Here I am, the hour is winding down to the time when I must get in my rental car and return to IUP after less than 24 hours in H-town. So heartbreaking.
However, I did vote. Obviously for Obama. YAY. Had dinner at my parents' favorite diner last night after I got in. Then watched some Little People, Big World with Kahlua (the sister dog and "my" dog since I favor her the most) asleep in my arms. Headed up to bed with the little mongrel, and after she finally settled down across my legs, fell asleep. Got up at 7am to put her out when I heard Jon putting out Sammie (the brother dog and everyone else's favorite) and ended up staying up reading in bed while Jon messed around on my computer and we watched funny videos and downloaded songs.
I must say tho, the most memorable part of the morning was when Jon began picking up the pennies he found on my floor, and looked at me with his face all contorted in concentration. Then slowly, he said to me, "Where should I throw these?"
"Why do you have to throw them at all?"
"I wanna see how far I can throw them..."
And with that, he leaves my room and I can hear him climbing out onto the roof behind our house, then he shouts, "Kristen! Go to your front window and watch. I'm gonna try to throw the pennies over the house and out to the road!! You tell me if I make it!!"
"Yeah! Because I'll be able to see a penny fly by my window and hit the road..."
But to humor him, I went to my window. A bit later, I hear him ask if I saw the penny. To which, I say no. And he seemed pretty bummed about it because he threw about 4 and I didn't see any.
Now I realize to everyone else, this seems like such a dumb story and not funny in the slightest. But you see, I've been away from my family and my younger brother for so long, that I just have to laugh at the dumb silly things they do. At one point in the morning, Jon was SURE that this bottle of juice he's had in his room for months would "explode" if he dropped it from the roof to the driveway. And after forcing me to get out of bed to come watch him throw this bottle of fermented juice to the ground, only to have it remain intact...too funny. I haven't laughed that hard in a while.
I guess I'm just saying, don't let the little things go unnoticed. Because sooner or later, you won't have the opportunity to laugh at them. I can't even begin to explain how much I want these last two weeks to fly by so I can start my summer here at home, in H-town, with my family.
Simply can't wait.
Tuesday, April 22, 2008
Saturday, April 12, 2008
Hospital Bracelets
Yep, that's right. Yesterday was that magical time of year when I make my annual trip to the hospital for something else ridiculously stupid.
Last year it was a possible skin infection on my shin that might need surgery. Turns out it was an inflamed bug bite. Bye-bye $50 copay.
The year before...a broken middle finger. From what? Playing volleyball at 2am outside Stewart Hall. I still have the splint :)
This time? A bump on my arm that turned out to be a mild staf infection of a sort. Whoooo knows how I got it. But point is, it's gone and no longer a problem. Save the fact that it is verrrry painful and Talley and I got some free hospital goods out of the trip (gotta make that 50 bucks back somehow!) But the story of the hospital is a slightly good one to tell.
It all started with my mother telling me I should go to the hospital and get the bump taken care of (she works for a dermatologists office) so Talley and I headed back to our room, started dinner (pot roast! yuuum) and headed out. But not before I made another call to my mom to explain that I couldn't find my insurance card. Here is the ensuing conversation...
"What?! Well where is it?? It should always be in your wallet!!"
"Well, I don't see why I'd take it out. So I highly doubt it's my doing."
"Kristen. It's YOUR card. It was in YOUR wallet. Why would it be anyone else's fault!?"
"I didn't take it out!!! Just go check my other wallet up on my bureau."
"Hold on, Daddy's checking his stuff. I don't know why though, this is obviously your fault. You only have yourself to blame and now I doubt you'll be able to pay for this."
(My dad in the background...as calmly as if he were going over a grocery list..."Here it is.")
"I TOLD YOU!"
"Well I don't understand why your father had it..."
We made our way to the hospital, commented on their effort to make it look more modern via the entrance-way. Had a discussion about how Oncology is cancer specialists and not colon specialists. And got into the emergency room.
Now, for those of you reading from back East, this emergency room is about the size of your family physician's office watiting room. Nothing like the crazy, hectic, St. Luke's or Lehigh Valley business we're used to with all the bleeding, puking, screaming, crying babies, pregnant women around you. Just an empty room with a cute little old man in a red blazer who asks your name and shows you into a room off to the side where a nurse gets your vitals in basic information. I must admit...it's far better going there and getting taken care of right away instead of waiting four and a half hours in a waiting room with only a towel to hold your partially severed thumb on your profusely bleeding hand.
After telling them that my pain is about halfway between the frowny face and the smiley face on the "pain scale" and sucessfully reading the French translation on a poster on the wall to entertain the cute old man in the red blazer, he led Talley and I back to Ortho (who knows why). On our way, we passed quiiiite the handsome devilish looking doctor leaning on the main counter. Complete with a sexy grin and debonair suave movements, he was def. a hottie. I motioned to Talley who got a peek and just grinned at me. We were put into a room with a bed and all that...but on the far wall were thousands of supplies. In the back, mounds of crutches, still in wrappers. I couldn't help but feel they just put us in the storage closet. As I was changing into the gooooorgeous hospital gown, some dude just walked right in, didn't even falter, and proceeds to shop for bandages on the supply side of the room. Talley and I just stared at his audacity with our mouths open...my fingers on the clasp of my bra (thank GOD I wasn't any further along before he came in).
Finally, a nurse came in to get my insurance info. Apparently she was having as bad a day as I was (I had problems with the bank earlier) and was thankful for the laughs we were giving her while we talked about the hot doctor with the sexy grin. After she left, threatening to send in the hot doctor, much to Talley's pleasure, another person barged in to get some supplies...again without knocking or anything. Eventually, the doctor came in and right after looking and touching for two seconds, she was like, yep we'll have to drain that. Sparing you the details she went into with us, she stuck me with a needle which hurt so much I was screaming and didn't even realize it until Talley was telling me to shhh.
"Ohhh yeahhh, yeah, we're getting stuff out..." - Doctor
"OHH MY GODDD!!" - Me
"Just think about Obama winning the primary!!" - Talley
"HE FUCKING BETTER!" - Me
After significantly poking around my arm with the damn needle and poking me with her fingers RIGHT where it hurt the most, the doctor finally let up and my crying ceased. Of which I'm not ashamed of at all. That hurt SO much. Imagine someone stabbing and sliding a needle all over the place inside your arm. So you can just imagine how sore my arm is today. This trip however was easily the most painful to the hospital yet. Can't wait to see what shenanigans I get myself into next year.
After I was given permission to leave and was putting my clothes back on, Talley pointed out what kind of stuff they had in the supply closet part of the room. Needless to say, we made back the 50 bucks I wasted on the copay. So if you happen to sprain your ankle...we're your pharmacy :)
Until then...
Last year it was a possible skin infection on my shin that might need surgery. Turns out it was an inflamed bug bite. Bye-bye $50 copay.
The year before...a broken middle finger. From what? Playing volleyball at 2am outside Stewart Hall. I still have the splint :)
This time? A bump on my arm that turned out to be a mild staf infection of a sort. Whoooo knows how I got it. But point is, it's gone and no longer a problem. Save the fact that it is verrrry painful and Talley and I got some free hospital goods out of the trip (gotta make that 50 bucks back somehow!) But the story of the hospital is a slightly good one to tell.
It all started with my mother telling me I should go to the hospital and get the bump taken care of (she works for a dermatologists office) so Talley and I headed back to our room, started dinner (pot roast! yuuum) and headed out. But not before I made another call to my mom to explain that I couldn't find my insurance card. Here is the ensuing conversation...
"What?! Well where is it?? It should always be in your wallet!!"
"Well, I don't see why I'd take it out. So I highly doubt it's my doing."
"Kristen. It's YOUR card. It was in YOUR wallet. Why would it be anyone else's fault!?"
"I didn't take it out!!! Just go check my other wallet up on my bureau."
"Hold on, Daddy's checking his stuff. I don't know why though, this is obviously your fault. You only have yourself to blame and now I doubt you'll be able to pay for this."
(My dad in the background...as calmly as if he were going over a grocery list..."Here it is.")
"I TOLD YOU!"
"Well I don't understand why your father had it..."
We made our way to the hospital, commented on their effort to make it look more modern via the entrance-way. Had a discussion about how Oncology is cancer specialists and not colon specialists. And got into the emergency room.
Now, for those of you reading from back East, this emergency room is about the size of your family physician's office watiting room. Nothing like the crazy, hectic, St. Luke's or Lehigh Valley business we're used to with all the bleeding, puking, screaming, crying babies, pregnant women around you. Just an empty room with a cute little old man in a red blazer who asks your name and shows you into a room off to the side where a nurse gets your vitals in basic information. I must admit...it's far better going there and getting taken care of right away instead of waiting four and a half hours in a waiting room with only a towel to hold your partially severed thumb on your profusely bleeding hand.
After telling them that my pain is about halfway between the frowny face and the smiley face on the "pain scale" and sucessfully reading the French translation on a poster on the wall to entertain the cute old man in the red blazer, he led Talley and I back to Ortho (who knows why). On our way, we passed quiiiite the handsome devilish looking doctor leaning on the main counter. Complete with a sexy grin and debonair suave movements, he was def. a hottie. I motioned to Talley who got a peek and just grinned at me. We were put into a room with a bed and all that...but on the far wall were thousands of supplies. In the back, mounds of crutches, still in wrappers. I couldn't help but feel they just put us in the storage closet. As I was changing into the gooooorgeous hospital gown, some dude just walked right in, didn't even falter, and proceeds to shop for bandages on the supply side of the room. Talley and I just stared at his audacity with our mouths open...my fingers on the clasp of my bra (thank GOD I wasn't any further along before he came in).
Finally, a nurse came in to get my insurance info. Apparently she was having as bad a day as I was (I had problems with the bank earlier) and was thankful for the laughs we were giving her while we talked about the hot doctor with the sexy grin. After she left, threatening to send in the hot doctor, much to Talley's pleasure, another person barged in to get some supplies...again without knocking or anything. Eventually, the doctor came in and right after looking and touching for two seconds, she was like, yep we'll have to drain that. Sparing you the details she went into with us, she stuck me with a needle which hurt so much I was screaming and didn't even realize it until Talley was telling me to shhh.
"Ohhh yeahhh, yeah, we're getting stuff out..." - Doctor
"OHH MY GODDD!!" - Me
"Just think about Obama winning the primary!!" - Talley
"HE FUCKING BETTER!" - Me
After significantly poking around my arm with the damn needle and poking me with her fingers RIGHT where it hurt the most, the doctor finally let up and my crying ceased. Of which I'm not ashamed of at all. That hurt SO much. Imagine someone stabbing and sliding a needle all over the place inside your arm. So you can just imagine how sore my arm is today. This trip however was easily the most painful to the hospital yet. Can't wait to see what shenanigans I get myself into next year.
After I was given permission to leave and was putting my clothes back on, Talley pointed out what kind of stuff they had in the supply closet part of the room. Needless to say, we made back the 50 bucks I wasted on the copay. So if you happen to sprain your ankle...we're your pharmacy :)
Until then...
Sunday, April 6, 2008
My life IS a movie.
Don't believe me? Here are a few things to make you believe otherwise...
Movie Scene 1:
Two weeks ago, (i think?) I went to CMU with Talley to watch her boyfriend play in a water polo tournament. Halfway through the first day, Talley pointed out a cute guy to me. The more I looked at him, the cuter and, eventually, hotter he got. Swimmer physique, cute reddish brown curly hair, GREAT smile. Well, a little while later, I'm watching the game and he just appears in front of me with a water polo ball. He looks at me and smiles, then asks if the ball belonged to our team. I didn't see Drexel on it, so I said no...then Talley recognized it as Frank's and quickly said yes before hot guy left. So he looked at me again, locked eyes for a bit, smiled and handed me the ball. Not even two minutes later, he was back with another ball. In what I imagined was a flirtatious voice, he asked if this ball was ours too. I flirted back and he left again smiling. I continued to watch him every once in a while, and when I'd find him, I'd see he was looking at me too. I explained this to Talley who then pushed me to give him my number. At the end of the second day, I decided I had nothing to lose. I wrote my number down and went to go find the hot guy. Nowhere to be seen, but he was at the score table earlier, so I decided to give the paper to someone there and have them give him the number. So I handed the number to a girl sitting there and asked her if she could give it to the red-headed guy who was there earlier. She said sure, and we left. That night, Frank got an e-mail from their team's captain explaining that I had in fact given my phone number directly to Hot Guy's girlfriend and their team couldn't stop laughing about it.
Now where do you see that? Maybe on an episode of Seinfeld or Friends, or a romantic comedy. Need more??
Movie Scene 2:
I've been flashing the pearly whites and mindless chit chat with a guy that comes into work most days. He's a cute guy, smart looking, with glasses. So obviously I think he's gorgeous. Well, I went swimming with Talley Monday night and low and behold, there he is swimming in lane 1! So now I'm all self-conscious about my body and try to get into a lane before he pops his head up and sees me. Once in the water, I'm not sure if I should wave to him or what, and I wasn't ever truly sure if he saw or even recognized me. So I decided, I'd wave or say hi if he did it first so I wouldn't make a complete fool of myself. After my warm-up, while I was sitting on the deck stretching, I saw him leaving. Then, crazy as it is, he turned around and waved goodbye to me. And it wasn't one of those, "Oh, hey!" kinda waves. It was one of those outstretched arm, fingers moving together...kinda like you'd wave to a baby. So I wave back with a big grin on my face...that is, until I see out of my peripheral vision this Asian girl in the lane behind me waving back. Wonderful. Imagine how embarrassed I am when he comes into work now.
Movie Scene 3:
Here's the comedy act. So Talley went home this weekend, and when she isn't around, I find myself cleaning or hanging out with other ppl or getting work done. Well, I had time to kill Friday night until I was going to be picked up to go to a party, so I decided to clean up the kitchen. I washed half of the dishes when I decided to tackle the kitchen table and clean out the frig. After getting most of the trash out, I returned to the apartment to find another box of trash and a few drinks from Java City that I didn't finish and neglected for a few days (oops). So, instead of dumping them down the sink and make the apartment smell delicious, I placed the half-full cups in the box, against the corners and squished things up against them so they wouldn't topple over on my way to the dumpster and get all over me. On my way out the door, I saw the leftover bread on the top of the frig and decided I'd throw that out too. It was pretty windy and I had a goofy maneuver where my intention was to stop the door from slamming. In order to do this, I had to set the box on the table wicked fast and grab the door. Well...the box wasn't fully on the table, so instead of causing a buttload of noise with the slamming door, I ended up with two gross chai tea lattes on my kitchen floor. Cursing myself (and the door) I started to clean up the mess, only to find it had seeped under the plastic dresser holding our food and microwave. So I slowly slid that out of the way to clean up underneath that as well. Well, I went one push too far and I heard this horrible sliding sound and looked up to see the microwave coming directly for my head. (I had forgot that it was still plugged in and the cord wouldn't give anymore) I have never reacted so quickly before in my life. I successfully caught the ridiculously heavy microwave, but the glass bottle of worcestershire sauce didn't make the cut. Nor did anything else that was on top of the microwave. Luckily the glass didn't break, but Lord did it make a HUGE noise. Not to mention everything that fell that I didn't catch was now rolling around in the latte mess. I doubt it's necessary to point this out...but that little bit of bread that I meant to throw out that started all of this is still on top of my frig.
For the less embarrassing part of the movie...
Movie Scene 4 (a compilation of 2 days):
I tend to frequent a local coffeehouse here, especially when I haven't gotten out of my apartment a lot. I just got a new book and I love to read at the coffeehouse with a hot tea or latte next to me (plus the music tends to be good there too). Anyway, I've been down there a lot this week. One day, while killing time before work, sitting in my usual seat near the back, a group of students took the table in front of me. Music majors would be my guess since the one guy just couldn't help himself and broke out in song not once...no not twice...but three times. At one point, I overheard their conversation about the internet, more specifically Wikipedia. Now I'm sure you ALL know what Wiki is...so I won't explain that. But I found that I could really relate to what one guy said. "I'll start at the article of the day then click on another link, then another, and another. Before I realize it, 30 minutes have gone by and I'm looking at 'Parsley'!" Now just to demonstrate how great this coffeehouse is, I'll relay what happened the day after the Wiki discussion. I was sitting against the wall reading, when my friend Jon came in and made his way through the crowded shop. Before he reached me, he asked, "Hey! You didn't happen to see a large burly man by the name of Chris, have you?" And before I could answer (or even laugh) a guy 2 or 3 tables over shouts out, "My name's Greg, not Chris." And not only did Jon and I crack up, but the whole crowded coffeehouse shared a good chuckle. Jon made a point of saying Bye to Greg on his way out.
And there you have it. Now I hope you believe me when I say "my life is right out of a movie!" Just thought it was about time I updated..and knew these stories would give a few people some laughs.
Until next time...
Movie Scene 1:
Two weeks ago, (i think?) I went to CMU with Talley to watch her boyfriend play in a water polo tournament. Halfway through the first day, Talley pointed out a cute guy to me. The more I looked at him, the cuter and, eventually, hotter he got. Swimmer physique, cute reddish brown curly hair, GREAT smile. Well, a little while later, I'm watching the game and he just appears in front of me with a water polo ball. He looks at me and smiles, then asks if the ball belonged to our team. I didn't see Drexel on it, so I said no...then Talley recognized it as Frank's and quickly said yes before hot guy left. So he looked at me again, locked eyes for a bit, smiled and handed me the ball. Not even two minutes later, he was back with another ball. In what I imagined was a flirtatious voice, he asked if this ball was ours too. I flirted back and he left again smiling. I continued to watch him every once in a while, and when I'd find him, I'd see he was looking at me too. I explained this to Talley who then pushed me to give him my number. At the end of the second day, I decided I had nothing to lose. I wrote my number down and went to go find the hot guy. Nowhere to be seen, but he was at the score table earlier, so I decided to give the paper to someone there and have them give him the number. So I handed the number to a girl sitting there and asked her if she could give it to the red-headed guy who was there earlier. She said sure, and we left. That night, Frank got an e-mail from their team's captain explaining that I had in fact given my phone number directly to Hot Guy's girlfriend and their team couldn't stop laughing about it.
Now where do you see that? Maybe on an episode of Seinfeld or Friends, or a romantic comedy. Need more??
Movie Scene 2:
I've been flashing the pearly whites and mindless chit chat with a guy that comes into work most days. He's a cute guy, smart looking, with glasses. So obviously I think he's gorgeous. Well, I went swimming with Talley Monday night and low and behold, there he is swimming in lane 1! So now I'm all self-conscious about my body and try to get into a lane before he pops his head up and sees me. Once in the water, I'm not sure if I should wave to him or what, and I wasn't ever truly sure if he saw or even recognized me. So I decided, I'd wave or say hi if he did it first so I wouldn't make a complete fool of myself. After my warm-up, while I was sitting on the deck stretching, I saw him leaving. Then, crazy as it is, he turned around and waved goodbye to me. And it wasn't one of those, "Oh, hey!" kinda waves. It was one of those outstretched arm, fingers moving together...kinda like you'd wave to a baby. So I wave back with a big grin on my face...that is, until I see out of my peripheral vision this Asian girl in the lane behind me waving back. Wonderful. Imagine how embarrassed I am when he comes into work now.
Movie Scene 3:
Here's the comedy act. So Talley went home this weekend, and when she isn't around, I find myself cleaning or hanging out with other ppl or getting work done. Well, I had time to kill Friday night until I was going to be picked up to go to a party, so I decided to clean up the kitchen. I washed half of the dishes when I decided to tackle the kitchen table and clean out the frig. After getting most of the trash out, I returned to the apartment to find another box of trash and a few drinks from Java City that I didn't finish and neglected for a few days (oops). So, instead of dumping them down the sink and make the apartment smell delicious, I placed the half-full cups in the box, against the corners and squished things up against them so they wouldn't topple over on my way to the dumpster and get all over me. On my way out the door, I saw the leftover bread on the top of the frig and decided I'd throw that out too. It was pretty windy and I had a goofy maneuver where my intention was to stop the door from slamming. In order to do this, I had to set the box on the table wicked fast and grab the door. Well...the box wasn't fully on the table, so instead of causing a buttload of noise with the slamming door, I ended up with two gross chai tea lattes on my kitchen floor. Cursing myself (and the door) I started to clean up the mess, only to find it had seeped under the plastic dresser holding our food and microwave. So I slowly slid that out of the way to clean up underneath that as well. Well, I went one push too far and I heard this horrible sliding sound and looked up to see the microwave coming directly for my head. (I had forgot that it was still plugged in and the cord wouldn't give anymore) I have never reacted so quickly before in my life. I successfully caught the ridiculously heavy microwave, but the glass bottle of worcestershire sauce didn't make the cut. Nor did anything else that was on top of the microwave. Luckily the glass didn't break, but Lord did it make a HUGE noise. Not to mention everything that fell that I didn't catch was now rolling around in the latte mess. I doubt it's necessary to point this out...but that little bit of bread that I meant to throw out that started all of this is still on top of my frig.
For the less embarrassing part of the movie...
Movie Scene 4 (a compilation of 2 days):
I tend to frequent a local coffeehouse here, especially when I haven't gotten out of my apartment a lot. I just got a new book and I love to read at the coffeehouse with a hot tea or latte next to me (plus the music tends to be good there too). Anyway, I've been down there a lot this week. One day, while killing time before work, sitting in my usual seat near the back, a group of students took the table in front of me. Music majors would be my guess since the one guy just couldn't help himself and broke out in song not once...no not twice...but three times. At one point, I overheard their conversation about the internet, more specifically Wikipedia. Now I'm sure you ALL know what Wiki is...so I won't explain that. But I found that I could really relate to what one guy said. "I'll start at the article of the day then click on another link, then another, and another. Before I realize it, 30 minutes have gone by and I'm looking at 'Parsley'!" Now just to demonstrate how great this coffeehouse is, I'll relay what happened the day after the Wiki discussion. I was sitting against the wall reading, when my friend Jon came in and made his way through the crowded shop. Before he reached me, he asked, "Hey! You didn't happen to see a large burly man by the name of Chris, have you?" And before I could answer (or even laugh) a guy 2 or 3 tables over shouts out, "My name's Greg, not Chris." And not only did Jon and I crack up, but the whole crowded coffeehouse shared a good chuckle. Jon made a point of saying Bye to Greg on his way out.
And there you have it. Now I hope you believe me when I say "my life is right out of a movie!" Just thought it was about time I updated..and knew these stories would give a few people some laughs.
Until next time...
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