Friday, August 26, 2011

One demon conquered!!

Anyone who knows (and loves)me, knows that I hate, hate needles and hospitals. They both make me woozy and just yucky!

An example: My mom was first diagnosed with Breast Cancer when I was 10 years old and therefore, needed to go through radiation treatments. In order for us to sort of understand what she was going through my dear mom took each of her kids to see a radiation treatment. The day that she took my little sister and me, we had gone to see a movie beforehand and pigged out on junk food, so I blame the food for what is to come. We then went to the hospital and sat in the hallway by some monitors. We could see the whole process on the monitors. It was pretty interesting. While we were sitting there, I let out this huge, nasty burp. Shannon laughed. I was embarrassed because there was technician lady sitting at the monitors. Who knew that this was a foreshadowing of horrible things to come?! And come they did! Within the next few minutes, I started getting that horrible woozy feeling and then without any warning, I puked. And, this wasn't a little lady like urp on my shirt, this was projectile. I took off running and tried to catch it in my hands. I was not very successful! A nurse was taking care of me, while they were helping my mom. This was certainly not my plan, but whatever! It was so gross! I blamed it on the fact that we had had so much junk food. My mom thinks that it was because of the hospital. I think she is right. I just don't like them. If I do go to the hospital and start getting that, "Wo, I need to sit down feeling and put my head between my knees!" I go and see the babies. I can handle babies.

So, what is this demon that I conquered?? I DONATED PLASMA!! I have been thinking about it for a few years now, but when I really start thinking about it, it makes me a bit faintish. I finally decided that I just needed to suck it up and do it. So, I went today. The entire process was not bad. The needle.....meh! Not really a big deal, but then I have had multiple needles stuck in my foot and those suckers HURT! But, after the whole thing was done, I got up, and starting walking toward my car. I felt like I was going to vomit. I started looking for a place to spew and then I sat down....yep, in the hallway. I am sure I looked ridiculous, but I didn't care. I stayed there for a few minutes, and then went to my car. When they tell you to make sure your stomach is full, have a full stomach. But, other than that minor little setback I am proud of myself and I am $50 richer.

Tuesday, August 23, 2011

What would you do?

I signed up for this class, "Anthropology of Humor and Laughter". It sounded like it could be an interesting class. And, it covers my diversity credit that I need. Well, I went to my first class tonight. The cute, Polish, feisty prof. explained that this class is going to be very offensive. I started wondering if I should stay in the class and just "suck it up" She went through the entire syllabus and then showed us a few clips to help us make up our minds. The first one was not too bad and I wasn't all that offended. I can handle some crude jokes and f bombs( I am not saying that I like them, but I could deal). The next clip she showed us helped me to make up my mind. It showed Jesus sitting on a rock wearing thorns on his head. He then starts singing "I will survive!" He throws off his robe and is wearing a white loin cloth thing. As he is singing, he gets into the middle of the road and then gets hit by a bus. The whole class was laughing. I didn't think it was all the funny. The prof. then excused us to go on a 15 minute break and I decided to leave.

I am curious as to what you would do? Take the class or drop it?

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

You look like.....







A few weeks ago, someone told me that I looked like this gal.....

I was not upset about that.
I remember that my Uncle Jon, my fav, would tell me that I looked like this lady...
(p.s isn't little shanny just adorable?)
Again, not a bad thing.








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The other day, my nieces told me that I looked like Katy Perry. Maybe it's the dark hair....




I am not angry that they said I looked like her, either.















I should put a more up-to-date photo....maybe later.








Tuesday, August 9, 2011

When your cute nieces want to go swimming, and you haven't washed your hair in days, so you decide that taking a dip in the pool would be nice....but, you go to change into your bathing suit and realize that you forgot your shorts to cover up the white, flabby thighs that have now become yours. Do you just forgo the swimming and sit on the sidelines, or do you throw caution to the wind and swim?

I hemmed and hawed and I swam. Lesson. learned. WHO FREAKING CARES what my thighs look likes....



ok, i really do care, but yesterday...i didn't