Call the fashion police!

You know- I'm not really one to be very fashionable. Try as I may, I don't think that I will ever quite get it. I hate spending lots of money on clothes. For that reason I took a sewing class at Ricks college. You know things are bad when your sewing teacher laughs at your work. I do believe her exact words to me, as she held up the pillow case that I made, were "Were you on a roller coaster when you sewed this thing." I quickly learned that my sewing days were over.

Even the new styles are hard for me to understand. I remember when capri's came out and I vowed that I would NEVER wear them. I didnt understand what was so cool about something that was neither pant nor short! I now own 10 pair.

So, basically what I am getting at- I'm a little slow in the fashion world. For my birthday, my friend sent me something in the mail. It was a scarf like thing to put in your hair. To me, however, it was some foreign object and I found myself pondering over what on earth I was supposed to do with it. After many trials, I finally think that I figured it out. However, my roommate and I had a good laugh at trying it many other ways as well! I hope you enjoy the pictures as much as I enjoyed taking them!



Is it a scarf? Nah- Thats a little too Benjamin Franklin-ish



Or perhaps its a belt?! Not unless I want to work on my belly dancing...




Um--- Pirate?!


I guess some girls will never grow out of the dressing up stage!

A Day at Wally World

I myself, am not a fan of Walmart. I try to avoid it at all costs. However, today my roommate and I noticed that they sell scrubs that are not too expensive. Having seen the price of scrubs recently, I realized that I might just have to bite the bullet and go there, knowing full well that things would not go smoothly. I was right.
Of course, we searched the store for the scrubs and to my surprise- found them quite quickly. They were all multi-colored like and I was super excited about the price. I tried them on- again surprised at how comfortable they were. Thats when I looked down and could see my ankles! Not much to my surprise they were too short. Being tall, I was used to that and after mumbling under my breath about dumb Wallmart not having talls, I moved on to the next thing on my list. You see, I have this watch that I have always loved, but for some reason, the battery gets all jostled out of place and it stops working. I just so happened to have my watch with me and I made my way on up to the jewelry counter. The conversation went a little like this:
Lady: Did you need a new battery or something?
Me: um.. I think so, or its not in place
Lady: Let me see it- oh. Its not a Walmart watch so I'm not allowed to even touch it. Here's a tool though so you can pop the back off like so...
Me: Oh. Okay.
(10 min later, I'm still trying to "pop" this lid off. I'm seeing that its not as easy as she made it sound. And yes, shes still standing there staring at me.)
Me: Can't you just do it. I really dont care.
Lady: (In a very defensive voice) Oh no! No! I can't even touch it. BLAH BLAH Liability BLAH.
(Finally it pops off and the battery comes out along with everything else that was inside)
I wanted to say to her, this would be a lot easier and take a lot less time, if you would just do it! But lets be honest- I was afraid of her.

Of course everything was fine with the battery, it just needed to be replaced in the right place. Now it was time to put it all back together and put the back on again. DO you think that she was legally able to help with that?! NOPE. She talked me through where everything went, which took quite a long time. But the pieces got to where they needed to go. Then to the difficult part.

Lady: Just slide the back on and you'll hear a POP. (FYI: That will never happen. It is not that simple)
Me: (Pushing with all my might and beginning to loose feeling in my hands and fingers) come on- can't you just put it back on?
Lady: (Almost appalled that I would ask yet again) No!

Right then my roommate walked up. I looked her hands over and wondered if she would happen to have freakishly strong fingers. Nope. She pushed and pounded and had no success. However, she suggested asking the man that was right next to us.
So i turned to him and said, "Could you by chance get this back on?" He said, "Sure, I'll try" reached out and took my watch. As he did so I noticed that his fingers were covered with blood!!! I was so shocked that I couldnt speak as I saw him manipulating my watch without explaining to me why he was covered in blood. I felt like saying to him, "I'm sorry, but I didnt realize that you had just committed murder. You dont really need to be touching my watch. What you need is a first aid kit and maybe a call to the Police!" But I refrained and tried to figure out how to NOT touch my watch again! He of course did not have super human strength either to get the back back on and handed my watch out to me. I took it by the very edge where he didnt touch it and thanked him for trying, but wondered why he even tried in the first place. A simple, "Um- I shouldnt touch your watch with blood stained fingers. would have sufficed!) Then the "helpful" walmart lady decided to offer me the clamp. Believe it or not, she actually took my watch from me and placed it on the clamp! I think I might of even gasped because by her explanation I thought it was illegal to touch another person watch! (I was thankful however, because I didnt know how to not touch it again). The clamp did the trick- it made that POP noise I was so desiring to hear and I picked it up by the very edge. I began to throw it into my bag as My roommate came up and said, "Thats really a cute watch/ Can I look at it closer?" and then she reached for it. I quickly grabbed her hand and slowly shook my head no as I moved the cart away from the counter. She had a very perplexed look on her face and wondered why I was being so protective of my watch.After we were far enough away I could explain to her about what had happened. She thanked me for saving her life. Okay, maybe it wasnt that drastic, but at least I saved her from those germs! We quickly went to the bathroom and washed everything!

Wally World- I really wouldnt expect anything different!

Who invented blushing?

Blushing is a bizarre thing isn't it?! Why do certain people do it when they get embarrassed? And why does one of those certain people have to be me?! There have been a few instances that I have noticed my face getting beet red during my life, but it has really come out now that I have I started this new job. (I guess that I could blame it on the heat. You know, most people get really red when its super hot outside, but how do you explain a random sudden change of color of your face? I am far too young for hot flashes!)
So this all started when it was time to record my voice mail message in my new office. Who knows why, but I have always been someone who couldn't talk on the phone in front of people. I usually choose to hide myself in my room when chit-chatting with someone or making an important call. So if that has been my characteristic for doing things, why did I think that I could record my all important voice mail message with two of my co-workers in my office? When it was my turn to record, I thought that I could do it. I pumped myself up. "It's no big deal? Who cares." I told myself. Well, apparently, I did care. I was feeling quite brave as the voice message lady was talking me through all the prompts. And then the moment happened. She said, "leave your message after the tone." It was then that I froze. I started giggling, which made the other girls giggle and then I missed my prompt. I called it again and it all happened again. I would say, "Hello, you've reached..." and then we'd all be laughing. So I had to do it. I sent them out of the room and closed the door behind them. It took me several times to get it right. I kept getting tongue tide! You just try saying, "Child Life Specialist in Pediatrics at Scottsdale health care in the Shea campus" without messing up.(It may appear to be easy, but under the pressure of the voice recorder- you'd crack too!) Well, I finally got it done, but I had a slight pause in the middle of saying where I worked. I figured it was fine and slowly opened the door to meet my awaiting audience. Of course my supervisor decided to listen to it on speaker! We all sat around listening to my wonderful message. We all got a laugh at it and she told me to do it again. "You can't pause in the middle of where you work!" she said as she kept laughing. Then my supervisor turned to me and me why I was so red. I didn't really feel embarrassed, but sure enough, my face resembled a tomato. She then recalled other instances that she had seen it happen. Why? I ask. Why am I cursed with this sudden change of face color?!

If anyone has any solutions of how to overcome this- I am listening. I think that I have decided that I am going to get a real bad sunburn and then no one will notice when I am blushing!

Working Woman

Well, its official. My lazy days of sleeping in an wandering aimlessly around the house have come to an end. No more waking up with regis and kellie. Nope. Its time for me to get to work! Today was my official orientation. Now, I kind of feel like my last post was a little on the negative side. I really do like Arizona and here is one of the reasons. I had to wake up at 5 today.(Thats NOT the part that I like)However, the sun also wakes up a little bit after that. So when I got in my car at 6:15 it felt like it was noon day! It was a little trick that the sun and I played on the rest of my body. I felt like I should be tired, but the sun was too bright for me to still be sleeping. I sang on the way to work and actually quite enjoyed it. (I remember those early shifts I used to work. There is nothing worse then driving to working in the dark and longing for your nice soft pillow!)I think that this is going to be a great thing for me!
However, around 2 I began to feel that tiredness seep back into my body as I realized that I had already been up long enough and it was time for a nap! "Oh dear" you're all saying to yourselves. "How is she going to make it?" Dont worry. I said it too. Therefore,my plan: go to bed early! If not,my future social life will come to an abrupt Holt! Because even though I bet that I would have amazing dreams, It would sure be hard to meet people when you're only awake from 5am-2pm everyday!!

Freezing!!!

So- Kinda weird. I have found one flaw with the temperature in Arizona. First of all, It is over 100 degree outside and its only May! That in itself should be alarming. However, I guess one could figure out what to wear (e.g. shorts, capris, short sleeve, flip flops etc) and they would be happy or at least moderately comfortable. Now for the problem. Since it is so friggin hot outside everyone seems to feel the need to overcompensate inside! I do believe that my church building was roughly around -30 degrees. I really believed that I would get frost bite in weather that was supposed to be giving me a sunburn! and worse than that - I went to two churches today! Thats a total of 6 hours in a frigid climate wondering when my fingers would fall off! Something has got to be done about this! I surly can not take my winter coat to church. That would simply look silly!
You know its bad when after church I LOVED walking outside and sitting in my car which prob. had the same temp as my oven when I make brownies! I made it all the way home without the AC!However, it could be worse. It could be snowing inside! Now that would be miserable!
I guess when times get so cold in the future, I just need to find my happy place on a beach and imagine that I am being buried in the sand!

Proof!

Here it is! Proof that I am here. This is my cute little pink house. With me trying to pose. i better watch out because I am sure the modeling company will find me soon with poses like that!





This is a picture of my huge bed! I had to put cinder blocks under it for storage because my room is a tad on the small side! However, it kind of over powers my room and makes my desk look itty bitty! Maybe I should invest in a few more blocks and raise it up too! However, when I sleep, I feel like a queen! I am finally royalty!

Worse than an eye exam

As most of you know, I am a big Brian Regan fan. He is a very hilarious comedian and does a bit about an eye exam. "I dont know about you, but I concentrate like crazy during the eye exam. You dont want to get a D on that thing and end up with these big thick coke bottle lenses.... Its important. They dont call it a quiz."

Yesterday, I do believe that I found a test that could possibly cause a much larger anxiety attack than that of the eye exam--- Being fit tested for an isolation mask. (It is possible that that is not the proper name, but thats what I call it!) That too is a test that you dont want to fail. For much larger reasons then getting humiliated because of your glasses. Since I will be working with some children who have illnesses that are spread through the air (e.g. Tuberculosis, chicken pox etc..), there are certain masks that one must wear into their rooms. These are not just regular masks mind you- they must fit exactly to your face so that you will not be exposed to what they have.

The way this test (not quiz) is given is that one person- Im assuming she was a nurse- places a large clear plastic cover over your head and then proceeds to spray a nasty flavored substance into a little hole. This is done first so that you know what it tastes like. You then remove the plastic thingy and take a drink of water so as to remove the taste from your mouth. (Is it just me or is that a little silly? Water is going to remove the taste? I would have liked a brownie instead!) Then you put a specialized mask over your nose and mouth, replace the head gear from outer space and she sprays it in the hole again and then asks if you can taste it! TALK ABOUT PRESSURE!!! I was positive that I could, but then I wasnt sure. I was going back and forth with my answer. Each time she asked "can you taste it?" I again felt like Brian Regan. His experience with the eye doctor is like this:

"I hate that test because I can't commit. I can feel the eye doctor loosing his patience with me."

Doctor: "Lets try it again Brian. Which one do you like better. Number 1 or number 2"
Brian: "Um.. (silence).. I don't like either one of those"
Doctor: "Yeah, but that wasnt the question that I asked was it? I asked you which one you liked better and i was careful to phrase it that way. So why dont you keep that in mind while we try it yet again.
Brian: (Blinking and swallowing many times).. They're about the same!!!
Doctor: "Why would I waste your time and mine by making them both the same? Did you ever stop to think about that? Should we try it one more time?"

Mine experience was similar:

Nurse: "Can you taste it?"
Me: (Blank stare while licking my lips)"um..."
Nurse: Staring back at me wondering why I'm not answering
Me: (Swallowing hard and feeling my heart race) "um..."
Nurse: Looking at me confused at why I haven't answered yet.
Me: (Hoping that she'll validate my hesitancy by saying that its hard to tell, but getting nothing but a stare ) " um...I don't know"
Nurse: "Lets try it again" Sprays it again
"Can you taste it?"
Me: (It tastes the same in here I think! I wish I had a brownie to start over with!) "um..."

I will spare you the rest of the conversation because lets just say it was all about the same!

I would have to say that it was probably her longest visit with a patient all day!