Rantings of a boring person.
Monday, December 27, 2010
Sunday, December 26, 2010
2011
To do:
Register for school
Lose weight
Join the YMCA-goes with the weight thing
Go back to volunteering.
Work on Slumber Parties
Work on Sal and I's photography
Get organized
Work on house
Work on back yard.
Be a better neighbor.
Rediscover roller derby.
Pay down bills-hopefully debt free in 2012.
Repair credit.
Set up new blog site to separate resolutions and life and lazy housewife journey.- yes I will post the new site. Lazy housewife journey will return to diet only. Lazy housewife will have a ranting site.
Yes.
It seems a bit selfish but I have to do it. I gave everything to everyone else for the last three years. As I change my habits and vices I'm sure I can become a better person.
Remember to check out EMT IS ME-my job and volunteering with the fire service,
S8s- life on eights-my return to derby,
healthy journey of a lazy housewife-me trying diets and attempts to get fit.
And my new housewife blog-TBA
- Christian
Register for school
Lose weight
Join the YMCA-goes with the weight thing
Go back to volunteering.
Work on Slumber Parties
Work on Sal and I's photography
Get organized
Work on house
Work on back yard.
Be a better neighbor.
Rediscover roller derby.
Pay down bills-hopefully debt free in 2012.
Repair credit.
Set up new blog site to separate resolutions and life and lazy housewife journey.- yes I will post the new site. Lazy housewife journey will return to diet only. Lazy housewife will have a ranting site.
Yes.
It seems a bit selfish but I have to do it. I gave everything to everyone else for the last three years. As I change my habits and vices I'm sure I can become a better person.
Remember to check out EMT IS ME-my job and volunteering with the fire service,
S8s- life on eights-my return to derby,
healthy journey of a lazy housewife-me trying diets and attempts to get fit.
And my new housewife blog-TBA
- Christian
Saturday, December 25, 2010
Why
This argument has been going on for two almost three years now.
The man I married is gone. When we were dating he showered me with love and attention. He made sure I was content.
I don't know where that man when. I have a self centered, procrastinating man now. What finally broke my back was last night.
My gifts are in the mail because he was too self absorber in HIS schedule to get them earlier.
He keeps saying he didn't have the time or money. He had a week off every month. I took him to stores and pointed out the stuff I wanted. There was an excuse EVERY TIME as to why he couldn't stay in the store. He ignored everything I said.
The only thing I didn't do is grab him by the ear and shove it in his face.
Recently I received a settlement. I have spent a total of $75 on myself with that money. It almost all but gone.
I wanna pout today. Earlier this month. I helped to save my neighbors from a fire. I sacrificed my health, time and job for our child. I sacrificed roller derby for a medical issue. I sacrificed firefighting for cancer.
The one day I was looking for my feeling to be validated I got jack shit. Like my birthday, Mother's day and Valentine's before it.
When will I ever learn?
- Christian
The man I married is gone. When we were dating he showered me with love and attention. He made sure I was content.
I don't know where that man when. I have a self centered, procrastinating man now. What finally broke my back was last night.
My gifts are in the mail because he was too self absorber in HIS schedule to get them earlier.
He keeps saying he didn't have the time or money. He had a week off every month. I took him to stores and pointed out the stuff I wanted. There was an excuse EVERY TIME as to why he couldn't stay in the store. He ignored everything I said.
The only thing I didn't do is grab him by the ear and shove it in his face.
Recently I received a settlement. I have spent a total of $75 on myself with that money. It almost all but gone.
I wanna pout today. Earlier this month. I helped to save my neighbors from a fire. I sacrificed my health, time and job for our child. I sacrificed roller derby for a medical issue. I sacrificed firefighting for cancer.
The one day I was looking for my feeling to be validated I got jack shit. Like my birthday, Mother's day and Valentine's before it.
When will I ever learn?
- Christian
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Coincidence
Dr feelgood plays on the radio whenever I'm leaving to go to my pain management doc.
- Christian
- Christian
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Getting back on track.
I just realized it's the 15th of December. The last thing I remember is Halloween. Where did the time go?
I realized something was wrong a week before Halloween. My feelings were confirmed a week after Halloween. Now I'm at a stand still.
I got one report back that the tumor is gone. Like a Christmas miracle it simply disappeared.
Then why am I so depressed.
I sleep til noon and don't have the energy to do anything. Before anyone starts to worry able the baby, he is well taken care of. If it wasn't for him I would most likely not leave the bed at all.
He's growing up too fast. He tells me he's hungry, thirsty and when he needs something.
Tomorrow my kids are getting their mommy back. With nine days left before Christmas, I'm going to attempt to organize this house and finish Christmas shopping.
I heard of shift work syndrome and I may explore and blog about it more.
I normally become super depressed when my husband is on his quick turn around shifts. Four on, three off, three on, one off, four on. It seems like my husband isn't even a part if this family. He just comes to sleep and eat.
Everything becomes a priority and Everything is "dumped" on me.
Now is the time to stop it all. I know it's coming every month.
But I hate to cut this short. The baby just woke up and wants to play.
- Christian
I realized something was wrong a week before Halloween. My feelings were confirmed a week after Halloween. Now I'm at a stand still.
I got one report back that the tumor is gone. Like a Christmas miracle it simply disappeared.
Then why am I so depressed.
I sleep til noon and don't have the energy to do anything. Before anyone starts to worry able the baby, he is well taken care of. If it wasn't for him I would most likely not leave the bed at all.
He's growing up too fast. He tells me he's hungry, thirsty and when he needs something.
Tomorrow my kids are getting their mommy back. With nine days left before Christmas, I'm going to attempt to organize this house and finish Christmas shopping.
I heard of shift work syndrome and I may explore and blog about it more.
I normally become super depressed when my husband is on his quick turn around shifts. Four on, three off, three on, one off, four on. It seems like my husband isn't even a part if this family. He just comes to sleep and eat.
Everything becomes a priority and Everything is "dumped" on me.
Now is the time to stop it all. I know it's coming every month.
But I hate to cut this short. The baby just woke up and wants to play.
- Christian
Tuesday, December 14, 2010
Maybe not such a good idea
Ok. Today, I gave my donation at the lab, so I can start my new job coming up down south.
I can't believe how much this cancer thing has actually effected my day to day living. I am so backed up right now with house work, school things and doctors appointments I don't think I'm ever going to catch up.
Well.
Since with this new job I maybe running calls both emergency and 10-96. I showed my face, and my doctors release, at my other volunteer fire company and picked up a couple of calls.
I love being a part of a volunteer fire company. They pay for my education, and I give back time. Plus, doing the runs sharpens my skills to use later in my daily job.
Well, last night we got an assault. PD was on scene.
Scene safe. BSI.
We walk in to an "alternative lifestyles" party.
No big deal. My other job is direct sale for romance enhancements. My partner was a country boy. His eyes were bugging out. Me, on the other hand, was ok with the situation.
The lights were on in the banquet room when we first arrived. Glitter covered everything. Our patient was on a bench at the door, with a small puncture wound to the scalp. The club asked us it they could resume the party. I believed it was alright, if it was cleared with the officers. I had seen the wound. I flushed it with saline and was applying direct pressure. I sent my partner for the stretcher and board.
There was enough light to safely board and collar this patient in the front. Plus, I sympathized with club owner. Time is money, and patrons were leaving.
Remember. I did say scene safe. BSI.
Most of my colleague laugh at me; because, my gloves are on before I even get out of the front I wear them up to transfer of care.
Well.
When those lights turned off, black lights came on.
Proteins glow in black lights. Proteins would most be bodily fluids.
That couch was a glowing with small splatter marks an what looked like down under creases (ladies remember this).
This couch was PRETTY POPULAR.
I must have had a look on my face; because, my patient thought I "found" something bad with their head wound. Truth is there was a splatter mark right next to their ear.
I collared my patient, and load them on to the backboard.
I placed them on the stretcher with O2, and took off.
By the way, that box was is bypass for a hour so I decontaminate myself.
I am so glad I'm not the clubbing age anymore.
I'll ALWAYS remember the first critical fail.
SCENE SAFE.
BSI.
- Christian
I can't believe how much this cancer thing has actually effected my day to day living. I am so backed up right now with house work, school things and doctors appointments I don't think I'm ever going to catch up.
Well.
Since with this new job I maybe running calls both emergency and 10-96. I showed my face, and my doctors release, at my other volunteer fire company and picked up a couple of calls.
I love being a part of a volunteer fire company. They pay for my education, and I give back time. Plus, doing the runs sharpens my skills to use later in my daily job.
Well, last night we got an assault. PD was on scene.
Scene safe. BSI.
We walk in to an "alternative lifestyles" party.
No big deal. My other job is direct sale for romance enhancements. My partner was a country boy. His eyes were bugging out. Me, on the other hand, was ok with the situation.
The lights were on in the banquet room when we first arrived. Glitter covered everything. Our patient was on a bench at the door, with a small puncture wound to the scalp. The club asked us it they could resume the party. I believed it was alright, if it was cleared with the officers. I had seen the wound. I flushed it with saline and was applying direct pressure. I sent my partner for the stretcher and board.
There was enough light to safely board and collar this patient in the front. Plus, I sympathized with club owner. Time is money, and patrons were leaving.
Remember. I did say scene safe. BSI.
Most of my colleague laugh at me; because, my gloves are on before I even get out of the front I wear them up to transfer of care.
Well.
When those lights turned off, black lights came on.
Proteins glow in black lights. Proteins would most be bodily fluids.
That couch was a glowing with small splatter marks an what looked like down under creases (ladies remember this).
This couch was PRETTY POPULAR.
I must have had a look on my face; because, my patient thought I "found" something bad with their head wound. Truth is there was a splatter mark right next to their ear.
I collared my patient, and load them on to the backboard.
I placed them on the stretcher with O2, and took off.
By the way, that box was is bypass for a hour so I decontaminate myself.
I am so glad I'm not the clubbing age anymore.
I'll ALWAYS remember the first critical fail.
SCENE SAFE.
BSI.
- Christian
Sunday, December 12, 2010
Really?
So the Bullie learned to get of pen today. Wouldn't be so bad but right now the dogs don't get along with each other. So now, I have a bunch of walking wounded at home. Sydney had puncture wounds on his leg. Bloo's eye is all bloody and swollen. Simon was the only smart one in the bunch. He headed for the hills. I found him hiding behind the trash bag at the top of the steps. I'm glad we did come home after seeing santa. Or I think I may have come home to a dead dog or two. Now, I have to choose. Rukus a wonderful Bullie breed. Or the rest of my brood. I believe this family can work. It's going to just take time to get everyone on the same page.
-Christian
-Christian
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