Tuesday, June 28, 2005
Peeking Through the Window of Her Mind - Plus, It'll Be Ok
I love my church. We have nice people, good, solid teaching, our Sunday School lessons come straight from the Bible and not some curriculum from Pennsylvania or Arkansas, the people there truly love the Lord and want to serve Him.
I've been struggling with my walk with God for about a year and a half now. I've gone to various people for help and they all gave me the same advice. I asked for help with the advice and they gave it again. I asked God for help when I started seeing myself slipping. I kept sliding down hill and moved further and further away from Him. Friends, family, deteriorating relationships that my friends or I were going through, trips, the little things in life, things kept coming and I knew I needed to trust Him. I thought I did. I got to the point where I was falling into a hole. Not knowing what it looked like, what it felt like to trust God only exacerbated the situation. I finally hit the bottom of the hole. Hurting, I struggled to find out a way to get out. I'd look up at the small hole of light, the only source of light, the opening to the hole I'd fallen into, and wish for a way out. Like a baby learns to stand, I'd grab onto the wall and barely pull myself up, sometimes to a standing position, give up, say it's too hard, and fall back down. I'd sit there, frustrated that I can't do the easiest things. I'd whine and complain to myself all the time about how bad my situation is.
Sometimes people would call down the hole to me and ask me if I was ok. Certain people I would say yes to, just to be polite. Others I would desperately ask for help. Some ignored my request and walked away. Some sent down a rope, but it never came far enough for me to reach. One built a ladder that reached all the way down to the bottom of the hole. He told me to come when I'm ready, that He'll be waiting for me when I get there. Noticing the ladder is one thing, climbing it is another. I'm working on climbing the ladder. I know what I'm supposed to do, I know how to climb the ladder, that's not the issue. It's fitting it into everyday life that's hard.
If it weren't for the people at church, I wouldn't have even noticed the ladder. I would have been so focused on myself that I would have missed it completely. These people were like a flashing arrow pointing through the dark to the ladder, my way of escape from the dark and lonely hole. They are my encouragement, my motivation to perservere and be strong. They help me do what I should do alone, but can't find the strength to do it.
The past two weeks have been the best weeks of my spiritual walk in at least a year. I have grown in how I think and how I view things. I'm watching them through glass windows. I'm listening to what they say to each other, especially about God. I feel like I'm a recovering skeptic. I watched these people at church and saw the ones that were constantly talking about God and every other word out of their mouth was how God did this for them and God saved them in this situation and found myself not happy, but intstantly bitter and angry at His name and the way they used it. These people I dubbed "overly Christian" and found that my anger wasn't necessarily towards them, but at myself and my situation. I still find that people that are that way are annoying - I'm happy for them and all, but they can talk about other things. You can thank God for what he's done in your life and tell others about it without being so repetitive. I almost hate to say that, but it's the truth. Sorry, long rabbit trail. I'm working on it.
Now when I see these people, they help me realize my situation and while they don't tell me how to fix it (I haven't asked them), they do help me to do so by pointing to Him. I'm not really sure what's going to happen, but I know this: God has His plan for me. I am taken care of. Although I'm not where I'd like to be (who is?), I finally realize that it's ok. It's ok to go slowly. I don't have to be some super Christian. I can have problems. As long as I still acknowledge that God is the only cure and let Him be such, I'm ok.
That's what has been on my mind recently. I have to go get final details for tomorrow...I'm housesitting for a friend for two weeks. Have to go get Clifford inspected so I don't get a ticket for being so far out of inspection. I'll talk to you all later. I will have internet while I'm there and I'll try and blog as often as I can.
Tschüss!
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I love my church. We have nice people, good, solid teaching, our Sunday School lessons come straight from the Bible and not some curriculum from Pennsylvania or Arkansas, the people there truly love the Lord and want to serve Him.
I've been struggling with my walk with God for about a year and a half now. I've gone to various people for help and they all gave me the same advice. I asked for help with the advice and they gave it again. I asked God for help when I started seeing myself slipping. I kept sliding down hill and moved further and further away from Him. Friends, family, deteriorating relationships that my friends or I were going through, trips, the little things in life, things kept coming and I knew I needed to trust Him. I thought I did. I got to the point where I was falling into a hole. Not knowing what it looked like, what it felt like to trust God only exacerbated the situation. I finally hit the bottom of the hole. Hurting, I struggled to find out a way to get out. I'd look up at the small hole of light, the only source of light, the opening to the hole I'd fallen into, and wish for a way out. Like a baby learns to stand, I'd grab onto the wall and barely pull myself up, sometimes to a standing position, give up, say it's too hard, and fall back down. I'd sit there, frustrated that I can't do the easiest things. I'd whine and complain to myself all the time about how bad my situation is.
Sometimes people would call down the hole to me and ask me if I was ok. Certain people I would say yes to, just to be polite. Others I would desperately ask for help. Some ignored my request and walked away. Some sent down a rope, but it never came far enough for me to reach. One built a ladder that reached all the way down to the bottom of the hole. He told me to come when I'm ready, that He'll be waiting for me when I get there. Noticing the ladder is one thing, climbing it is another. I'm working on climbing the ladder. I know what I'm supposed to do, I know how to climb the ladder, that's not the issue. It's fitting it into everyday life that's hard.
If it weren't for the people at church, I wouldn't have even noticed the ladder. I would have been so focused on myself that I would have missed it completely. These people were like a flashing arrow pointing through the dark to the ladder, my way of escape from the dark and lonely hole. They are my encouragement, my motivation to perservere and be strong. They help me do what I should do alone, but can't find the strength to do it.
The past two weeks have been the best weeks of my spiritual walk in at least a year. I have grown in how I think and how I view things. I'm watching them through glass windows. I'm listening to what they say to each other, especially about God. I feel like I'm a recovering skeptic. I watched these people at church and saw the ones that were constantly talking about God and every other word out of their mouth was how God did this for them and God saved them in this situation and found myself not happy, but intstantly bitter and angry at His name and the way they used it. These people I dubbed "overly Christian" and found that my anger wasn't necessarily towards them, but at myself and my situation. I still find that people that are that way are annoying - I'm happy for them and all, but they can talk about other things. You can thank God for what he's done in your life and tell others about it without being so repetitive. I almost hate to say that, but it's the truth. Sorry, long rabbit trail. I'm working on it.
Now when I see these people, they help me realize my situation and while they don't tell me how to fix it (I haven't asked them), they do help me to do so by pointing to Him. I'm not really sure what's going to happen, but I know this: God has His plan for me. I am taken care of. Although I'm not where I'd like to be (who is?), I finally realize that it's ok. It's ok to go slowly. I don't have to be some super Christian. I can have problems. As long as I still acknowledge that God is the only cure and let Him be such, I'm ok.
That's what has been on my mind recently. I have to go get final details for tomorrow...I'm housesitting for a friend for two weeks. Have to go get Clifford inspected so I don't get a ticket for being so far out of inspection. I'll talk to you all later. I will have internet while I'm there and I'll try and blog as often as I can.
Tschüss!
Sunday, June 26, 2005
100 - Plus, Special Rewards
I don't really feel like updating, but I have to tell you this...
I took another test at work on Tuesday (the 21st) and made a 100! Perfect score on the second hardest test! When I told my boss, not only was she encouraging (yes!!) but she said that she didn't have any records of anyone else making a 100 on that test. So not only did I ace it, but I'm the only one to ace it!!! Score! (no pun intended)
Tschüss!
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I don't really feel like updating, but I have to tell you this...
I took another test at work on Tuesday (the 21st) and made a 100! Perfect score on the second hardest test! When I told my boss, not only was she encouraging (yes!!) but she said that she didn't have any records of anyone else making a 100 on that test. So not only did I ace it, but I'm the only one to ace it!!! Score! (no pun intended)
Tschüss!
Tuesday, June 21, 2005
Possibly the First Time In My Life - Plus, Oreo's Ordeal
I PASSED MY TEST TODAY! I GOT A 94! Which means...I GOT AN A!!! That's probably the first time in my entire life to get an A on a test. I was so happy I was crying. Hooray!
I get home and Mom tells me on her way out the door to look at Oreo's leg and that I need to change the bandage. I take him in there and look at it and oh my goodness. It used to just be a surface sore, about 1/2 inch wide and 1 1/2 inches long, looking irritated and possibly infected. The surface sore part is healing and looks a lot better. The bad thing is, even though he has an Elizabethan collar on (a hard plastic cone that goes around his head) he's still trying to lick the sore. There's a gash in it now, shaped like a V, and bleeding. Not profusely, but bleeding nonetheless. When I bandaged his leg I noticed that there's more to it. Where the bottom of the V is, there's one edge that goes farther down, looking more like a lowercase Y - y. He needs to go to thet doctor. I'd call them and take him now, but we can't afford to take him in and pay for all the treatments. Sometimes being poor really sucks! If I could afford to pay for it, I would - out of my own money. I feel so bad for him. I wish there was something I can do.
Ok, in an attempt to make my mood lighter, I'll tell you my plans for this weekend. Josh, about 2 months ago, invited me to go to his family reunion with he and his family. This Saturday is the reunion and it's going to be a blast! I am so unbelievably excited about it! We're going to go swimming, eat food, see family members that we've never met before, all sorts of fun stuff like that! *grins and laughs* It's going to be a blast!
That's really all I had to blog about. Oh, and one more thing...
I PASSED MY TEST!!!
Tschüss!
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I PASSED MY TEST TODAY! I GOT A 94! Which means...I GOT AN A!!! That's probably the first time in my entire life to get an A on a test. I was so happy I was crying. Hooray!
I get home and Mom tells me on her way out the door to look at Oreo's leg and that I need to change the bandage. I take him in there and look at it and oh my goodness. It used to just be a surface sore, about 1/2 inch wide and 1 1/2 inches long, looking irritated and possibly infected. The surface sore part is healing and looks a lot better. The bad thing is, even though he has an Elizabethan collar on (a hard plastic cone that goes around his head) he's still trying to lick the sore. There's a gash in it now, shaped like a V, and bleeding. Not profusely, but bleeding nonetheless. When I bandaged his leg I noticed that there's more to it. Where the bottom of the V is, there's one edge that goes farther down, looking more like a lowercase Y - y. He needs to go to thet doctor. I'd call them and take him now, but we can't afford to take him in and pay for all the treatments. Sometimes being poor really sucks! If I could afford to pay for it, I would - out of my own money. I feel so bad for him. I wish there was something I can do.
Ok, in an attempt to make my mood lighter, I'll tell you my plans for this weekend. Josh, about 2 months ago, invited me to go to his family reunion with he and his family. This Saturday is the reunion and it's going to be a blast! I am so unbelievably excited about it! We're going to go swimming, eat food, see family members that we've never met before, all sorts of fun stuff like that! *grins and laughs* It's going to be a blast!
That's really all I had to blog about. Oh, and one more thing...
I PASSED MY TEST!!!
Tschüss!
Unfair - Plus, The Hopelessful Situation
If crying could fix things, I'd be golden right now.
My work situation feels impossible. I'm fighting a wall, here. No matter how hard I push on the wall, it's not going to budge. This is how it feels. The reality is that if I keep fighting the wall, I can break a hole in the concrete just big enough for me to crawl through...but I have to fight and fight and fight to no end. I feel like the only thing I'm fighting for is my career, and I could live without that.
I want this job so badly! But I want to give up. I start thinking that I really can do this, and then I talk to Susan (my boss). One 5 minute talk with her can ruin my entire day. I wish I had known that the little check-off sheet meant so much. I wish I knew that it determined whether or not I had a job at Highland. I wish so badly to rewind time knowing what was ahead of me. If I had known it was this important, it'd be completed by now.
I wonder if she's making it difficult for me on purpose. I wonder if she thought she made a bad decision by hiring me.
You must be strong, Julie. You can overcome this.
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If crying could fix things, I'd be golden right now.
My work situation feels impossible. I'm fighting a wall, here. No matter how hard I push on the wall, it's not going to budge. This is how it feels. The reality is that if I keep fighting the wall, I can break a hole in the concrete just big enough for me to crawl through...but I have to fight and fight and fight to no end. I feel like the only thing I'm fighting for is my career, and I could live without that.
I want this job so badly! But I want to give up. I start thinking that I really can do this, and then I talk to Susan (my boss). One 5 minute talk with her can ruin my entire day. I wish I had known that the little check-off sheet meant so much. I wish I knew that it determined whether or not I had a job at Highland. I wish so badly to rewind time knowing what was ahead of me. If I had known it was this important, it'd be completed by now.
I wonder if she's making it difficult for me on purpose. I wonder if she thought she made a bad decision by hiring me.
You must be strong, Julie. You can overcome this.
The Puppy
Oh, and by the way, the puppy made it. She's alive and well now. Her sibling had to be put down, but she's just fine.
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Oh, and by the way, the puppy made it. She's alive and well now. Her sibling had to be put down, but she's just fine.
Grrness - Plus, 13 Years
I just remembered that I need to get in to work today (today's my day off). I have a video that I haven't finished from yesterday plus three more to watch today and take another test. Grrness. I really feel like giving up. If I didn't want to work there so badly, I wouldn't care - I would've given up already. But I want to work there so badly, and I'm afraid that I won't get to. I was asking people all day to help me so they could sign off on things and I didn't get a single thing signed off. I'm going to end up doing everything on Thursday morning again and I don't want to do that. Grr. I wish there were an easy way out of this.
Yesterday after work and picking up Wm, Chris and I went to Chili's for dinner and then went shopping after that. We went to Kohl's and I got three shirts. We went to WalMart after that to look at laptops since I'm wanting to buy one after I housesit for Angi and they didn't have them out. The lady said, fairly rudly, that they didn't keep them out, that they were always locked up and weren't ever out on display. That's what I get for going to the Lewisville WalMart. Ah well.
Shopping with Chris was fun. We haven't hung out in a while and I really enjoyed her company. She's such an awesome woman. Very mature and godly. She's amazing. You know, having a best friend for 13 years and managing to still be close is awesome. It's a great feeling to know that someone will always be there.
We're going to see if the "original four" of us (Kelley, Chris, Ang and I) can have a sleepover sometime soon. That'll be fun. I like hanging out with them. Who knew I'd still be friends with all four of them 13 years later? I hoped it would happen, but things like moving happens a lot to little kids. Ah well. Time to plan the party!
Tschüss!
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I just remembered that I need to get in to work today (today's my day off). I have a video that I haven't finished from yesterday plus three more to watch today and take another test. Grrness. I really feel like giving up. If I didn't want to work there so badly, I wouldn't care - I would've given up already. But I want to work there so badly, and I'm afraid that I won't get to. I was asking people all day to help me so they could sign off on things and I didn't get a single thing signed off. I'm going to end up doing everything on Thursday morning again and I don't want to do that. Grr. I wish there were an easy way out of this.
Yesterday after work and picking up Wm, Chris and I went to Chili's for dinner and then went shopping after that. We went to Kohl's and I got three shirts. We went to WalMart after that to look at laptops since I'm wanting to buy one after I housesit for Angi and they didn't have them out. The lady said, fairly rudly, that they didn't keep them out, that they were always locked up and weren't ever out on display. That's what I get for going to the Lewisville WalMart. Ah well.
Shopping with Chris was fun. We haven't hung out in a while and I really enjoyed her company. She's such an awesome woman. Very mature and godly. She's amazing. You know, having a best friend for 13 years and managing to still be close is awesome. It's a great feeling to know that someone will always be there.
We're going to see if the "original four" of us (Kelley, Chris, Ang and I) can have a sleepover sometime soon. That'll be fun. I like hanging out with them. Who knew I'd still be friends with all four of them 13 years later? I hoped it would happen, but things like moving happens a lot to little kids. Ah well. Time to plan the party!
Tschüss!
Friday, June 17, 2005
Could I Be More Of A Mixture? - Plus, My Weekly Adventure
I am so happy yet so sad. All at the same time.
So my interesting work story for the week happened this afternoon. A 7 week old chocolate lab puppy was brought into us. The chief complaint: bloody diarrhea and vomiting. The first thing we think: Parvo.
For those of you that don't know (which is virtually everyone), Parvo is a virus that attacks rapidly dividing cells, i.e. the intestinal wall. When the dog vomits or makes a bowel movement, the virus moves in and further irritates the intestines, only making the dog sicker. Parvo can be cured if caught in time. If not, it can kill the dog. Now that you've been briefed, back to the story.
We drew some blood and tested the puppy for Parvo. The test came up negative. Even though this test is 95% accurate, there have been a few rare cases where the test came up negative and the dog was infected with Parvo. We did a fecal on the pup (examined her stool under a microscope) to look for things like Giardia that could have meant a different disease with similar symptoms. The fecal came back negative - we didn't find anything. We were still leaning towards Parvo as the source of ailment for this poor puppy.
When Dr. Hunsberger was in the room with the patient, talking to the owner, she noticed that the puppy was jerking around. They decided it was a dream rather than tremors because she woke herself out of it and was fine. If the shaking was tremors, then Distemper would have been the leading suspect.
I'm not exactly sure what the Distemper virus does, but I do know the symptoms. It's basically just like Parvo, the bloody diarrhea and vomiting being prominent. Distemper can also affect the nervous system, causing permanent damage to the dog, assuming it lives. Distemper can be cured, but most often it results in death.
So now we're not exactly sure what's ailing the puppy, either Parvo or Distemper. Either way, it's not good. We're going to treat her on Monday for Parvo, but she can't stay the night with us because she needs observation and there won't be people here this weekend. We referred her to an emergency clinic in Carrollton, that's where she is now. I don't know what'll happen to her, but I certainly hope she lives.
It was interesting. We couldn't handle any other puppies or dogs that hadn't been current on their vaccinations because if the puppy did have either of those very contagious diseases, they could get transmitted to the other animals. That meant that everything we (Debra, my OPN-Out Patient Nurse, the doctor, and i) touched had to be disinfected to kill the virus so it didn't spread to other animals. Our clothes needed to be disinfected, the hospital had to be disinfected...everything. I have my clothes and Dr. Hunsberger's clothes here to get decontaminated. You have no idea how freeing the shower was when I got home. I could finally touch something without having to make a mental note to spray it down with Lysol, I could sit down without having to worry about disinfecting it later. It was great! That was my adventure for today.
I'm so excited...Josh is coming into town this weekend for Father's Day. We're going out Saturday night. We're going to go see Cinderella Man. It's going to be great fun for everyone.
I'm exhausted, so I'm going to go to bed. Should have been in bed by now, but eh. I'll talk to you all later! Comment, please. I really do like hearing from you.
Tschüss!
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I am so happy yet so sad. All at the same time.
So my interesting work story for the week happened this afternoon. A 7 week old chocolate lab puppy was brought into us. The chief complaint: bloody diarrhea and vomiting. The first thing we think: Parvo.
For those of you that don't know (which is virtually everyone), Parvo is a virus that attacks rapidly dividing cells, i.e. the intestinal wall. When the dog vomits or makes a bowel movement, the virus moves in and further irritates the intestines, only making the dog sicker. Parvo can be cured if caught in time. If not, it can kill the dog. Now that you've been briefed, back to the story.
We drew some blood and tested the puppy for Parvo. The test came up negative. Even though this test is 95% accurate, there have been a few rare cases where the test came up negative and the dog was infected with Parvo. We did a fecal on the pup (examined her stool under a microscope) to look for things like Giardia that could have meant a different disease with similar symptoms. The fecal came back negative - we didn't find anything. We were still leaning towards Parvo as the source of ailment for this poor puppy.
When Dr. Hunsberger was in the room with the patient, talking to the owner, she noticed that the puppy was jerking around. They decided it was a dream rather than tremors because she woke herself out of it and was fine. If the shaking was tremors, then Distemper would have been the leading suspect.
I'm not exactly sure what the Distemper virus does, but I do know the symptoms. It's basically just like Parvo, the bloody diarrhea and vomiting being prominent. Distemper can also affect the nervous system, causing permanent damage to the dog, assuming it lives. Distemper can be cured, but most often it results in death.
So now we're not exactly sure what's ailing the puppy, either Parvo or Distemper. Either way, it's not good. We're going to treat her on Monday for Parvo, but she can't stay the night with us because she needs observation and there won't be people here this weekend. We referred her to an emergency clinic in Carrollton, that's where she is now. I don't know what'll happen to her, but I certainly hope she lives.
It was interesting. We couldn't handle any other puppies or dogs that hadn't been current on their vaccinations because if the puppy did have either of those very contagious diseases, they could get transmitted to the other animals. That meant that everything we (Debra, my OPN-Out Patient Nurse, the doctor, and i) touched had to be disinfected to kill the virus so it didn't spread to other animals. Our clothes needed to be disinfected, the hospital had to be disinfected...everything. I have my clothes and Dr. Hunsberger's clothes here to get decontaminated. You have no idea how freeing the shower was when I got home. I could finally touch something without having to make a mental note to spray it down with Lysol, I could sit down without having to worry about disinfecting it later. It was great! That was my adventure for today.
I'm so excited...Josh is coming into town this weekend for Father's Day. We're going out Saturday night. We're going to go see Cinderella Man. It's going to be great fun for everyone.
I'm exhausted, so I'm going to go to bed. Should have been in bed by now, but eh. I'll talk to you all later! Comment, please. I really do like hearing from you.
Tschüss!
Wednesday, June 15, 2005
Glad I Made It Home On Sunday - Plus, Truck Troubles = No Fun
Driving to work this morning, I turn out of my neighborhood and start accelerating as usual. As you all know, my truck is a standard, which means that the faster you go, the higher gear the truck needs to be in in order for it to work properly. I depress the clutch to shift into third gear. It starts to go, then something inside locked up and I couldn't get it to go into third. "I'm going up a hill, I need steam here, I'll shift back into second" I think to myself. I met with the same fate when attempting to shift into second gear. The clutch is broken. I managed to get up the hill and into the parking lot of the small strip center at the end of the road, put the hazard lights on, informed my Mother of my situation and walked the short 10 minutes home. Joy beyond all comprehension, we're back down to two cars.
The best part is though (sarcasm) is that my Mom and brothers went to take the company van back to work...in Addison. They left 15 minutes before I did, so I am now stranded here at the house and unable to get to work at the time I wanted to be. According to my boss, I don't have to be there until 4 tonight, but I wanted to be there at 9 this morning so I could work on my check-off sheet stuff that I have to have all signed off by tomorrow. I have videos to watch and a test to take that I've already failed twice. There's nothing but fun here with Julie! *sighs miserably* Maybe I'm not supposed to work there. I don't know.
I don't remember if I put this in my last blog, but Lake Dallas Veterinary Clinic called on Monday asking if I wanted to come in for an interview. I called them back to see what they were looking for...it's kennel positions. I tried to find out what they paid and if there was any advancement in training opportunities like there are at Highland, and the lady said that she didn't know, that the woman who usually did the interviews was in the hospital but that she'd be back tomorrow and give me a call. I never got a call yesterday. Ah well. Unless they paid a lot more and I had opportunities to advance like at Highland, I wouldn't want the job. Believe it or not, I like it where I am. God has His plans...I just wish I knew a few of them.
I'd better go before I depress you all. I'm actually in fairly high spirits considering the circumstances. I just really want to be at work right now.
Heh. Sarah's cute.
Tschüss!
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Driving to work this morning, I turn out of my neighborhood and start accelerating as usual. As you all know, my truck is a standard, which means that the faster you go, the higher gear the truck needs to be in in order for it to work properly. I depress the clutch to shift into third gear. It starts to go, then something inside locked up and I couldn't get it to go into third. "I'm going up a hill, I need steam here, I'll shift back into second" I think to myself. I met with the same fate when attempting to shift into second gear. The clutch is broken. I managed to get up the hill and into the parking lot of the small strip center at the end of the road, put the hazard lights on, informed my Mother of my situation and walked the short 10 minutes home. Joy beyond all comprehension, we're back down to two cars.
The best part is though (sarcasm) is that my Mom and brothers went to take the company van back to work...in Addison. They left 15 minutes before I did, so I am now stranded here at the house and unable to get to work at the time I wanted to be. According to my boss, I don't have to be there until 4 tonight, but I wanted to be there at 9 this morning so I could work on my check-off sheet stuff that I have to have all signed off by tomorrow. I have videos to watch and a test to take that I've already failed twice. There's nothing but fun here with Julie! *sighs miserably* Maybe I'm not supposed to work there. I don't know.
I don't remember if I put this in my last blog, but Lake Dallas Veterinary Clinic called on Monday asking if I wanted to come in for an interview. I called them back to see what they were looking for...it's kennel positions. I tried to find out what they paid and if there was any advancement in training opportunities like there are at Highland, and the lady said that she didn't know, that the woman who usually did the interviews was in the hospital but that she'd be back tomorrow and give me a call. I never got a call yesterday. Ah well. Unless they paid a lot more and I had opportunities to advance like at Highland, I wouldn't want the job. Believe it or not, I like it where I am. God has His plans...I just wish I knew a few of them.
I'd better go before I depress you all. I'm actually in fairly high spirits considering the circumstances. I just really want to be at work right now.
Heh. Sarah's cute.
Tschüss!
Tuesday, June 14, 2005
Work Troubles - Plus, Random Questions
I hope I get to keep my job. I have this stupid check-off sheet that I have to have finished in three weeks or I lose my job. I don't know if I'll have the time to finish this one next week, although God is gracious and has helped me out.
My schedule this week is this:
Wednesday - 7:30-18:30
Thursday - 13:00-20:00
Friday - 7:30-18:30
Saturday - 7:30-12:00
So the only time I'd have to work on check-off sheet stuff is throughout my lunch break on Wednesday (I have a three hour lunch break) and before work on Thursday. The catch is, I have to meet with my boss on Thursday with everything checked off. Heh. Anyhoo, my co-worker called this morning and asked me if I was working tomorrow morning. I told her yes, and her response was, "Would you like a day off?" I agreed since that'll give me time to work on my check-off sheet instead of working back in kennels. Woohoo! Thank you God!
Random questions maybe you can help me answer: What is the plural of Moose? If a turtle loses it's shell, is it naked or homeless?
Tschüss!
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I hope I get to keep my job. I have this stupid check-off sheet that I have to have finished in three weeks or I lose my job. I don't know if I'll have the time to finish this one next week, although God is gracious and has helped me out.
My schedule this week is this:
Wednesday - 7:30-18:30
Thursday - 13:00-20:00
Friday - 7:30-18:30
Saturday - 7:30-12:00
So the only time I'd have to work on check-off sheet stuff is throughout my lunch break on Wednesday (I have a three hour lunch break) and before work on Thursday. The catch is, I have to meet with my boss on Thursday with everything checked off. Heh. Anyhoo, my co-worker called this morning and asked me if I was working tomorrow morning. I told her yes, and her response was, "Would you like a day off?" I agreed since that'll give me time to work on my check-off sheet instead of working back in kennels. Woohoo! Thank you God!
Random questions maybe you can help me answer: What is the plural of Moose? If a turtle loses it's shell, is it naked or homeless?
Tschüss!
Monday, June 13, 2005
Amazing Weekend - Plus, The Drive Down
Wow. I have had the most amazing weekend ever. I left my house at 13:30ish, got gas and was on I-35 at 13:40. I arrived in Georgetown (on the outskirts of Austin) just over three hours later at 17:10. I visited with Josh's grandparents, Nana and Paw, until Josh got home from work about an hour later. Wow. He walked in the door and I couldn't breathe. I hadn't seen him in so long (I know, a week-and-a-half, but I'm a wimp), plus he looked gorgeous with a ponytail. Oh, it was so good to see him! That night we had dinner with Nana and Paw, then we played DDR, watched a movie and went to bed.
Saturday, we had breakfast at one of the two restaurants in Sun City (it's a Seniors only golf community like Robson Ranch, for those of you who know what that is) for breakfast, then went on a tour of all the "attractions" at Sun City, a workout center, an indoor pool, an outdoor pool, a crafts center, a Chevron, a dentist, a grocery store, they had everything in there. They're even building a theatre! It's so cute, too. Everyone drives around in a golf cart whether they golf or not. After the tour we went back home, Josh and I got our swimsuits on and headed out for a place called Barton Springs. It's natural springs that have been made into a pool. The kicker is, the water is 68 degrees year-round. Chilly, but fun. This pool is huge, too. You could fit probably four Olympic pools in this one pool. It was massive. Anyhoo, we were there from about 13:30 to 18:30, so about five hours. We went home, watched a movie, then went to bed. I didn't sleep very well that night...had real weird and scary dreams that kept me up.
Sunday morning was church. Heh, that was interesting to say the least. It was an interdenominational church that taught nothing definate. Our toddlers get more meat from lessons on Sundays than anyone in this church ever would. To make matters worse, the preacher didn't know his Bible. Heh. I bit my tongue through most of the service. Needless to say, I'll be sending Pastor Tim's sermon notes with Josh's letters every week. After church we went to the Wild Fire for brunch and boy howdy, it was good! I had felt a little sick in the morning, but I went to church anyway, and it went away by the time we ate. Josh and I had thought about going to see Cinderella Man, but we decided to watch a movie at the house instead, since we'd been out almost all day yesterday. We went to the neighborhood barbeque at 16:00, drove the golf cart around, walked a little bit on a "nature trail" and had some great barbeque. On the nature trail Josh and I saw a doe nibbling off of a bush. On the way into Sun City I saw at least four deer, all female. Three were together, running into the brush on the side of the road and one was standing in the middle of the road looking around. Anyhoo, we left the barbecue a little early because I didn't feel good and I had to put my stuff in the truck and go home. I felt so horrible - I felt like throwing up. I was debating staying the night and driving home the next day, Nana and Josh had said I could do that if I needed to, but I knew Mom would have my hide if I told her that I was sick so I wouldn't be coming home until the next day. I decided to go home even though I felt horrible. Josh went inside to get some water for me and I couldn't help but lean over. Even though I just ate, nothing came out. It was only more dry heaves. Josh got back, we said goodbye, I attempted to start the truck. It would crank, but never start up. I changed the oil, then tried to start it. It started, I said my goodbyes again, and then I left. Josh called me about five minutes later saying I had forgotten a shirt. I went back for it, asked where I could find Diesel fuel, got directions, and said my goodbyes once more. Finally, at five till eight, I left the quaint little house and headed for the gas station. I fueled up and was on my way. I had to text message Josh to keep myself awake and from getting sick. I called him between Corsicana and Dallas because I couldn't keep my eyes open even with the radio on and me looking around and doing things to keep myself awake. I got into Corinth and we hung up so he could get ready for bed. I got home, carried all my stuff into my room, threw it on the floor, got into bed, and as instructed, called Josh back. Ten minutes later I was asleep.
I thought I could go to work this morning, but I got a really bad wave of nausea and had stomach pain that made me double over, so I called in sick. I really tried to be strong and get to work, but I couldn't hold out any longer. That drive took it out of me. I still feel kind-of queasy, I've been able to hold down toast. Sleeping for 12 hours helped, too, I think. I'll be at work tomorrow if I can. I'm not scheduled to work, but I have to get some things done before Thursday or else I can't keep the job. That's why I wanted to be at work this morning. Ah well. If I'm sick, I'm sick, right?
I'd better go rest. Sitting up for so long is making me dizzy.
Tschüss!
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Wow. I have had the most amazing weekend ever. I left my house at 13:30ish, got gas and was on I-35 at 13:40. I arrived in Georgetown (on the outskirts of Austin) just over three hours later at 17:10. I visited with Josh's grandparents, Nana and Paw, until Josh got home from work about an hour later. Wow. He walked in the door and I couldn't breathe. I hadn't seen him in so long (I know, a week-and-a-half, but I'm a wimp), plus he looked gorgeous with a ponytail. Oh, it was so good to see him! That night we had dinner with Nana and Paw, then we played DDR, watched a movie and went to bed.
Saturday, we had breakfast at one of the two restaurants in Sun City (it's a Seniors only golf community like Robson Ranch, for those of you who know what that is) for breakfast, then went on a tour of all the "attractions" at Sun City, a workout center, an indoor pool, an outdoor pool, a crafts center, a Chevron, a dentist, a grocery store, they had everything in there. They're even building a theatre! It's so cute, too. Everyone drives around in a golf cart whether they golf or not. After the tour we went back home, Josh and I got our swimsuits on and headed out for a place called Barton Springs. It's natural springs that have been made into a pool. The kicker is, the water is 68 degrees year-round. Chilly, but fun. This pool is huge, too. You could fit probably four Olympic pools in this one pool. It was massive. Anyhoo, we were there from about 13:30 to 18:30, so about five hours. We went home, watched a movie, then went to bed. I didn't sleep very well that night...had real weird and scary dreams that kept me up.
Sunday morning was church. Heh, that was interesting to say the least. It was an interdenominational church that taught nothing definate. Our toddlers get more meat from lessons on Sundays than anyone in this church ever would. To make matters worse, the preacher didn't know his Bible. Heh. I bit my tongue through most of the service. Needless to say, I'll be sending Pastor Tim's sermon notes with Josh's letters every week. After church we went to the Wild Fire for brunch and boy howdy, it was good! I had felt a little sick in the morning, but I went to church anyway, and it went away by the time we ate. Josh and I had thought about going to see Cinderella Man, but we decided to watch a movie at the house instead, since we'd been out almost all day yesterday. We went to the neighborhood barbeque at 16:00, drove the golf cart around, walked a little bit on a "nature trail" and had some great barbeque. On the nature trail Josh and I saw a doe nibbling off of a bush. On the way into Sun City I saw at least four deer, all female. Three were together, running into the brush on the side of the road and one was standing in the middle of the road looking around. Anyhoo, we left the barbecue a little early because I didn't feel good and I had to put my stuff in the truck and go home. I felt so horrible - I felt like throwing up. I was debating staying the night and driving home the next day, Nana and Josh had said I could do that if I needed to, but I knew Mom would have my hide if I told her that I was sick so I wouldn't be coming home until the next day. I decided to go home even though I felt horrible. Josh went inside to get some water for me and I couldn't help but lean over. Even though I just ate, nothing came out. It was only more dry heaves. Josh got back, we said goodbye, I attempted to start the truck. It would crank, but never start up. I changed the oil, then tried to start it. It started, I said my goodbyes again, and then I left. Josh called me about five minutes later saying I had forgotten a shirt. I went back for it, asked where I could find Diesel fuel, got directions, and said my goodbyes once more. Finally, at five till eight, I left the quaint little house and headed for the gas station. I fueled up and was on my way. I had to text message Josh to keep myself awake and from getting sick. I called him between Corsicana and Dallas because I couldn't keep my eyes open even with the radio on and me looking around and doing things to keep myself awake. I got into Corinth and we hung up so he could get ready for bed. I got home, carried all my stuff into my room, threw it on the floor, got into bed, and as instructed, called Josh back. Ten minutes later I was asleep.
I thought I could go to work this morning, but I got a really bad wave of nausea and had stomach pain that made me double over, so I called in sick. I really tried to be strong and get to work, but I couldn't hold out any longer. That drive took it out of me. I still feel kind-of queasy, I've been able to hold down toast. Sleeping for 12 hours helped, too, I think. I'll be at work tomorrow if I can. I'm not scheduled to work, but I have to get some things done before Thursday or else I can't keep the job. That's why I wanted to be at work this morning. Ah well. If I'm sick, I'm sick, right?
I'd better go rest. Sitting up for so long is making me dizzy.
Tschüss!
