25 things you didn't know about me....

25. I love tattoos and I secretly would love to have a sleeve but since I only want tattoos where I can choose for people to see them it might have to be on my back and sides.
24. I love the smell of new shower curtains.
23. My dogs feet smell like fritos.
22. I wish I was as artistic now as I use to be in high school.
21. I sometimes regret ending up with Tess and sometimes she melts my heart.
20. I don't own nice things because I know they will ultimately end up broken by either me or my pets....except for Coach purses.
19. I am quickly approaching my scary age.
18. My scary age is 35.
17. Right now I really need to clean my house but instead am watching tv and blogging.
16. I don't let go of things, though I really really want to.
15. I suffer from depression, and sometimes I feel like I am drowning but I push through.
14. In the last year I have learned to trust in God with my life, because he really does have a plan.
13. I am addicted to reality shows, maybe because I don't have a life of my own.
12. Sometimes I really don't know how to say no and end up getting used by people.
11. As much as I didn't want Sam and Deli at the time, I miss them with all my heart.
10. I am terrified of not having kids.
9. I am terrified of having kids.
8. I desperately need a vacation, but that costs money.
7. Some nights I feel like I am loosing faith in mankind.
6. I love my job and I can't remember the last time I said that.
5. I am scared that I will never find someone who loves me for me.
4. I am scared that if I do find that someone I won't be able to trust them because of my past experiences.
3. I am extremely sarcastic.
2. I have a BFF that is considered part of the family.
1. I can't wait to become an aunt!

My life is a sit-com?

Not really. My dad always accuses me and my brother of watching too much tv, quoting too many movie/tv quotes, and speaking our own language. All of which may be a little bit true. We do speak our own language and we do know how to finish a lot of lines. Like if I were to say "harses, harses, harses, harses" he would be sure to sing Jingle Bells. Why? If you don't know then you really, I mean really need to watch Sleepless in Seattle.
One of my all time favorite shows is Scrubs. Sometimes I feel like I am in it. I work nights so things tend to be a little more......crazy. Goofy. Random. And I think to myself (in a totally JD head tilting way) that this scenario should totally be on an episode of Scrubs. I even have a group of friends (that do watch it) and our meetings are referred to as the Brain Trust. There is no evil Janitor, no rambling mean resident, *at least not rambling and no chief who has two thumbs and doesn't give a crap, but most of the time, amongst the chaos, there is laughs and shenanigans. Friendships are built that are hard to explain. In fact, this whole blog seems a little obsolete. Maybe there is too much in my head that hasn't come out. I guess I would rather my life be more like Scrubs then Sex and the City these days. I may continue to use random quotes that confuse people like "why does an hen need a banjo?" and "isn't that the giant pickle on the crap sandwhich that is my day." I may continue to think in my head and overanalyze every situation. And I will continue to speak our language with my brother. In fact, I do plan on passing this language down to little Bootsy or Jaco.
So to answer the question of this blog title....is my life a sit-com? No, but sometimes all you can do is laugh because if you don't, the next option is crying. In high stress situations, sometimes those are the only two emotions you got.

A full moon, a heat wave, and a bit of a soul search

I have just come off of one of the longest work weeks of my life. And by week I mean 4 "ten" hour days. I put the ten in quotations because I never left on time....or got a lunch....or sat down really in the last 4 days. I do believe the the full moon is 90% responsible for the madness and anybody who works in a medical field will know that full moon is not a myth. It really brings out the weirdos and crazies. Not that we really had a lot of that, just A LOT in general. But as I got home just in time to get the garbage out before the garbage man arrived, I tried to catch some zzzs before I headed to the fair with Leah, Stephanie, and the kids. Now I am sure you all have had the moments when you know you have just a small amount of time to catch some much needed rest so you just lay there with your eyes wide open and not sleep at all. Insert me in that scenario this morning. After a 10minute nap I head out to the fair.

And so we move on to the heat wave. Going to the fair at 9:30 in the morning would some like a pleasant time or at least semi-pleasant temperature. Well when the high is going to be 125 degrees, it just doesn't cool off....ever.....but we made it work, had a great time and went to Old McDonalds for lunch in the AC. They didn't have any deep fried goodness at the fair anyways, plus we can make our own oreos now.

We did have the pleasure of running into a friend and old co-worker at the fair. Her kids are showing pigs so she was able to give Kate, Owen, Nami, and Kai an up close look and pet of one of the pigs......hence the soul searching part...

Yes, I loved pigs and I loved sheep and maybe there was a twinge of sadness seeing all of them rooting around and being pigs in there smart/ pain-in-the-butt kind of way. Maybe it was multiplied by the severe lack of sleep and emotional drain as well but it made me think...Do I miss my old job? In a way, I do. I miss the uniqueness of working with the pigs and the freedom of being a technician in research. But I think the nostalgia stops there. I don't miss the endings, I don't miss 75% of my co-workers (25% is the Medi peeps), I don't miss being horribly, miserably, sick ALL. THE. TIME. and I definitely don't miss the multiple stabs in the back. It was a good time for majority of the time. I got to work with the amazing late Dr. Geddes. But I have moved on and I do love my job now. I love the freedom, the support, the crazy-Scrubs like atmosphere (complete with a Todd), the time off, the variety, and the new people that come and go. Though as the new people show up and we said farewell to the old it is hard not to realize that these kids will be gone in a mere 12 months too. I guess we need to enjoy the time we have with them.

Heat wave? all you can do is try to stay cool. The dogs' tactics? Phoebe hogs the pool so Dudley steals the hose. Typical brother and sister.

Stay cool!

Project complete!

This blog will probably be more photos than actually blog but I am proud to say that I finally got the basement room painted and put back together. I must say it looks pretty darn good. Here are some pre-paint photos:

Some mid photos:

Phoebe's foot after she stepped in the paint, you can see that she is very stressed.

And after photos:

I have a place to sit and wait for the tornado warnings to pass by plus the treadmill folds up easily in the weirdly angled corner.

The closet door took up so much room because it opened the wrong way, so I took it down and use an old cloth shower curtain instead. It brightened up the room and now I can easily access my craft supplies.

There was some concern that it would make the room darker and smaller but I think it actually livened it up a bit. It is now my official shot glass, work out, sewing, tornado bunker room. Basically a catch all but I am in love with it now.

90 days.....

Today not only did I participate in a Wet lab to teach new interns but I also had my 90 day evaluation. Both of which went extremely well. It is nice having co-workers who actually like me, or at least pretend to like me. Though I at least need to remember to dial the sarcasm down a little bit with this new group of interns.
As I am getting use to the new job, new students, new interns, I am still struggling with keeping in touch with my friends. We all know I love sleep and working nights is just a perfect excuse to do it as much as possible. A friend of mine recently posted a blog on depression and though hers is due to post partum, I have to watch myself and that I am sleeping because I am tired and not because it is sneaking in again. Depression can affect everyone in different ways and it is not necessarly considered to be because I am "sad." Sometimes it is a lack of interest in human interaction, a lack of motivation, and a surplus of sleep and pain. It usually sneaks up on me in the winter when the days last just about as long as a Lifetime Movie. In the winters, one of my big deterents to keep it away is to go tanning. That is why I try to spend much of my time outside with my pups in the sunshine. Though sunshine is a scarce commoditiy lately as well.
So,to all of my neglected friends, let's make plans to enjoy the rest of this summer!!

Oh the joy of procrastination, no money, and long summers

Well from my last post things have looked up. I am slowly working on getting things right with dad which includes a special savings account. But that is another long story that may never be told. Let's just say, I am on the right track.

Now as I am on the right track and currently procrastinating in doing my bills, and cleaning my kitchen, and getting ready for work, I realize that my summer is going to be filled with extra shifts and "projects."

One of my main projects is that I do believe I want to have a yard sale by the end of the summer, I have a ton of stuff that needs weeded out (I learned from switching winter to summer clothes). That is my goal before the end of this summer. But the quickly approaching holiday makes me realize how much things have changed.

I use to live next door to people who thought 4th of July was the Best. Holiday. Ever. and celebrated it for 2-3 days non-stop. That was great when I had two deafish dogs and one who loved fireworks. Now I have a jack/rat terrified of loud noises and one who I have not owned near the 4th of July. My plan? Probably put the thundershirt on Phoebe and paint my basement. Yep, I lead an exciting life. Maybe I will see if I can coax any of my friends who own pools to let me lounge in theirs during the day. (Hint hint if you are reading this.) I was invited to go to Indy and do that exact thing with Mandy but I have horrible visions of chasing Tess around Indianapolis in the middle of the 4th of July madness. I am not that brave. I need to see if she is fearless like Dud or a wuss like Phoebe. This is Phoebe's 4th of July outfit:

Also known as the thundershirt. As a dog who tries to actively run out of any clothes put on her, she will come up to me to put this on at the first hint of thunder. Of course as soon as the storm is gone, she is trying to run out of it. As long as it works.

I have many "projects" that I hope to get done this summer, most which involve stuff I already have and just actually doing it. I will keep you posted on the progress, but let's not forget my blog title. So don't hold your breath.

We are quickly approaching the end of our time with our current interns. I love them. Here is a pic of them, along with Dr. Johnsons' (Momma and Poppa). I stole it off Stich's facebook page. :)

You guys are great and we will miss you!!

How to fail at life without really trying.

Here I go, laying it all out:
About the time I got fired, I realized that I couldn't afford my credit card payments. I came across a debt consolidation program that is very legit and started working with them to help out my situation. My goal was to get things under control without putting more stress on my family, as you can read by the past blogs, we had/still have plenty of stress. My main goal was to let my dad continue to plan his retirement with a smile on his face and a beer in his hand. Well, several months later, I find myself in a big'ol mess which in turn does the exact opposite of my plan to begin with. I do have a meeting with a financial advisor on thursday who agrees with me that what I did was the best option at the time, and agrees with me on the decisions I made. Hopefully now, I can make better decisions and actually make my family proud again, because at this point I am a giant FAIL. Just another disappointing day in the life of me. What am I going to do? I think I am going to curl up with Phoebe in her "I'm in trouble spot." She designated this as her"time out" spot all by herself. It started with the incontinence issues, now I often find her there and then search the house for whatever she did.