All the Single Ladies!

I have been a "Single Lady" for the past few weeks. A few months ago Brandon met with a couple from Calgary who were doing an entire home reno, and had Brandons company recommended to them. (Ironically I know this couple very well as they live a few blocks from my parents, and growing up their family went to church with mine). They drew up the plans for the Kitchen, fireplaces, bathrooms, laundry room, and office. When Brandon was telling me about this I had so many mixed feelings. I was so excited that they had landed this job, because it sounded BEAUTIFUL, and to be honest I was a little excited to have all this "Free time."

Turns out I hate free time. As soon as he left I missed him. It seems pathetic but that man is seriously my best friend. Remember those days growing up when your mom would let you sleep over at your best friends house? And you would watch movies, and then stay up all night just talking and laughing? With me and Brandon, its like a sleepover EVERY night!

I realized the nights would be lonely, but that's why I have my Makita puppy -who I let sleep in my bed for the first (and second..and third..and..) time in her life! To keep my days busy, I thought this would be the perfect time to put in some long hours and late nights at work.

Turns out I hate late nights at work. One night I was feeling rather uncomfortable in my office all alone, and I called Brandon so I could talk to him as I locked up and walked to my car. He laughed at me as he always does with my paranoia to things, but despite how busy he was he stayed on the phone. I shut down the computers, turned off the lights, and set the alarm. It was rather dark out, a little cold, and I had just over a block to walk to my car. After I closed the office door I could see a baseball cap peeking over the dumpster a few car stalls away. I didn't find that too odd as there are ALWAYS drunk natives downtown, but just to be safe I walked on the other side of the parking lot. All of the sudden I could hear this person walking towards me, so I turned around and just said "Hey buddy, get away from me" and then he started running. At me. Poor Brandon is on the phone hearing me scream at the top of my lungs "Get Away From Me" as I am running as fast as I can. I turned around to see how far ahead I was (and I wasn't really at all) when he saw my cell phone in my hand, stopped dead in his tracks, and ran the other direction. I was freaking out, Brandon was freaking out, and all I could think of was catching my breath and getting to my car.

When I finally got to my car I locked to doors and called the police. If you have ever been in downtown Lethbridge at night (Or during the day for that matter), you know calling the cops about natives is rather useless, but I was so scared it was instinct. Normally they give you the "Are you in any imediate danger? Do you have to go back to that area? Ok go home and have a safe night" speech. Well, I started to get that speech, until I gave his description. Then she told me to stay in my vehicle, and she put me on hold. WHAT THE FREAK IS GOING ON!?! I would have rather been ignored. Within minutes I had two cop cars and 4 police offices surrounding my vehicle, and another cop car (at least) in the back area of my office. The police officers were so nice, one asked if I needed to be driven home as I was "visibly shaken up". I talked to them for about half an hour (they had said they had already monitored the area I had last seen the man, and had a squad of cars out looking for him) and they said the reason they were there is because they had the exact same incident reported the night before, with the same description. Awesome! It makes it very hard not to be racist towards natives during times like these. I try very hard not to stereotype any group of people but think, had I not been on the phone with Brandon, or had I not seen the native man and walked on the other side of the parking lot.... What would have happened? Is it being racist? Or is it being realistic? Sorry...this is a deep topic perhaps for another blog.

Back to being single! I had all these huge plans of things I wanted to do while Brandon was away. I was going to work long hours at work and get so much done (which got killed on like the 2nd night he was away), I was going to hang pictures in my house (which I did 50%, the others were to hard lol), and I was going to get so much cleaning done..which actually for the most part happened. I did however eat....ALOT OF CRAP! I went to the grocery store the day after he left and came home with all the crap I never get. I was like a teenager whos parents left for the week. (I wont go into my eating habits, you all read my facebook, and know that they are gross). On the bright side, McDonalds Monopoly is over.

Another fun fact, is I am rather deaf in my right ear. I have always known it, but it's never really had an effect on me. That is because when I sleep and snuggle up to Brandon my right ear is in the pillow, and my good ear faces the alarm clock. Well, with no Brandon, the good ear somehow got put into the pillow, which meant one morning I woke up 2 hours AFTER I wanted to be at work (still before my scheduled time, but seeing as how I do NOT work late anymore, I wanted to come in early). So that sucked.

I really missed Brandon. I am anxiously awaiting his arrival home because we had ANOTHER hoop to jump through this evening. As Brandon was driving home his truck broke down. No power. So he was on the highway, broken down, with no hazard lights. Poor guy! He has been working 12hr days, and just wants to be home so bad and now this. Thankfully he was just a little outside Calgary, and as soon as I called my dad and told him B had broken down he was up and in his truck before I even told him where he was. My dad is such an amazing guy...I guess girls really do marry men like their dads.

I am SO grateful for the amazing men that I have in my life. I have been one blessed girl that's for sure!! Growing up with all brothers had its downsides sometime, but now that we are all grown (Well, not really...Preston just turned 9 last week lol) it is amazing how much the men (and boys lol) in my life are always looking out for me.

All in all I am so grateful that Brandon is busy with work, and even though he was away from our home, he was close to the home that I grew up in. Which means I can go and visit him and my family on the weekends which is great! Hopefully he will have more great opportunities in Calgary, but for now, I am happy to have him back in our home!

PS just got the text that B is in Fort Mac and Dad is back in bed in Calgary! Thanks again Dad for always saving the day, I know you have many other things on your plate right now. I hope that I can be half the parent you and Mom have been and be able to drop what ever is on my plate for my kids!

Irritating Tuesday

I came into work early today because I had an appointment at the hospital for more tests on these lungs of mine. So far the day was looking good. I got caught up on everything and then left for my appointment.

I get to the hospital and right away the lady apparently hates me. She asked me if I had taken my puffers this morning. I told her I had at 6am this morning (thinking to myself that if I hadn't, I would probably be the same light shade of blue as my shirt, because lately I can't breath without it). She rudely asks me if I read the hand out they had mailed to me, which CLEARLY states not to take any medication within 4 hrs of my appointment. I looked at the clock (which said 11)..looked at her, and replied with close to the same tone that I told her I took it at 6, its now 11, which equals 5 hours, which is CLEARLY more than 4. She the proceeds to tell me that even though it says 4hrs, they recommended not taking medication for the entire day leading up to the appointment, and that now because I had my tests results would be inaccurate. My response you may ask? "Well, maybe you should write your 'recommendations' on the booklet you mailed to me. Kind of defeats the purpose of me reading it if its inaccurate don't you think? Besides, your the respiratory therapist, not me, I don't know what is best for these tests, which is why I read the booklet...and followed its guidelines"

:)

That response may have been that downward spiral to the appointment. But really? I have missed so much work, and sleep, and exercise because it is so hard for me to breath. I wanted this appointment to solve my problems, so I read that booklet cover to cover. Her comments almost hurt my feelings to be honest (that may be the lack of sleep talking) but seriously.

Then she took out a booklet of information she was sending home with me....and read every page word for word. I cannot stand that. I am not stupid. In fact, I consider myself to be a fairly educated person (at least educated enough to read). So at this point she had wasted about an hour of my time, to hurt my feelings and insult my intelligence.

We then proceeded to do the different breathing tests (which I was informed...again..may not be accurate because I didn't follow the unwritten "recommendations").

After the tests are complete she went through all the medication/puffers I'm on, which ones she would recommended I not take any more, which ones I take more/less of, and most importantly which ones I need prescribed because the ones I have are just not doing the trick. Perfect! Let's get what I need, tell me how much to take and Ill be on my way.

The kicker of this appointment? The following conversation:

Hospital Lady: "So these are my recomendations of what puffers you will need, and the strength you need them at."

Me: "Perfect. Let's try that"

HL : "Oh, I can't give that to you here"

Me: "Why?"

HL: "Well I'm not a doctor, I can't write prescriptions"

Me: "Ok, so do I wait for a doctor?"

HL: "Oh no, we don't have a doctor here, you will need to go to a walk in clinic"

Me: Are you freaking serious? We are in a freaking hospital! How the hell do you not have a doctor here??! Are you kidding me? I just took off ANOTHER 3 hours from work for you to tell me my puffers are not working? Awesome, thanks, totally could have told you that given the fact I CAN STILL NOT BREATH!

Ok, so I didn't say that. I just thought it, and then called my mom and said it to her (Thanks for pausing your lunch date to listen to my rant, love you mom)

I can't remember exactly what I said. I was so shocked, and wanted to physically slap her so hard, I think I just shut my mouth and said ok. Then I went to my car and tried not to cry.

I feel so helpless. I can hardly take my dog for a walk without getting light headed. I carry my vacuum up the stairs and then need to sit and take a break. I am so sick of this feeling, and I am so sick that nothing and no one is helping me. I have missed so much work to wait in walk in clinics, and ERs. The beginning of May I called to get an appointment with a family Doctor, and my appointment is booked the end of November! Between me and my dog, I can't miss anymore work (not that my work wouldn't let me, I love them and they are awesome...more so because I set goals for myself that I need to meet....).

OH, and remember my comment about my blue scrub top. Ya, today is Tuesday (Burgundy scrub top day) not Monday (blue scrub top day)...and it took me half the day to realize I totally didn't fit in.

Dear Tuesday, please remove yourself the week. I hate you.

Insight from an 8yr old

I called home today to see how my little brothers first days of school went! Shaffer (Starting grade 12 this year) told me his teachers were gay, and everything was stupid (oh to be 17). He wasn't to excited to tell me who he met, what he ate, or what he wore, so that was about the extent of that conversation.

Then I talked Preston (starting grade 4) about his first day. He hold me who his teachers was (who I thought was old when she taught my OLDER brother grade 4..how is she still kickin around?!) and how his teacher remembers teaching my older brother Callin. He told me about what my mom made him for lunch (which made me way jealous, totally miss moms lunches which I was lucky enough to have made for me until the day I moved out..no wonder I cant cook haha). He told me about the friends he already knew, and the ones he just met today. Then he told me that he wore his "Uncle" shirt Callin and Meagan made.

All of the sudden our conversation turns to him being an uncle, he is rather stoked about this. He randomly says to me "I can't believe my nephew is going to me American. Did you know they don't even have perogies there?!" He was further disgusted when I told him they also dont have Poutines or Smarties. He then says to me "Kins, I have a business plan. Lets go to Costco and buy this stuff in bulk. Then we will pack up, drive to Dodes (Callins) house, and sell it! We will make millions!" Poor child, clearly spent to much time with his teenage siblings, he is rather brilliant though you have to admit. So, we talked about our "marketing strategies" for a little bit, and then he said "I'm going to make millions and retire before I am 10! Ill stay in school for a bit though in case that doesn't work out."

Good choice Preston, so proud!

PS did I mention there are cardboard cut outs of this 8yr old in Sport Check stores across Canada? He is kinda a big deal. Sadly, he totally knows it to!

Hospital Blog Part 2 - Doggie Style

I woke up VERY EARLY perfectly rested and ready for the day. Basically all went down from there.

I wanted to get to work SUPER early so that I could be an awesome employee and get all caught up before everyone else got to work. Well, that went out the window, definitely no employee of the month coming my way anytime soon.

I get in the shower and once I'm all wet and lathered with soap my nose starts to bleed. It's hard to tell exactly how bad it was bleeding, because blood and soapy water do not go well together. Right when I was thinking how crappy this moment was, I sneezed. My shower looked like a friggen murder scene! I regret thinking "well this couldn't get worse," over my pathetic bloody nose this morning.

Once I got all ready for work I went upstairs and could smell poop. Awesome, Makita got sick in the night. I open up her kennel and sure enough there is a massive steamy pile of diarrhea, just for me. I clean that up, throw her blankets in the wash and call her to come to the door, but she didn't come. I walk upstairs and she was just lying on the couch. I called her again, and she didn't even look up at me. I remember being so irritated with her, because the whole nose bleed ordeal had set me behind, and then having to clean up her crap was making me even more late...I definitely did not have time to play her stupid games right now. After calling her a third time with her completely ignoring me I got frustrated. Obviously you need to go to the bathroom, and obviously I need to go to work, WHY ARE YOU JUST LAYING ON THE COUCH!?! So I go up to her and kind of pull her collar towards the stairs and she just falls off the couch, like her legs didn't even catch her. Right away I knew something wasn't right. I sat on the floor and pet her for awhile, and the coaxed her towards the stairs. She went down two stairs and then stopped (and if you know my dog, you know she would NEVER stop on the stairs because she is afraid of stairs). I had to pick her up, carry her down the stairs, and set her outside. I set her on the side walk, and she collapsed. Right there on the cement.... just laid there.

Brandon was still sleeping, but I woke him up and said something was wrong with Makita. I don't think he took me to seriously, because I worry ALL the time, and I always think something is wrong with her. Unfortunately this happened at 7am, so our vet was not open. I called the emergency pet hospital just to ask advice, and they said I need to get her seen right away.

So I pack her up and off we go. It was such a sad car ride. Normally she gets so excited, and she just kept falling over with every corner I took. Once I got to the hospital the receptionist was awesome. She got us in a room right away, and had already filled out the papers from the information I had given her on the phone. The nurse came in and he was just as awesome. He was very gentle with Makita, and made sure she had sniffed the stethoscope before he brought it close to her. Then the Dr. came in...I'm sure he is a super nice guy, but his english was CRAP. I have no tolerance for that (I know, not nice of me, I'm working on it. But lets face it, this is my blog, if you didn't like my opinion you wouldn't read it). He wanted to run a bacterial test on her poo, and said it would be an additional $40...ok I can handle that (it's not my butt, I guess it shouldn't really be my call. Poor Makita had attention back there 4 different times).

Then he comes back and starts talking in East Indian medical terms. He starts talking about viruses, and parvo, and bacteria, and IV fluids, and antibiotics...and then finally gets to the money portion. He says if I want to take her home and give her antibiotics there the total for the bill will be around $220, but if I leave her in the hospital he said it will be a minimum of $600. Little bit of a difference there. I asked him if it would be ok if I just took the day off, brought her home and monitored him, and his response was "Well, there is a 70% chance she will be ok"....so I say "And the other 30%?" He replies with "She dies." Really buddy. I don't care what friggen country you come from, you don't tell someone their dog is going to die in the same tone of voice you talk about the weather in.

I love my dog. That is a huge understatement. People know as soon as I start talking about her I light right up, and will not shut up. And this doctor just told me there is a 30% chance she is going to DIE. I'm taking this all in while my dog is laying on the floor shaking, and I'm staring at a minimum bill of $600 (after taking a week off of work). Not going to lie I totally lost it.

I told the vet I would need a couple mins to think about what to do. Thankfully in that time I was able to talk to Brandon who (after the initial price shock) was able to calm me down. I was also able to text my family for advice (and their prayers....thanks guys), and a friend from work. My friend from work has mom who is very knowledgeable in ...well...everything actually. When Brandon got cellulitis her mom made him special creams, and recommended special oils that I believe helped more than the prescriptions. When we were in Mexico and my little brother broke out in some random hives, it was her moms cream that fixed it. So when her mom said Makita needs to be hooked up to the IV right away, I didn't second guess it.

In order for her to be hospitalized, they had to run more tests to see if she was contagious or not. After I left her (by this point she was just laying in the floor basically with no movement) I just sat in my car and cried. I kept trying to pull myself together so I could get to work, but then I would just start up again.

I got to work at around 10:30. I must say, I work with some of the most amazing people. Everyone was very worried and concerned for Makita. People kept checking up on me throughout the day to see if I had heard anything, and how I was holding up. At around 1pm I called to check up on her. The nurse said she was keeping her food down, and was hydrated enough to be up and walking around. She said she would have the doctor call me in an hour. I asked her (in the most politically correct and polite way I could) to please have someone who speaks English call me. She laughed, and said she would personally call me. An hour or so later she said Makita was getting her personality back, and she is quite the "Spunky puppy." They were afraid that as soon as they took her off the IV, she would not continue to get better like she had, so they wanted to keep her over night. If all goes well, I can pick her up tomorrow.


Very emotional day, but on the bright side, IT IS MY PARENTS 26TH WEDDING ANNIVERSARY!!! They were driving home from Vegas, and past through Lethbridge, so they got to take us out for dinner for their anniversary (I love my family lol). It amazes me that they have been together longer than I have been alive. I mean, logically, it makes sence, I guess that's the way it should always be, but it still amazes me. They have spent more of their lives together than they have apart!! I guess they are in it to win it! Congrats Mom and Dad, you really have set an amazing example, and I hope I'm still having as much fun as you guys are when I've been married 26 years (and have some wicked awesome jewlery to show for it..hint hint Brandon, have you seen Moms new rock?!?)

Another awesome thing about today...9 months until my birthday ;) (Super awkward mom and Dad, Super awkward).

Vegas 2011!

Another annual family Vegas trip has come to a close (Mom and Dad...key word annual... its happened twice now so its tradition, lets not break it).

Before we get into details of the trip, here are some fun facts for you:

1- The number of doorbells our room had
2- The number of Jacuzzi's our room had
3- The number of flat screen TVs our room had
4- The number of bathrooms our room had
5- The number of toilets our room had
6- The number of lights the chandelier above the table had
7- The number of sinks our room had
8- The number of chairs around our dining room table
8.5- The number of people in our room

No that is not an announcement from us, but my brother Callin and his wife Meagan are due to have a baby boy February 29 2012!!! I have known for awhile now, and its been killing me to keep it a secret! We are very excited for "Little Leo" to join the Layton family! They told us at our last family get together in Calgary the start of July. They made everyone T-Shirts that said Grandma, Grandpa, Uncle and Aunt (which we still did not get a picture in! I guess we need to plan another Vacation!)

Did you notice anything else weird about those numbers (other than the obvious...we had a wicked awesome room!). If you said there are more toilets than bathrooms, you would be right (Unless that's a normal thing for you :S). One of our bathrooms had a baday..bday..budea......badae?? A pressure washer for your butt lol. Such a weird concept. Can you imagine the person who invented that trying to get investors. "Once your done on one toilet, you sit on another which is much like a water fountain..for a thirsty bum." I totally wish I was a fly on the wall in that meeting!

We were very fortunate enough to go to Vegas and celebrate my cousins wedding (and gamble). My family stayed in Ceasers Palace (which was established on a few different occasions that it was indeed NOT the real Ceasers Palace..I know, I was a little disappointed myself). Even though I have FANTASTIC parents, we didn't plan on staying in such a high class room. We had asked for 2 rooms, with 2 beds (Callin, Meagan, Brandon and I in one. Mom, Dad, Shaffer and Preston in the other). So we get there, and they check us in. Two rooms, each with a queen sized bed. Now, if any of you know my Dad, you know he rarely ever loses his cool. I wasn't here for this conversation, but from what I was told the cool was lost. The lady tried to tell my dad that 2 beds per room were not guaranteed, they were only given out if they were available, which they were not. She then proceeded to tell my dad that he could rent a caught (For $50/night/bed) and if all else failed he was more than welcome to go to another hotel, A+ customer service if you ask me. Because there was a convention that weekend, all of their rooms were sold out except for the wicked awesome (expensive) rooms. Remember my blogs about me getting what I want? Well, that trait didn't just show up from no where. We got an AMAZING room, and I'm sure once all is said and done there will be another trip or 2 for mom and Dad to enjoy that room without us, compliments of Ceaser (not the real Ceaser).

Vegas was great!! I've been there quite a few times, but this was the first time I was able to gamble (Really aged myself low with that comment..don't judge lol). Bottom line, I love to gamble! The first night was a practice round at the black jack table (aka lost lol). The second night of gambling was amazing! Brandon my Dad and I went out after everyone went to sleep. We sat at the tables until 3:30! I tripled my money that night! The dealer was laughing so hard at me and my strategies. I think that is actually the signal for "This girl is going to bankrupt Vegas." For the greater good of the City I invested more money into the tables the last night (I didn't think it would be fair for me to win so much and take the experience away for future generations. That and "Invested" sounds a lot better than "Lost" when it comes to describing gambling money lol).

There were so many amazing moments about our trip! Most of these moments are only funny to my family, because our humor is a little messed up. We had a chain text between the entire family to keep us all updated, and the comments were SO funny (at least I thought they were) I had to save it. My favorite comment went like this:

Dad:

Where is everyone? I am in the BIG room all along.

Well. Just me...and a Coke.

Okay..A case of coke

Some Chips

A lot of Chips

A Mars Bar

.... and a Midget named Roland

.......... and a goat

Meagan:

B&K Are Grabbing some gelato and we are headed back. Don't let the midget leave before we get there!

And save me a Coke

Dad:

It is Pepsi. Don't hurry

And the midget is handcuffed. He is not going anywhere

If you see a goat wearing Kinsley's bra bring it back.

The goat. Don't care about the bra

Mom:

Bring it up a notch. Dad is bored. Someone PLEASE find him



It is a freaking miracle that I turned out even somewhat normal! Basically the entire trip had moments like that. That was in the middle of the day, imagine the kind of things that were being said once we past the 2am mark!

All in all the trip was awesome. Had a rough start with the whole "Room ordeal" and the 3hr delay on the way home was not great (spending over and hour in a boarded plan with 100 people and no air conditioning fits under the "not great" category) but everything else fits under the amazing category. I am so glad I have such a great family, we sure do have a lot of fun together. So Dad, now that you read my blog...when/where is the next vacation?!

Hospital Blog!

Where to begin? How about a few months ago! I started to get this horrible cough! At first I thought it was allergies (because my allergies were SOO bad this year), and then I got a bad cold, so I thought it was that. After a fews weeks of no allergy symptoms, and no cold symptoms, I knew this cough wasn't normal.

The start of last week I went to the walk in clinic. He said that this cough was indeed from allergies. My lungs had filled with mucous, and the cough was just due to irritation. He gave me a pill to take during the day (which was a chewable tablet that seriously tasted fantastic), and a narcotic cough syrup that taste crappy, but was AMAZING! (One night I fought the urge to sleep, and started talking about the fibers in my sheets brushing up against my skin cells....What can I say? Cough syrup brings out the party in me!)

By the end of last week I had seen no improvement. I was unable to go to the gym, I couldn't hold on a conversation, and my cough had gotten worse. By the time Friday came around I knew something was wrong. I couldn't decide if I should go to the hospital, or just the walk in clinic. For some reason I had this feeling I should go right to the hospital.

By the time I had gotten to the hospital, things had gotten progressively worse. I was so out of breath I felt faint and nauseous, and could hardly tell the nurse who I was or why I was there. Once they had me sitting I had expected to be in the waiting room for hours, but they had me back right away.

They asked for me to put a gown on, because they would need to do a series of chest x-rays. I was less than impressed about this, had I had service on my phone I would have blogged about it right then. If you don't understand why this pissed me off, your probably a man. Let me enlighten you. I have no top on, no bra on, and no tank top on. I also have an open back, which is making me FREEZING and the only thing between my boob and a room FULL of people, is a sick thin layer of fabric. Enough said.

There wasn't much time for my anger to grow, as they started doing tests on me right away. All that is the boring part (which lasted around 6 hrs). The fun part is when they had me hooked up to oxygenated Ventalin! When you take a Ventalin puffer you get a SMALL dose of the actual drug, I'm talking like a drop. THEY HAD ME INHALE OVER HALF A CUP! I tried to tell them I am a light weight, but they insisted that's what my height and weight needed to open my lungs. Well, it sure did that! Within minutes my body was shaking, my arms were tingling, and my fingers were numb. That feeling stayed for a good day or two (was not a fun weekend).

Despite being slightly drugged, I was still able to find hospital people to be rather entertaining. There is always the "Drunk Native" (No racism intended, but if you have been to Emerg in Lethbridge, you know its true) who crashed their car into something and insists they have only had water and milk to drink today. Then there is the "Stupid Man" that totally deserves to be there. In my case it was a guy who twisted his ankle (because he wasn't wearing the ankle brace he was supposed to) and is complaining because he has been waiting so long. Really buddy? Your stupid, you deserve to be hurt. If someone comes in holding their own limbs, in labor, not breathing, having a stroke, having chest pain, swallowed a quarter, stubbed their toe, had a weird color poo.....actually anything. You are the least priority because your stupid, deal with it. Next time ice and elevate! Then there is the "Show Off". The one who thinks there rather hot stuff because they are there. This was the guy who was bragging about how he drove his dirt bike off the coulees 8 weeks ago and his knee cap popped out the side..and his leg is still bent. You should be here, Ice and elevate wont fix that, but its always to watch the "Show Off" shut up when an old male Dr asks them to take their pants off ;)

All in all I have been diagnosed as asthmatic, and I have been having an asthma attack for over a month. The Dr. gave me a couple different puffers (which allow me to breath, but make me feel like death...lose lose situation) and a steroid. He said had I come to him right away it would have been much better, but because my lungs have been closed for so long, its going to take a few weeks for them to fully open up again. Which means no Abs Core and More class for awhile :(

On the bright side, I got the greatest news on Sunday. Brandon and I teach the 5yr olds in Sunday school at church. One of our darling 5yr olds (Stratton) was in Walmart with his family this past week, and saw one of those work out DVDs in the electronic sections. Apparntly the girl on the cover was wearing booty shorts, a tiny sports bra, had ripped abs and beach blond hair. Right away he looks at his parents and says "Is that Kinsley Phillips?!?!". Oh Stratton! How I love you! Thanks for noticing how hard I have been working, despite the fact just carrying on a converstaion with someone makes me need to nap.

That Person at the Gym

I have been taking my "ABS CORE AND MORE" class for a few months now, and I must say I am starting to look less like a fool (still can't do a push up to save my life....but were getting there). I remember the first time I went, and an old lady came up to my friend and I after and told us we were "Refreshing" to watch. Wasn't sure how to take that, so I took it as a compliment :D

So I wake up at 5:30 every Tuesday to make it to the gym for their 6am class. I never judge people at the gym, I think that's wrong. No matter your age, or size, or ability, we are all there to better ourselves and that is all that matters.

Well, I broke my rule this week. I judged a girl at the gym (and now I'm blogging about her haha). She is useless and annoying. Please let me explain.

I get there and we are all getting out mats and dumb bells and abs balls, and this lady is walking around huffing and puffing. "Great" I thought to myself "whoever ends up beside this girl is going to be lucky enough to hear her do this the entire class". Well, that lucky person... was me.

We are sitting on the abs balls just warming up, literally just swinging our arms in circles and she is freaking doing labor breathing!! I've clearly never been in labor, but according to movies where you do the stupid annoying breath in breath out (with sound effects)...ya she had that going on.

So then when we actually starting working out, clearly that gets worse. I can understand a grunt, or a groan from time to time. Heck, if your not grunting and groaning you need to be working harder! However, I don't think there is any reason to be flat out SCREAMING while your doing a sit up.

The teacher then told us to get into partners (I almost ended up with her :S). Thankfully I didn't, because at 6am, I really cant handle screaming (once again, hence I have no kids).

I'm paired with this other nice lady. So we are doing our partner stuff, passing medicine balls back and forth and what not. Then the next drill I offered to go first. I laid on the ground while my partner stood at my head. I held on to her ankles and lifted my legs up, while she would push them back to the ground. I did not bad. Then we switched.

I stood up, she grabbed on to my ankles. Stopped. Then grabbed on to my shoes.

Then is when I realize I totally didn't shave my legs...for a SUPER long time.

Once again, I'm "That person at the gym"

I Get What I Want

Bold statement, I know. I don't mean this in like a super wench kinda way. I mean it in like a "If you screw me over your totally going to know about it" (See this blog Here if you don't know what I mean).

Earlier this week I had to stop at Safeway and grab something really quick. Instead of bringing in my entire purse I decided to just grab my Safeway card, American Express, and Airmiles! So I go in, grab my few things and go to check out. After standing in line, my card wont work. I have no idea why, but the cashier just keeps trying it, and saying its not working. She was also new and didn't know what to do after that. Super embarrassing as I had to go out to my car, find my debit card, and stand in line AGAIN.

Then the other day I go in with a gift card. Again, I just needed a few things so I didn't bring in my purse. I decided to not bring in another form of payment, because then I would have purposely spent more than the gift card (Yes, that's me budgeting, I'm super good at it!). I went to self check out, and for some reason my gift card is not working. I hadn't used it yet, so I wasn't sure what was wrong. The cashier watching over the self check out tills was flirting with cashier at the express lane (normally would not have bothered me, I think I'm sort of a nice person, but today I was irritated, and in a HUGE rush, so I didn't really have time to listen to their fake laughs and plans for Friday night). The following conversation went something like this:
Me: "Um...HI?"
Cashier chick: "Hi?"
Me: looks down at the till, back at her.. "This isn't working"
Cashier chick: "Oh, haha. Is that a gift card?"
Me: Looks at the gift card, back at her "Um...yup"
Cashier Chick: "Oh ya, those don't work today. I don't know whats wrong" Then she continues on with her conversation with boy from express lane.
Me: About ready to slap this girl "Um ya hi, still here. What do you mean they aren't working? Like, not at this till? Or not at all?"
Cashier Chick: "Oh not at all, they haven't worked all day"
Me: "Thanks for letting me know the first 2 times I swiped the card, and waited for it to register."

Was probably not the best "Kinsley Moment" but come on! I swear, stupid people are placed in my life just to test my sanity. One day someone is going to get hurt, and all I will be able to say is "They were stupid, it was bound to happen."

Anyways, this is not a rant on stupid people, that would take forever (perhaps I will write a book). So I go back to Safeway to get some cheese, and make sure their gift cards are working (and the stupid cashier chick wasn't lol). I get to the till, go to pay, and my gift card was like $3 something short. What? I hadn't used it yet! Then I remembered that the amount it was missing was the exact amount that the bill came to the other day when it wouldn't work. I told the cashier about what happened, and she said she couldn't do anything about it, and I would need to pay the difference and talk to the supervisor.

I explained everything to the supervisor (left out the little love fest, I didn't want to get myself worked up). She apologized, said she wasn't really sure how to fix it either, but she would give us a $5 gift card to make up for it. Awesome!! I love making money off of stupid people!

But then this brings me back to the point of someone somewhere is now out $2. Dang it! There is no winning. New plan, eliminate stupid people! Save $2...I think it's worth it.

Nothing McDonalds Can't Fix

I promised a blog post of my "Awesome" day. Where do I begin....How about 12 hours before I left work...which was basically when I got to work.

I get to work totally pumped for the day! Went to the gym before hand, packed a healthy lunch, and planned to stay a couple hours late to catch up on some stuff from my last weeks holidays (which also deserves a post). Once I get there I looked and the schedule and was reminded that the first few hours for EVERYONE canceled, but that was okay because every other appointment was confirmed and looking good!

To refrain from dragging this paragraph on for too long, let me just say half the day just didn't show. Who books appointments, confirms them, and then just doesn't show up? I can't comprehend this madness. (That's almost as bad as the lady yesterday who freaked out insisting she had an appointment, then sat down in the waiting room and said "And again an appointment I show up for that 'apparently' I don't have." Really? Does this happen do you often? Maybe its you then!!)

So I was frantically trying to fill the day, while trying to catch up from being on holidays last week, and one of my hygienists wife decides to go into labor. (Clearly I have never had children, hence I am able to use the word "decides" when talking about birth), Who does that on a Tuesday? Common! How inconvenient. So on top of the gong show of a Tuesday it had already been, now I'm trying to find people to come in and cover for him for the rest of a week. I thought I told him to explain to his wife a Thursday would be best. Men, they never listen!

I temporarily skipped reviewing and editing Wednesday, because I wasn't too sure how I was going to swing it with this whole "Baby" thing. So I looked at Thursdays schedule, which I also decided to skip as one of the Dentist is going to be away, one hygienist working a half day, and another hygienist called to say she couldn't work on Thursday. Alright, Friday it is. Just kidding NOPE. All of Friday was booked wrong, and needed LOTS of fixing, so I decided to skip Friday to. Its only Tuesday and I am already at Saturday. AWESOME!

At 3:00 I decided it was time for lunch. Clearly McDonalds was in order! After I called The Husband, and this is kinda how it went:

B: What did you get for lunch?
K: A Cheeseburger
B: Just a cheeseburger?
K: Well, a double cheeseburger.
B: A Double Cheeseburger?
K: Well, two double cheeseburgers.
B: Two double cheeseburgers!?
K: ...And fries
B: Two double cheeseburgers AND Fries?!?
K: ......And a coke. But it was a coke zero, so were good to go, basically cancels everything else out.

(I cant comprehend people who miss dental appointments on days when it is plus 31, not a cloud in the sky, and not windy...yet the above statement makes total sense to me. I'm a little messed up, I acknowledge and accept that).

Quickly after that I regretted my decision for eating McDonalds, as I remembered my battle this morning with the weigh scale...(What can I say I had an AWESOME time at stampede lol). I was full after the first burger,...so I put the other one in my purse. That was actually brilliant considering I was still at work when it was time for dinner!

Um, after that the specifics are kind of meaningless, but it got to the point where really all I could do was laugh (Until I looked out the front window and there was half the native reserve huddled by our front door, I was a little scared). So then I spent the last few hours just me and my burger, turned the music up load and partied!! I worked a little to, I should probably add that seeing as how my manager reads my blog ;). I gotta say, the rest of this week is looking DANG good now! (Sadly, I hope its not nice outside so people actually come to their appointments I have worked so hard to make perfect).

Moral of the story...NO BABIES!!! Hahaha! Just kidding. Good luck Trent & Jill, So excited for you and your family!!

Recent Festivites

Well, it has been awhile since I blogged. I don't even know where to start!! Hmm..events that have happened that are worth blogging about....

The Flood!
I left work early on Friday (a couple weeks ago lol) because we had to be in Calgary by like 5pm. I get home and we are packing everything up. Last thing we grab is the Kennel from under the stairs for Makita. When we opened the door, and instantly I knew we would not be making it to Calgary. You could hear the water just pouring in. Our sump pump decided to be more of a "Sump do nothing" type of thing. And as their was a constant stream of water coming in, there was no water going out. We pulled everything out from under the stairs (I have decided I hate "Under the stairs". That's where you put all your crap that you will "deal with another day"..aka when your house floods).

Once we got that emptied we realized our office was also soaking wet. For those of you that have been in our house, our office is a man cave. Its the size of a small bed room, and it is 50% custom made desk (which was now in water). It was a lost cause trying to move it, because it is huge and dang heavy. So we just unplugged everything, and started with the shop vac and towel routine.

The next room we go into was the guest room (basically another place to store junk). Surprise surprise, another little mini swamp. So we moved the dresser (And while moving the dresser, ripped and jewelry holder off of the wall) and the bed away from the wall. And then there was UNDER the bed. Oh my gosh. It was a secret stash of Brandons jeans. Who knew?!? It was actually kind of a saving grace as they absorbed a lot of the water, but it made for 2 loads of laundry that I didn't really care to do.

Then our bedroom. Thankfully not as bad, but still was in need of some furniture moving. We had piles of crap stacked to the roof in every dry corner of our house (which were hard to find). I felt like I was living in a fort, which made it kind of fun, if I didn't have to sort through it and put it away after it would have been a blast! I remember growing up our basement flooded once, I thought it was AWESOME! My mom made it so much fun! Sadly, not so much fun when your the one with pruned toes...

It took us a week to get everything dried out. Constant use of the shop vac (which I would not recommend doing before normal vacuum, but, I didn't really get to choose), towel dabbing, and fanning! We also got A LOT of spring cleaning done! Some things that were found include:
-Thank you cards from our wedding nearly two years ago in an envelope labeled "Need Address". I sent most of them, there was only a handful left. But, I figured it would be super tacky to send them now. I contemplated reading them and looking for the "Thank you for the towels" cards...and adding and extra thank you.
- Some of Brandon's mail from 2001. That's right, over 10 years ago! So now when he leaves mail on the counter, and says he will go through it tomorrow, I have every right not to believe him
- The white tank top I have been looking for since before I got married. That was nice!
- Two guitars, one guitar case, and a box of guitar books, which is ironic seeing as how neither of us can play the guitar
- And two garbage bags of random crap that has been thrown away (which can not be discussed because then Brandon will realize its gone lol)

So, that's the story of our flood. All is nice and tidy now. I even came home from work one day to find that Brandon and built a nice shelf in a garage for better storage space!

True Colors Seminar
My office put on a "True Colors" seminar. It was really neat! What it was is learning more about your personality. There are four different colors (Gold, Blue, Orange and Green) and each color represents a type of personality. We took a test to see which color is most dominant in our personality. I was Gold. Which basically means I am OCD, everything has to line up perfectly, and be color coordinated, and have direction and order. Yup, that's me :). It was A LOT of fun to learn about the different types of personalities, and how important it is to have a blend of people.

Ashley's Bachelorette
One of my best friends is getting married in TWO WEEKS!!! Its crazy! We had a bridal shower and a bachelorette for her this weekend, and it was a lot of fun! We went bowling, then went out for dinner at Moxies, then back to Jessies house and did gifts and games and food!
When we were at the bowling alley, we were all going up to get shoes. Jessie walks up and says:
Jessie "Do you guys have half sizes"
Bowling guy "Yup"
Jessie "Perfect! Ill get an 8!"
Bowling guy - lol
It was SOOO funny! You have to know Jessie to really understand how funny this was, but we laughed so hard! She also tried to do a "dive bowl", and hit the floor so hard with the ball that she slid and cut open her hand. I cant remember if this was before or after she threw the ball straight into the wall while trying to "Bowl behind her back"
All in all, really great night. I have to say though, I missed Brandon so bad. It feels like I haven't slept alone in so long! I tried to cuddle up against the couch to make it feel like him..it didn't work so well.

Voicemail Texts
Brandon's phone has this thing where when he gets a voice mail, it will text it to him so he doesn't have to call and listen to it. It's a free thing, so, its not that great. Example, he got a text from me today that said "Buddy, its Julie calling and your not even answering. Gosh Darn day. Love you, bye" (To make this even funnier, please know that it definitely DID NOT say gosh darn, I edited it for those of you that may take offense lol). My real message was "Buddy, Its your wing man calling, and your not even answering, sad day. Love you bye." Needless to say I think Brandon was a little confused as to who Julie was, and why she was so upset lol. He listened to that voice mail.

Birthday Festivities

Although I did not end up going on a spontaneous trip to Vegas to gamble off everything that I own, my birthday so far (Yes, I say so far even though it was yesterday lol) has been GREAT!

On Tuesday I went to cheese cake with Jen, Deb (Jen's mom), Shari and of course the Husband! It was Delicious!! I got their chicken taco salad (which once I got I remembered I HATE chicken..dont know how I forgot, but the salad was SOO delicious it didn't even matter). We ate and talked, and ate some more. Had some good laughs and of course finished it off with Cheesecake! I think its against the rules to go there and NOT get cheesecake.

Tuesday night we watched the hockey game (Not gonna lie, getting a little bored of hockey, but it was an AMAZING game!) AND the biggest loser finale! So awesome!! Ate some more and then went to bed.

As soon as the clock struck midnight (such a cliche term btw, who even has clocks that still "strike") my phone rang. My little brother send me a lovely birthday text to start the day off! I continued to receive text messages all though the night! I woke up and my little LITTLE brother called to sing happy birthday, along with Mom and Dad!

On my way to work I stopped at the Chiropractor so I could be 100% for the day! I got to work and the happy birthdays began! A few hours later I received the most beautiful bouquet of red and orange roses from Brandon (Which look SOOOO good in my office... Which I love so dearly, and I'm sure my boss who is reading this is just shaking her head and laughing at me ..but I feel like a big deal lol)! I had lunch and was so tempted to eat the pre-made pre-portioned frozen cookie dough Rikki had brought for me (I did munch on it later...SOOO good!). Later in the afternoon Grandee and Papa (The Grandparents) stopped by with money for the movies AND a gift certificate to my favorite little Mexican restaurant El-Comals! As the day started to whined down, and I was getting ready to go, ANOTHER set of flowers came! I nice spring colored arrangement from Great Gram T and uncle Ward! Could I be more lucky?!?!

I came home to decide how I wanted to spend the evening. I couldn't decide what I wanted for dinner, or what I wanted to do. I decided I wanted to go to the movies. The Movie I wanted to see started in 40 mins! So obviously my first thought was McDonalds lol. Now now, before you judge me to quickly, we didn't go to McDonalds for my birthday... we upgraded and went to Wendys instead:) We made it to the movies and I got to enjoy a nice night with the hubby! I even got to talk to my big brother from Utah (sorta kinda in the movie..sorry everyone. I was totally prepared to play the "Birthday Card" if I had to lol). And then finished it off with a blizzard from DQ!

But the Birthday celebrations did not end with the birthday! Today Rikki took me out for lunch because yesterday her debit card was MIA. (She found it in the hunnys truck, smart man lol). I decided I wanted to go to Sams Donair! (She had never had a Donair?!?! I know, how has she even survived?) It was SOOO good. We were a little longer than we should have been, but it was worth it!

I somehow convinced Brandon that we should also order Chinese food for dinner! Also SOOO good! But, then the best birthday surprise EVER happened! As we were sitting down to eat the door bell rang. We both kinda looked at each other confused. We opened the door to see my favorite little 4yr old Stratton! Stratton is in our primary class at church, and we just love him to bits! He has in his hand a GIANT cupcake, and a coke zero! Need I say more?? Best birthday gift EVER!!!! A few months after teaching him I started reading his moms blog which is SOO inspirational. I feel like I have known that family forever! His dad said they had stopped by yesterday to drop it off, and when I wasn't there Stratton was so sad. That seriously broke my heart! Thank you SOO much Stratton (Aaron and Skye lol), that really made my day!

Well, I think the birthday celebrations are coming to an end. Although, we are going to Calgary this weekend, and I might just steal my Moms bike as another happy birthday gift (Hey Mom, Remember how you SOLD MY BIKE!...ha ha, I will never give that up).

All in all, I have decided I like birthdays! And I am going to celebrate them monthly, yearly is just way to far apart!

Fat people know their fat, Ugly people know their ugly

This is not a comical blog post, this is a rant. For all of you faithful followers, feel free to skip this one. I just need to rant to feel better.

I have had acne since I was 12 years old. I'm not talking like a zit here and there, I'm talking like I was beat with the ugly stick. Whatever, wasn't a huge deal when I was 12. At that time, if I DIDN'T have acne I would be an outcast. But lets get real here, I'm 21 (in a few days) I think it's time.

Why the sudden need to rant? Oh, allow me to tell you.

So earlier this week I was meeting with a new patient at my work (in my nice to fancy office, that's the upside of this post). He was an African gentleman who had a very strong accent and was very straight forward with things. So we were discussing the importance of regular dental cleanings, and some interesting things about our office when mid conversation he stops and says "Wo wo wo, is that ring a marriage ring??" I told him yes and he replied with "Oh that's to bad. I very like you. But, Why haven't you done anything to fix your face?" WHAT?!? Are you kidding me? Did you seriously just say that to me after proclaiming your love to me?? The rest of the conversation when like this:
"Oh "Bob", trust me, I have tried it all"
"Have you tried the proactive?"
"Yes, I have tried the proactive, it didn't work"
"Ya I see the proactive didn't work! It works so good on the television"
I'm not really sure how the rest of the conversation went after that, as I was basically focusing on two things. Not crying, and keeping myself from slapping him and giving him a lesson on what is culturally acceptable to discuss with strangers.

I went home that night really upset. I joked about it with people from work, but on the inside, I was pissed. I layed in bed that night and thought of all the times children have asked me why I have mosquito bites on my face, or why I have the chicken pox. All the times I had family members try to tell me I need to change my diet, or wash my face more. All the money I have spent on lotions, and face washs, and prescription creams and medications. And when after all of those things didn't work when I went to see a dermatologist who told me he couldn't help me until my face cleared up (also a time I had to keep myself from slapping someone. Obviously if it was cleared up, I would not have been talking to him).

So after a little pitty party I decided that I was going to start tanning again. It seems to always make it a little better. So off to Fabutan I went.

I tan very easy. I came to work the next day and almost everyone had noticed I was a little darker (after 8 mins. Money well spent lol). I was still really upset about the previous conversation with my African buddy, but I was starting to get past that. UNTIL someone that I worked with came in and said "Your looking rather tanned, now we just have to figure out what to do about your face." Really? Like really?!?! Do you not know that I am fully aware of the conditions of my face! Had I been holding something it may have flown across the room.

Yet another pitty party was in order. Makita and I had a little girls night with a few tears and a nice nap.

I have tried EVERYTHING. Like, honestly, if it's out there, I have tried it. And I have had good results with a lot of things. But the problem is as soon as I stop, the good results end. I'm sorry but I refuse to be on accutain for the rest of my life. Or have a chemical peel and have my face fall off every weekend.

I decided I was going to go to the natural foods store and find a solution there. While I was there looking at things, another stranger decided to point out my acne.

I realize people are trying to help. But give me a freaking break. Pointing out the problem is not help, I am well aware that its there. I don't go up to obese people and be like "Oh wow you are HUGE, you should try to diet."

Please consider this my warning to the world. If one more person sees the need to inform me or my ugly face, I will punch theirs, and cut off mine.

End rant.

Forced to Eat Right

I always thought I was a positive easy going person. I've always gotten along with almost everyone, and I'm usually in a good mood....Except for when people MESS UP MY FOOD!

I seriously don't know what it is. It's no even the fact that my food is wrong that makes me so upset. What makes me upset is that APPARENTLY you have to be a total jerk to get things right in this world. I am not ok with paying for food that isn't what I wanted, but I'm REALLY not ok with having to be a jerk.

After my last little "blow out" at Wendy's, the same thing happened at McDonalds. We ordered four burgers, and only one of them was right. We ordered to supersized fries, and they were half full (Which I had to bite my tongue to keep myself from explaining to the guy that had I wanted a medium amount of fries, I would have ordered the medium), the two large coke zeros were good though...not sure how you could possibly get that one wrong.

It was then that I decided maybe it wasn't a "negative vibe" that I was giving off, maybe its a sign that I need to STOP EATING FAST FOOD!!! So I decided, eating at home or going out to a restaurant is the way to go for me, NO MORE DRIVE THROUGHS!

Brandon and I spent Mothers day in Calgary, and as a family we decided that we wanted to take my mom out for dinner. So after church we all met at a restaurant (I don't think mom would be to impressed with a Big Mac for Mothers day dinner anyways, so I didn't have to break my new rule). It was my Mom and Dad, little brothers Shaffer and Preston, and B and I. After the 50min wait for our 6 meals....Brandons was the only one that was right.
Moms - They totally forgot to make, and had to remake it after we all got ours (Happy Mothers day)
Shaffers- They forgot the cheese toast he special ordered (And we were at the restaurant that he works for, you would think we would get "special treatment")
Prestons - He ordered fries and chicken wings, and they forgot his ketchup and gravy
Mine- I ordered a mild chicken burger, and the bun was SO hard I actually couldn't bite it (Seriously, I hit it against my plate it it was rock hard). I said it wasn't a huge deal, and to just bring me a new bun. They kindly made me a whole new burger, but made it spicy. Awesome.
Dads- Paid $20 for "all you can eat wings", and they never came to ask him if he wanted more. They were coming to our table every 2 mins with stuff they forgot the first time (...and second time...and third time) I don't know why they couldn't just top him off each time. I'm sure he felt like he got such a great deal paying $3.33/wing.

I really don't know what it is! It makes me feel like such a wench when I have to ask a waitress to redo anything. I was still going to give her a not bad tip, because it's not entirely her fault. However, what is her fault is after 15mins she came to our table and said "Sorry I have been ignoring you, I'm really embarrassed." No need to be embarrassed, stuff happens. You can be embarrassed when you get a crap tip because you just openly admitted the fact we didn't get our meals fixed sooner is because you were ignoring us. High five!

It has now been decided no more eating anywhere except for my own kitchen. I can make my food just how I like it, and if its not right its no ones fault but my own. I just can't handle calling people out on their mistakes. And whenever I do get free/discounted things I lose sleep over it knowing that the money I didn't have to pay had to come from someone somewhere who is now losing out.

My best friend in Calgary is a personal trainer, and offered to make me a personalized meal plan. (If anyone is thinking about having one made let me know! She is reasonably priced and will give you a meal plan with 3 meals, and 2 snacks that will add up to the perfect amount of calories, fats, carbs, sugars and all of that your body needs to maintain a healthy weight!) Brandon and I have been doing that for a week now, and LOVE IT! I am now not only losing weight, and saving money, but I am also not putting myself in situations where my "Dark Side" comes out lol.

P.S. The other day we were in the kitchen and Brandon leans over to me and says "This whole eating at home thing means we have ALTO of dishes" LOL! I don't know how people ever lived without a dishwasher!

They Screw You at the Drive Through

Common phrase I know, but sadly almost always true....but never THIS true!

So at work, I have had a promotion :) :) :) (Yes, smiley face times 3 lol). I am not the Hygiene Coordinator for Lethbridge Dental Surgical Suites! Rather excited. (So, if you want to get your teeth cleaned.... :)) I started training this week, and then I have one more week to learn the ropes and I am on my own! So, work has be a little stressful (and long) this week. A few of us (being myself, one of the hygienist, and the current hygiene coordinator) decided we should get lunch today!

They all wrote down their orders, and I offered to drive to Wendys to grab everything.

Our order:
Baja Salad w/ Cheese burger
Baja Salad w/ fries
Cheeseburger (Only Mustard, Ketchup, pickles and Cheese) with a large fresca and large fries.

I figured that would be easy enough! So, I get there and they make a huge deal that I cant paid a salad with fries (a burger yes, but fries no...I know..STUPID). So whatever, I said its fine ill just pay for the fries. Problem solved! (That's me, solving the worlds problems $1.89 at a time)

So I get to the till, pay and pull away. On my drive I go to eat some fries, and I see there is only one burger, and one fries!! So, I call Wendys, explain the situation, and also explain I am already 15 mins into my half hour lunch. She says she will have everything ready and waiting for me when I get there.

I walk in, thank her, and run back to my car. Open the bag, and STILL no fries. Back into Wendys I go. Trying to stay calm (even though I am now 25 mins into my 30 min lunch) I explain to her there are no fries. She makes me my fries and off I go....again!

Get a phone call from the girls who are waiting for their lunches, and tell them I have now had to go back, twice, ill need to drive back to work, find a place to park, and Ill be there.

I finally get to work, tell them the story, and apologize that we are well past our 30 mins. We open the bag to find this:
- The Large fries were actually mediums
- The cheeseburger had everything on it
- No napkins
- No croutons (for either salad)
- And the wrong salad dressing

I was pissed (understatement...huge understatement). I called the lady back and explained my frustration (in a positive way) UNTIL she says "Well, the salad doesn't come with fries." I AM FREKAING AWARE THE SALAD DOES NOT COME WITH FRIES, I HAD TO PAY EXTRA FOR THE FRIES!!!!!! WHY ARE FRIES SUCH A HUGE DEAL TO YOU?!?!

And then (Oh yes...there is more) She tried to tell me they don't have a vinaigrette. Clearly she ins unaware of how much food means to me. I stomped into our lunch room and read the whole package to her, and proceeded to ask her if she would like me to read the ingredients to her.

I asked her what time she would be working until, as I wanted to come in after work (which I now don't know what time that would be, as I will now need to put in overtime) and discuss this situation with her.

After all that, I now had no time to even eat the salad, and int he fridge it went. (However, super good salad, I highly recommend it to everyone!)

After work I go to talk to her, and start off my apologizing for my phone call. She was really good about it, and apologized for screwing up my ENTIRE order. She then offered to give me my money back, or another salad for free. I told her not to worry about the salad, as I still had mine from lunch because after everything I had no time to eat it. I said what would be better, is if I could get a free meal for myself and my husband, as we are headed out to Calgary tonight, and if they were willing to pay for our meals, I would be willing to give their drive through another chance.

And WALA...two free meals any size I want :) All I need, another burger in my system lol

Just Another Rainy Saturday

This past Saturday I offered to work at one of our "Sister Offices." Now, even though this office is only about a block away from the office I work at, I have never been there. I have been told that Saturdays at that office are rather slow and stress free, so I was kind of excited.

I got there before everyone else so I could walk around and familiarize myself with the building a little bit. The day was going SOO great! It was a bit more busy that we had planned because we had a few emergency patients come in. Also, the assistant had the flu, and couldn't find anyone to cover for her, so every once in awhile she would have to get up to go to the bathroom and puke (what a dedicated employee).

The day was cold, and wet. Snowing and very slushy outside. Have you ever had a little leak in the roof on days like that? Where you put a bucket down and listen to that slow annoying drip until it is fixed??

Ya, Saturday was not that day. I'm sitting at my desk thinking how awesome it is that I am getting paid over time, and basically just relaxing! I all off the sudden I hear a DOWN POUR! I look over to see a waterfall coming in through the ceiling. I call Brandon in a panic and say "Come! Quickly! Bring our towels! All of them!!!!" I call my office manager telling her she needs to get to the office right now! Brandon comes with towels and starts running through the building to shut off all the internal water. We send our patients home, because obviously with no water there isn't a lot we can do. I call my office manager again, in more of a panic. She starts to get mad at me because I locked the front door, and tells me she just received ANOTHER emergency call and they are on their way over. SERIOUSLY!?!?! THE ONLY WATER WE HAVE IN THE BUILDING IS THE WATER POURING THROUGH THE ROOF! I tell her to just get here. I believe we have this conversation every 5 or so minutes until she showed up, with only a few towels.

My manager is a faithful blog follower of mine. She (along with everyone else who has ever heard me tell a story) thinks I exaggerate slightly. It's not exaggerating. I don't think its fair that just because I find things to be important that perhaps other people don't, that makes me an exaggerator. ANYWAYS, I think she thought this was one of those time.

Until, she walked in and saw this:
Yes, feel free to look at that for a moment or two. Those buckets would fill to the BRIM every ten minutes. Please notice the steady stream. As my manager walked in she literally just stood there and looked at it, and then began apologizing saying she had no idea it was this bad. Even when I describe it to people now, words mean NOTHING until you see the picture.

So that's a brief glimpse into my "Relaxing Saturday." Between being hunched over ringing out towels for 4 hours (in uncomfortable high heels), and my abs class, I was in SO much pain Saturday night I contemplated going to the hospital (no exaggeration there btw). Every muscle in my body throbbed. I was in pain all Saturday night, all Sunday, and was about ready to call into work on Monday.

Thankfully my darling Husband made me a muscle repair shake, and I was feeling much better by Monday. On the topic of my husband, I thought I should take a moment to tell him how grateful I am for him. He's the guy who drops everything to pack up ALL of our towels with out questions. He spends his ENTIRE (unpaid) Saturday afternoon helping ringing out damp towels. He then stays after half the people leave to Shop-Vac the soaking wet carpet. And once we get home, and I can't even move, he just takes care of me, makes sure that I am comfortable, and knows how much he loves me. I love you Brandon!

Shocking Self-Esteem KILLER

I went to an "Abs core & more" class with a friend last night. It was AWESOME. We had a great workout, and totally got our butts HANDED to us. We got killed. We were probably the youngest there, and possibly the most out of shape (which is probably what people thought,...but no no, we were screwing up on purpose just to bring smiles to other peoples faces. We are all about the smiles LOL). Ya no, we sucked!

I was feeling rather good about it though, I needed some motivation to create this six pack I want so badly! The part that killed me was the arm work out. Clearly the class should be "Abs core and MUCH MUCH MORE."

My arms have always been weak..always. My little brother could beat me at an arm wrestle by the time he was old enough to consciously move his arms. To this day he always calls my bicepts my "squishy muscles". Ok I think your starting to get the point.

Last year I got shingles in my shoulder. At first I thought it was just a dry patch of skin or something, so I put lotion on it and ignored it. Then it started to get itchy, and hurt, and it felt like I had a knife in my shoulder muscle. Normally by this point I would go to the doctor, but it was my first official day at my new job!! I obviously couldn't just call in! So I waited a few days, until one morning I woke up and the lymph node in my neck was basically protruding out the side! That's when I knew something was wrong. I got up the next day before work and waited at the walk in clinic for 3 hours. Then I left to go to work. After work I waited again for another 5 hours. When I FINALLY saw the doctor he told me I had shingles. I knew NOTHING about that. He told me that it eats away at muscles, and is a very serious condition. He said it spreads, and also can come back. If it comes back on my spine, eyes, or brain it can be life threatening. WHAT!?!?! Its in my left arm! Just take the left arm..I hardly use it anyways! (He didn't seem to get my humor, clearly he is not a faithful blog follower). So he told me I would have to take oral meds, and more oral meds to counter act the nausea of the first meds, (Yes, it was a fantastic first week of work lol) and creams...and he also told me to be prepared to have no muscle strength in my shoulder for a LONG time. What he didn't tell me is how much this all would cost! Oh my heck! Having just started a new job, I had no insurance!!! Side note..so thankful for insurance!

So here I was last night, almost a year later, thinking I have grown back most of my shoulder strength (considering right after I couldn't even find the strength to lift my arm over my head..no joke) I thought I would be able to do alright. Nope, I didn't. It was SOO hard. My arms were shaking, and my shoulders felt like jello. But I was SOO proud of myself for actually doing it, this is a BIG step in the direction of getting rid of my squishy muscles (shingles or no shingles).

I woke up a little sore this morning, but was still feeling so proud of myself. I lost 0.8lbs!! It isn't much, but is still great! I have set a goal to lose me "Mexico" weight. Dang all inclusives!

Today at lunch a friend at work asked if I would go with her to AMA to renew her registration. I didn't REALLY want to, but thought I should seeing as how I need to renew my drivers license.

I get there and I tell her everything is the same, as I just had it updated a year and a half ago when Brandon and I got married. Blond hair? Yup. Brown eyes? Yup. Wear contacts? Yup. Same address? Yup. Same phone number? Yup. 5'7"? Yup. *Pause* 110lbs....?

Thanks lady. I'm trying here! No I don't weigh the same as I did when I was fourteen years old!! Way to KILL my self esteem!

PS, I didn't answer with my current weight, I told her my goal weight, and I feel good about that :)

Joys of Puppy Parenthood - Thoroughly Disgusted

Before I start this rant, can I start by saying what tricky words "Thoroughly Disgusted" are. I attempted to spell them correctly for a good minute, until I had to open up Word and spell check them. I hate spelling, everything should just be spelled the way it sounds. Does disgusted sound like it should have a "g" in it? Ya, I didn't think so either.

Back to today's rant.

Growing up I ALWAYS wanted a puppy..always. Asked for one every Christmas, and my Birthday. And Easter, and thanks giving, and Halloween, and on family day, and most Saturdays...I think you get it.

I was always told no. My brother was allergic, and all dogs shed. When I was about 11, my dad was getting the itch more and more for a dog. My Dad got my Mom a dog house, she got a dog leash for her birthday, a beware of dog sign, and dog treats and toys for mothers day. My mom went away for a week and my dad took us to the pet store almost every night to look at puppies! I was sure this was when my dreams were going to come true!! When I was 12, one night my parents finally sat us down. They asked us if we got a new addition to the family who would take it for walks, I perked right up! Who would clean up after its "accidents", again I rose to the responsibility. They continued on about how much work an addition to the family could be. I was READY for this work! I remember being so excited I could hardly sit down. Then finally I heard "Well I'm so glad you kids are all willing to help, your moms pregnant!!"

WHAT!?!?! I wanted a dog and moms having a baby?!?! I take back EVERYTHING I said I would be responsible for! So, gone were my dreams of having a puppy, instead I got another brother..not even a sister! (PS Preston, I love you like crazy! So glad we got you instead of a puppy, you are seriously the angel in my life, BUT for this blog, lets just stick to the point of a dog) (PS again, Mom and Dad can you please find the video of that conversation? I think it would be SOOO funny to watch!)

So then as Preston got older, and was ready for a puppy of his own I thought FOR SURE it was time. My oldest brother was going on a mission, she we didn't have to worry about his allergies, but again, no dog.

I finally moved out, puppyless. When Brandon and I started dating I made it VERY clear that if he saw a future with me, he better see a puppy in it. He laughed and said ok. When we got engaged, I kid you not it was like "Will you marry me?" "Yes" "We aren't getting a puppy." WHAT?!?! You can't tempt me with those words of love and that shiny stone and say something like that!! He was kidding.. kind of. He didn't want the mess, and the hair, and the training, and all of that. I felt like I was 12 again. Was he going to tell me he was pregnant after I admitted I would do all this?? I told him I would take care of our puppy, and I promised I would clean all the messes. He still wasn't ENTIRELY convinced, but we compromised and got a puppy (oh how I love marriage lol)

I love Makita, A LOT. Anyone that knows me knows if you get me started on my dog, I could talk your ear off FOREVER! And I must say, my parents might have been right, they are TONS of work. Potty training wasn't too too bad. She had her accidents but I had no problem cleaning them. She did go through a stage where she ate the wall, and the baseboards (which I say lightly, but trust me..not so funny at the time...still not funny looking back). Brandon was the one who had to mud, and tape, and repaint. And take baseboards off, and buy new ones, and paint them, and cut them...sadly more than once. (What a patient man. How did I get so lucky!?!)

So this morning, I wake up, running late, rushing around trying to get to work on time. I wake up Brandon and say he will need to take her out and feed her and everything because I just don't have the time. I run upstairs and smell poo. I knew at that point I was not going to make it to work on time. I open up her kennel to see poop...everywhere. And not only poop, but hair covered poop because she is shedding so bad right now. Great. Awesome. So I take her outside, I start wiping down her kennel, and wondering how the heck I am going to clean her blanket. I got all the poop off of it, but it was COATED in dog hair. I thought of the brilliant idea of putting it in the dryer first, so that the lint collector could collect some of the hair before I put it in the wash. Good idea...sorta. It sure collected hair all right. I went to take the "lint off" and it was basically a blanket of dog hair. It was just as thick as it would have been if I just washed brand new towels..only no...it wasn't lint...it was dog hair.

I promised I wouldn't...BUT I did!

I don't understand grumpy people, I honestly don't. I can respect the fact that people have bad days, because obviously who doesn't? I have had a fair share of grumpy days in my life, where I am sure (and I am POSITIVE my husband will agree) I may have not been the happiest person to be around. However, I have NEVER taken my anger or frustration of my own life out on a total stranger.

Working front end at a very busy dental office I meet A LOT of people, and have really seen the extreme personality contrasts between people. I have had people so thankful that we (Being one of the fantastic doctors, really nothing to do with me) were able to help them when they were in pain, or answer their questions when they were afraid that they have actually been brought to tears. I have had people come back with doughnuts or treats for the staff because they were SOO impressed with the experience. I even had a lady right after her appointment tell me what a WONDERFUL experience it was getting her tooth pulled in our office! (I have never had an extraction while I have been awake, but I'm going to assume wonderful wouldn't be my first word.) And the neat thing was, is that she wasn't even kidding! She said she wanted to tell all of her friends what a positive experience it was!!

Then there is the other end of the personality scale. People come into the office like I seriously just personally destroyed them, and so far all I've have done is smiled! Take today for example (Which, my boss teased me that it would end up on my blog..I promised it wouldn't...but..here it is lol). I had a gentleman THROW his medical history at me..TWICE! I don't understand what the problem is. OBVIOUSLY we are a medical office, and require certain medical information (and the fact I asked him to come early to fill out this paperwork when I confirmed the appointmet). If you are on medication, or you have medical concerns, wouldn't you want the Dr to know about it? It would REALLY suck if we accidentally KILLED you because we didn't know you were allergic to latex when we had a latex glove down your throat. AND if you have no concerns..THEN JUST CHECK OFF NO FOR HEAVENS SAKE!!! I don't see the need for one acting like a 3 year old and throwing a fit (and medical papers)...especially at your poor receptionist who just wants to smile at you think about rainbows and butterflies (me lol). I (to be fully honest) could care less what is going on in your life, there is no excuse to act like that (Unless of course you have some disease which makes you act totally rude and disrespectful...all the more reason to fill out the medical!) But, I would like to thank SOLEY that old man for ruining my day, and resulting in me self medicating with fast food.....BUT that's for another blog.

I find it funny how today I was the worst person ever, yet yesterday someone asked me if I attended happy people seminars.. I think its safe to say it isn't me.

Solution to my problem, I am getting a plaque made at work:

Acting like a total jerk may result in loss of appointment

P.S. I have yet to pass this one by my manager, I have a slight feeling it may not fly. However I hope she is reading this laughing :)

Nudist Lifestyle

I don't mind doing laundry, I really don't. But today, as I looked in our closet, I wondered how it was even possible for 2 people to have SO MUCH DIRTY CLOTHES! There was 5 FULL baskets, not including the 2 baskets of towels (and then there is the sheets, and comforter, and mattress cover). HOLY MOLY!

Now I can understand why my mom would get so mad when I would throw clothes down the laundry shoot (oh yes, I grew up with a laundry shoot) when they were not dirty. And now I feel like such a jerk for all the times she did my laundry, nicely folded it, and placed it on my bed only for me to throw it on the floor. (But, Mom should have known better, when I come home from school, its nap time. Nothing can happen until I sleep..basically the same now lol)

I don't know how families with multiple children even handle this whole laundry thing. I mean, I watch my niece and nephew every once in awhile, and they usually both go through at least one change of clothes while they are here, and I usually only watch them for a few hours at a time. Even though their clothes are little, that's still a whole lotta laundry!

I was seriously contemplating being naked ALL of the time, because the sacrifice of my time to do laundry was just way to large, and when we decide to have kids, my time will be more valuable, and the laundry piles would be bigger. Luckily for our poor children, they are hopefully far FAR into the future, and maybe, just maybe I will be past this rant by the time they come along (doubtful though).

Someone did bring to my attention, that if we were all going to be naked, we would need to invest a little more time in the gym. Totally agreeable, there is nothing worse that fat naked people running around. (Like, there is always that old lady in the pool change room, that is HUGE and seems to be in no rush to cover up. That is a WHOLE different blog rant, but long story short, we cant have that EVERYWHERE!)

I realized that if I were going to be naked all the time there would be a few things I would need to do:
-Laser Hair Removal (Which I am in the process of, I have a few more treatments left)
- Tanning (Which I cant do while having laser hair removal)
- Not give up on the treadmill after 10 mins
- Give up fast food (Which we all know is not likely for me!)

So, I have decided that this may not be the lifestyle choice I am ready to make.

New Decision = Always going commando :). That has to cut AT LEAST half the laundry.

P.S. Most annoying thing right now....My washer is finished, my dryer is not. I started them at the same time. That is the dumbest thing ever. The Washer/Dryer people totally planned this just to piss me off, I know it.

Bright side, gives me time to blog ;)

Use your manners?

I was raised in a good home. Was taught to say please and thank you, and to always apologize if I was in the wrong. It seems that somehow, as we grow up, we take this more and more to heart. I have a few examples.

The last FOUR times we have gone out for dinner, my order has been drastically screwed up. (And, we don't got out for dinner TONS, but, seriously never fails)

Tonight we went to Boston Pizza. Ordered our meals and an appetizer. Said please and thank you and off the waitress went. We waited, and waited....and waited. A couple behind us sat down. We waited some more. Then they ordered, and we waited. THEN THE GOT THEIR FOOD..and we hadn't even got our appetizer yet! They come out and say they didn't have the right noodles for Brandons pasta. Whatever, make it with whatever noodle you want, no big deal. The waiting continues, and finally they bring out the meal. I kindly informed the waitress we never got our appetizer during our long wait...AND THEN I APPOLOGIZED! Is that really needed. Do I need to say I'm sorry because someone else cant do their job? I mean, I do, and always will because I'm nice like that, I'm just saying.

The EXACT same thing happened a few weeks ago when we went to Montanas. Totally forgot about our appetizer.

On Valentines we went to our favorite restaurant "El Comals." We go there so much we know the staff by name, and most of their life stories. They always come to ask our order just to make sure we haven't changed our mind, and after we order they smile and say "yup, the usual." I always get the burrito, with chicken, not spicy, and no cilantro. So when my order came, with EXTRA cilantro, and EXTRA hot sauce, needless to say I was not impressed (considering the last time we went there they did the same thing, and I apologized and said to just bring me out sour cream). But no, this was Valentines and I deserve to get what I want (I can be a little "strong willed" sometimes lol). So I told her, I apologized profusely and she re-made it for me.

AND THEN there was Moxies. I had a HORRIBLE day at work, and just needed to escape. My darling husband decided to take me out for dinner. Not a super exciting story here, just that they gave me a half soup instead of a full, and on brown bread instead of white. But still, I said please thank you and that I was sorry for their mistake. And appologized again for the inconvience I might have caused when she brought me out my proper soup and sandwich.

(Slight side note, I did get all my meals for free, which made me happy that I didn't have to pay, but then I felt even worse knowing that someone somewhere is losing out on money. Side note number 2, El Comals is still the best place in town. And considering we used to go there a couple times a week for like a year...I highly recommend going!)

So, that is just manners at restaurants. And then...there is work. I love my job, like, I actually do. I work with great people, and I love it despite its moments of high stress. I constantly find myself apologizing to patients for things that are completely out of my hands. But, whatever, that's part of my job. However, I do think at some point I should be able to cut the crap and call it like it is.

For example, people always call in with toothaches. And we always do everything within our power to get them in. Last Friday, I had a gentleman call at like 4:00 pm (Keeping in mind our last appointment is at like 3). And he goes on and on about how much pain he is in. I keep apologizing, and explaining to him that I am sorry but all the dentist have left. I offered him a weekend appointment at one of our other offices, said I could call the dentist at home and see if we could maybe call him in a pain killer to get him through the weekend. I tried every possible solution that I could. The whole time saying how sorry I was.

But really, the guy told me he has had this tooth ache for a week. Should I really even care at this point? Why can't I say "Oh well it was really rather stupid of you to wait until the end of the day Friday wasn't it? I'm sure your regretting this decision. Considering you called us, I am assuming you have our number, please call back on Monday because in all honestly, I could care less about your problem right now."

Oh if only. Moral of the story, I am too dang nice. Thanks Mom and Dad! Why couldn't you raise me to be a jerk??

Dealerships are Stealerships

I'm sure you have all read my rants about Mr.Lube (and if not, well, I'm sure its just a matter of time. Because I am due for an oil chance, and was give MORE Mr.Lube coupons due to their TERRIBLE service)

ANYWHO, this rant is not about Mr.Lube, ITS ABOUT GM! So my car had been making some funny noises, and doing some funny things, but nothing TO serious. Then last week my engine light came on. Brandon (my hero) was able to take a look at it. He knows a lot about cars, and seems to always know how to fix them. She he has a little machine thing that will read your engine code, and tell you whats wrong. He did that and a couple things came up. Because my car is still under warranty, we thought we would take it to the dealership and have them take a look at it, along with some of the other weird things my car was doing.

We dropped it off right before they closed so they could get it in first thing in the morning. Which, SIDE NOTE, meant that I got to drive Brandon's car for the day! That's right, now its for real, we are in love! After a year and a half of marriage he let me get behind the wheel of his baby IN A SNOW STORM. He was so concerned about me (cough cough, the car) he even text me to make sure I made it to work safely! What a guy!

Anyways, back to me :). Considering my luck with vehicles, we just gave them Brandons number, so that they could just deal with him. So the next morning they give him a call with a LIST of things that are wrong (upwards of $1000, not including the things that were covered by warranty). Brandon right away called the guy on it, and explained to him that he knew what the problem was, and just wanted to see what they would find. The guy was silent. Brandon told the guy to do what was covered under warranty, and Brandon wanted a print out of the other things that needed to be done including cost and parts.

After work I stop by the dealership to grab my keys, and then Brandon and I were going to come and get it after he was done work. Well, the night got busy, and it was 10:30, dark, snowing and FREEZING by the time we got there. So we go, and my car wont start. Sweet! Never had the battery die before. Needless to say, I wasn't to impressed. I totally blamed the dealership even though Brandon tried to convince me these things happen. I'm kind of a prepared freak, so I had jumper cables in my trunk. So we fix my car, wait for it to warm up and head on our way.

OH WAIT, no, that's not how it ended..that would be to simple. SO THEN I get into my car, put in in drive, hit the gas....and nothing. RPMs went up, but the car didn't move. I looked down to see if I was in neutral, nope. So I try it in reverse, nope. Put it in park, back in drive, nope. Then all of the sudden there was this loud grind and I shot forward. Sweet. I called Brandon, and ranted the whole drive home, while once again he tried to convince me these things happen.

AND THEN we get home and are looking over the invoice of things that need to be done, and Brandon sees on there something he hasn't seen before. So he googles it. He read up on it all night and EVERYTHING that he read said it was a huge scam. (Sorry I can't remember what its called, it's a boy word lol). FINALLY he sided with me, and we came to the conclusion:

I HATE MECHANICS!!

P.S. I have to give credit to Brandon for the sweet blog tittle. Not gonna lie, he said it a few days ago and I wrote it down so I wouldn't forget ;)

Calorie Counter!

That's right everyone! I have decided to count my calories. Today was day 1!! This is what I calculated:

I NEED to Eat 1441 calories a day
Today so far I have eaten 1109
I also did a little run and burned 178
This leaves me with having only consumed 931 calories!!

DO YOU KNOW WHAT THIS MEANS?!?!?!

Its time for me to go get a McDonalds cheese burger :)

Really its the only way to make up for that last 500 calories! And this is just a slight insight on why counting and keeping track of calories never works for me. I'm just SOO good at math that every last number must be accounted for. (Thanks dad for being an accountant, there can be NO missing numbers for me!)

I hope you all watch me when I make it into the biggest loser in a few years ;) I'm sure it will be just great!!

Are you my Mother?

I have a fantastic Mom. She really is the greatest. As a child (well, and up until the day I moved out) she always had breakfast ready for us, our lunches made, and a healthy meal for dinner time. Sadly for us, we hardly ever had sugar cereal, and we NEVER had Kool-Aid. I suppose it was a good thing, because to this day I still don't have a cavity. However, due to that, when I moved out I spent my months budget on Cinnamon Toast Crunch and Kool-Aid Jammers. I know, I was quite the rebel when I moved out, breaking all the rules. Anyways, after the first month, I realized how expensive that was (and how gross Cinnamon Toast Crunch was with Kool-Aid), and then settled for Ichiban and Kool-Aid Jammers (And no, cutting the Kool-Aid out of the budget was NOT an option. They were on sale once, and I filled my ENTIRE trunk. I had a special pantry in my house dedicated SOLELY to my Kool-Aid!!). Have you ever heard of the Freshmen 15? Well..I gained a good THIRTY lbs between the start of school and Christmas lol!

So I'm sure your wondering where this is coming from. This weekend my parents had asked if Brandon and I could watch my little brothers so they could attend a mission farewell in Saskatchewan. So, we were having a blast with the boys, and after we got home from the cub car races (which my little brother came in FIRST) we decided to watch a movie. We went into my parents storage room to see if there were any munchies we could have while watching the movie...and there..in front of my eyes...

WAS A BOX OF KOOL-AID JAMMERS!!

I could not believe my eyes. Was this my mothers doing? Was this even the house I grew up in?? I was so shocked I just stood there and stared at them! I frantically called my mother thinking someone must have broken into our house and placed them there!! She sadly said no, and that she was "getting old." I tell ya, Preston and Shay got it good!! I now feel like I gained that weight from my "binge drinking" (of Kool-Aid of course) for no reason! I was so excited, I finished off that box of Kool-Aid Jammers. Thanks Mom, now I gotta hit the gym and lose my Kool-Aid weight...again!

P.S. Little shout out to Momma Layton! I sure do love you! I wanted to have the house SO nice and clean for you and Dad when you got back. It's harder than it looks! I don't know how you do it!! Even as an old kool-aid buying mom ;)

Everyones doing it?!?!

So..this blog thing. CLEARLY it is the "cool thing to do". Not gonna lie, I created this blog MONTHS ago, then never really finished it. What am I supposed to blog about? (Actually, I didn't even get that far, I had to name it..and stopped there. Yup, that's right, it took me months to come up with "The Phillips". Sounds good right?) Anyways..back to not knowing what I would EVER want to blog about.....

THEN I REALIZED!

This is like a facebook status WITH NO LIMITS!!! I FREAKIN LOVE TO UPDATE MY STATUS ON FACEBOOK!!!

So I have decided I need to jump on this bandwagon.

Let me be the first to welcome you to
THE PHILLIPS blog :)