I do the most blogging when I am supposed to be doing the most studying.
I don't want to work on statistical analysis of income brackets in Rogers Park so instead I am writing this even though it is not helping me achieve my goal of finishing a 40 page community assessment by May 2nd. Basically, I have learned absolutely nothing about time management during the last 20 years I've been in school. I have yet to finish a paper more than 12 hours before it's due, and I have never started studying for a test more than 48 hours before I have to take it. I think I am physically incapable of doing anything school-related when I am not completely stressed out about the fact that I left it until the last minute. Grad school will truly be a catastrophe.
I spend a lot of time thinking about all the free time I will have when school is over and before grad school begins (we're talking years). I am aware that this type of daydreaming wastes more time that I don't have, but I'm also convinced that it keeps me sane.
So in no particular order, here are some of the things I plan to do as a gainfully employed non-student:
Become a better knitter. Knit a sweater. Bonus points if I can finish a Central Park hoodie. Learn how to sew. Take a class at Quiltology. Give homemade gifts. Bake bread. Blog consistently. Throw away junk mail and file bills before they have the chance to sit on the desk for 3 months. Run the half-marathon. Because the whole marathon would kill me. Start swing-dancing again. Work on the Obama campaign if he wins the primary. Have a personal political crisis if he doesn't. Travel with Joshua. Learn Spanish . Write. Roadtrip. Become an expert in my field. Call my grandparents more often. And my parents. And my brothers. Read novels, not textbooks. Make dinner. And dessert. Go to Vegas for the weekend. Volunteer. SLEEP.
13 April 2008
12 April 2008
Hala Jan Levinson
Since we named our first cat Pamela Beasley, we felt guilty that our second wittle kitty wouldn't also be an Office namesake. Since she is a feisty kitten who bosses Pam around, we felt Jan Levinson was the most appropriate middle name.
Doesn't she look like she has an authority problem and an inexplicable attraction to a somewhat incompetent regional manager of a mid-range paper supply company?
As far as I know, she hasn't had a boob job.
She seriously couldn't be cuter, mostly because she likes to climb up my stomach, wrap her head and front paws over my shoulder, and fall asleep. I am a little ashamed to admit how incredibly hard we have fallen for these cats - of all animals, cats. I can't imagine coming home and not finding Hala and Pam curled up asleep in the living room (of course, the white and tan cat has made herself at home on the one black chair we own, and the black cat spends her time on the tan couch. I would not expect anything more).
Joshua is quite smitten with his girls as well.
Because the cats have taken over our lives, I have little else to say about what is going on in my world except that finishing up senior year sucks and I am not doing a good job of it. I have only one job interview scheduled and that is for my dream job, which is apparently the dream job of many, many other people who are also in the application process for this particular unit at this particular hospital. Frustrating. I like to think that I handle stress with grace and charm, which is a fun illusion until suddenly I have an emotional breakdown and become physically ill for at least 48 hours. It's neat. So was calling out of work today (see: currently ill for at least 48 hours), when I've been cancelled off my past two shifts and have literally contributed $200 to our gross income in the last two months. Stressed, sick, not a financial contributor to our marriage. But I have cats.
Doesn't she look like she has an authority problem and an inexplicable attraction to a somewhat incompetent regional manager of a mid-range paper supply company?
As far as I know, she hasn't had a boob job.
She seriously couldn't be cuter, mostly because she likes to climb up my stomach, wrap her head and front paws over my shoulder, and fall asleep. I am a little ashamed to admit how incredibly hard we have fallen for these cats - of all animals, cats. I can't imagine coming home and not finding Hala and Pam curled up asleep in the living room (of course, the white and tan cat has made herself at home on the one black chair we own, and the black cat spends her time on the tan couch. I would not expect anything more).
Joshua is quite smitten with his girls as well.
Because the cats have taken over our lives, I have little else to say about what is going on in my world except that finishing up senior year sucks and I am not doing a good job of it. I have only one job interview scheduled and that is for my dream job, which is apparently the dream job of many, many other people who are also in the application process for this particular unit at this particular hospital. Frustrating. I like to think that I handle stress with grace and charm, which is a fun illusion until suddenly I have an emotional breakdown and become physically ill for at least 48 hours. It's neat. So was calling out of work today (see: currently ill for at least 48 hours), when I've been cancelled off my past two shifts and have literally contributed $200 to our gross income in the last two months. Stressed, sick, not a financial contributor to our marriage. But I have cats.
06 April 2008
Introducing Pam Beasley
We love dogs. Big, slobbery golden retrievers and smug wobbly pugs. Blue-eyed Huskies and energetic chocolate labs. We stop and pet them on the street. We look for dog-friendly apartments. We dogsit for Joshua's coworkers and the people I babysit, even when it means living in the suburbs for a week and pretending to be commuters. We've talked about our first dog in the same rapturous way some people talk about their first children (you should really hear us talk about our first children!)
So it is kind of hard to explain this:
Definitely not a dog.
This is Pam Beasley, a sweet one year old kitten/cat (kit? catten?)who caught our eye last weekend at PAWS, a rescue shelter here in Chicago. The fact that we even went to PAWS is entirely the fault of our friends Jessica and Jakob, who were looking for a kitten of their own. (Let's be honest, they also lured me in with visions of adorable kittens welcoming us home from school and work and I am a sucker for a nice hello). Joshua and I (the dog lovers) suddenly woke up after falling into the deep dark hole of cuteness that is the Kitten Room at PAWS, and found ourselves the proud parents of a C-A-T.
Pam is entirely a sugarplums-and-fairy-dust sweet animal. She's a rescue from a hoarding situation in Uptown, where she was found abandoned with THIRTY other cats that looked just like her (we are seriously choosing not to think about the genetic implications of that sad feline home). She spent a month at PAWS before we adopted her, which is unusual for a cat as young and as pretty as she is. Apparently, she was very shy and reclusive. But we think Pam was just biding her time before we got to her, because after only a week of salmon treats, a mouse on a string, and lots of love, she has blossomed into quite the social, attention-loving kitty. (I told this to the woman at PAWS on the phone yesterday, and in all seriousness, she GOT.CHOKED.UP.)
The reason I was talking to a woman at PAWS on the phone yesterday was because we are not just casual cat owners anymore, no, we are OB-SESSED. One of Pam's roommates at PAWS was a 12 week old all-black kitten named Hala, who wrapped Joshua right around her tiny paw. Unfortunately, right as we made the decision to adopt her, the tech decided to take her temp because she looked just a little too sleepy. Without saying a word to us, they rushed her right out of the room, into a kitty carrier and off to the vet because she was running a fever of 104.5!
It was a blessing in disguise, because with Hala mysteriously gone, we decided to adopt Pam. However Joshua couldn't stop thinking about our poor sick kitten, and he called PAWS back that day to let them know that as soon as she recovered, we would like to adopt her as a friend for Pam.
So on Thursday, right before THE OFFICE COMES BACK ON AT 8/7 CENTRAL (and Pam can watch her namesake living la vida Scranton), we will be picking up Hala. We have no idea how to have two cats, we have barely scratched the surface of what it means to have one. Hopefully, Pam and Hala get along marvelously and keep each other entertained while we are away. Less optimistically, I will be totally fine if they just ignore each other, as long as they don't turn our happy home into some sort of feline war zone.
As soon as we move into a bigger place, with a yard and room for playing and romping and animals that must do their business outdoors, we are still planning on getting a dog. We will be that family, with the two cats and the dog, and hopefully a bucket of children (small bucket, maybe like a pail) somewhere in the next ten years. And I love that.
So it is kind of hard to explain this:
Definitely not a dog.
This is Pam Beasley, a sweet one year old kitten/cat (kit? catten?)who caught our eye last weekend at PAWS, a rescue shelter here in Chicago. The fact that we even went to PAWS is entirely the fault of our friends Jessica and Jakob, who were looking for a kitten of their own. (Let's be honest, they also lured me in with visions of adorable kittens welcoming us home from school and work and I am a sucker for a nice hello). Joshua and I (the dog lovers) suddenly woke up after falling into the deep dark hole of cuteness that is the Kitten Room at PAWS, and found ourselves the proud parents of a C-A-T.
Pam is entirely a sugarplums-and-fairy-dust sweet animal. She's a rescue from a hoarding situation in Uptown, where she was found abandoned with THIRTY other cats that looked just like her (we are seriously choosing not to think about the genetic implications of that sad feline home). She spent a month at PAWS before we adopted her, which is unusual for a cat as young and as pretty as she is. Apparently, she was very shy and reclusive. But we think Pam was just biding her time before we got to her, because after only a week of salmon treats, a mouse on a string, and lots of love, she has blossomed into quite the social, attention-loving kitty. (I told this to the woman at PAWS on the phone yesterday, and in all seriousness, she GOT.CHOKED.UP.)
The reason I was talking to a woman at PAWS on the phone yesterday was because we are not just casual cat owners anymore, no, we are OB-SESSED. One of Pam's roommates at PAWS was a 12 week old all-black kitten named Hala, who wrapped Joshua right around her tiny paw. Unfortunately, right as we made the decision to adopt her, the tech decided to take her temp because she looked just a little too sleepy. Without saying a word to us, they rushed her right out of the room, into a kitty carrier and off to the vet because she was running a fever of 104.5!
It was a blessing in disguise, because with Hala mysteriously gone, we decided to adopt Pam. However Joshua couldn't stop thinking about our poor sick kitten, and he called PAWS back that day to let them know that as soon as she recovered, we would like to adopt her as a friend for Pam.
So on Thursday, right before THE OFFICE COMES BACK ON AT 8/7 CENTRAL (and Pam can watch her namesake living la vida Scranton), we will be picking up Hala. We have no idea how to have two cats, we have barely scratched the surface of what it means to have one. Hopefully, Pam and Hala get along marvelously and keep each other entertained while we are away. Less optimistically, I will be totally fine if they just ignore each other, as long as they don't turn our happy home into some sort of feline war zone.
As soon as we move into a bigger place, with a yard and room for playing and romping and animals that must do their business outdoors, we are still planning on getting a dog. We will be that family, with the two cats and the dog, and hopefully a bucket of children (small bucket, maybe like a pail) somewhere in the next ten years. And I love that.
05 April 2008
I Know What It Means...To Miss New Orleans
March was an extremely busy month for Joshua and I. It was full of all our usual busyness, school and work (well, barely for me, I have worked a grand total of ONE! SHIFT! since before Christmas. oh yeah, i am ensuring our financial freedom). But it was also full of this:
New Orleans, baby. Ok, I'll be honest - we were on a rebuilding trip with school, so no actual bourbon was consumed on the Rue Bourbon. Which is fine, because the French Quarter is actually quite skeevy and I would be literally afraid to be inebriated with some of the characters around. Like this one:
Yikes. But the real reason we were in New Orleans, the land of jazz, beignets, jambalaya and po'boys, was of course the fact that the city is still (2 and a half years later) devastated from Hurricane Katrina. No matter what natural disaster strikes, after 2 and a half years should an American neighborhood still look like this?
How would we feel if the poorly constructed safety system for our city failed, like these levees that broke and flooded the Lower 9th Ward?
I'm going to bet that if your house was washed away, your insurance didn't cover your home, and your government housed your family in a trailer for two years (and then told you, oh hey! those trailers are full of asbestos! we had no idea!) and then never sent you the money you were promised to actually rebuild your home...I'm going to bet you would agree with the woman I met who stood crying in front of me and shook her fist and said she would like to see George Bush go to prison for crimes against humanity. One of her friends died on a rooftop waiting for help. And another of her friends died in the Superdome, which is where the 'help' was supposed to be.
We worked on several different projects in New Orleans. We helped put up a circus-sized tent over dog kennels at Animal Rescue of New Orleans, which is still working tirelessly with only 3 full-time employees to shelter and care for hundreds of animals that were abandoned in the storm. We also drove all over the city with Greenlight New Orleans, installing compact fluorescent light bulbs in homes for free. This non-profit organization is helping reduce energy use and save residents much-needed money on their energy bills, which are very expensive in New Orleans. We also weeded the gardens at City Park, which is larger than Central Park and a huge source of revenue for New Orleans.
While the needs in New Orleans are overwhelming, there is an amazing amount of hope in the city:
It was an incredible experience, one that Joshua and I want to have again. We've been home for three weeks and our time in New Orleans and the people that we met are burned in our minds and hearts. (and bodies - we wandered into a tattoo place the week after we got back and two hours later found ourselves the proud and somewhat shocked owners of fleur-de-lis body art). It was very hard to come back after an intense week of new faces, new friendships, new emotions, and 70 degree weather. It felt strange to go back to the mundane everyday-ness of life in Chicago, knowing that the needs in New Orleans are still there each time we wake up to go to work and school. We want to go back and we don't know yet when and how.
One thing I do know - five weeks from today I will be celebrating (maybe with bourbon, but probably tequila) the fact that I will have GRADUATED COLLEGE.
And six months and five weeks from today I will be weeping over my first student loan bills. So that may be a good time for a trip to New Orleans, don't you think?
New Orleans, baby. Ok, I'll be honest - we were on a rebuilding trip with school, so no actual bourbon was consumed on the Rue Bourbon. Which is fine, because the French Quarter is actually quite skeevy and I would be literally afraid to be inebriated with some of the characters around. Like this one:
Yikes. But the real reason we were in New Orleans, the land of jazz, beignets, jambalaya and po'boys, was of course the fact that the city is still (2 and a half years later) devastated from Hurricane Katrina. No matter what natural disaster strikes, after 2 and a half years should an American neighborhood still look like this?
How would we feel if the poorly constructed safety system for our city failed, like these levees that broke and flooded the Lower 9th Ward?
I'm going to bet that if your house was washed away, your insurance didn't cover your home, and your government housed your family in a trailer for two years (and then told you, oh hey! those trailers are full of asbestos! we had no idea!) and then never sent you the money you were promised to actually rebuild your home...I'm going to bet you would agree with the woman I met who stood crying in front of me and shook her fist and said she would like to see George Bush go to prison for crimes against humanity. One of her friends died on a rooftop waiting for help. And another of her friends died in the Superdome, which is where the 'help' was supposed to be.
We worked on several different projects in New Orleans. We helped put up a circus-sized tent over dog kennels at Animal Rescue of New Orleans, which is still working tirelessly with only 3 full-time employees to shelter and care for hundreds of animals that were abandoned in the storm. We also drove all over the city with Greenlight New Orleans, installing compact fluorescent light bulbs in homes for free. This non-profit organization is helping reduce energy use and save residents much-needed money on their energy bills, which are very expensive in New Orleans. We also weeded the gardens at City Park, which is larger than Central Park and a huge source of revenue for New Orleans.
While the needs in New Orleans are overwhelming, there is an amazing amount of hope in the city:
It was an incredible experience, one that Joshua and I want to have again. We've been home for three weeks and our time in New Orleans and the people that we met are burned in our minds and hearts. (and bodies - we wandered into a tattoo place the week after we got back and two hours later found ourselves the proud and somewhat shocked owners of fleur-de-lis body art). It was very hard to come back after an intense week of new faces, new friendships, new emotions, and 70 degree weather. It felt strange to go back to the mundane everyday-ness of life in Chicago, knowing that the needs in New Orleans are still there each time we wake up to go to work and school. We want to go back and we don't know yet when and how.
One thing I do know - five weeks from today I will be celebrating (maybe with bourbon, but probably tequila) the fact that I will have GRADUATED COLLEGE.
And six months and five weeks from today I will be weeping over my first student loan bills. So that may be a good time for a trip to New Orleans, don't you think?
20 February 2008
I Don't Know How to Quit You, Blog
...and yet I do quit, for months on end, while I still manage to make enough time in my day to read what so many other people write on a daily basis. I have been caught up, in a strange and stalker-like way, into the world of infertility blogs, twins/triplets/quads/quints bloggs, cooking blogs, knitting blogs, blogs of people I know through people, super famous blogs, juicy celeb gossip...you name it, and I can name for you several dozen blogs in the chosen category.
Kind of sick.
It's addicting. It's how I distract myself between my homework, shifts at the hospital, the housework that I hate doing.
2008 came in with a whimper for me, seeing as how I entered the year with a broken arm and a bad attitude (thanks to the First and Last Great Snowboarding Trip of 2007). But I am actually very excited about this year and all the surprises ahead. Please see my list:
THINGS TO LOOK FORWARD TO IN 2008
1) Spring. Um, please hurry up because this winter has been horrible and I am sick of sliding down my sidewalk and using chains to get my car out of a parking spot on a FLAT street in a MAJOR US CITY.
2) Graduation. After 4.5 years of straight up gettin' edju-ca-ted, I am done and would like to move on to the next phase of my life. Straight up getting PAID.
3) Getting a J-O-B. Please see above.
4) 3 Year Anniversary. Joshua and I will celebrate three whole years of marital bliss and bitching about who does the dishes this May and I could not be happier (when he does the dishes). No, I really am thrilled.
5) Passing NCLEX. Graduating and getting a job will be slightly less exciting if I cannot get a license to actually work as a nurse. That is generally looked down up and frankly illegal.
6) Running a half marathon in California. My current best run ever has been about 2 miles of sheer, dyspneic terror. So this will be an accomplishment for the ages.
7) Everything else that I can't possibly imagine yet.
It's two months in...and I guess I'm feeling pretty good about 2008.
Kind of sick.
It's addicting. It's how I distract myself between my homework, shifts at the hospital, the housework that I hate doing.
2008 came in with a whimper for me, seeing as how I entered the year with a broken arm and a bad attitude (thanks to the First and Last Great Snowboarding Trip of 2007). But I am actually very excited about this year and all the surprises ahead. Please see my list:
THINGS TO LOOK FORWARD TO IN 2008
1) Spring. Um, please hurry up because this winter has been horrible and I am sick of sliding down my sidewalk and using chains to get my car out of a parking spot on a FLAT street in a MAJOR US CITY.
2) Graduation. After 4.5 years of straight up gettin' edju-ca-ted, I am done and would like to move on to the next phase of my life. Straight up getting PAID.
3) Getting a J-O-B. Please see above.
4) 3 Year Anniversary. Joshua and I will celebrate three whole years of marital bliss and bitching about who does the dishes this May and I could not be happier (when he does the dishes). No, I really am thrilled.
5) Passing NCLEX. Graduating and getting a job will be slightly less exciting if I cannot get a license to actually work as a nurse. That is generally looked down up and frankly illegal.
6) Running a half marathon in California. My current best run ever has been about 2 miles of sheer, dyspneic terror. So this will be an accomplishment for the ages.
7) Everything else that I can't possibly imagine yet.
It's two months in...and I guess I'm feeling pretty good about 2008.
19 December 2007
One Month Later
One month anniversary of not posting. Hooray. It's so, so ridiculously typical of me that I'm just going to blow past that.
Since I keep getting cancelled off all my shifts, I am spending the afternoon baking and watching movies and deleted scenes from the The Office. I just bought Something's Gotta Give (one of my favorite movies of all time, seriously, LOVE Diane Keaton and Jack Nicholson) and I have to say that the sequence where Erica (Diane Keaton) just can't stop crying is so deliciously wonderful I have watched it twice. I love it because she is just so over the top dramatic with the crying on the laptop and in bed and especially when he IMs her...if you haven't seen it, and you can handle copious sobbing and Diane Keaton (some people don't like either), you really should. Its fabulous. I'm currently starting the movie over with commentary because my Christmas shopping is done and I haven't summoned up the enthusiasm to start cleaning.
In other news, Jamie Lynn Spears (age 16) is now pregnant and proud, along with Jessica Alba and Lily Allen and a whole lot of other people, famous and not famous, who haven't yet celebrated their 25th birthdays. So the world has officially come to an end while I was busy not blogging this past month.
PS what am I baking?
raspberry shortbread bars from Epicurious via Deb
chai shortbread from the latest issue of Cooking Light
oatmeal chocolate chip cookies - Joshua's mom's recipe
crispy cookies - Joshua's mom's recipe
black and white icebox cookies from the latest issue of Cooking Light
... and that would account for the more than 2 pounds of butter I have used in the past few days and way I am currently muffin-topping (what a great expression) my skinny jeans. Loooove those holidays.
Since I keep getting cancelled off all my shifts, I am spending the afternoon baking and watching movies and deleted scenes from the The Office. I just bought Something's Gotta Give (one of my favorite movies of all time, seriously, LOVE Diane Keaton and Jack Nicholson) and I have to say that the sequence where Erica (Diane Keaton) just can't stop crying is so deliciously wonderful I have watched it twice. I love it because she is just so over the top dramatic with the crying on the laptop and in bed and especially when he IMs her...if you haven't seen it, and you can handle copious sobbing and Diane Keaton (some people don't like either), you really should. Its fabulous. I'm currently starting the movie over with commentary because my Christmas shopping is done and I haven't summoned up the enthusiasm to start cleaning.
In other news, Jamie Lynn Spears (age 16) is now pregnant and proud, along with Jessica Alba and Lily Allen and a whole lot of other people, famous and not famous, who haven't yet celebrated their 25th birthdays. So the world has officially come to an end while I was busy not blogging this past month.
PS what am I baking?
raspberry shortbread bars from Epicurious via Deb
chai shortbread from the latest issue of Cooking Light
oatmeal chocolate chip cookies - Joshua's mom's recipe
crispy cookies - Joshua's mom's recipe
black and white icebox cookies from the latest issue of Cooking Light
... and that would account for the more than 2 pounds of butter I have used in the past few days and way I am currently muffin-topping (what a great expression) my skinny jeans. Loooove those holidays.
19 November 2007
There are no words
My weekend started off wonderfully - Joshua and I celebrated his 25th birthday on Friday by going out to dinner and then falling asleep at a geriatric-approved early hour (I blame the wine).
Saturday took a turn for the worse, when Joshua skipped off to a men's breakfast at church, telling me he'd be back after it ended at 12:30. I bummed around the house, reading blogs (but not updating this one - sigh), and pretending to organize. At 12:45, I started to wonder why he hadn't called me yet. Joshua and I always call each other. To the point of being obnoxious. I don't think either of us has ever really wondered where the other is since we got married. We just know.
12:55 - Starting to freak out a little. Sent one text, called his phone once.
1:10 - Freaking out quite a bit more. Follow-up text, two (maybe five) calls to his phone.
1:20 - Wringing my hands, wondering exactly where he crashed our car (not an unlikely thought, and those of you who have driven with him will understand) and wondering when the police would be arriving at my apartment. Also at this time, I had to call work and get my assignment for the shift, all the while wondering if I would be calling back to cancel because Joshua was in some ER somewhere with 3 broken bones or worse.
1:30 - Frantic. In my scrubs, walking down the street towards church, in the rain, looking for the crash site. Church is a good 4 miles away, so I'm not sure exactly what I was hoping to accomplish here.
1:35 - Joshua finally calls me back. The breakfast ran LATE! His coat was on the other side of the ROOM! His cell phone was in his COAT! It was all so damn LOGICAL! And naturally, I could not translate my overwhelming fear that he had lost life or limb into anything appropriate other than yelling at him. And then I ran back home (still in my scrubs. still in the rain), feeling totally ridiculous, but definitely assured of the fact that I love my husband and don't ever want to be without him.
I realize this story makes me sound like a possessive freak, but really I am not. The take-home here is that when your husband routinely makes questionable decisions while driving, even a short amount of time when he cannot be located is petrifying (he is going to love me for posting this, I'm sure). And what did people do before cell phones!?!? The dark ages, I am sure.
However, Sunday went right ahead and topped Saturday in terms of distressing events. Yes, I can now say that I have been sexually harassed by an incontinent elderly man while in the middle of changing his diaper (don't worry, this happened in the context of my job. Which sounds awesome, right? Some nights as a nursing assistant make me wonder why I quit the Gap) Really, the story is much more dramatic than that but I do not feel comfortable writing about it as his comments were totally inappropriate and beyond that, I know I should be preserving my patients' dignity along with my own.
Ahem.
So now it is Monday and I have had too much coffee (NO I WILL NOT BE STOPPING. No one was really on board with that idea. Joshua was frightened.) I bought all the ingredients for my Thanksgiving pies this morning, along with actual real ingredients for meals - a novel idea - and now I have officially postponed my homework to the very last possible second.
Tonight we're decorating the place for Christmas! Three days early, but we won't be here for Thanksgiving, and I don't want to miss a moment of Christmas decor when we return.
Waaaayy too much coffee this morning.
Saturday took a turn for the worse, when Joshua skipped off to a men's breakfast at church, telling me he'd be back after it ended at 12:30. I bummed around the house, reading blogs (but not updating this one - sigh), and pretending to organize. At 12:45, I started to wonder why he hadn't called me yet. Joshua and I always call each other. To the point of being obnoxious. I don't think either of us has ever really wondered where the other is since we got married. We just know.
12:55 - Starting to freak out a little. Sent one text, called his phone once.
1:10 - Freaking out quite a bit more. Follow-up text, two (maybe five) calls to his phone.
1:20 - Wringing my hands, wondering exactly where he crashed our car (not an unlikely thought, and those of you who have driven with him will understand) and wondering when the police would be arriving at my apartment. Also at this time, I had to call work and get my assignment for the shift, all the while wondering if I would be calling back to cancel because Joshua was in some ER somewhere with 3 broken bones or worse.
1:30 - Frantic. In my scrubs, walking down the street towards church, in the rain, looking for the crash site. Church is a good 4 miles away, so I'm not sure exactly what I was hoping to accomplish here.
1:35 - Joshua finally calls me back. The breakfast ran LATE! His coat was on the other side of the ROOM! His cell phone was in his COAT! It was all so damn LOGICAL! And naturally, I could not translate my overwhelming fear that he had lost life or limb into anything appropriate other than yelling at him. And then I ran back home (still in my scrubs. still in the rain), feeling totally ridiculous, but definitely assured of the fact that I love my husband and don't ever want to be without him.
I realize this story makes me sound like a possessive freak, but really I am not. The take-home here is that when your husband routinely makes questionable decisions while driving, even a short amount of time when he cannot be located is petrifying (he is going to love me for posting this, I'm sure). And what did people do before cell phones!?!? The dark ages, I am sure.
However, Sunday went right ahead and topped Saturday in terms of distressing events. Yes, I can now say that I have been sexually harassed by an incontinent elderly man while in the middle of changing his diaper (don't worry, this happened in the context of my job. Which sounds awesome, right? Some nights as a nursing assistant make me wonder why I quit the Gap) Really, the story is much more dramatic than that but I do not feel comfortable writing about it as his comments were totally inappropriate and beyond that, I know I should be preserving my patients' dignity along with my own.
Ahem.
So now it is Monday and I have had too much coffee (NO I WILL NOT BE STOPPING. No one was really on board with that idea. Joshua was frightened.) I bought all the ingredients for my Thanksgiving pies this morning, along with actual real ingredients for meals - a novel idea - and now I have officially postponed my homework to the very last possible second.
Tonight we're decorating the place for Christmas! Three days early, but we won't be here for Thanksgiving, and I don't want to miss a moment of Christmas decor when we return.
Waaaayy too much coffee this morning.
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