fun times..fun friends

Just wanted to add this picture to my blog..this is me with some of my friends! Cassie and Annie were roomates on my floor freshman year, and we had some great times together! Cassie and I are wearing a boa we found in Annie's desk (this is Annie's office), which Annie says is from her birthday..there is speculation about that!! j/k. Anyway, just wanted to add a fun pic!! Love you girls!!!

i'm not sure about this

I don't like working nights. Now I know what you are going to say, that who does..but in all honesty..there are people who prefer it, for whatever reason. I am not one of those people. I dread it. Once I am there, things go ok, but by the end of the night, in the early hours of the morning, I am fighting fatigue so much that I wonder how sharp my skills are. I get things done, mind you, and my patients aren't in danger, but I am so tired. All the time. I am tired even as I write this. My eating schedule is so out of whack, it is kind of distressing. And lets not even think about the fact that I basically don't have a social life anymore! Good thing I am going to get a break and go to my family reunion on Friday...and that's another thing..I have to say the day fo the week, because I can't ever rememer what day it actually is. I mean, I go to work and it is tuesday..and when I come home..wednesday..this shouldn't be confusing, right?!..well it just boggles my mind that when I go to bed and wake up some 7 or 8 hours later..it is still the same day it was when I went to sleep. Also I may be getting new roomate (s)..not sure if there will be one of more...only time will tell. To all of you whom I will see in a few days..I am sure happy about that!! Take care all.

...it's just like riding a bicycle

..while that may be true, what happens when you seem to have forgotten how to ride a bicycle?? Now I don't mean to say that I have lost the ability to pedal the bike into motion, I simply mean that I have forgotten how to make it not seem like torture. I rode my bike to work last night. Wow. Really not so fun. It was hot outside, and I am terribly out of shape, and I am not sure that my tires were aired up to proper functioning capacity, but still. It was just about the most miserable exercising experience I have had in a while. That was until I got back on my bike this morning after a very long 12 hour shift, and proceeded to attempt to pedal my way the mile and a half or so home. What setting is better? A higher gear that is harder to pedal, or a lower one where you have to pedal many more times a minute? These are the questions that plague me even still. I have to be honest that this morning I gave up slightly..and walked my bike the last bit. I shan't give up completely, I am just not sure that going to and from work is the proper avenue for my tour de france training. For now, I have to say that at one point I wanted to abandon the bike along the river trail I was riding, but did not. I have slightly more perserverance than that. Slightly more. We shall see. On another note, I am getting very excited for next weekend. Very excited.

gravity..is working against me

I started my new job, sorry if you didn't get the update, last night..and I have to be really honest, it was not that fun. It wasn't terrible, but I really don't like working nights, and my body doesn't either. I have so much to do, and couldn't stay awake this morning to get anything done, so I just ended up sleeping all day (aside from someone who lovingly called me at 11:15..what did I say by the way, anything coherent? I doubt it.). I have to go back tonight, and I am ready to go, ready to see if it gets easier. My manager told me that I would only have to work nights until like October or so, and that makes me happy..that there is an end to the insanity in sight. I seriously do not know how people do it.
On another note, I got to see my very good friend Cassie this week, and finally got meet her husband Craig. It was so much fun to see her and hang out with her. So much has changed in the four years since we have seen each other, but for me it seems as though time just melted away. It makes me happy. I also saw Annie too, not to be overshadowed by Cassie's arrival in the state of Utah. Anyhow, I am kind of losing contact with some of you, whether because of my schedule or yours, and it is making me very upset. I can't seem to get someone, the same someone who woke me up earlier today, on the phone. And so I pose this question: How in the world do you expect me to make it through this journey without you? ;) Love to all.

back to the basics

Sometimes I feel as though I get way too caught up in the goings on around me, and forget to pay attention, and keep up with the people that I love and care about. So for anyone whom I have ignored in the last little while, I apologize. There are things that we see that make us take notice of our lives, and make us realize that we need to get back to the basics. Family is the most important thing, and sometimes I can't quite believe that I moved away from my beloved family. I feel it is a test for me, and one that I don't always pass. I have to hear from my mom that my little brother has a new job, that my brother is buying a car, and other seemingly minor things, but thing I would have known firsthand had I still been living in the vicinity. I feel as though, my life would be a whole lot different if I would just stick to the basics and take care of myself, and stop focusing on trying to be everyone's friend (and maybe more than friends). I love you all. Take care of you and yours.

there was more

I had a very buys weekend..and in fact it ended up taking alot out of me..and left me with the feeling today as if I was spread too thin and didn't have energy anymore. So Friday night there was a party I attended as a farewell to the guys (the very same guys I defeated at dessert night)..they are starting on new adventures very shortly and are leaving the provo area. So..in tribute to them (and at their particular request) I did what is referred to as the "utah poof" on my hair. It was frightening, but rather a hit at the party. The party was very fun..but I went after to IHOP for breakfast and didn't get home till like 2. Then saturday we had a ward service project in the morning and then I helped the guys pack all day and then went to see Prince Caspian in the dollar theater with 3 of the guys. It was fun..but I maybe overextended myself (ok..not maybe..I did). Sunday was a long long day and I felt not well all day..tried to take some naps..but didn't get enough rest to stave off the migraine that hit at 4 am this morning. I feel better now..but not without learning to take better care of myself and to keep my priorities straight. That's all for now.

not to be trifled with

So..the much anticipated blog about the infamous dessert night showdown. After much careful preparation on both the freakishly awesome poem and beautiful trifle, I set out to the showdown. I have to pause here, just to catch anyone up who doesn't really know the stakes here. This competition has been going on for 6 weeks, with a different person/apartment preparing and presenting their dessert each week. The two with the highest scores are in the final. I am one of those two, the other group was a much beloved guys apartment in my ward, who during their first performance, dressed and danced the hula. So already, even before going, I am intimidated. They do not know this, and we have been smack talking back and forth for about a week. So, I am praying that all my efforts will live up to the hype. I get upstairs, and naturally the guys are not there, late as always. So with the help of a friend I start dishing up the first batch, and I leave the prettier batch for presentation. It is now 10:15 (event supposed to have begun at 10)..and in walks a painted guy. I cringe inside..they have dressed and painted themselves as oompa loompas, green hair included. They did not hold back, they prepared a pretty good dessert, white chocolate macadamia nut sheet cookie with ice cream on top. I feel I am beat before either one has presented. I start to freak out. Literally. A voice of reason basically conveyed that I needed to 'cowboy up'..and that my poem was awesome. So the guys arrange themselves as oompa loompas would (on their knees)..and begin the song "oompa loompa doopatey dee...." it is quite clever and funny. So..I get up there..all eyes on me..and with my best texas-accent and attitude..I recite my poem. There are cheers and laughter..particularly during the stanza about the boys themselves..and when I say "that's what she said"..there is actually applause. I feel quite pleased with the presentation..but at this point it could go either way. I begin serving my dessert..and in fact making sure everyone knows that it is mine..and that they should not forget to vote. So..we wait and wait. People have come in rather late..and are kind of more interested in socializing than voting. Finally the waiting is over..not before the oompa loompas attacked..and my face is now half orange. They gather us..and announce that the person who won gets a kung fu trophy because 'their dessert kicked butt'..and yeah that's right..I WON. I was pretty excited..and the guys were gracious losers..although the next day one commented that 'we were all winners.' Well, they have to tell themselves something.