this one's for you

I guess this is how this works, Tina

10 years ago:
I had been married less than a year, and not sure if I liked it yet. I had a 5 month old daughter at home who consumed my entire life, who knew kids would do that to you. I lived in a crappy little apartment. I worked at Kmart full time and hated every second of it, but it paid the bills. At 19 years old with a husband and baby life was depressing, I still didn't know what I wanted to do with my life, but I knew I was stuck.

5 years ago:
By now I had grown accustom to married life and managed to acquire two more children. We had built a home in a small farming community. The job situation hadn't improved much, I worked at a small department store in the small town and doubled as a secretary for some dirt farmers who owned and onion packing shed. Yes, I said an onion packing shed, don't ask if that job stinks. I still didn't know what I wanted to do with my life.

1 year ago:
I had just earned an Associates of Applied Science degree in laboratory sciences. Thanks sis for helping me decide what I wanted to do with my life. I had also recently started working at the hospital in town and, aside from the devastating trauma I had assisted with just a week earlier (this one will forever stand as the single saddest thing I have ever seen), I was really content with my job.

yesterday:
My sunburn started to peel (so sorry you aren't here Tina I know how much you enjoy picking at them). Talk about itch! I also worked all day which meant I had to wear clothes over my peeling, burning, weeping, itching sunburn which only added to the frustration. Then to top it all off I worked with the co-worker who sucks.

5 snacks I enjoy:
green onion cheese ball smeared on club crackers
yoplait whipped yogurt
licorice
vanilla ice-cream
tortilla with melted cheese and homemade salsa

5 songs I know all the words to:
you asked for it, although I know a ton of songs, these are the first to come to mind
"Is There Life Out There", Reba McEntire
"My Sister", Reba McEntire
"Goodbye Earl", Dixie Chicks
"I Will Survive", Donna Summers
"Mama He's Crazy", The Judds
and don't forget all the disney songs and all the childrens songs

5 things I would do with $100 million:
thanks for the offer to pay off all my debts Tina, in light of that I won't worry about paying them off with my $100 million.
I would go on a trip around the world
I would buy a summer house in Alaska and a winter home in Mexico. Heck while I'm at it, a spring home in France and a fall home in Vermont.
I would give my children a hefty inheiritance
I would invest a large portion
I would donate another large portion to the children's hospital here.

5 locations I would like to run away to:
My bathroom without anybody knocking
Europe
Australia
Hawaii
Outer Space

5 habits I have:
yelling at my kids
peeling my sunburn
biting my fingernails
procrastinating everything
spending money on fun things before bills

5 things I like doing:
working at the hospital
sleeping
camping (in my new trailer)
reading (when I have the time)
going for Sunday drives

5 things I would never wear:
bright red lipstick
black underwear/bra with white pants/shirt
Depends undergarments (just kill me if it comes to that)
I'm with you on the miniskirt thing, Tina
clunky shoes to a job interview (thanks for that tip)

5 tv shows I like:
Law and Order
ER
CSI
Trading Spaces (before they screwed it up)
News, any news, morning, noon or night. I'm a busy body, I have to know whats going on.

5 biggest joys of the moment:
My husband (after last weekends harrowing experience I have a newfound confidence in his love for me)
My job
School
My garden (who knew I had a green thumb)
My health

5 favorite toys:
soap making kit
bbq grill
new trailer
computer
bike

I don't comment on or get comments from any other blogs, so I have nobody to tag. So sorry. If you should read this post, You've been tagged. Go do it!

unexpected excitement

So, fun little interjection into my life...

I got to take an ambulance ride to the hospital yesterday morning. It seems I lost conciousness and quit breating for a short time.

You see, I spent Friday at the local public pool and only put sunscreen on at the beginning of my four and a half hour day of fun. When the fun was done I found myself severely sunburnt. I knew I would require special care, so I drank alot of water and used a special burn salve we get locally. I thought I was being a perfect self nurse.

I woke up Saturday morning (the day I was suppose to have my unlimited amount of motivation due to impending deadline of party at my house that evening) and I was seriously ill. After a few moments of nausea I found my way to the bathroom. I sat on the floor between the toilet and tub and moaned in agony. I glanced at the toilet (it hadn't been cleaned yet for the party that night) and decided I didn't want to lay my head down there, eww. So I settled for the edge of the tub, which wasn't much cleaner. I laid my head down, softly said my husband's name, and closed my eyes......this is the last thing I remember.

A few minutes later I awoke to my husband standing over me with the phone in his hand. The next few minutes is a total blur. At some point my husband said I had quit breathing and was crumpled in the corner, he had called for an ambulance which was on it's way to our house. He is an EMT on the local fire/ambulance department and within a short time my little bathroom was filled to capacity with nearly all the EMT's on the department.

After a short ride to the hospital, a liter of fluid, some IV steroids, and some heavy duty pain killers I felt quite a lot better. Evidently I thought my fluid intake had been adequate, but it wasn't. Needless to say, my day of endless motivation was yet again stopped short. The house did get cleaned thanks to my darling husband, and the party went off without a hitch, again thanks to my husband. All the while I sat on the couch still in pain (lessened by the extreme pain killers) and observed the fun.

Lesson to the wise, one application of sunscreen is never adequate!

quick note

Hi all, just a quick note to say hello. I am currently in one of my famous motivated due to impending deadline states. I'm having a (hehe, naughty) party at my house on Saturday and I'm expecting 20 couples or so. All must be clean and bathrooms must be sanitary. I even went so far as to clean the carpets. What a freak, if I didn't know me better I would say I am my obsessive compulsive sister. Anyhow, at least the hubby will be happy with the clean home for a short time until the kids destroy it again.

so I'm not the nicest person, screw you!

neutral my ass! I am obviously more evil than this survey can detect.
I am highly disappointed, Tina!