junk in the trunk

Yesterday at work one of the residents who is a regular trouble maker asked one of the CNA's where she got her big butt. Let me give you some background on this resident. On my second day there I was walking down the hall with the maintenance guy. Well the resident wheeled up from behind pinched his bum and kept on going. He looked at her as to say I know it was you but she immediatly pointed at me. I couldn't look him in the face for days. She is always telling people to get out of the way, always asking if she can pinch so and so's bum. She is a regular crack up but when she asked this fellow co-worker where she got her big butt the room went silent. I tried hard not to laugh because I didn't know how the CNA would respond. Good thing she took it as the joke it was meant to be. I guess when you are old you can say whatever you want and get away with it.

Can I throw up now?

Ok so normally I can do things and they don't bother me. But for some reason this one thing had my nerves all bunched up. What am I talking about you might be thinking? Well Yesterday in Relief Society I sung a special musical number. Now back to the beginning, I normally can do this and not get nervous but for some insane reason I did. Maybe because I felt so ill prepared. I practiced before church and felt confidant that I would and could do this and not feel sick. Then all of the sudden, right in the middle of Sunday School my tummy was doing flip flops. I thought I was going to toss my breath mints. While I was singing I could feel my knees knockin and my legs turn to jelly. Afterwards some of the sisters told me it sounded good. One said she got goosebumps, one told me she wanted to clap, one that was funny was that as she was listening she was staring at my lipgloss and thinking, "That is a pretty color and it is shiny." I guess I just need to get back on the horse and get over those nerves. I am ten times worse when I have to speak in front of people. When I was in the Fort Collins student ward the Bishop asked me if I was ok during my talk. I said yeah but I was just a little nervous. He said he noticed that because apparently the back of my dress was flapping hard and fast against my legs. I tend to grip onto the podium for dear life too. So the next time I give a talk look for the white knuckles and flapping skirt.

Insane Asylum

My blood pressure got so high at work I got a terible headache. They really need to do something for the residents that are FREAKING NUTS!!!!!!!!!! Today was going all good until about the last hour. One resident in particular was driving me MAD! While I was charting he kept wanting me to show him how to use the bathroom. He was mad because there was another room that shared his bathroom. He kept trying to tell me that there were people watching while he was in there. I explained to him that that wasn't the case. He kept bumping into the wall and then yell at me to stop getting in his way. I wasn't. The seat that is in there is raised a little. He kept tripping over that too. Oh forgot to mention that this man is BLIND and is still walking around without using a cane. Crazy.... Anyway, he kept arguing with me so I just walked away and continued arguing. The good thing about arguing with a blind person is they can't tell when you leave the room. Later on the administrator was in there trying to explain to him too. Only when he opened the door to the bathroom for him he hit his head on the door. Whoops. He had to walk out too. You would not believe how many times I had to tell him to sit down on his bed. I went and got the nurse to see if she could give him some adovan or something to calm his agitation down but he was so worked up he wouldn't take it. And since it is against the law to hide it in a drink we had to suffer. This is the same resident who two days prior came walking out of his room in all his glory. He thought he was dressed. The man had on socks and shoes, and his hat and glasses hanging around his neck. NOTHING ELSE! I took him back in his room and set up his clothes so he could get dressed. 20 minutes later he is standing in the doorway with nothing on the bottom but shoes and socks. Had to take him back in and help him put his pants on. He said he had his pants on. My response was, " Unless your pants are see through you don't have any on." His response, " Well who all saw me?" Four CNA's and two nurses. But I didn't tell him that. Boy if I am suppose to be learning a lesson in patience these two days have sure tried it.

Amazing Woman

So last night I decided to ditch chorale and go to enrichment. The guest speaker is a holocaust survivor. She first started out by telling us how her parents and grandparents were taken to Duckow. Once there they were separated into to groups of men, women, and children. She never saw her family again when she was taken. She was only three years old when this happened. She was there for five years. She told how she learned early on not to cry. She said that every morning they would get up and go to the trough to clean up and a little boy right beside her started to cry and the guard shot him in the side of the head. So not only did they have to wash off the dirt they had to wash off the blood of the little boy. This is the water that they also had to drink from. They would get hot water at noon with a piece of very hard dark bread. They would take it back to there baracks and soak the bread and when it was soft they would take it and put it in the cracks of the walls so they would have something to eat later on. They were sexually abused twice a week. By the time that she left she was 8 years old and weighed 25 pounds. She then lived in a convent because the nuns there took them in. There were 146 (I think that is the number she said) children that survived and today she is the very last of them. They either took their lives or died of other things. Since then she was diagnosed with colon, breast, stomach and most recently lung cancer. She married an american pilot in 1960 and lost him as a POA in Vietnam in 1964 Christmas eve. She raised her son by herself and never got remarried. In 1993-1994 her son died when his, "plane fell down." If all that wasn't enough she was also on the plane that was hijacked on 9/11. How much this woman has been through. Holy cow. She is 69 years old and when she feels up to it she runs 15 miles a night. This woman is truly amazing. She still has spunk. That is a good thing.

Drove me nuts

So last night I went to the movies with Angela Johnson and Rebecca Perley. We saw 27 Dresses. It was a cute movie. I would recommend it. Anyway when we got there the parking lot close up was packed so I parked further out. I drive down the aisle and what do I find but a large mountain of snow that was piled there from the plow. When I parked there was no one around me. Now when we came out there was a car on either side of me and one in front. I thought that since I didn't have such a problem pulling into the spot I wouldn't have a problem getting out. Oh freak no that wasn't the case. It is a good thing I went to the bathroom before leaving the theater. So as I was backing out I was keeping an eye on the cars around me when CRASH!! Snow pile. So I just pulled forward and decided to back up and turn the other way. CRASH!!! Stupid snow pile. I did this for quite awhile. And was getting more and more annoyed as I was trying this. I thought maybe I would have enough space to pull through at an angle between the car to my left and the truck that was in front of me. No such luck. At this point I was getting frustrated. I was hungry and our next stop was dinner. Angela was going to meet us there. I thought at this point we were never gonna get there. Another thought popped into my already hurting head. I backed up hit the stupid snow pile, came back into the spot at an angle and continued doing that. I GOT OUT!!!!!!!!! FINALLY!!!!!!!!!!! My question is, who puts a freaking snow pile right in the middle of the parking lot? But then my other thought was, why did I park there in the first place when I could have parked a little farther down or simply pulled forward so all I had to do was pull out of the spot. All this was happening while Rebecca was having herself a chuckle. I have to admit that I was laughing too. I was also amazed that I got out of the spot without denting anyones vehicles.

Funny things

Ok so on my way home from work today I got stuck behind this driver who thought the speed limit sign was just a suggestion. So I figured I would stay behind her. Otherwise I would have to breakt he law and pass on a double yellow line. She kept brake checking me. There was tons of room between us plus this little old lady was only going 15mph. When she thought I got too close she flipped me the bird. What it looked like from my car was she was showing me how her middle finger could make a number seven. When you get to a certain age your fingers go all different ways. My grandma's index finger points in. Anyway I had to laugh because while she was flipping me the birdie she was swerving and her arm was flying all over. Oh before the whold birdie she looked like she was trying to see my license plate. Unless she had super powers I was too far away for her. Old people driving make me laugh.

This is what I think

Am I a fan of the writers strike? No of course not. With the strike going on I am not able to progress in the shows I enjoy watching. So I miss those shows? Yes but I can find other things to do. Someone I know is having a fit because they are also not doing any awards shows. I really couldn't give two cents. I don't like them. In fact I only watch them on the commercial of a show I am more interested in. I don't center my life around the award shows like some. They take too long.

OK another topic. Kisses.

I was asked the other day by a friend who wanted to know who I thought kissed better. Someone that plays a brass instrument or someone who either doesn't play or plays a woodwind. My honest opinion is someone who has/had plays/ed a brass instrument. I dated two different guys so I know both sides of the matter. The brass guys have to have more feeling to get noise out of their instrument. So that is what I think on that.

Yet another topic.

I laughed so hard at my mom today because after we got out of the car out of no where she said, " I don't heart so-and-so." I asked her why and she said she didn't like people who are argumentative just for the sake of arguing. Even when they are proved wrong they still continue to argue. Drives me nuts too but to have my mom say what she said cracked me up.

Talk about ouch

So last night I was running and I turned a corner and that was when I heard the loudest pop. It was my ankle. Not just any ankle. The one that I keep injuring. It is the one that I broke the growth plate when I was a Freshman in high school. That one came from jumping on the trampoline with two male cousins at our grandparents 51 wedding anniversary. Of course I wasn't allowed to go to the ER until every last guest was gone. By then my cankle was humongeous!!!!!!!!! Think about the size of a canteloup. The x-rays hurt I wanted to kill the tech because they would move it in the most awkward of positions to x-ray it. Then they would ask the stupidest question on earth, "does that hurt?" Well let me kick you really really really hard and then ask you. Of course it did. Did my saying ow that hurts mean nothing? Got out of PE for 3 weeks. Anywho, back on track. The second time I fell off a ladder. I missed that last step. Mistake #1 going up on it in the first place. Mistake #2 wearing sandals. Mistake #3 wearing my glasses. I missed that last step and when I was on the ground our 250 pound Saint Bernard thought I was on the ground to play with him. Not very polite words flew out of my mouth at 10am on a Saturday. So I have come to the conclusion that this ankle needs to either be replaced or chopped off. All I am saying is that I am tired of injuring this particular ankle.

Something I learned

So Yesterday was the first rehearsal for the musical. It was good. I thought we were going to run through all the music but nope we spent close to one hour and fifteen minutes on the opening and closing song. Hopefully next week we will get through more. I downloaded the music so the copies were readable. I had no idea that it was going to take so long. I had to find them then unzip them and then copy them to a CD. I thought I would never finish.

I HATE PANTYHOSE!!! So I was sitting in church today and everything felt in its place. But the moment I stood up my pantyhose felt like they were slipping. This happened everytime I got up. No matter how many times I fixed the problem they still slipped. I guess I move around to much when I am sitting. Anyway in Relief Society I wondered who invented them. First thought was a guy. Got home went to ask.com and asked. Who invented pantyhose? Lo and behold it was a man. A man by the name of Allen Gant Senior. Then leave it to a women to invent support hose. Julie Newmar did. She also invented super sheer. The support hose she called were super snug. Well duh. If pantyhose were something I could do without I would. If you want to read more go to http://inventors.about.com/library/inventors/blpantyhose.htm.

I hate being stuffed up. I woke up feeling ok then during church my nose just decided to close off. At least it isn't both sides. Breathing would be annoying then. It is just one side. But once that side clears the other stuffs up. I just hope that I am not getting a cold. I am such a crabby sick person. I whine and everything.When I had the flu I was home alone. I had no one to whine to. Well I did call them but that was different.

mindless ramblings

This week has totally kicked my trash. I was off the week of Christmas. Having to go back to work about killed me. I was getting used to sleeping in not having to be anywhere if I didn't want to be there. Then having to go back to work made it worse. So Since I am in the Savior of the World musical I told my employer that I couldn't work Saturday's anymore and that they could take my middle of the week day off and I would work it. Let's just say that working 5 days straight wasn't bad when I had to be there at either 7:30am or 8am. But since I have to be there by 6am it is kicking my trash. By Tuesday I was tired. By Friday I was dead in the water. I thought well maybe I could sleep in on Saturday. Oh heck no. I had to be in Greeley at 9am and had to be at the stake center in Loveland to pick up the other two people that I am carpooling with at 8:15am. I crawled out of bed and the sad hour of 7:15am. Think I can take a nap this afternoon. Nope gotta do the regular Saturday running around. It is sad to say but I think I will be going to bed rather early, unless I get an offer to do something else. Kind of pointless to get a date but I just might go if asked. Yeah right like that would happen. I know, I know I shouldn't be so down on myself but I am tired. Maybe I should just shut down the computer and go take a nap before the Saturday activities begin or rather continue. I have spent the past 2 hours printing copies of music from the musical and trying to figure out how to get the music to download onto a CD so I can listen to it in my car so I can hopefully memorize it faster. Can I just say this is taking forever! FOREVER!!! I guess I will just have to wait. Finally. Yeah it is burning. All but one song fits. At least it is a song that I won't have to worry about.

Are you kidding me!!!

So last night around 6:30pm I sent out text messages to some of my peeps to tell them to have a fun and safe New Years. I got tons of replies. Since i had to go to work this morning I went to bed before midnight. Sad and pathetic I know but cranky April is not the best. With my job I need to be rested or I can not only cause harm to myself but to my residents. In the middle of the night I heard a beep. Some putz sent me a text message. I of course just rolled over and went back to sleep. When I got up I checked it. There were three. THREE!!! All from the same person. Every single message the same. Let me just say this. I HATE SPAM SENT TO MY PHONE!!!! I have asked those that send it to me to knock it off but one person in particular doesn't seem to get the hint. I just might have to block that number. Who the heck sends text messages to people at 138am? I mean really. I can understand if they are drunk and drunk text or drunk dial but please not three times with the same message. Ok enough of that.

My cute little niece didn't make it past 7:30 pm. My mom was babysitting her while my brother and sister-in-law went out to dinner. Normally Zoey is wired until at least 8pm and then she gets prickly and wants her bath. But at around 7pm she crawled into my moms lap with her blanket and was ready for her bath. She has so much fun in the bath. She has some pretty rockin toys. When I give her her baths when I am watching her we sing the Rubber Ducky song. (yes I know all the words.) She bounces and dances along to it. Anywho, last night I went and got me some dinner and went home to watch a movie. I started watching this movie called, "The Outsider." It has Naomi Watts and Tim Daly in it. It was pretty good. I was waiting for it to be over because I still needed to shower. At around 8:15 I decided to go ahead and jump in the shower because the movie seemed like it wasn't going to be over until nine. Stupid thinking. When I got out of the shower the credits were running. I finally crashed at 11pm.