Who's this beautiful baby?

It's me! It's me!

When I was a baby I was nicknamed "Punk Rock Baby" because, well, it's obvious right? I think while pregnant my mom was exposed to too much 80’s rock music, and my hair took note. Sideways, straight up and down, and just about everywhere, my hair was quick to gain quite a reputation. Whenever a kid would spot me and my mom out in public they'd point and shout "Punk Rock Baby!" much to my mother's delight.

As an assignment for school, I have to write about a story from my infancy and so, I chose my hair. With hair this bad ass how could I not? God, I was so hip to the latest fashion trends. Sadly, I don't know if I've ever been since? Guess my fashion career peaked early.

Back to Blogging

Or so I'm going to try. I'm optimistic, but don't be surprised if i disappear again tomorrow in a couple weeks. Natalie told me I should blog again. And when she was little she threw a butter knife at my head because I wouldn't butter her bagel (or something? I know I totally got that wrong didn't I Nat or Whit?) so, I'm not going to NOT take her advice. You wouldn't either.

I'm going to a wedding next Sat and I bought my dress today. I described this dress in FULL detail to my mother before I realized I could just, I dunno, pull it out of my closet and show it to her? It's purple and satin and...I'm describing it again...when Ta-Da! I have a picture:


I like the dress, but I'm not used to seeing my legs (because I ALWAYS wear pants) so I'm unsure if it's too short or not. Also, my legs are extremely white. See-through white. It's hard to tell from this picture, but they are actually whiter than the rest of my body. Strange but true.

What do I do about this? I could try and lay out in the November sun, it's actually STILL FREAKING HOT around here, but let's face it, I do NOT tan. Sun Shine actually laughs at my skin when it sees it, and if my skin stays out long enough, it makes the Sun Shine angry and so the Sun Shine slaps it around a bit until my skin is a most flattering shade of OUCH. Do I fake tan it? Spray tan it? Work a pair of tan pantyhose Hooters Girl style all night? Or just embrace the lovely glow of my porcelain see-through skin?

Decisions people. Very. Serious. Decisions.

I think I may be dying slightly, but, the weather has been nice.

Let me set the scene for you: I woke up early last Wednesday morning to the sound of a hurricane outside my window. It might have just been a really strong rain storm, but there's potential the weather man got it wrong, right? Point is it was RAINING REALLY HARD. I got dressed for school, sat around a little before I left, hoping maybe the rain would stop a little but it didn't (asshole) and so umbrella in hand I ran through our yard ankle deep in rainwater. I get to the car, throw my backpack in the back, sit down in the front seat, reach outside and twist around to close the umbrella and KABAM! break my back. Pain, very very bad pains shooting up my back that would not stop.

And haven't stopped.

I can't breath, I can't lay in bed (so I can't sleep), can't walk upright, it's basically the most excruciating pain that has ever walked this earth (not to be dramatic or anything). And seriously? Because of pulling an umbrella into my car? How lame is that!? If I break my back I'd at least like there to be some kind of thrilling story attached to it, ya know? Maybe like, lifting three kids in the air with one hand to save them from ravage tigers or something? People would believe that, I'm actually deceivingly strong (no). It's been a week, and it's just as bad tonight as it was the first night, and I don't know how to fix it. And P.S. taking five Ibuprofens at once doesn't help.

But on the plus side the weather has been glorious lately, and somehow that takes maybe just like 1,000,000th of a fraction of the pain away, so hopefully more nice weather is ahead.

Killing Time no seriously how do I Kill the Time?

Holy Crap Balls you guys, I am SO. BORED.

SO bored.

Let me first say that it's been about a month since I started school, and class after class I seem to be falling more and more in love with Occupational Therapy and I am SO glad to have found this career, and SO SO glad to be on my way to being out of the pharmacy FOR GOOD. The drugs, and the druggies, and the drugs, and the UHHGHGH. Ugh.

But, my new schedule has left some gaps in my days. Basically when I don't have school work to do I kinda stare at the wall and repeat whattodowhattodowhattodowhattodowhat...to....do until my eyeballs start to hurt because they're all dried up because they haven't blinked in like five minutes and so I decide to go eat some cookies and watch Hoarders. Should I like start scrap booking or crocheting or some crap? I'm really not used to free time, so how do I fix this problem my friends?

I guess I could like blog or something....hahahahahah! Who I am kidding? My blog has basically been really really depressed lately, it doesn't want to talk to any other blogs and it feels all self conscious because it's posts are few and far between and the posts that HAVE made their way out onto the Internets have been sliiightly on the half-assed side. Poor thing. I should bake my blog some cookies or somethingHEY! that'd take up some time, maybe I'll do just that. OrI'lljustgowatchHoarderswhatever.

Finally

It finally FINALLY came. My first day in the OTA program.

Last night I had the 1st day of school jitters, something I don't think I've had since...? high school maybe? I woke up several times through out the night, and even had a dream that I woke up late and missed all my classes. I WAS PISSED! I cried and screamed because I missed all my classes and my life was OVER and then I woke up and was so happy because IT WAS ALL A DREAM! I DO have class today! And then I laughed at myself for being such a nerd and went back to sleep.

Getting ready for the first day of school just felt so different than any of my other years of college. Actual excitement and enthusiasm. Who would have thunk it? I packed my EIGHT huge books into my overstuffed rolly backpack (backpack awareness people!) grabbed my cup of coffee, let my mom take a "1st day of school" picture of me in front of the swings where Rylee always has her picture taken because, hey, why not? and was off.

NERD.

The first thing I noticed when I walked into class were the words "Welcome OTA class of 2011!" written in different colored chalk, and it was something about the way the teacher used different colors for each word that made me feel like I was really in the right place. Like this will really be the perfect profession for me. Sounds lame, but it's true.

Most of the day we just went over the program, we did the general "what's your name and tell me something about yourself" and we also explained why we decided to go into Occupational Therapy. Everyone in the class seems really passionate about helping people, about making a difference, and overall, everyone just seems really....happy.

Then during our break the second year students threw a surprise lunch, and walked around talking about the program and giving us "tips" on the first year. Apparently the next semester is going to be brutal, with five classes and three labs for a total of eight classes in one semester. Their "tip"? STUDY. HARD. LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT. It's intimidating, but not discouraging and I say BRING IT.

We had another short class after lunch and then that was it, we were done with our first day in the program.

I feel even more excited now then I did yesterday, I'm eager to learn, and even more eager to pass the national exam and start practicing professionally.

It's just...good. Very, very good. :)

My Mom's on Facebook

It is true my dear friends.

Initially she signed up because my sister would have new Facebook pictures of her and her husband's crazy travels (what up Coro and Tonro!), and I would have to sign in each time for her to see them.

But now I think she's going to be a regular Facebooker.

I helped her sign up, helped her enter her email and create a password, and then Facebook suggested a few friends for her based on her email address and, when the results appeared, she nearly fell out of her seat. "HOW DOES IT KNOW WHO I KNOW!? HOW DOES IT KNOW WHO I KNOW?!??? OH MY GOD!!! I went to high school with her! That name sounds familiar who is that guy...oh yeah! We dated! ahahahaha!!"

It's the Future... the Internet knows all!!

So she uploaded a picture, sent out some friend requests, and accepted some requests from others. Notice my use of the word "some" I italicized it so, ya know, you should have. She seems a little more than hesitant to accept some friend requests from those she only kinda knows. Or to be more specific: "ooh no one likes that woman, why did she request me, I don't want her on my page!" Snobby Facebooker my Mother.

Now every so many minutes she tells me how many more friends she has....she's up to 11....look out Internet...here comes WANDA!

....hi?

So yeah. I haven't been blogging. Like, at all.

I don't know, all I can say is it was just one of those things where it gets to an awkward point where you don't feel like you can just jump in again...like when you make a stupid lie, like say for instance So and So is like "hey have you seen fill in the blank movie?" and you're all "yeah I've seen that!" and then they're like "didn't you love the part where bla bla bla and bla bla?" and you're like "yeah! That was hilarious!" and it goes on for a little bit, and then you're stuck having to continue telling this stupid-doesn't even matter-lie because it's been too long, but you don't even know why you lied about it in the first place and you know that you're going to have to admit it at some point and feel totally douchey? Yeah I guess it's like that. I tried to restart this blog a few times, but every post just wasn't First Post After A Month worthy, and so the void continued.

I love how I'm making such a big deal out of this...don't you? YOU DO.

Anyways I'm here!

Um, class starts Monday..... MONDAY!!! And I bought all 540 dollars (yes FIVE HUNDRED AND FORTY DOLLARS) worth of my 8 books and I've browsed through them all like several times and I'm just OOH so excited! This also means that my time at the fartmacy (wow that totally was not funny) will be limited and OOH more excitement! And fun things are going to happen soon like football games (um GOING to football games, not watching them on TV, because? booooring) and Rylee's gymnastic meets, and um...fall shows!!

So yeah, happiness all around... sprinkles and kittens and la la la....and I've finally blogged and although it wasn't great, it was something right? Now, if I could only admit to So and So that I haven't in fact seen that movie....

BEHOLD

Pool Beer Pong Floaty Thing!!

A post just to post

I've been gone from this here blog for a while...don't know what that's about. Every time I try to write something it comes out smelling of poo. And really that's not something I'd want you to encounter, so, you should thank me.

You're Welcome.

I had a fun weekend! Pete and I drove down to see Whitney and her Toddest and it felt REALLY REALLY REALLY good to be there, and GAWD did it make me miss living close to them. Todd created a pool beer pong table in the few hours before we arrived, and we played beer pong in their White Trash Bithlo Pool (their words!). It was fun, but I don't have the magic drinking powers I once had (college) and unfortunately I still have the same beer ponging powers (which means I lose. Every time.) and therefore drank...... a lot. Or maybe a little but a lot for these days. So to sum up my story, forty minutes later Pete peeled my sleeping face off the toilet seat and dragged me to bed. Two minutes went by and I found my head once again in the toilet, this time throwing up. HILARIOUS I KNOW! And Whitney is such a sympathetic friend because she decided it would only be nice to throw up as well just to make me feel better (THAT'S why you threw up, right Whit?) except she threw up in the middle of the night, but peaches to pears my friends (wait, that's totally not the right saying is it? apples to oranges? sticks to stones? apples to apples!?) and suffice to say we were both hurting a little bit in the morning. But I'd go back and re-do the entire night, pukies and all, because it was great to be around those two.

And now I'm going to slather my feet in lotion because they along with my hands are feeling really dry and nastay right now, and then I plan on watching The Tudors and going to bed. Thrilling I know.

And off I go...

I want to savor this moment. This time I am new to the world of Occupational Therapy, and blissfully ignorant and curious all at the same time. I've been reading anything OT I can get my hands on, any videos I can find online, any blogs, any anything. I'm really excited about starting school and about having this new chapter begin.

I wish more people knew what Occupational Therapy was though, that definitely takes away from some of my high points, because people don't really understand what I'm going to do. It's not a commonly recognized profession. It's annoying to try and sum up Occupational Therapy, because the therapy is so broad, reaching so many different individuals, with so many different situations.

However I think this passage is the best explanation I've found so far.

"Everyone has a defining moment, when the things we take for granted can't be counted on anymore.

Suddenly, your parents are facing changes because of aging and can't do what you have watched them do all their lives. Your child, so beautiful and perfect since the day he was born, is frustrated and acting out because he can't do the seemingly simple things the other children at school can do. You or your spouse, coping with a debilitating illness or the results of an accident, realize that you are not what you once were and may never be, again. Suddenly, you or people you love can't do the things in life they need or want to do.

Occupational therapy is for individuals of all ages-to identify and improve skills that help people perform daily tasks at home and at school, at work and at play. Occupational therapy is really about helping people do what they need to do, what they want to do, to help them succeed in everyday life. Occupational therapy practitioners make a difference in people's lives-the kind of difference that makes a patient look them in the eye and say, 'You have given me my life back.'"

Yes, I like. I likey a lot.

I'm so anxious for this school year to begin. It won't start until the end of August! That's way too long people!! What am I going to do with myself?

I GOT INTO THE OCCUPATIONAL THERAPY ASSISTANT PROGRAM!

REJOICE REJOICE REJOICE!!!!!

Yes. It is true my friends. I have been accepted and this fall I start my classes. I can hardly believe it, I'm so excited. I had a certain papers to fill out, and papers to get mailed to various places and even though I had ten days to do it, I did it all the very next day. If you know me, you would know that getting things done any day BEFORE the last day before it's due is incredible. SO. EXCITED.

I actually found out a couple days ago, but I've been busy trying to acclimate to my new living situation, so I haven't blogged. Lazy blogger! Lately all I've been doing is playing HGTV diva for realz. I tore up my carpet in my room and stained the wood underneath. This is of course AFTER I painted the room, and all the furniture that will go it it, but BEFORE I made my headboard, which hopefully will look AWESOME.

Today I've been trying to sort out all my things, and holy crap, I have a lot of things. Things EVERYWHERE. Stupid things, things no body should keep longer than...well longer than ever having them. Admittedly most of these things are weird gifts I've been given, or birthday cards, or other THINGS I feel guilty throwing away. So instead they just transfer from box to box, closet to closet, until....I die I guess? Who knows.

Anyways a couple of hours ago I was putting away a box of these things, jumping up on a stool and lifting this box of things into my closet when I saw something brown fall from the box and land on my chest. I looked down and IT WAS A FREAKING SPIDER!!! ON ME! So, of course I freaked the freak out and jumped off the stool, dropped the box, ran out of my room and stripped out of my clothes (who wouldn't). Then I tip toed back into my room looking for this asshole who by now was probably hiding somewhere waiting to attack me again later, (probably in mid sleep) when I looked down at the mess I'd created and saw it. "oh." I said.... "Oh." because...well because I'll just show you it:

Yes, that's right. A PIECE OF STRING. I freaked out, dropped my box and E V E R Y T H I N G in it because of a piece of string. Now I have this to clean up...


FUN!

Um, and in other news...we have been having AWESOME sunsets here in The House of the Lees. One of the many benifits to living on a Florida marsh. Check out this one from last night:



WHAT?! And just when you thought it couldn't get any prettier, it got dark out and the sky turned colors again:



Love it. Love summer. Love the fact that I'm in the OTA program, even love how ridiculous I acted over a piece of string. Things are good.

Next goal in life, learn the Hammer Dance

In Spain one of the things I found most fascinating was the phenomena of genie pants. These are just that, GENIE PANTS, and we saw them EVERYWHERE (well everywhere there were Euro-Hippies). I found these pants to be hilarious, and it was an ongoing joke between my family through out the trip, announcing and pointing every time we saw them in public, and sharing a good laugh. Then things got interesting when my mom decided she'd like to buy a pair. To take home, and wear. Not only did she want genie pants, but she wanted tie-dye genie pants. She bought them and I laughed, and I still laugh every time she wears them and she INSISTS that I do this only because I am extremely jealous of her genie pants and because I want a pair so badly of my own. Who knows, maybe in the back of my mind I really DO want a pair of genie pants, maybe I want them so bad, but I just can't admit it to myself? Maybe I am in Denial of the Genie Pants? Maybe I'll never know. I know I did try them on though, and I've never felt more naked in a pair of pants before. Like NOTHING touches your body, it feels pretty weird. Did make for one fun photo shoot with my sisters though.

BEHOLD THE GENIE PANTS IN ALL THEIR GLORY!
Make sure you don't stare directly at the genie pants, or they will put your in a mystifying trance!

Anyways, my mom has these pants on tonight, and we tried to educate her on MC Hammer, because he himself loved those genie pants, more than anyone should EVER love genie pants, and she DIDN'T KNOW WHO HE WAS! So I pulled up a video for her but instead of a music video I pulled this one up. And I really wish I could have been involved in this because the dance look like so much fun.

So much fun I wouldn't even complain about wearing the Genie Pants.

Time between classes that should be spent studying...

Holy Flippin' Crap people, I just took my anatomy lab final and it was brutal. Parts of the brain look a LOT different when they are not all color coded in a very clear diagram and are instead laying there in front of you in the FLESH. Real brains! All I could do was look at them and hear a zombie voice moaning "braaaiiiinnnns"....yum.

Anyways, I'm all moved out, and all moved in, sort of. Boxes, and bags, and CRAP is just EVERYWHERE over at my mom's and I basically have to make a zig zag walking pattern to get anywhere in the house. It will most likely stay like this for a while, or at least for this week considering I don't plan on making much ground because I have too much school stuff to try and concentrate on. Try and concentrate on.

Anyways, oh wait I already used an "anyways" in this post, this post is basically just piles of crap for you to read, sorry about that. Seeing how classes are almost over, I'll be finding out soon whether or not I get into the Occupational Therapy Assistant program. Do me a favor and close your eyes now and visualize seeing a post on this blog in the next couple of weeks that reads "I GOT INTO THE OCCUPATIONAL THERAPY ASSISTANT PROGRAM!!! REJOICE REJOICE REJOICE!!!", because believe me any little thing will help. I'm trying not to stress too much about it, and instead just focus on getting good grades in my classes, but, I NEED TO KNOW ALREADY!

Oh, Frustration how you taunt me.

End of the dance year means....Recital!

The recital was this weekend and I have to say I am quite pleased with how it all turned out. I questioned whether I wanted to teach several times through out the year, and yes, at times it was frustrating, but being there at the recital and seeing how far the girls have come made me feel all squishy. Squish squish. They worked really hard and I'm really proud and feel like I really accomplished something...it was a challenge at times, but I think it was all worth it in the end. Who knows, maybe I'll teach again next year!

Back stage with (some of) the girls...aren't they lovely?

"Crazy Little Thing Called Love" Tap Dance
(I don't know why but this video might get stuck, just skip ahead a little bit and it should keep going)

"I Miss You" Lyrical Dance

It's been a weird day

I spent five hours this morning being chauffeured around in a weird smelling minivan driven by a friendly Indian man who doesn't speak that much english handing out pharmacy business cards to random kwiki mart convenient stores.

Then I drove my boss' car to the dealership so it can get a scheduled check up and I've been here in the waiting room for an hour already and I've just been informed I have another hour to go.

This is all normal stuff right?

Can I get a Hallelujah!

Success! Poopy Pony Purple is Perfect (say that five times fast)! I'm really happy, and I'm also done with painting for at least the next five years. So, if you have plans to paint in the near future 1. Good Luck with the color choice, buy a sample first! and 2. Do NOT call me or I may come over with a loaded paint roller and roll a nice strip of paint ON YOUR FACE.

Mom helped big time today. She had the idea for mixing the paint, helped me mix and clean the rollers, and painted the majority of my room....love my Mama!

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So the last day we can be in our place is this Thursday. I haven't started packing yet. It's okay though, I only have the recital this weekend, a lab quiz on Monday, an exam on Tuesday, another exam on Wednesday, and a paper/project due on Thursday, so I obviously have more free time than I know what to do with right now....yeah....some how I need to get through all of that, work, and move into the new place.

What is that? You're dying to know where this fantastic new location I'll be living at is?

.........................My Mom's. Yay for being 25 and living at home, can I get a Woop Woop!

My sister and I really need to save some money, and we're both in school, and we spent half our time over there anyways so....yeah. Back at home. I feel embarrassed, disappointed, and somehow very excited at the same time. I like my Mom's house. I LOVE the yard, and the trees, and our place has just started to feel a little dingy (it very often houses a very, very, funky smell which may or may not be radiating off the funky coach Jaffy bought off Craigslist or it may or may not be coming from the unchanged carpet padding which holds the past owner's dog's smell all up in it). It's going to be a little cramped here, but it's only temporary. I just need to get to a better financial spot and get through school. Both things WILL happen.

Anyways, I have paint on my face, on my shirt, on my pants, in my hair, under my nails and in between my toes and it's 2:30 in the morning and I have to work tomorrow (ugh). So stop keeping me up damnit I have to sleep! Quiet now!

Good Night

So. I repainted.

In the hardware store where I bought the paint, I agonized over two colors that looked exactly the same except a slight minor difference. One was a little more purple, the other maybe a little more silver purple-blue. About 15 minutes went by and in my head I was spinning, flipping between the two paints that looked exactly the same and was pretty much at war with myself. I didn't want to make another bad decision alone so I called my sister and she drove to the hardware store to help (good sister!). For another 10 minutes we debated the choice, and I think at this point the sales girl was getting more than a little annoyed, although she hid it well and acted patient (but she must have been annoyed because we were annoying, and I was even annoyed at us). Poor Sales Girl.

In a split second change of mind, I went with the purpler one of the two.

I painted for over FIVE hours yesterday, but I got a solid first coat down. How'd the paint turn out? Well, remember when I said I didn't want to pick a light purple because I'd be all "Holy Crap my walls are purple and I feel like a 7yr old girl"? Guess what! HOLY CRAP MY WALLS ARE PURPLE AND I FEEL LIKE A 7YR OLD GIRL!

HA! ha..... ha. (breaks down sobbing)

It's like a princess pony palace in there. It doesn't help that in there I have a tiny bed with a tiny white little girl bed frame and headboard (remnants of Rylee's old room) and unicorn knobs on my closet doors (again, remnants). But seriously, the paint is BRIGHT purple and my room now looks totally slumber party ready. Dig out those sleeping bags!

However.

My brilliant mother had the brilliant idea of combining the Poop Purple with the Pony Purple to create one splendid Poopy Pony Purple! Doesn't sound appealing but I think it might just work. We've done a little mixing on a small scale and I think the choice of 2 parts Pony to 1 part Poop could possibly be something I'll be happy with.

So....

I'm painting AGAIN!

Third time BETTER be the charm. That's all I'm sayin' bout that.

All Kinds of WRONG

I tried to paint my room last night.

I was all set up. NPR's All Song Considered was streaming from my laptop, my pajamas were on, and I had a fresh paint can at my feet, feeling geared up and ready to paint for hours. Opened the paint can...things looked good...then I put my first strip of paint on the walls and....TA-DA! Poop. It looked like Poop.

Absolutely NO WHERE near the color I wanted. I don't know how this happened? The night before at Pete's I picked out this color from the pile of swatches I had brought along with me. It was between this one and one that looked just looked a little too hued pink. He must have an extremely bright room and I, a dark dungeon of gloom, because the silvery purple I loved so much and so confidently bought first thing yesterday morning looks like sayitwithme POOP. I just don't know what I was thinking? Oh wait, yes I do, "I don't want it too be too light because then I'll wake up and be all 'Holly crap my walls are purple' and I'll feel like a 7 year old little girl". Stupid, stupid me.

"Violet Evening" by Laura Ashely DON'T BUY IT

This is just really frustrating because I have not much time before I need to be out of my house and I wanted to paint while the new room was semi-empty. Twenty-three dollars and one night of perfect painting free time....GONE.

So now here's the question: Do I leave work early today to try and correct this problem and get the painting out of the way so I can concentrate on packing? Or do I work, and paint in bits and pieces around boxes and a huge mess in the room? Decisions!!

Lesson Learned: Don't get deep into a gallon of paint until you have a little bit on your walls. Because if it looks like poop like it does in my case, you'll have a gallon of Poop Paint laying around your house for the rest of you life. AND NOBODY WANTS THAT!

i REALLY should be studying....but!

Yeah, I'm slacking BIG TIME right now. My exam is in 1.5 hrs annnnd I'm in the library day dreaming about decorating my room.

I'm moving (not very exciting, I'll explain later) and one good thing about this is that I have an opportunity to redecorate my room. My room in the house I'm in now is in sad, sad shape and so I'd like to really start out on a good note with this next room.

I discovered Google's Sketchup yesterday, and that mixed with procrastination created this:

A very rough vision of my plans for my room

I just started learning how to use this program...and this was done in about 45 minutes (time which should have been dedicated to studying.....eh) and the dimensions are WAY off but, it gives a general idea. Basically I want purple/grey walls, white curtains/bedding, black furniture and headboard and olive accents.

I have to do this all on a budget of course....but I think with a little paint I'll be good.

We shall see!

Ok, now that THAT is out of my system I can study now....maybe.

Um so a little thing happened yesterday

I had just left the Dollar General(one of the most popular spots in all of Flagler Beach)and was on my way to school, driving to "Betty Davis Eyes" and feeling pretty good. Maybe it was the nostalgia of the song, or perhaps my inappropriate excitement for my newly purchased plastic coffee travel mug, but either way, it seemed like I was destined for a good day. As I approached the red light I slowed, but as it turned green I accelerated through the intersection and then HOLYCRAPCARRIGHTINFRONTOFME!!! BRAKE BRAKE BRAKE!!!!!!!! I gritted my teeth closed my eyes and thought "I have a funny accident face expression" and then a split second later "Here We Go" and........smash.

My car (or my sister's car, Hi Coral, sorry I smashed your car!) just kinda rolled off to the side and as I looked in my rear view mirror I saw bits and pieces of the front of the car in the road, laying there sad and broken.

I got out and looked for the other person and it was, of course, an old lady. 85 years old to be exact. She was badly shooken up, but walking fine, and as more people pulled over and rushed up to us, she started screaming "I had a green light!" all wobbly and in Old Lady voice.

Yes, maybe she had a green light, but every person who is GOOD at driving knows that if you are making a left turn and you have a green light, you YIELD to oncoming traffic before darting out into the intersection.

So the cops were called, the car was towed (her's had a dent, and she drove it home), paper work was filled out, and when I got home, insurance company's were called.

What a mess though. I'm glad no one was hurt, it really could have been a lot worse, but seriously? Why? There were like five other cars all going through that intersection with me, why not one of the other ones? Maybe like the big SUV that was in the left lane, a little ahead of me and blocking my view of anyone making a stupid left turn. YOU Mr. SUV must have seen the little lady coming, why didn't YOU brake? You probably just charged it to be a jerk and to reiterate the fact that she shouldn't have been making that turn, but now? I have no car to drive. I'm getting a rental car tomorrow, and hopefully I'll have a better idea of when all this insurance crap will be over, and hopefully the damage isn't too extensive, and hopefully it will be fixed by next week? Hopefully.

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In a little good news, I got an 80 on my lab midterm and I am VERY happy with that grade. I seriously don't think I can shove anymore body/cell/bone parts in my brain. Space is running out, and it's getting pretty serious. I nearly have phelangies leaking out my ears.

Another exam on Monday, it's never ending! Well, classes end June 25th, but until then it's never ending!

Instant Gratification is my best friend

Why don't I ever follow my own directions? I am apparently NOT my own boss.

I told myself that today and tonight would be a day and night dedicated to two things and two things only: cleaning the disaster that is my room and studying. Guess how many of those two things I got accomplished? Twozero, zero. I did not clean, and I did not study. How much do I suck?

Instead I slept in, went to a pool with Jaffy and Rylee, took a nap, got a slice of pizza with Heather, went to the new Publix (most exciting event to happen to FB in 50 years) and watched the MTV Movie Awards from bed. That last part I'm most ashamed of. For realz.

Very slugglish day. But! I guess I still have some time left tonight to crack open a book and read a bit, so maaaaaybe I'll just do that.

(No, I won't)

Hi I'm not dead!

You can all breath a sigh of relief now because I know you've been laying awake at night tossing and turning and worried because I haven't been blogging. Or more likely you haven't even noticed, but that's cool too. Either-or.

I don't know what's been keeping me away but maybe it has to do with the 157 flashcards I've been digesting a day. I got an A on my first anatomy exam though! And class average was 70! And I just had to mention that because I haven't already posted it on my twitter, facebook, and myspace... oh wait, scratch that, yes, yes I have. I also asked people around me in class today how they did on the exam JUST so I could mention my A. Is this very bad? Slightly, okay more than slightly weird? I do not care. "Oh you got a 60? That's not so bad!" Bahahahahah! Oh man, that's a good laugh!(I better not fail the next exam or I'm seriously going to look stupid)

Um other than that..... Nope that's my life right now. And I better get back to it because I cannot even TELL you which stage of mitosis the spindle fibres attach themselves to the centromeres of the chromosomes and align the chromosomes at the equatorial plate! Inexcusable!

Welcome to the Jungle!

It has been raining here in Florida non-stop, since Sunday. And it is supposed to continue to rain all day tomorrow.

Here's the fun part:

We're moving out of our house in less than one month, and in order to get our deposit back we have to make sure the house is clean, and make sure the yard is picked up. Sounds easy enough right? Well. We also live on the water and with all this rain, the water is currently occupying about ALL of our yard. Last summer this happened after the tropical storms and the water did eventually go away. Eventually as in about a month ago. So, we might be screwed completely with this whole must have the yard looking good and mowed and WHATEVER, unless... we can advertise that it comes with a pool? An above ground pool filled with marsh water and rain frogs? That sounds appealing right?

Speaking of rain frogs, these things are insane right now. Last night I heard one and for a while I was concerned it was my Kitty Bear lost and drenched in the rain. But? it was a frog. People get frog noises and cat noises mixed up right? (yes Jamie, they sure do) Tonight however there are about 50,thousandmillion frogs outside my window and they are LOUD.

I stepped outside and recorded some just for you guys so you would believe me. Listen to this!



Totally ridiculous I know! I feel like I'm in a New Age store browsing their "Sleep and Relaxation" section. All I need's some incense. Any hippies out there?

Bow Chicka Wow Wow

Anatomy Book or PlayGirl?

You be the judge.

By the way, do you think any women out there actually read PlayGirl?

I may only talk about Anatomy for the next six weeks, and YOU WILL LIKE IT!

So I started to feel bad about calling that girl a dumb ass so many times in my last post, because really who am I to judge and talk crap about someone I don't even know, this class is really hard, I'll probably (yes, yes I will) have a hard time with it too. Maybe she comes in late to class and doesn't take any notes because she's one of those people who can do that and pass. Good for her!

But then today we had a quiz.

She came late into class, again, stared at the quiz for about twelve minutes, and handed it in...without a single answer written down. Later she admitted that she hadn't cracked the book all weekend.

I don't get this. Really I shouldn't care and it should make me happy because it's one less person I have to worry about...but it bothers me. After class she was considering withdrawing because it was too much for her. She told me that she spent all last semester busting her ass to get all her pre-recs done for the OTA program but that after three days of this class she was ready to quit. I mean, I did bad in plenty a class in my college days, so whatever, sometimes people don't care and that's fine, but she was almost in tears worried and upset because life had done this horrible thing to her. I wanted to scream that maybe she should just, I don't know? try a little bit!? Take a note or two? Come to class on time? Study for the quizzes you KNOW are coming up? But instead I told her the withdraw date wasn't until a few weeks and that she might as well continue in the class to see if it gets easier before giving up. Really if she can't see what the problem is, then she should withdraw.

In other news, I finished choreographing one of my recital dances! Freakin A! Who knew teaching these classes was going to be such stress? Although, really I kinda want to teach again, only because if I don't it could potentially be the first year since I was nine that dance was not a part of my life. I don't think I'm ready for that.

Falling asleep tonight to wind and rain and frogs outside my window. Not too shab.

You said it Whit and other tidbits.

Whit said it in her post, and I completely relate. Ever since returning to The States (Ohh! How International Traveler am I?!) I feel like I haven't gotten my blogging legs back or something. Writing has just felt well, awkward and forced a bit, and I don't know why. WHY MY FRIENDS....WHYYYYY??? (dramatic fall to the floor)

(Okay I'm back up)

Maybe it takes a few posts to feel normal again, so here goes another one...

I'm taking a break from studying for my first anatomy quiz which is tomorrow. (See that sentence just doesn't feeeel right!) And so far I have all 47 of my anatomical terms down and I only have a few other things left to study, so, Go Me! Woo! I'm trying to approach this whole Being a College Student thing differently this time around, so instead of studying terms where I read the definition and as long as I'm able to recall the first letter of the word I'm good-to-go, I'm actually taking the time to do stuff like spell the words and pronounce them semi-correctly. I know impressive right!

Competition for this program is fierce and I have to make sure I do everything possible to succeed. Which includes weighing out the other prospects. For instance: There's a girl who sits across from me in lab who's trying to get into the program as well, but, she seems like a pretty big dumb ass. I say this because from what I can gather she IS a pretty big dumb ass and hopefully she'll fail. What? Mean? It took her like one solid minute to figure out how to turn on the microscope thirty seconds after someone showed her how to turn on the microscope. It was a knob. You turned. So I know I don't have to worry about her.

Maybe everyone else is a dumb ass like her and I'll be fine? I hope so (watch now I'll probably fail JUST because I called this girl a dumb ass)(but now I won't fail for calling her a dumb ass because I said I would fail for calling her a dumb ass, I put it out into the universe and now it won't come true.....right?).

I better study a little more...

Happy Days are Here Again

Summer is officially here people! And I cannot be more excited. Check out our 5 day forcast:

A lot of people who live in Florida complain about summer, because it gets Hot As Balls, but you know what I think? I think it gets Hot As Balls in a lot of other states too, and that our Hot As Balls summer isn't as bad because we have the ocean, and! we have Afternoon Thunderstorms.

I love thunderstorms, in the afternoon, in summer, and so I am pretty excited about this.

This season change comes along with a lot of other changes that are happening for me right now, and it seems fitting, New Beginning or some crap. School, work, living arrangements....changes. It's good though, and today I feel excited about them all and not stressed as usual. Maybe I'm high off all the Vitamin D I just soaked in floating around my friend Heather's pool, or maybe I'm getting giddy from the storms, or maybe it's something else, who knows...but I like it and I hope it stays.

I have returned!!

....I'm back!

....

And I'm feeling all sorts of displaced. Where are all the Spanish people with their shnazy shoes, genie pants and mullets? Where's my tiny coffee, and tubos, and chocolate con churros?!

The ENDING of vacations suck. it. big.

The day I got back, scratch that, the EARLY EARLY MORNING I got back after 20 hours of travel and five hours of sleep, I dragged myself out of bed and went to class. There's been an unexpected normalcy to being a student again and I like it. I am getting a little more nervous about making it into the program though because I keep running into other contenders....but I'm trying to think positive. I have to go back to work tomorrow which is just the worst feeling ever. I feel like I've been gone from work for years. Like, will I remember where everything is, and who is who, and how to work the computer??? Funny how for not one second on vacation did I stop to think about work. Not one itty bitty second. Tomorrow's gonna suck.

ANYWAYS, Spain. Lovely, lovely, Spain. It was so much fun. There's so much to say, so many amazing places we went to, so many weird foods, so many drinks, and laughs, and new experiences, just so many so manys. I went out to dinner with Pete's family last night and I felt like the ONLY thing I could talk about was Spain. Spain Spain Spain Spain Spain. I'd like to do a better post about the trip with pictures and stories and everything, but it might be a while. We have like 5000 pictures between all of us, and just today we started going through them a bit.

The only other thing I can say about the trip at this point is that Coral and Tony were THE BEST, and really out did themselves this time. Those two sure know how to have a good time lemme tell ya.

Eh, I'm so tired, and I don't want to fall asleep because when I wake up it's WORK. How totally LAME. Laaaaaaammmmmeeeee.

Super Secret Spain Post

HOLA!

Me es having mucho funo in Espana! I've picked up really quick on the language as you can see. In fact today, after asking for another muffin (in Spanish!) the man replied lots of Spanish words at me and in shear panic I tried to tell him I couldn't speak Spanish but instead said "Don't speak Spanish to me!" whoops.

We just arrived in Granada tonight and I am very, very, glad to have ONE place to stay for the next seven days. Don't get me wrong, traveling to different cities is cool, and in Segovia and Toledo we saw really awesome things like midevil castles and crazy cathedrals, but hotel jumping and luggage loading/unloading gets old quick. So does hours of plane/car travel.

I'm really excited to be here too because Granada looks like it should be a LOT of fun. It's a lot more city than I had imagined. Like I was expecting huts or something? Because it's Spain and Foreign Land and I am a dumb American or something? And was afraid I wouldn't be able to buy toothpaste? But no, I was wrong. Fortunately.

Anyways, I'm writing this blog secretively because everyone else in the house is asleep. And I don't know about everyone else but I am a little creeped out. I get to be the lucky one that sleeps on the couch alone and Jaffy mentioned how it smelled really strongly of perfume in her room, and HEARD SINGING (we'll ignore the fact that her room is right above a street for the moment, for the creepy effect) and when she told Coral about it, Coral was totally all "whhat??" like she didn't know where the weird smells and sounds were coming from! And, and!! It's really cold in here with lots of weird noises and it's dark and cold, I know I said that already, but, it's really really....really cold. Eeeerie....

I should be on the couch now waiting for my Tylenol PMs to kick in, but I decided to post because I was tagged by Bex and Whit for a Swine Flu picture blogchain thing. And I'm supposed to take a picture of myself without primping (not cool guys) and load it up and post. When I first read the tags we had just gotten to our second hotel and I was super excited because I had discovered a little patio outside our window and so I had Coral take a picture of me acting, well, super excited. Doesn't quite count because I didn't take it myself, but, I think it will work.

..............Or it won't work. I'm a little Mac computer retarded and can't resize and edit pictures and my sister has a really slow connection, so guess what folks? No dice. Maybe tomorrow when I can have Tony learn me how to use a fancy Mac I'll try again.

I guess this blog was just to say hello then, and to distract me from all the spooooky noises going on right now. What do Spanish ghosts say? What's Spanish for "boo"??

This one's for YOU Buddy!

1. Totally should be packing/cleaning

2. May slightly be obsessed with Jib Jab

3. More than slightly don't care about Jib Jab obsession.

Work it Girl!

There aren't many things I will miss while in Spain.

I will NOT miss hearing my alarm everyday at 7 am, 7:30, 7:45, and then finally 7:50.

I will NOT miss wearing scrubs.

I will NOT miss driving to work, or working AT. ALL.

I will NOT miss how tired and grumpy I often am after work.

I will miss my lap top.

I will miss Kitty Bear.

I will miss you too Pete.

And maybe most of all, I will miss seeing this woman who dances on the street I work on, dancing everyday and making me smile. By the way, thanks for those smiles Dancing Sign Lady, you rock my world.

Make sure you continue to do your thang while I'm gone.

Zoo Adventures

I told myself I would only slack off on the computer until 12:30. It is now 12:3536. Crap.

I went to the Zoo yesterday with Pete, Carly, Don, and Liz. It was good time, lemme tell ya. Side note: it will always be a Fun Adventure going anywhere that combines Liz with many, many, small children and their many, many, small children ears.

Our day started out just fine, but then, three pictures deep into the Zoo Adventure, Carly's camera died. No worries! I had my camera and I was there to Save The Day. But wouldntyaknowit I took one picture and "battery exhausted". GRRRREAT. So all I managed to get out of our Zoo Adventure was one lousy monkey video. That's it! And a couple pictures of some lions sleeping with their backs to us. W-O-W.

I was disappointed, clearly, but! I did learn a whole lot from them there crazy animals which made me smile. I learned that dears pee just like dogs do, and sometimes I see a turtle and think "Look a frog!", and sometimes worm-like-things come out of bird's butts and they like to try and eat it, and monkeys scream just like humans, sit just like humans, and roll their eyes at dumb people just like humans, and Man Oh Man do creatures like to poop! Oh, and one monkey showed us the "Spread Eagle" and went to town on herself. The End!

And that was my day at The Zoo.

Now I have to leave you to do some packing. urgh. I loath packing. What I wish I could do was go on a shopping spree because a big reason why I loath packing, especially for this trip, is because I have ZERO Fashionable American clothes to make me look like a Fashionable American. And I'm afraid people in Spain might confuse me for a Gypsy. A blond Gypsy looking very confused in her worn out flip flops and jeans.

Happy Birthday TonRo!

It's my brother-in-law's birthday today, and because I am very very broke, I couldn't afford to give him much. However, his greatest goal in life has always been to become a Rhythmic Gymnast, so I thought at the very least I could help his dream become a reality. I choreographed a routine and coached him, along with my sister Coral, for months. As it turns out, Tony has amazing ability as a Rhythmic Gymnast. He's turns aren't the best but his splits are superb!

Watch for yourself:

HAPPY BIRFDAY TONY!!

I'm feeling like complete TERD right now.

Yeah, that's right, I SAID IT.

I'm uberly stressed out about my recital dances, maybe because they're half made up at best(or choreographed but un-taught) and after tonight's class I arranged an emergency practice tomorrow night to help prepare them because I'm leaving for two weeks and they will miss two practices (or just have them, but without me, ya know, their TEACHER) and so they need to KNOW the choreography so they can practice while I'm gone and so yeah, extra practices and run-on sentences.

POOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOP.

The thing is I always work best when I'm time crunched. Hardcore deadlines drive me, make me work harder, get my creative juices a flowin', and this is all fine for ME, but the girls need time to get it down and looking good. Because YOU ARE REPRESENTING ME AND MY TEACHERING SKILLZ SO LOOK GOOD DAMMIT! or something like that.

Big Fat Sigh.

Anyways......Go check out this awesome guide Coral and Tony put together for us for our Spain Trip. A warning though, while surfing the site, try not to drool over all The Cool Things I will be doing because you might short circuit your keyboard and then I'll feel bad. And I like to feel good.

Spain is going to sneak up SOOOOOO fast on me because of all this dance worry, and extra practices, and Thursday night TV, and Zoo on Sat, and next thing I know I will be on a plane.

I need to pack!!

P.S. This post makes me sound like a Weirdo.

P.P.S. Oh God! AM I A WEIRDO?!? Why didn't you people tell me?

P.P.S.S. I blame how sleepy I am.

P.P.P.P.P.S.S.S.S. I have no idea if I went through the right progression of P.S.'s. I should go ask Rylee. I bet she'd know. She's like 13 already.

She's growing up so fast...

Rylee came bouncing into my room a few minutes ago and this was our conversation:

R: "OHMYGOD JAMIE you have to Google "gummy bear song" it is SOOO funny!"

J: "Wait, Google it? Like... wait, what? Have YOU looked this up in Google? You're six."

R: "Noooo, the adults at the gym(child care while my sister exercises, not creepy adults) showed me it! But you have to watch it in Spanish, it is more funny that way"

I was completely thinking I would not actually get anything from this Google search, but low and behold...



R: "Okay, now lets type...BIG GIANT THUMBS!"

J: "Is this another video the adults at the gym showed you?"

R: "No, I just think it would be funny."

The Wild Wild West of Pharmacies

Wooey Wooey Wooo...Wha Wha Whaa...There's a new girl in town... err I mean, a new technician in our pharmacy.

This excites me greatly.

Mainly because I can feel better about myself, as she is new and doesn't know anything and I know it ALL. Except she does know everything. She's a certified technician, which means she knows useless information such as brand names vs generics, and drug interactions and what the drugs actually do, and how to pronounce them. Again, useless. She seems like a sweet, yet somewhat mousey girl, who's soft spoken and wears the same multi-colored sparkly nail polish as I did in 7th grade. I don't know how I feel about that last one, which may or may not make me a snob.

There is one thing however she is not accustomed to, and she is having a little bit of a hard time adjusting. She's worked at Walgreens for like 8 years or something and she knows all the ins and outs and rules and procedures that must be done with every prescription filled. What she can't get used to is skipping all that crap. The way we work 'round these parts is straight slingin' scripts. Medications take names like "xanie bars" and "blue footballs" and people get in and out of our store FAST. No half hour waits here. She'll have to learn to be tough and yell at people, and learn who owes the pharmacist five dollars from the last time they were here and who has paid him back. Who's a shoplifter, and who might hit on you a bit, and watch out for that guy, he burps a lot.

Really she's nice though, and I hope this works out for her. She was recently laid off from her job at Walgreens and she has a husband and five year old daughter at home who depend on her. In her exact words "A Robot stole my job" and we all know Robots are a very, very, real threat these days. Any day now we could face an attack. Robots are taking small steps towards taking over this planet and apparently they are starting by counting pills and filling our prescriptions. So watch out. Seriously though, it sucks having your job taken away by new technology, machines, or robotsorwhatever, and apparently the staff spends more time trying to clear wedged med bottles out of this machine than they would have filling the scripts themselves. So it's really a PCJSWM (Piece of Crap Job Stealing Waste of Money).

Technology. Who needs it?

Not our pharmacy, we're too cool for that business.

The End.

Oh wait, not The End...

This afternoon I came into my room to find a sticky note stuck upside down to the center of my TV screen. This sticky note read:

"Look-3 small poopies and one that looks like a fish w/ 3 poopies on it-wow it does- quick take a picture of it"

For the next two minutes or so, I searched around the house for three small poopies so I could take a picture of them and their fish-like appearance. After not finding the poopies I called my sister and asked her about the note. She said it was a transcribed conversation between her and my niece earlier in the day...can you guess which one was the proud owner of the fish-like poopies??

Shake off the weirdness and Pete is a Sleep Snapper

Yesterday afternoon, with the sunshine being as sunshiny as it was, Pete and I decided to play a game of racquetball. Before we even had our rackets out of the bags, the two guys playing in the court next to ours stopped us and asked if we'd like to play doubles. We politely declined, joking that we were so bad they wouldn't even want to play us. Which? For the most part is true. They didn't want to hear a "no", and so they suggested we play a game and warm up, and then they'd ask again.

I like racquetball. I have fun playing racquetball. I do not play racquetball to be competitive, in fact, I laugh when Pete starts to get huffy after bad shots. I'm not a good player, but I like to think I give Pete a little competition to work with. Generally we play to have fun, we laugh a lot, and have a good time.

I really had zero desire to play the two guys next to us. They had stuff on like gloves, which to me, made them look like they knew what they were doing, and that they were not there to have fun, laugh a lot, and have a good time. But before we finished our first game, they asked to play doubles again and because it would have felt awkward and almost rude to say no again, we agreed.

Bad idea.

One of the two guys was of somewhat Latin? French? Something with an Accent descent, and I think he might have been drunk, or maybe that was just his foreign-ness, and right off the bat he started hitting on me. He stood way to close to me when he talked, intruding my comfort bubble and was just being a general Weirdo. We started playing, and I was playing bad. I felt uncomfortable, and couldn't get into it. I hit the ball which shot right back towards me and as I tried to move out of the way, I got SLAMMED into by Weird Foreign Guy. SLAMMED. I didn't quite fall all the way down though, but as I stood up I felt dizzy. "Crap" I thought, "This is going to be embarrassing" because I thought I was about to faint.

I did not faint though. But I was still embarrassed. And my neck suddenly hurt really, really bad.

I told weird Foreign Guy that I was fine, and as he apologized I reassured him I'd survive. We stopped for a couple minutes so I could recoup, and then I felt someone rubbing my neck. WEIRD FOREIGN GUY WAS NOW TOUCHING ME. I looked at Pete and screamed through my eyes WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON, MAKE IT STOP, MAKE IT STOP! But Pete's eyes told me, THIS IS REALLY FUNNY, HAHAHAH! Great. So when Weird Foreign Guy finally stopped molesting me, I decided I was ok to play again.

They were hitting the ball 100 MPH and I the only thing I was doing was trying to stay away from the ball as not to get slammed and nearly killed again. Weird Foreign Guy tried to make conversation as we were playing, and told me I was a "strong girl" and wouldn't stop apologizing. We played two games, which were very short (we got creamed) and then I said No More. This had been weird enough, I had the hibbie jibbies and all I could do was shake off the weirdness, and call it a day.

I will not play doubles again. EVER.

*******

Last night I had a dream about tap dancing, I was teaching someone a combination and I could hear the Click Click Clicking of her taps as she danced. Then I woke up and the Click Click Clicking continued. I looked over to see Pete with his hands up in the air, snapping his fingers. I sat up a little and said "Why are you snapping your fingers?!" and he? said nothing. Pete is a sleep snapper!