Monday, April 28, 2008

TAGGED!!!

By Cricket, who's in my little list o' people I stalk on the intarwebs. --->

On to the meme.

My roommate and I once read passages from a cheesy romance novel to a guy I was seeing at the time. I laughed so hard as he was getting ready to leave that I may or may not have peed a little. o_O

Never in my life have I had a lot of money. Always had just enough to get by.

High school was a cloud of smoke.


When I am nervous I am either stone silent or will talk non-stop. Seems to depend on the situation. Also, I chain smoke if I'm able.

My hair is far too thin for my taste.

When I was 5 I broke my arm trying to do a cartwheel.

By this time next year I will hopefully be living somewhere else. Cheaper rent (or possibly a house payment) would be awesome.

My ideal breakfast is a cheese omlette and biscuits and gravy.

If you visit my hometown, you'd see Shit tons of railroad tracks and a huge depot.

If you spend the night at my house, you have to be willing to deal with 5 cats that will lay on you at one point or another during your stay.

My favourite blond is uh... Britney? *shrug*

My favourite brunette is Shaun Morgan. (And yes, he counts cuzz the red in his hair is about as natural as mine. :-P)

The animal I would like to see flying is a squirell cuzz it always makes me giggle.

I shouldn’t eat so much damned ice cream.

Last night played Wario on the Wii. And it was FUN.

I’ve been told I look like Jodi Foster, back before i started coloring my hair.

If I could have any car it would be a forest green Blazer with tan interior and all the bells and whistles. (I've wanted the same car since I was 15)



Hmm... I dunno who to tag, so if you wanna do it, then by all means! I'm off to drink some more water and maybe see if I can swallow some salt and see if it helps my throat. :-(

Friday, April 25, 2008

Ya know what pisses me off?

When people try to tell me how to do MY job when they barely have a basic understanding of how it's done and/or why. Fucking seriously. If I code something ALS (Advance Life Support) it's due to the fact that a Basic EMT is NOT supposed to be giving pt care. Typically it's due to there being drugs in an IV or the pt needing to be on a monitor or having some other type of equipment being transported with them. When I give a call that simply tells you WHAT equipment is going with the patient, DO NOT get on the radio and tell me to code it differently. Especially when you have no fucking idea how I coded it in the first place, asshole. I don't give a flying monkey fuck if you're a paramedic or not. YOU DO NOT DO MY JOB. YOU DO NOT UNDERSTAND HOW TO DO MY JOB. Yeah, I'm willing to bet that my job is no where near as difficult as being on the rig, but I don't tell you how to be a fucking ParaGod. Don't tell me how to dispatch.

/end bitchfest

*cough*

Mayhaps I have a touch of the PMS? My uterus is trying to kill me, after all, so I'd say it's a pretty safe bet. I also have this urge to do nothing but chain smoke.

I get to have the boy this weekend. Originally his dad told me no cuzz I have to work until 11 tonight, so that meant I wouldn't be able to take him until tomorrow. But then. THEN. The boy got sick. I'm willing to bet that it's just the beginning of his allergies, just like what happens at this time every.single.year. Seems the other kids might get sick, so I get to have him. Heh. Whatever. I'll gladly keep him and I won't bitch about it one bit. I'm hoping that he's feeling better when I pick him up tomorrow, though. I think I might take him out to lunch or something. I think he'd like that. Let's hope that the PMS tones itself down by then. o_O

I don't really have anything else. I'm gonna try to get up some pictures of the new hair this weekend, but I make no promises. I also want to get the boy's room cleaned up since I don't have to work, but we'll see how that goes, too. I've got a touch of the Spring Cleaning, so I think I should take advantage of that while it's still running through my veins. Too bad I didn't have today off cuzz I'm sure I'd be quite the cleaning fool.

Wednesday, April 23, 2008

So, I had this huge amusing entry typed up the other day. When I hit publish, the computer said FUCK YOU (for real!) and told me to refresh the page. The damned internets ate my entry. I was pissed off, so I didn't redo it. Even when I'm trying to NOT suck at the internets, I manage to suck at them.

*sigh*

I'm in a mood

I'm not particularly fond of the crew I'm working with. Not that they're bad people (well, I don't think they're bad people. I don't see them after I leave work, so maybe they eat baby kittens when they leave.), but they are SLOW. And a good majority of the time, it's apparent that they're being slow to prove a point of some kind. What that point might be has never been reveled to me, but they're proving something damn it! It's either that or they're taking care of personal bullshit on the clock. Like the one is ALWAYS on the phone with his girlfriend. Which, whatever. I've never seen a couple so up each other's asses and I have a feeling if Greg and I were like that, I'd have killed him within 3 days, but that's how they roll. It bothers me when it involves my call times. We have a certain amount of time to do things and talking to your girlfriend is not a factor. He's also been trying to renew his national registration, which, ok that's at least job related. But when you're given a call, you don't wait until you're finished with whatever form you need to shove into an envelope. You take your call and do it afterwards. Or, and this is just an idea and maybe it wouldn't work, DO IT ON YOUR OWN FUCKING TIME. He gets 3 days off one week and 4 days off the next week. Yeah, he's a firefighter, too, but it's not for Flint and they typically aren't anywhere near as busy as it is around here.

And the other part of the crew just drives me up the wall. She bitches CONSTANTLY about shit she doesn't even need to worry about. She's a nice enough person, but she just gets under my skin. No idea why. And it's been like that from day 1. Ya know those people that you KNOW there's something about them that you cannot stand, but you just can't quite put your finger on it? That's her. And I've never trusted her. She can be pretty manipulative if she'll get something out of it. This morning when I walked in, she was in here just a rantin and a ravin about something and there was a person over from the base next door just going right along with her. I was ready to bash heads. Fo realz, yo. On top of that, I had left my cigarettes at home this morning and I was NOT a happy camper. (Greg brought them up to me cuzz he was being nice today. I think he wants something.)

I've been cleaning the base like crazy lately. I used to do it all the time, but I got tired of it, so I stopped. Maybe it's the weather or something.

I got nothing else. :-/

Saturday, April 19, 2008

In Which I STILL Suck at Playing Internets

Yeah... I haven't posted anything anywhere (with the exception of randomly updating my status on MySpace and Facebook on occasion) since the last time I posted here. I haven't really had anything exciting going on and I've been working a metric shit ton of overtime. Let's see if I can put this into perspective. A normal check for me is for 2 weeks of work, which is 84 hours. (36 hrs one week and 48 hrs the next) This last check was for 91 hours and the check I'll be getting in roughly two weeks is gonna be for a minimum of 105 hours. That's if I don't decide to stay over on Friday, which I just might do if I can. So, basically, my life has been all about work lately. And, although some shit went down at ye ole job, I can't talk about it anywhere cuzz rumor has it there are lawyers involved and I don't want to get nailed for opening my mouth. Heh.

I got my herr and nails did this week. I'll post pictures of the hair when I get a chance to take a couple and when Greg gets the fuckin program we use to upload pictures installed on the computer. Turd. He went to some website and tried to download something (to my knowledge, it was not pr0n, but it makes me giggle to think that maybe it was) and pop ups kept jumping on the screen at random times, so he had to reformat it. Now, it wasn't as bad as the last time this happened (that was due to pr0n) cuzz the pop ups were only about life insurance and shit like that. Last time, I was sitting on the couch with Alex watching a movie and I saw something out of the corner of my eye. I looked over and there was a pair of tits staring at me with the words Horny Girls in Grand Blanc Want YOU flashing at me. Alex claims he didn't see the bewbs, but I think he did. LOL Lovely, eh? Anyway, so it was just a bunch of bullshit pop ups this time, but he couldn't get them to stop with all the other crap he did, so reformatting was the way to go. I had just got him to install some other programs that I had been asking him to install for a year on there, so I'm thinking it's gonna be at least another year before they get back on there. Grr. (Yes, I know how to install things, but Greg's programs all organized in his own special way and I can't find shit.)

What else, what else, what else...

I should be getting my little certification diploma and card soon for my AEMD. I kicked that test's ass!

Oh! I know you'll all be shocked, but I finally found out that I definitely DO NOT have Fibromyalsia. I went in for my appt on Wednesday and the doc was all, "Uh... Why are you here?" So I explained everything and he kinda giggled a bit. I told him I was sorry for making him waste an appt, but I didn't have it. He cocked an eyebrow at me and asked if I knew anyone with it, so I told him I did and that I also knew how to read. He laughed and said that there's so much bullshit on the internets that people are diagnosing themselves with and with out things simply based on what someone else wrote. I told him that my bullshit detector was fully functional and explained all the medical background I have and he snickered a bit and said that he needed to do the exam anyway, just to be certain. Ok, I can get that. The only reaction got out of me was when he wound up tickling me. He looked down and asked if what he was doing hurt and I burst out laughing. (I had been trying not to.) He confirmed I don't have it and he's writing a recommendation to my doc for an MRI and/or CAT Scan. he can't understand why I've never had one in the 5 years I've been dealing with this shit, either. He was saying how there's only so much that can be seen with surgery and ultrasound, the rest is typically seen with an MRI. So, that was THAT appt. I saw my urologist, too, and have a new prescription to fill. He finally gave me a script for the pills that are supposed to help the interstitial cystitis. What I had initially (the shit that took me almost 4 months to fucking get) has to be administered in 5 consecutive days and there's just no way I can take that much time off work. Even if I were to have someone come in and cover so I could go up there and go back to work, I have no clue how that crap would effect me and there's a possibility that I would need to stay home afterwards. Bleh. He said the pills take about 3 months to fix anything and if they don't work, I'll have no choice but to use the other stuff, so we'll see how this goes.

And that's pretty much it. Nothing fun and exciting. :-( aw

Saturday, April 05, 2008

Well, THAT was interesting...

So, my little brother graduated from basic training this week/weekend. (I can't remember if he graduated Thursday or Friday) I was supposed to go down there for it, but too many doctors appts prevented me from going. My mom is in the process of driving him down to Ft Gordon in Georgia for AIT and Jesse called me from the road.

We're shootin the shit or whatever and he started talking about getting hit with something. I couldn't understand what he was saying. Then I heard a crash and he said they had just gotten hit. I asked if he was ok and he said he was. Then I heard my mom tell him to "get the fuck off the phone and call 911". o_O That kinda worried me a bit, but we got off the phone right away and I got to sit here at work and wonder if they really were ok.

My mom just called a few minutes ago to let me know that they were, indeed, alright and that the sound I had heard was the window shattering on my brother. Seems they got hit in the passenger door by some chick. Jesse was checked out by ambulance personnel and he refused to be taken to the hospital cuzz he didn't need to go. The other car had to be towed cuzz it wouldn't start.

My mom is VERY glad she decided to pay the little of extra money for the insurance.

Renewed my CPR certification. Now I get to renew my EMD. Weeha. This is going to be a LONG week. I have to drive at least 1 hour (each way) for my class Monday - Wednesday after working this weekend and then I have to work Thursday and Friday. Yay.

Boughted me some new girl jeans. These ones don't fall off my ass. As much anyway. Also got the boy some new pants and tshirts. He's not allowed to wear shorts to school, for whatever reason, so these will work well for the rest of the year and probably for some crap during the summer. If the little shit would quit growing I'd be all set. :-P

I almost got one of the funniest cat pictures evAr last night, but I failed. There was one cat eating and 3 more standing behind in line. Once they heard the camera turn on, they scattered. Bitches, ruining my fun.

That's about it. Won't get to see the boy until the 14th cuzz of work and class. That's got me down a bit. Maybe I can steal him away and take him to dinner one night. That shouldn't have him out too late and he won't be too tired for school. Guess I'll have to wait and see where I am financially this week. Heh.

Wednesday, April 02, 2008

I fucking heart ths song



Right now, this is BEYOND how I'm feeling. For my lovies that can't play the video or who don't want to.. Have some lyrics!

Here's To Another
By Smile Emprty Soul

I walked into a bar tonight
I knew that it was the last place I should be
I'm like a fly to the neon lights
A good buzz is the only thing I need

[Chorus]
Pull up a stool
Nothing to do except
Shot after shot
Drink till I puke
And I'm
Standing on the edge of what is real
I feel like I've drank away the better part of years
My fears have me
Pinned against a wall
without them I would fall so
Before I'm gone lets have a cheers

I've lived through some hard times
I've done the best I could with what I've had
Life is never a short flight
I'm still so young how did I get so

[Chorus]
Before I'm gone lets have a cheers
Before I'm gone lets have a cheers

Standing on the edge of what is real
I feel like I've drank away the better part of years
My fears have me
Pinned against a wall
But without them I would fall so
Before I'm gone lets have a cheers
Before I'm gone lets have a cheers
Before I'm gone lets have a cheers

Before I'm gone lets have a cheers



Story of my life...

And, just cuzz I'm being a YouTube freak... Here's a song Ben Harper remade that I can't get out of my head.



The Drugs Don't Work\
as remade by Ben Harper

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down
And I know you're thinking of me
As you lay down on your side

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again
Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

But I know I'm on a losing streak
'Cause I passed down by old street
And if you wanna show, just let me know
And I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

So baby, Woh- if heaven calls, I'm coming too
Just like you said you leave my life, I'm better off dead

All this talk of getting old
It's getting me down my love
Like a cat in a bag, waiting to drown
This time I'm comin' down

The drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But I know I'll see your face again

So baby, Woh- if heaven calls, I'm coming too
And like you said, you leave my life, I'm better off dead

But if you wanna show, just let me know
And now I'll sing in your ear again

Now the drugs don't work
They just make you worse
But now I know I'll see your face again
Yeah- I know I'll see your face again
Yeah- I know I'll see your face again
Oh- now
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again
Never coming down, Never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more, no more
Never coming down, never coming down
No more, no more, no more, no more, no more
Oh- now
Yeah, I know I'll see your face again



There are SO many countless people I could play that for...




Suffice it to say I'm in a melancholy mood right now. And I miss my high school people who were taken too soon.

I think I might just be a naturally EMO perswon. Yes, I DO heart The Cure and I DO wear heavy black eyeliner. Bite me! :-P

Tuesday, April 01, 2008

In which I present Baby Boy! Complete with random update!

So... I missed my appt with the fibromaylsia doc. I slept through my alarm cuzz I am teh awesomest evAr! Seriously, I finally fell asleep around 0500 and had to be up at 0700. Thankfully, they tried to call me into work today cuzz I slept through that alarm, too. Had they not woke me up? The boy would have been HORRIBLY late for school. Heh. New appt is in two weeks. They could've gotten me in next week, but I'll be in class to obtain my EMD (Emergency Medical Dispatch) certification that I allowed to expire in June 2006. I was under the (correct) assumption that I wouldn't need it to work with the hospital that I do, but the Medical Control Authority has recently passed a thing stating that EVERY dispatcher in the county MUST be certified. It's not a bad thing, I like having the training and the reference protocols so that in the (incredibly rare) event I have a private caller that needs me to assist them with CPR (which I could've done anyway, being an {expired} instructor) or maybe to help a caller birth a breech baby, I can do that with a script that was made by actual doctors! Seriously, I completely heart having that certification and it allows me to go ANYWHERE in the U.S. and still be able to dispatch. Which will be awesome as fuck if I decide that I absolutely must leave the state (or maybe change jobs and, say, work with an actual 911 center) I can do it and not have to worry about a job. I would LOVELOVELOVE to leave Michigan, but I'd have to take the ex to court to get permission to take the boy and it's just not worth it right now.

Anyway.

I'm drinking a nice Merlot from Barefoot which (I think and could be COMPLETELY wrong about {damn you ALanis Morrisette}) is ironic as hell considering that I absolutely DESPISE anything and everything that is related to and/or involving feet, and getting ready to start on an even better Cabernet Sauvignon by the same winery, and listening to a band called HURT. (Seriously, check them out! They are fucking AWESOMETACULAR! Especially if you're a lyrics bitch like I am. I have their CDs Vol. 1 and Vol. 2 and it's incredibly {I really like that word tonight} that they ever leave my CD player. They're rock/hard rock, but they're not as hard as what I typically listen to. Go. Listen. and LOVE THEM LIKE I DO!!!)

*cough*

I do believe I promised you good people some BABY pictures! Keep in mind that I neglected to scan his newborn pictures. Well, with the exception of the one that the hospital took. See, when Alex was born, he didn't cry. That made everyone in the room (approx 15 nurses and 3 doctors {for real. I pushed HARD for 3 hours and he didn't move AT.ALL. Plus I had an asthma attack in the middle, so everyone freaked out}) freak, so I didn't get to see him for the first 4 hours of his life. I made his dad go with everyone to the NICU to make sure he didn't get mixed up with another baby or stolen or something and he took pictures. Basically, my precious little boy has a bunch of pictures of himself with tubes and monitors and, while I know it's not a bad thing and it could have been SO much worse, I just don't want to post those. He looks perfectly healthy and like he has absolutely NO need for the wires and tubes (which he didn't, he was just stubborn like his momma) I just don't want to scan the,. Deal with it.

What you get is gonna be SO much more. Well, for as long as I leave it up anyway. the first thing is a page of sorts from his first year. All wallet photos. Yeah... I'm that mom. The one that gets hit on at the bar (Lord only knows WHY) and whips out all sorts of wallet pictures of the precious little child that she is not taking care of for whatever reason. I know, I know, I fucking rawk! After that will be pictures from his first few months until just after his first year. That's where my pictures stop. I lost A LOT of stuff when I left my ex. I just realized last night that a shit ton of pictures were among the things I lost.

Anyway.

Enjoy the cute. My son is the cutest redhead you'll ever see! Ok, Ok, with the exception of Cricket's little boy. But, hey, TWO awesomely cute redheadds acn't be all bad. Unless they somehow get together and join forces. Then all Hell will break loose and I', pretty sure the Four Horsemen will appear and all will be lost. :-P

Let the pictures begin!!!





















Isn't he just fucking gorgeous?! I'm totally TOO buzzed and tired to come up with captions. Just remember that he stole that cat toy from Harley and would not go ANYWHERE with out it. And also that he's ALWAYS been tall and skinny. o_O And he STILL loves his BBQ. Momma's boy ALL .THE.WAY.

Hmm...

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Ya know, I'm a little shocked it wasn't higher. Guess I need to work on incorporating more cussing into my writing. I really thought I had that shit down, yo.

Heh.

I didn't go to bed until around 5 this morning. I just couldn't sleep. I don't know if I'm nervous about going to a doctor that I am almost certain will be telling me that I was right and that I do NOT have Fibromyalsia or if I simply lost last night's battle with insomnia. I am in a pretty descent amount of pain right now, though, so that may have played a part as well. I'd pop some beautiful Dilaudid except that I am teh awesomest pill taker ever. See, the pills are incredibly small and, since I am also teh awesomest when it comes to dropping things, I've gotten into the habit of taking the pills over the sink. (All I need is to drop a pill and have Alex or one of the cats find it and eat it and explode.) So, I was being responsible and what not and was dumping pills into my hand when I decided that it would be even greater fun to just randomly drop the bottle. Into the sink. Where there was an open drain. Ugh. I now have 7 pills to last me until I see my doc again in about 2 weeks. Lovely.

I tried to battle the insomnia demon by scanning pictures into the computer with my awesometastic scanner. I scanned things from my horribly missed community theater days and I scanned pictures of baby Alex cuzz I was jealous of Grandpa Becky's pictures of HER baby Alex. (And dude, I am totally gonna link to those places when I'm finished with this entry. I actually read a few of the blogs you linked.) So, maybe a picture or three?




These two are from my first show You Can't Take It With You. I played a drunk actress. Heheh.



From the first time I did Joseph and the Amazing Technicolor Dreamcoat. I got to play girl roles that time. :-P



With the girls from South Pacific. That was my first lead role. And yes, I know I make a shitty blond.

Ok, I'm gonna throw some of the baby Alex pics up later and some funny ones from my theater days, too. But for now, I shall leave you with this...



Pissed off Baby Alex. I totally heart that picture. :-)