were being asked about the 'boil', so I spat off with, "Well, what it all boils down to..." Hahahahhahahah. Please laugh because that pun, my dear, is HILARIOUS!

GRACE is a word never used to describe me. No one has ever said I was graceful, nor have I ever thought of myself as graceful. You know, you dress all up, look like the classy lady you are, and then...you get toothpaste on your dress or deodorant on the side of your sweater. However, I will say that I never get spinach in my teeth, which is the 'ideal' embarrassment, right? Garbage sometimes flows from my mouth, and I want to shove it all back in instantly. Foot in mouth is a big problem of mine. Here goes:

In the wonderful world of Facebook, we all become a little overzealous, I shall say. We start finalizing relationships by our relationship status, comparing pictures from the weekend, and find out the latest gossip. I can recall a time of not knowing a girl that well, but we were looking at some Facebook pictures. There were a few of us joining in. She wants to show me the guy she likes and his new 'girl'. She shows me a picture, and I reassure her not to worry, that she's way prettier. Before I can get a full respiration in, she says, "That is me. I've just dyed my hair." Perfect, just perfect. Really, Megan? I was just playing by the rules. # 1- always make the girl feel better about herself! I try to say "OHHH, yeah, sorry, I couldn't really see the picture that well! You look good with brown hair."!!!! Hahah.

My roommate and I are going GREEN! Yay! We recycle all cardboard! (And I do mean all cardboard!) Some examples of boxes we recycle come from: Dt. Coke, Hot pockets, Dove bar soap, crackers, shoe boxes, cereal, Velveeta cheese, paper towel rolls an occasional brand of beer:), etc. MG even put a Milk Dud from our Halloween candy box in the pile! Hahah. We're a little overboard, but that's basically how I am in everything. We tried cans and plastic, but that's just kind of gross to have sitting in your apt. We'll try though. I hope all you guys are trying to recycle too!

I'm off to the state where everything is bigger! Texas here I come for 5 days! I cannot wait! I'm going for a wedding with my mom and grandma. Thank goodness I just updated my iPOD because 18hrs is a looooooong ride with the relatives! JK, but really. My grandma refuses to fly, which I respect because I'm not a huge fan either.

Did I ever tell you guys about the time I left my keys in ATL, and they had to be FedExed to me? It took 5 days, when it should have only taken 2. I noticed half way through our ride home. For some quirky reason, I took them out of my purse because we were going to a concert, and put them in a drawer. First of all, my car wasn't even there. Second, why would someone want to steal my keys? Third, of course, I forgot them. One time, I ordered some clothes from Forever21, my beloved. Being the bargain shopper that I am, I ended up w/ 5 dresses, sunglasses, & a cute shirt for $70!! Tell me that's not a deal! So much of a deal that the package never made it into my hands!! I waited on this package a.m. & p.m. so thrilled of my deal and all the weddings/showers/graduations coming up! Two wks after it's supposed to be arrival date, I track it with UPS. Oh, it's arrived at my apartment, and ended in some one's hands. You recall the roommate disaster, I hope. Needless to say, I never saw the dresses, and it took 2 months to get the money back. Some person or people are walking around in my clothes! AH! What thieves! I was devastated because I looking so forward to my purchase! Another hideous mail story: when I began my job, my first pay check was supposed to be a live check, meaning it was not direct deposit. Well, somehow, I get thrown in the handful of checks that get mailed out for some odd reason that month. A week later, no check, no mulah for me. I call pay roll, they tell me they can't cut me a check because it's a off week. Off week? Cut me a check-I'm in college!! The check was never received in the mail! Does the US Postal Service have it out for me or what?!?! To top it off, I had actually already received my 2nd check by the time they gave me my 1st check!!! I had to become a little testy with the pay roll lady. It being the 5th of the month, and my rent was due! I'm working on being more assertive though because that kind of stuff does not need to happen!


I need to hit the sack! Night!

Somebody

Is it 855 or Is it 955?

This whole time change has got me all messed up! I can't decide what time it is or what time I want it to be. I feel really bad for people with seasonal depression or Sundowner's Syndrome. I don't like for it to be dark and gloomy; I can only imagine how they feel. Fall is a time in which I wish I lived in Maine or Massachusetts or Maryland...well, just any M-state in the northeast because of the leaf changing. North Alabama is a pretty ride, but I want to visit wherever they filmed Stepmom with Julia Roberts & Susan Sarandon. Wow...beautiful scenery. I sure bet Arizona feels out not gaining an extra hour of sleep for Daylight savings. Even more so because McCain isn't president. Ha. Dang! I keep trying to forget about it!

I'm in love with the kids I work with. If I wasn't so germophobic-obsessive-compulsive, I could start up a home for these little sick kids. I love them! I may be a little too attached, but that's better than being detached, you know? I'm learning/seeing a lot. I got excited today about moving a patient in a neck brace. I know it's silly and simple, but doing something in lab is so different than the real thing, especially when it's such a little human being.

Naturally we all have a soft spot for sick children. Most would say you need that special touch. Call me ethnocentric, but battling cancer from age 10-16ish, myself, shows me that kids are way more resilient. Preparing a 10 year old for surgery can go over much better than a 45yr old man stuck in his ways. I survived because I rolled with the punches and did what I was told. I would have taken the pain in my family's eyes in a heartbeat because their expressions were far worse than mine. I see that in so many of the brave little soldiers at the hospital. We know no different as children. I had experienced 8 years of life. I wasn't looking back saying, "I remember when..." As far as I knew, this was normal. By no means am I dusting off a child's illness. Just don't forget that they are resilient, much more than I could ever be now.

Fears. Phobias. Some genetic. Some acquired. My fear of vampires=acquired. I caught the scary parts of Interview with the Vampire, and that was all she wrote. Even Buffy and the Vampire did me in. AH! I slept on my back for three years in the middle of my twin bed with the covers wrapped as snugly as possible around my neck. Those vampires weren't getting me! I can remember even considering snatching up my Grandma's garlic gloves from her carport to hang on my bedpost. That's severe! Werewolves...even worse! Don't ever let your children watch Silver Bullet. A Priest at day, werewolf by night. Who thinks of these sick things?! I would watch my blinds at night praying that the werewolf would not jump through. What would praying do? The werewolf was a Priest!! hahah! Just kidding!!!!

I'll have nightmares tonight from reliving these horrid memories via my blog.

You know, when I don't look at the keyboard, I can type like a maniac. My GWAM is like 652 wpm (words per minute!!) However, as soon I even glance at my fingers I hit the backspace 112x out of that 652. Curazzzzzzzzy.

I'm tired. I'm living the life as a real adult this week...pulling 8 hour shifts all week between work, clinical, and class. Please, don't applaud.

The Lamp of Learning...

Hello again.
Here I am, my first Friday off in a while. I attempted sleeping in, but my circadian rhythm is set at about 522-636a.m., so I woke up at 723a. I haven't really been sleeping well, though. The other night I woke up at 1159p in a frantic thinking I was late, then again at 155a and 400a. I will admit my bed feels more comfortable than it ever has before! OMG- I crawled in on Sunday night after a long week, and the comfortableness was so surreal. It's not like I haven't been sleeping on this bed for months now, but I've grown a new appreciation for it this week!

Politics-Smolitics. Yeah, yeah. Barack Obama is our President. Okay. May the 361+/- Electoral College votes prove me wrong. As we all know, politics is a sensitive subject, and it's iffy to bring it up. Well, if someone else brings it up to me, I will rebuttal, exercising my 1st Amendment. You know why? ...because I have not been given one legitimate reason for voting for Obama. All I've heard is, "It's time for a change." HELLO-any new president will be a change.

I went home to vote because I was worried my absentee ballot wouldn't come in time. Plus, I hadn't been home in 2+ months and was missing my roots. It was my first go at this voting thing since I was a month shy of 18 for Bush-Kerry, and the whole mix up of being registered in 2 places at once. I went in there, standing tall, praying everyone was voting for McCain. We have the paper ballots where you complete the arrow. (If you watched the news, you saw that West Palm Beach were having discrepancies with those arrows. They weren't sure how to feel them out. IDIOTS. There's an example at the top!! Go FL!!) Anyway, I stared at my ballot for which seemed like eternity, just frightened that my hand would somehow fill in the arrow for Obama-Biden, and that they wouldn't give me another ballot! After rechecking it 47 times, I completed my first ballot!!!!!!

Then, I run to Verizon to pick up a car charger. I run into the biggest jock football player from high school. Small talk...blah blah. Then, he asks who I voted for. Why dude? It was none of his business, but spreading my McCain-Palin love, I told him.

"McCain!?" (as if in shock) "Why not Barack Obama?"
"Because I'm not a democrat."
"OH, you must have that money, then?"
"No, that's a common misconception."
"Look at you writing that check."
Really, guy? I'm writing a check because I don't even have 20 bucks in cash. That doesn't indicate wealth.
"Actually, I just don't want to live in a socialist country."
"Aw naw, I'm not mad at you."

I'm thinking I don't care what you think. You're ignorant. Republicans are not full of all this money. Like we're running down the street throwing it in the air yelling "I've got money!!" We believe in working hard to get where we do, and come by it honestly.

This is why I can't keep my mouth shut anymore. People are SOOO mislead. I'm doing my part by trying to teach/advocate/persuade (hah...jk!)

At clinical the other day, I had a man who was a combat medic. He was laughing at us for using gloves for cholesterol checks because they never used them in Iraq. Granted, he was in the heat of the moment and didn't have time to don gloves, but I'm watching out for me! You would amazed at the grown men who were afraid of lancets. "I hate needles. Please don't hurt me." (I'm not mocking them, just surprised.) Needless to say, most of them told me they couldn't even feel it! Yeauh! Anyway, I thanked this militant for serving for our country. He asked if I vote yesterday. "Yes, of course, but it didn't do me that good." (Sorry, I was a little bitter!)

He comments back, "At least you're exercising the right that I fight to give you." Aw, it gives me chills thinking about it. That's what people forget. Thanks to these men & women of all ages that fight for us and the good of humankind. We look after another because we care, as we should. I thanked him again.

I would like for you guys to always thank anyone in uniform or who serves our country.

The time I learned to take the initiative:

One weekend as a little squirt, my dad decided to teach my sister and I initiative. That, or he was just too lazy to pick up the garbage! Jk Dad.

In the living room, there was a piece of garbage on the floor. I'm wondering where my mom was because she would not have allowed it to sit there. I'm pretty positive it sat there from Saturday to Sunday. We all walked past it a million times. Who finally picked it up?! Me. Duh. So then dad goes off on this tangent on how he was testing us to take the initiative. Whether he really was or not, I've always picked garbage off the floor from then on. At work, I constantly pick up things to throw away. I would be fantastic at community service! Hahha...let's hope that never happens!

Last Friday was not my night...as if any night is.
I wasn't completely dressed in my Halloween costume, so I asked my friend to run in the gas station for me. After about 2.6 minutes, my credit card is lost. Oh great! We search high and low. I have to rush home, cancel my card. ...And if you've ever tried to report a card/cancel one, they always ask for the card #! Really?! How can I give you the card # w/out the card! After 40+ minutes, I cancel it. We drive to my friends house for a Halloween party. I lock my keys, purse, cell phone in my car. Luckily she had Triple A. 2 hrs later, we go downtown. My friend says we don't have to pay to park because it's night time even though we see people paying. A few hours later, we return to the car with a BOOT on it! AH! Somebody break a piece off the Kit Kat bar! Cut me a break! They didn't take checks, so my friend had to pay. Actually, he kind of deserved to pay because he lost my card! Hahha..

Anyway, I should end this novel. I have much more to say! I'll try to write some more this week!
Love!

Like an Elephant, eh?

I have so much to say!

My blogs have become too far and few between! The PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION is 1 week away! OH NO! Pray, cross your fingers, whatever that McCain-Palin win!

It's also Halloween this week! Yay! I finally figured out what I'm going to be, or who I'm going to be, rather. Olivia Newton John from "Let's get Physical!" I'm going to do the leggings, leotard, cut off T, and EVEN the bangs! I'm going to pull out the big curling iron and the AquaNet hairspray. Hah.

My Philly friend and I were laughing about being little squirts. How/when we learned how to ride a bike, wanting to fit in and NEEDING our parents to buy us this and that. I must say my parents did bend over backwards to give us what we wanted. I should probably thank them...

However, not for this:
My first memory ever...you may not even believe me, but I can see this so vividly. As a little kid, my mom would always say I have the memory of an elephant. How anyone has accurately measured the memory of an elephant, I do not know.

Anyway, I remebmer standing in my crib. I could not have been over 2 or so. I can see it now. Crying, bawling my eyes out, yelling for "Dada, Mama, Baba, anything!!" I figure my parents were trying to wing me off the bottle- AKA baba. Or, in an unfortunate case, they were too lazy to get up! JK! It felt like eternity, but 20+ years later, it may have only been a few minutes. I was hysterical. THEN, sweet father of mine begins to walk down the hall towards my room! ALLELUIAH! Thank you Daddy! Saved..he's bringing me a baba!! Slam..there goes my bedroom door! What! Seriously Pops? Do you know what that does to a little child? Thank you Erik Erickson and your stages because my parents just ruined my identity vs autonomy vs initiative, whatev! Hahahhaha...the first memory I have is of my parents shunning me!

Now, birthdays were always superb. My mom did a great job with making us feel number one! Except, when they would go spend the weekend at the Hilton to celebrate New Year's Eve. My bday is Dec 30. I remember going bowling one time with a pink sweater on. This woman walks up to me complementing my dimples and how cute they were! I freaked out and ran to Mom! Hahah! I always been a messed up kid! Jk! One year, my mom made a snowman cake with 2 round cakes, cupcakes as the scarf, and candy for the facial features! I loved it! Everyone always asks if it sucks having a birthday so close to Christmas. Actually, no, because it's after Christmas. Every thing's on sale. Now, if my birthday was before Christmas, it's likely I may have gotten shafted. Hahh..

Got to run! I'll be back!