Slacky McSlackerton!

Holy slacker! I have been off the grid lately. No feisty Facebook status updates, no blog posts, no telling the world exactly what I think of everything. (That might be a good thing...)

Speaking of feisty- I am going to be making some major changes, people!

I decided I don't particularly love that I'm so strong minded. I mean, I'm the type that if I see someone litter, I would walk up to them, hand them their trash and show them to the trashcan. I would grab the e-brake and step out of my car in 5 o'clock traffic if some moron almost made me crash by cutting me off. The type who would force people to speak English to me because hey- we live in America, don't be tryin to speak to me in Spanish! (Even though I know it. Rude? Eh, maybe.) But that's the thing. If I feel strongly about something, I will defend it to the death. In fact, I had this dream once. It's hilarious.

Derek and I were hanging out downstairs in our kitchen when 3 twenty-somethings came in and started to rob him. I grabbed one of the guys by the hair, swung him around and cracked his skull against the wall corner, knocking him out. Isn't that wild? I could feel the adrenaline rushing through me in my dream. But the crazy thing is, I would really do this! If a robber ever came into my house, or if someone held me at gunpoint, I honestly HONESTLY do not think I would care. I would have too much anger and feisty-ness inside me to just sit there. I would beat the guy to the ground! All 108 pounds of me!

So, I'm going to try and not be so crazy. I'm going to let people be rude to me and only in extreme cases defend myself. I'm going to let things roll off my back like I used to. Nothing will be a biggie and nothing will stress me out. Think I could do it?!

Oh and I'm going to try and drink more water. Those are my goals.

Is there such thing as TOO much?

Does your life ever feel like this? A post with signs pointing four different directions and yet each destination is pretty much the same as the other? Yeah, that's me. Life, Work and Home can be one entity sometimes. Although I have been trying to leave negative news at the door when I walk into my home. That way my husband doesn't get his own re-told version of my sometimes Jerry Springer-like day.

On Friday, I felt like this:


Why, you ask? Well, one middle-aged woman came in for an x-ray and while filling out paperwork, there is a space that asks for your age. She got all tangled up into a hizzy and couldn't remember her age so she said, "Ah, what? I gotta put my age? I don't know it! Here!" and flung her paper at me. I laughed because of course I thought this must be a joke. Well, I quickly realized it indeed WAS NOT.

Another lady called me earlier to confirm her appointment with us. After looking her up in our system, I found she was a week off and her appointment wasn't until NEXT Friday. She laughed and said "ok" and we came to the conclusion that she was going to be seen next week, as scheduled. Well, 3 hours later she shows up bright eyed and bushy tailed, ready for her exam. I asked, "Ma'am? Do you remember calling me earlier? We laughed and talked for a long time about how your appointment is next week. Remember?" She says, "Oh dear. No I don't!" While I felt awful for this cute little lady, my brain was just about fried because not only had I been thinking for myself all day- but I had been thinking for everyone else. Haha (This is funny, but only in retrospect.)

So...the kicker. Last night I had NIGHTMARES! About none other but MRI's. Seriously?! Do I work that much? I mean, I did work close to 50 hours this past week and that is definitely a lot for a working mom but heck- waking up at 4:50 AM because I can't sleep because I'm having nightmares of people adding patients on at the end of the day and making me stay later at work??? This could be unhealthy. I think I need a vacation.

So next time you talk to me and I seem a little off, my mind probably went here:

Husbands.

You know, I've been thinking a lot about HUSBANDS lately and I'm not sure how to roll it all up into one blog post, but I'll give it a try. I have found that:

*Wives who are constantly bringing their husbands up negatively in conversation are only making fools of themselves...usually people enjoy the husband and no one likes the wife.

*People think husbands have a one-track mind and are uneducated in anything womanly. Well, how much do you know about manly things? Could you go out to the shooting range and hit the target with your 22 caliber gun? Could you go to work every day at a job you very well may despise for 40 + hours a week and come home and give your husband a foot massage only to get harped on at how stupid you are at life? Could you tell him to kick back and relax while he plays video games and hangs out with his friends and spends money you've earned because you feel like "he needs a break"? Teach and learn. Life is about give and take, people. Are you perfect?

*Being a good husband is probably a really hard job.

*Every now and then, husbands like surprises too. They just might not prefer roses. : )

*Husbands are usually the ones taking flack for things. I've always thought that was ridiculous. Haha. Without Derek, I would probably get ripped off by mechanics, wouldn't know how to change my tire if I was stranded on the highway with a blowout, I wouldn't always understand politics, I'd never know when my oil needs changing and I wouldn't be able to fix our internet problems. When it comes down to it- we should be thanking our husbands for the awesome jobs they do for us and our kids every day.

Now even if these ARE good books (I don't know because I haven't read them so I don't wanna judge a book by its cover!) - wouldn't the title alone make you feel like a moron??? Poor husbands. I think they deserve more than this...what do you say? I know mine does.






This is a shout-out for you, Derek! I think you're super awesome. I love you & thanks for all you do for us!