SSB

I know a lot of my blogs refer to some episode of Sex and the City. Maybe it is because I love that show, maybe because a real woman wrote it and it speaks the truth or maybe because I have zero life. Anyhoo, this blog compares to the episode where they discuss SSB. Secret Single Behavior. Now they are referring to hiding things they do from their significant others, while mine is hiding them from my newly acquired roommate. Now before any of your minds go in the gutter, I will clarify. For instance if I am working my 4, 10 hour night shifts, my house turns into a complete disaster zone. No laundry, dishes for vaccuuming is done. With two black long hair dogs....my carpet can get a little.....hairy. Not to mention that all 8000 dog toys are drug out across the living room. I also rarely shut my bathroom door. This comes in handy when I shower, I can hear the dogs and make sure the girls aren't really fighting. Now I have had to change my ways and it confuses the heck out of the dogs. Everytime I open the door they look at me like "that room has a door?," "whatcha doin mom?," and "nope, it wasn't me." It has also put a lot of stress on animals. They have to get locked up at night because otherwise they would attack the roommate when she returns from work. So this is how it goes....
4am: door unlocks
4:01am: Tess barks furiously, Dudley leans over the gate, and Phoebe barks from underneath the covers.
4:02-4:08; I yell at Tess to shut up which may include throwing pillows at her.
4:09: I give up and shut my door.
4:10: I start to fall back asleep
4:15: Craplin digs at the door to get either in or out of the bedroom
4:16: I let him out or in
4:17: Dudley jumps on the bed since whoever came in isn't going to say HI to him
4:20: I start to fall back asleep
4:35: Lola digs at the door to get in or out.
4:45: If I let Lola in, she immediately gets on the bed and tries to use my side as a balance beam. She is NOT light.
4:50: Phoebe grumbles from underneath the covers because somehow Lola has started to knead on her head.
4:55: I throw Lola off the bed.
4:56: Lola tries to get into the closet to rub her white body all over my black scrubs
5:00: I throw Lola out the room
5:05: Dudley sighs loudly and gets off the bed because HE is trying to sleep.
And scene.
My other SSB includes anyones bad habits. Leaving dirty laundry in the bathroom, shoes where-ever you took them off, and not washing the toothpaste out of the sink. It is bad habits to break and probably harder than most since I have done it for so long. I will continue to watch myself and try to hide the animals weirdness but at the same time I am ready to get back to normal...at least normal to me.

A few updates

I have been out of the blogosphere lately, I have had a lot going on. With the recent holiday weekend and the beginning of a shift switch I ended up working more than usual. Now I am sitting on the couch, blogging, and waiting for a roommate. Yep folks, I said roommate. It has been many moons since I have co-habitated with something other than 4-legged creatures. I am very nervous about the new said arrangement, but I know it is only temporary and I will be helping a friend out. I have had a fabulous evening so far, which included a True Blood season finale party with some friends. It was full of drama (show related) and lots of laughs (mostly at me or my animals expense). Apparently most sane people don't have a plethora of professional photos of their animals on display at their house. Who knew. In my defense, I believe that everytime I had a photo taken of Sam and Deli I thought it would be the last one, which in turn produced many photos since Sam was a dying dog for over 5 years.
This all comes down to the fact that I love my job. I have not even been at this position even one year but I have met so many great new people and friends. It is just another perk that came from something that I didn't realize I needed.
Now I must get back to searching for baby shower ideas that aren't going to be sickening sweet and make my SIL want to kill us.

Sadness

Sorry about the blogless title. I was trying to type while sitting in a cage with a very sad mastiff who wouldn't sleep unless on top of someone. He obviously slept in his owners bed and wasn't going to relax unless he got some comfort, he kept laying across me thus me unable to type.
I love my job.

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.