Tuesday, August 30, 2005

Stressed to the max

I feel like my head is going to implode. I have had a migraine for three days now. I think it started when I decided that I have found a townhome I like and that I want to purchase. That means pinching pennies, cashing in side funds, yada yada yada and coming up with a chunk of change to cover earnest money to let the seller know I'm serious, an inspection to make sure I'm not getting screwed, AND an application fee for the actual mortgage from the bank. All on top of hoping no one else has decided this is "the one" and does all of this before me!

Long story short, it is a three story duplex in a four unit association. It was built in 1938 and comes with a lot of character. Hardwood floors, original crown molding, updated kitchen and bathroom with tile. New applicances. Main floor living area, 2nd floor master, bath and guestroom. Third floor half bath and two rooms that I would turn into a office as it is basically a finished attic. Like I said, great character. The boyfriend came with last night to inspect the nuts and bolts of it. He seems to have deemed it acceptable except the "character" doesn't appeal to him. Tough, I liked it. And for me, that is important, I have to like the place I'm going to commit to buying.

Now, mom is still sick. She has been out of the hospital since Saturday. For an update, she developed a methicillin resistant staph aureus pneumonia. for the non-medical, that means a bad ass pneumonia immune to the most commonly used antibiotics. Thus, she is now on IV antibiotics through a PICC line at home. The bonus, the are not the gentlest drugs on your kidneys and her kidneys don't work that great thanks to tumor in her abdomen that keeps clasping the stents they have placed. She saw her oncologist today, plan is to attempt to continue with chemotherapy, her internal medicine doctor checked her labs, he is increasing the number of days on the antibiotic. She is tired, worn out, and confused on what she should do. Mentioned just not wanting to live like this. Not sure the translation on that but....you get the picture.

In two days, my much anticipated new boss starts. I can't wait but it means new hours, uncertainity, stepping outside of my box. Right now, i would like to just stay in my box, turn off the lights, curl up with a box of chocolate and a blanket and hum the theme to the Smurfs to block out the real world.

Now, there is every cliche' in the book. It all happens for a reason, what is meant to be will be, it all works out in the end. All that said, it still is stressful. Cried my way through dinner at Panera with the boyfriend last night, was bitchy as hell and probably bit his head off when I shouldn't have (he's just trying to help) and I have had a massive headache since Sunday that seems to be resisting every 6 hour tylenol, two doses of migraine medicine, and lots of water and caffiene. I'm going to attempt to pack my head in ice with another round of meds at bedtime and see what happens.

In the meantime, I'm destressing in the best way I know how. Cooking two different types of lasagna and brownies in preparation for 10 people coming to my house for my friend Dan's going away party. he said tomorrow night would work so I made it to wally world last night, got the necessaries, and tonight I have prepped. Lasagna's are layered and chilled. Soon the brownies will be baking. Tomorrow when I get home from my Sports Medicine appt to have molds made of my feet for orthodics I will only have to stick the pans in the oven, turn it on, mix the salad, heat the bread and corn, and be done :) Food, wine and friends. that should help.

Sunday, August 28, 2005

These are a few of my favorite things...

I have a serious case of the blahs. With mom being basically put on pallative care, trying to buy a house, and starting with a new surgeon this week, my brain has turned to barely functional. So yesterday afternoon before leaving work I confirmed a breakfast with a good girlfriend and arranged to follow it with a deep tissue massage.

I'm home now from all of that, I have taken a little nap and am contemplating cleaning my house. instead, i'm going to make a list of my favorite things. I haven't done that since starting my blog so I thought I would give it a try. i was trying very hard during my massage to think of them in my head. So, without further ado, here is a list of my 100 favorite things, in no particular order.

  1. Big loud thunderstorms with pouring rain
  2. Flannel sheets and down comforters
  3. My mom's molassess cookies
  4. " " potato salad
  5. " " homemade dinner rolls
  6. Montana sunsets after a big thunderstorm
  7. The sound of Avlanche Gorge, in Glacier National Park
  8. The smell of a thick, green forest in the morning dew
  9. Cheesesticks and movie nights with my best friend Heather
  10. A good microbrewed beer...particularly a Miner's Gold from the Lewis and Clark Brewery or Beltian White from Harvest Moon
  11. Sleeping in on Saturday mornings
  12. A surprise letter in the mailbox from a friend
  13. Grandma's beef barley stew
  14. the smell of a warm apple pie but the taste of a cold piece
  15. Plain old vanilla ice cream
  16. A night on the living room floor lit by candles and the fireplace
  17. Snowflakes
  18. My friend Laura's spaghetti sauce
  19. Hanging out with my uncle's grandson, Toby, who is 11 now
  20. Hiking in the Rockie Mountains
  21. Soft wool sweaters
  22. Silk camisoles
  23. My sherling wool Land's End slippers
  24. A big fluffy robe
  25. Laughing with friends around a home cooked meal
  26. Crunching in thick trails of fall leaves
  27. The excitement of a high school football game on a cold winter night
  28. Denver Broncos Football!
  29. That feeling after a really good workout when initially you just didn't feel like doing it
  30. Curling up on my boyfriend's shoulder and falling to sleep
  31. Watching babies sleep
  32. Long naps
  33. Scary Movie: Silence of the Lambs
  34. Chic Flick: Beaches and Under the Tuscan Sun
  35. Girl Power movie: GI Jane
  36. Classic: the original One Flew Over the Cuckoo Nest
  37. Favorite book: The Alienist by Caleb Carr
  38. Favorite author: Patricia Cornwell
  39. TV Show: CSI (the original)
  40. Peaches and heavy cream
  41. Listening to my cats purr
  42. taking pictures
  43. A good scary movie
  44. The smell of a rose garden
  45. Yellow roses and white tulips
  46. the color orange
  47. lying in the sun
  48. shoveling snow
  49. Sipping hot tea and watching the snow fall
  50. Thanksgiving
  51. Fall colors
  52. The feeling of freshly harvested wheat running through your fingers
  53. Hot chocolate with peppermint schnapps, wrapped up in a blanket
  54. Rain on a tent
  55. The smell of fresh cut alfalfa
  56. Walks on the beach at dusk
  57. Watching movies with a big blanket and pillows all over the floor on a stormy day
  58. Leather bound journals and planners
  59. Big heavy pens and pencils
  60. Giving gifts
  61. Reading
  62. The brisk feeling of a early fall morning on your face
  63. Dark Chocolate
  64. Strawberries and champagne
  65. A warm cozy house
  66. Dress pants from The Limited
  67. Hidden Lake outside of Helena, MT
  68. Long dinners with candlelight and music with a loved one
  69. Any Harry Connick, Jr CD (yes, I have them all...thanks to Os)
  70. Alison Kraus and Union Station
  71. My boys...reggie and romeo
  72. my first dog...Smutter
  73. Making snow forts
  74. The smell of a freshly cleaned house
  75. Thick cotton socks
  76. A good brandy sour
  77. A night out on the dance floor until closing time
  78. Bluegrass music
  79. A good back massage...either giving on OR getting one
  80. Getting a pedicure
  81. My black hills gold ring that has my great grandmother's wedding band diamonds in it
  82. The cross my grandfather gave grandma when he left for world war II
  83. Summer's at gifted camp when I was growing up
  84. That feeling on a plane ride you get as you land at "home"
  85. Smore's...without the chocolate
  86. Flannel pajama pants
  87. Kissing
  88. ...and being kissed, on the neck
  89. Hugs
  90. Holding hands
  91. Getting a thank you for something unexpected
  92. Baby giggles
  93. Pear candles
  94. Drafting floor plans on a drafting board for fun...always to big or elaborate to really build
  95. Suturing (I know, morbid, but I really enjoy it...it appeals to the perfectionist in me)
  96. Making jewelry
  97. the taste of water from a glacier cold mountain stream
  98. My old reading tree in my back yard when I was a kid...it had the perfect nook to sit in
  99. Traveling...to wherever
  100. Robert Frost's poem...The Road Less Traveled

Thursday, August 25, 2005

Half Nekkid...and peeling

This is what remains from this past weekend's boating trip. A one centimeter strip right at my hair line that is peeling. Isn't that just disgusting! I'm sure all my patients thought I had horrible dandruff today. Itches like crazy and if I try to goober if with lotion it just makes my hair all nasty. Oh joy!

On a side note, the house search is down to two. By tuesday next week i should be putting an offer on one of the two. I'll keep everyone updated.

Wednesday, August 24, 2005

As promised

Here's the lyrics to Hicktown...again, set more in the south but could very well have been my hometown of Isabel, SD to a tee.

You like the way that sounds?

Little Jimmy Jackson is jackin' up his Bronco
He's gonna lay a little rubber later on at the truck pull
All the girls are getting pretty sprayin' on the White Rain
Yeah they're gonna get a rowdy tonight down at the football game


We let it rip when we got the money
Let it roll if we got the gas
It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down
In a Hicktown

Well you can see the neighbors butt crack nailing on his shingles
And his woman's smokin' Pall Malls watchin' Laura Ingles
And Granny's getting lit she's headin' out to bingo
Yeah my buddies and me are goin' muddin' down on Blue Hole Road
You know You know

We let it rip when we got the money
Let it roll if we got the gas
It gets wild yeah but that's the way we get down
In a Hicktown

We hear folks in the city party in Martini Bars
And they like to show off in their fancy foreign cars
Out here in the boondocks we buy beer at Amoco
And crank our Kraco speakers with that country radio


We let it rip when we got the money
Let it roll if we got the gas
It gets wild yeah but that?s the way we get down
Oh Oh We let it rip when we got the money
Let it roll if we got the gas
Its buck wild yeah but that?s the way we get down
In a Hicktown
In a Hicktown
It's the way we get down
In a Hicktown

Yeah in a Hicktown
Oh we aint finished yet
We got yer country boys and yer redneck girls
It's the party heard round the world
Right here in Hicktown
Yeah In Hicktown
The whole town's gettin' down

Tuesday, August 23, 2005


Last month when I posted about the red neck white trash I encountered at the Hayfield, MN street dance, my sister gave me a hard time for "making fun" of the place I grew up. As I mentioend, I was not intending to offend anyone. So, below you will find the words to a country song that is set in the south but the emotion it conveys is the same for where I have spent the majority of my life...rural, western america. There is another song called "Hick town" that is also quite appropriate. When I find the lyrics for it, I'll post those too. The below song is set to a driving bluegrass beat with a sweet round at the end with the last verse. Get in your blood music!

"BOONDOCKS" by: Little Big Town

I feel no shame
I'm proud of where I came from
I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know No matter where I go
I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

And I can feel

That muddy water running through my veins
And I can hear that lullaby of a midnight trainIt sings to me and it sounds familiar

I feel no shame
I'm proud of where I came from I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

And I can taste
That honeysuckle and it's still so sweet
When it grows wild
On the banks down at old camp creek
Yeah, and it calls to me like a warm wind blowing

I feel no shame

I'm proud of where I came from I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

It's where I learned about living
It's where I learned about love
It's where I learned about working hard
And having a little was just enoughIt's where I learned about Jesus
And knowing where I stand
You can take it or leave it, this is me
This is who I am
Give me a tin roof
A front porch and a gravel road
And that's home to meIt feels like home to me

I feel no shame

I'm proud of where I came from I was born and raised in the boondocks
One thing I know
No matter where I go I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

I keep my heart and soul in the boondocks

You get a line, I'll get a pole

We'll go fishing in the crawfish hole
Five-card poker on a Saturday night
Church on Sunday morning

2x}You get a line, I'll get a pole

We'll go fishing in the crawfish hole(Down in the boondocks)
Five-card poker on a Saturday night
Church on Sunday morning

Say a little prayer for me

Sunday, August 21, 2005

Mi-crooked letter-crooked letter-i-crooked letter-crooked letter-i-hump back-hump back-i

There I did it...I can still spell Mississippi! Yesterday a group of us spent the day boating on the Mississippi River. We couldn't have asked for a better day. Plenty of sunshine, little wind, lots of water. Here are a few pictures. The best part of the day was all the video, still working on uploading, downloading, and transferring all that amongst the group.

Tim borrowed his Dad's boat and Dave hooked it up to the truck and off we went. Tim was official driver. We dropped in around Wabasha, which is on the MN side of the river after the navigator (Dave) took us briefly into WI. As you can see, once we were in we had a great time.

Gretchen joined us, wrist splint and all. the doctor said no swimming or soaking. She kept it dry and even managed to play volleyball. We found a beach with a group of guys with a net and a "sorta" ball. Figured since it was our volleyball team that went we better made a good showing.

Brian and I, as we were heading out of the docking area, trying to make sure we had significant sunscreen coverage. Today, i have a little rim around my forehead, a triangle behind my arm, and a small stripe on my lowback. Not bad!

This is the crew stopping in the cove for lunch. Left to right, me, Gretchen, Dave, and Brian. Tim was up on the sand dune taking pictures. Today, the guys are moving a bit slow from their skiing/tubing adventures, but all are alive. I'm going to try to figure out how to link the video to you all later.

Thursday, August 18, 2005

Skippin' out

well, since posting my last entry things have calmed down somewhat. I have gone house hunting twice this week and tonight found one that I really liked, it is whispering in my ear right now but the location isn't the greatest. But I'm making progress.

Two loads of jeans/pants are washed and tagged for the garage sale. A pile of hanging shirts and dresses are also tagged and ready for the garage sale. have left a message at my friend's house to set up a drop-off time for tomorrow.

We have a final count on our lake pepin trip, I just need to send out a grocery list.

So, in general, my head isn't spinning nearly as fast as it was on Tuesday but with everything going on I'm bowing out of Half Nekkid Thursday and hopefully will simply be able to find time to look at all of those that have posted. I sort of participated, I posted Osbasso's pic for him :)

Hope you guys all have a great weekend. We head to the lake on Saturday for the day. That should help me relax and get back into my routine. I'll be more interesting then :)

Tuesday, August 16, 2005

I'm home, Mom's sick, and I'm swamped

It's Tuesday night, 10:30 pm, I've been home since yesterday at 5 pm.

Made the return trip in 8.5 hours of driving time for a total of 592 miles one way.

Top gas price paid was $2.70 a gallon in Chamberlain, SD.

Number of killed birds for trip, 3 (and yes, I ducked when each of them hit the windshield).

Time spent running the water in my house once I got home, 2.5 hours as a water main broke while I was gone and left rust colored stuff in all the pipes.

Number of loads of laundry done since getting home, only one just now put in the dryer due to previously mentioned water issue.

At least I also have a load of garage sale clothes started. Speaking of which, I have to go through my "wardrobe", clean, fold and tag a bunch of clothes for Saturday garage sale.

Mom had her first chem two days before I got there, went three days without eating afterwards due to being sick. Man, that was hard. She yelled at me for trying to vacuum for her on Saturday though so I know she was feeling better. Even made her world famous potato salad for us on Sunday. God love that woman. And as of today, blood tests show the poison they are pumping through her in HALF doses hasn't killed her kidneys yet so they can do it again in 2 weeks.

This week I have to meet twice with my realtor, I'm trying to find a house and it's crazy. I am meeting a new nurse here at the clinic that graduated from carroll college. Need to plan for weekend boating trip (spent 1.5 hours on the phone with Tim to discuss the trip).

Need to add Dan's website to my blog list as he is leaving us in 2 weeks to set out on a world tour for at least a year with a backpack, a camera and a laptop! See Moose Kin...need to figure out fuckin' code to make link appear in blog text! Os...what you sent didn't work!

Need to see the boyfriend (had dinner and played mini-golf last night) but we are both up to our eyebrows in work.

Speaking of work, Dr T is on a micromanaging warpath and yesterday redid my entire september calendar and didn't bother telling me about it. Scheduling nightmare! I have to endure a meeting on Friday morning with him with the other PA and NP on the service. NOT looking forward to it. God, give me strength.

Need to sleep. Sleep? Anyone know why we really need to sleep?

So, if I haven't stopped by your blog this week, I'm sorry. If I don't stop by this week, I'm sorry. I'm going to be getting a lot of shit done while attempting to avoid being shit on (left the farm cats alone after Saturday's little adventure thank you!). If I don't get a half nekkid picture up, I'm sorry. I'll try! That's all I can say for this week. Hopefully I'll visit you all before next but if not, happy mid-August!

Saturday, August 13, 2005

I miss my kitties

My kitties are going to think i have permanently abandoned them. After today's little adventure, I definitely miss my kitties. I'm currently hanging out on the farm that I grew up on. As most of you know, my mom hasn't been doing the best and i had the trip planned anway, so I'm here. Got in on Thursday after driving 600 miles. There is a country song that talks about driving home, going 2000 miles with one left turn. i go 500 miles make a right turn and go another 100. Interstate 90 across SD is NOT exciting. not even with all the biker's headed to the final weekend of the world famous Sturgis Bike Rally. Anway...I'm digressing.

Wednesday night and thursday morning the kitties were hovering over the suitcase, understanding that mommy was leaving again. I had only been home for about a week since the little house sitting stent (which I finally got paid for!!). They followed me to the door with each load I took out. Sad. I gave them big hugs and kisses and left. Upon arrival at mom and dad's, I was greeted by the farm kitties. They came mewing at my feet, waiting for food. My sister has a small handful that she has tamed and they hover around the house. Two older one's and one from last spring's litter. The little one is very friendly. The mom, not so much. The third one, depends on her mood. All three are horribly skinny. You can feel all their bones but you should see them eat! Mice, baby rabbits, people food. You name it, they eat tons but you could never tell.

Today, my aunt Brenda came out for lunch. I decided to greet her on the porch. It was around lunch time so the cats were hovering, hoping for the leftovers to be brought out. The mommy was wrapping herself around my ankles so i decided to pick her up. I was playing with her, scratching her head, brenda was coming up the steps. Didn't think anything of it. Looked down and I had "something" on my foot. I had just finished sloppy joes for lunch and thought that is what was on my foot but as I let the cat down to investigate I realized the "something" was all the way down my side and my arm as well.

Damn cat, shit on me! That's right. She pooped all over me. Little fucker! I stood their sceaming, my aunt laughing and no one coming to rescue me. I teetered into the house doing everything I could do keep my lunch down, screaming at my sister to get me clean clothes and trying to get to the shower without spreading the "stuff" all over what was still clean. EWWWW! I gagged for the first 10 minutes in the shower while I scrubbed and scrubbed trying to inhale the sweet scent of my bath gel! Did I mention the cat SHIT on me? Ewww~ man, do I miss the farm life. As I sit and type this, I'm all clean and I'm watching a gaggle of wild turkeys and their babies wander across the yard. Supper anyone?

Wednesday, August 10, 2005

Half Nekkid Thursday

I'm freshly out of the shower, post-volleyball. The little sparklies on the left and right are from my Victoria's secret silk tank with rhinestone "V"'s. I have matching bottoms that are super comfy too. The moose necklace doesn't usually come off unless I'm dressed up and need to wear something "classier". Otherwise, it's always there.

I'm heading to SD to see my mom tomorrow morning so I'm posting a bit early. I'll be there till Monday. Have these weird feelings about going home. Feel a bit anxious, like I don't know if this will be the last time I see here or not. Just don't know "how bad" things really are.

Anyway, so I'm up for HNT, still haven't made it through all of last weeks :( Have a great weekend!

Sunday, August 07, 2005

Sawyer Brown...aging well

Hubba hubba. Last night the girls and I went to the Freeborn County Fair in Southeaster, MN to check out Sawyer Brown for a whooping $8. Mark Miller, the lead singer, along with the rest of the band, have aged amazing well. The band started on Star Search in 1983 and 22 years later they are still going strong. Mark danced and jumped his way through the entire show. So here are a few shots from the night including the girls.

Friday, August 05, 2005

Sexy video

Just a little note...has anyone else seen the new Nickel Creek video for their song "when in rome"? If you check out my previous posts about bluegrass music and how it makes me feel you know that I just melt with good bluegrass music. Their new video is sexy as hell. Pouring rain, lying in the puddle, oh my. Is it hot in here?

Wednesday, August 03, 2005

Half Nekkid Thursday...a bit boring this week

So this housesitting job and my mom being sick this past week have sucked the life from me so I'm using an old picture this week and going to bed early. Her is my headshot from Ben's wedding way back in May. I took the time off work to have my hair done for me and pamper myself...I think it turned out ok. A little red-eye, Dave's ear, but overall not a bad recent picture of me. Happy HNT!