Killer Whale

Wait...didn't I already have a post with the same title. Yes, yes I did. You know why?! Because I'm a weirdo who dreams about being attacked by killer whales. Come on now! This is getting ridiculous! What's with all the freaking killer whale dreams?

So when I was home last weekend, I had a dream that I was at the beach with Mom and Hailey. There was a shallow part of the water that extended out a couple feet then suddenly dropped off to this super deep part. Well, Hailey and Mom were out hanging onto the ledge of the deep part. I was in with them, but decided that since there was no lifeguard, I should get out and watch for sharks. I vividly remember saying "I'm gonna go be the lifeguard." I hoisted myself out of the water. Just as I turned to scan the beach, I saw a huge shark fin right behind Hailey. I screamed for them to get out, but they didn't listen. All of a sudden I realized it was a killer whale. It swallowed a little boy whole then turned toward Mom and Hailey. I ran to the ledge they were on and grabbed Mom's arm. She grabbed onto Hailey and I pulled them both out of the water with only one arm! I didn't get them out in time though. The killer whale jumped up onto the beach and bit Hailey's toe off. I screamed "NO!!!" (probably for real out loud) and jumped between Hailey and the killer whale. It bit my entire foot off before I escaped. I wasn't worried about myself. I ran (I'm not sure how) over to Hailey and yelled to my Dad (who had suddenly appeared) that Hailey's toe was a couple feet away down the beach. He grabbed it and someone sewed it back on. They also found my foot and sewed it back on. I could see these huge black stitches all around my ankle and Hailey's toe. I kept telling her over and over again that she was still perfect. Then I woke up.

So guys, tell me what in the heck this dream means! Why am I dreaming about killer whales? This is absolutely NUTS! It's not like I've been thinking about them or anything and these two dreams were MONTHS apart. Am I really that crazy?

How could a little blog mean so much?

I just realized how much this stupid blog means to me. Obviously it's a great way to stay in touch with two of my favorite people in the world. It gives us a chance to keep each other updated on what's going on in our lives when we're not able to tell each other in person or on the phone. It gives me a chance to tell them how I'm feeling without worrying about sounding corny, like now for example. Yeah, it means a lot to me to be able to read their blogs and leave comments. It also means a lot to read the comments they leave for me. But I think the thing that means the most to me about this blog is probably the thing that most people would consider insignificant or even annoying. That annoying traffic feed that shows the world that I check my blog about 50 times a day...that's what means the most to me. You see, not only does it say Richmond, KY up to 20 times a day, but it also says Fairfield, OH and Louisville, KY just as much. It means so much to me that the girls check so often to see if any of us have blogged. To me, it shows how much they care. Yeah, I know a lot of it is habit. I have my set list of websites I check multiple times a day...email accounts, weather, blogs... but it still makes me feel good to see that they've visited my blog. It especially makes me feel good when I know that Katie has read (or at least skimmed) my posts because she usually has to hear the whole boring story over the phone before I even post it on here.

I think what made me realize how much that stupid traffic feed means to me is the fact that Megan is home for spring break this week and hasn't read our blogs. There has been no Louisville, KY in my traffic feed. There has been no comment aside from my own on the TWO blogs Katie has posted recently. Two blogs in that short amount of time is a lot for Katie!!! It makes me happy that she's posted so much. When Megan sees it, she'll be proud. Keep the posts coming Katie!!! Anyway, I would feel the same way if I didn't see Fairfield, OH on my traffic feed too. It's just a good feeling to know that they care. So girls, I'm not taking down that feed. I don't care if it shows the world that I visit my own blog 50 times a day. Just keep coming so I know you're there!

Put a little grease on me and call me Bob the Mechanic...

...cuz I just fixed my car all by myself!


For those of you who don't know (by this, I mean Megan) I had a really crappy week this week. A bunch of little things just started adding up and I was on the verge of a breakdown. One of my biggest issues this week has been my car. You've already (probably) read about my experience at the gas station on Sunday. Well, on Wednesday, I went out to my car to drive to class and discovered that my rear-view mirror had fallen off and was just dangling there. Also on Wednesday, an old man stopped me to tell me that one of my brake lights was out. Well, I had already told my dad about the brake light over Christmas break but it didn't get fixed. Then on Thursday, the "service engine soon" light came on.

So, after realizing that I was heading for a breakdown, not just over my car but life in general, I decided that I need to turn this car around (figuratively speaking). I need to get my life heading in the right direction. Sooooo I've decided to make a few changes so I can get out of this funk I'm in. The first step was to fix my car. So, I headed off to Wal-Mart in search of super glue. I felt a little out of place (ok, maybe A LOT out of place) in the car section at Wal-Mart, but I was finally able to locate a rear-view mirror repair kit. I bought that bad boy for 97 cents (along with some summer melon car air freshener) and headed home to start my repairs. I followed the directions carefully, making sure to put the mirror back on in the right place because the label said that nothing can get it off once it's on. Well, somehow my arm slipped, the mirror moved, and I didn't get it moved back in time. The glue dried while the mirror was still in my hand. So I went back and bought another one (this time for $2.97...not sure why the price jumped that much for the exact same product) and tried again. I haven't looked yet to see if it's still stuck on there, but I think I fixed it!!!! Next on the list is to see if I can replace the brake light myself. I've been told that with Aleros it's really hard to do yourself because you have to go in through the trunk, so I may end up having to take it somewhere. But anyway, I was really proud of myself for fixing the mirror by myself. I know it's not a huge deal, but it's a step in the right direction for me.

Now on to the bigger changes! I can't wait to get my life going the way I want it to. Stay tuned for more updates on the newer (ok maybe not newer), better me.

I met the guy of my dreams at a gas station...

...and I don't even know his name. Here's the story:


I have a terrible cold. My nose is stuffy, I sound like a man, and my face is all red and splotchy. I have constant sniffles. I haven't showered. I'm wearing jeans and an old t-shirt with a hat covering my unbrushed hair. Basically, I look like crap.

I messed around all day, trying to delay going back to Richmond. Finally, I decided I needed to leave before dark, so I loaded up all my junk and headed out. I stopped at a gas station to put air in my tires, one of which was almost flat. Next, was my most important stop. I drove through McDonald's to get a large diet Coke. I also stopped at the ATM which refused to give me any money. Then I headed out of town.

Well, about 15 minutes from Paris (which is about 45 minutes from Richmond), I realized that I hadn't stopped for gas before leaving. Now, I figured I had enough gas to get me home, but I wanted to stop just in case. So I stopped at Thornton's in Paris, my favorite gas station because the gas there is always cheaper. I tied a jacket around my waist because I was having crack issues, and filled her up. After screwing the gas cap back on, happy that I had filled up for only $13, I got back in, ready to get home. I turned the key...hmm...I don't think it started. I turned it again...no, definitely didn't start. It was turning over, but wouldn't start. I freaked. So what did I do? I called my Mom. She kept asking me if it sounded like something was wrong with the battery. Well, I know nothing about cars. I kept telling her that I had no idea what it would sound like if something was wrong with the battery. She said she would call AAA then call me right back. As I was waiting, I went inside to tell the cashier that I couldn't move my car but someone was on their way to help me. Then I came back outside and tried to pop the hood. I couldn't get it open. For some reason I couldn't find the hatch under the hood that you have to pull to open it. I kept trying to start the car. I was SURROUNDED by men in big trucks. They all saw that my car wouldn't start. But did they help me? NO. As I was desperately trying to start my car, this incredibly cute guy about my age walked over and asked, "Does your hood not shut?" Well at this point it was sticking up a little from where I had tried to open it. "Yeah, it shuts, but I'm trying to open it. I can't get it to open," was my response. "Want me to get it?" "Sure! That would be great!" "There ya go. It's a little tricky." Ok, at this point, this guy is my hero. It gets even better. At that point my Dad called. The guy, still standing there, says, "Do you know what you're doing?" To which I replied, "I have no clue!" I was sort of ignoring my dad because I wanted to talk to the guy. He was still standing there. Right then, AAA called. They told me to go check to make sure the gas cap was on tight. I had already done that once, but to humor her, I checked it again. She told me to go try to start my car again. IT WORKED! The guy was still standing there and asked me if I wanted him to close the hood. I told him that would be great and thanked him profusely.

As I drove off, I kept thinking I should have asked him what his name was. Then I could have facebook stalked him. This guy really amazed me because here I was surrounded by grown men, obviously in distress, and the only one that would help me was a guy that was my age. Did I mention that he was really cute? Not like "pretty boy" cute, but cute in a good way. Anyway, I thought about this guy the whole way back to Richmond. I debated on going back to ask him his name and thank him again lol. But I figured he'd think I was dumb. Besides, he probably wouldn't have been there anymore anyway.

So yeah, there's my story. From now on, any guy I date has to meet these two criteria:

1) He has to know something about cars (and not just the number for AAA) because I know nothing about them.

2) He has to be the kind of guy that will offer to help a girl whose car won't start at a gas station.

Now don't get me wrong, he doesn't have to pick up hitch-hikers or stop for people on the side of the road. And yes, I will start asking guys these questions before I even start dating them.

Ok, that's all for now.

Shopping and Bowling and Webkinz....Oh My!

Here it is...our tentative weekend plans! About time, right? Well, last week, Katie mentioned that she either wanted to go bowling or go to movie tavern. My response was, "Why can't we do both?" Soooo....here's my proposal for our weekend itinerary.

Friday:

AM: Go to EDF speech and hearing screenings (hopefully won't last long)

PM: Get some lunch, hang out at the apartment (Wii Fit, etc...), maybe to to the Peddlers Mall (because I KNOW Katie won't want to go), get an EKU hoodie, pick up some snacks if we need them (I have a few things at the apartment and I picked up a case of pop), shop a little around Richmond if we want/if we need to fill time. Basically just do whatever we feel like until Katie gets here.

After 6ish: Katie will arrive sometime around 6 or 6:30 I think. At this point, we can hang out a bit and get ready to go bowling. I have been craving QDoba for weeks, so at some point this weekend I'd like to eat there if that's ok. Anyway, I figured we can either eat dinner out somewhere before we go bowling, or we could get a pizza or something while we're bowling. Tamila will be joining us for our bowling adventure. After bowling, I thought we could get some ice cream or some type of dessert, pay a visit to the Red Box, and come back and watch movies. Maybe another spa night?

Saturday:

AM: Wake up, shower, get ready. If we're up early enough, I can cook breakfast.

Late AM, Early PM: Shop around Richmond (If we want), head to Lexington, go shopping (Katie needs something there but can't remember what it is), dinner and a movie at movie tavern. Return to Richmond and do whatever we feel like doing. In Lexington, we can buy Webkinz (since Megan NEEDS the lamb).


Sunday:

AM-whenever: Get breakfast/lunch. I don't know when you all plan on leaving so we'll just have to see what we feel like doing and what we have time to do. I'm not kicking you out so stay as late as you want!!!



So there's my suggestion. If you don't want to do any of those things, let me know. It's so weird for me to come up with the game plan. Also, if there's something you really want to do, we can totally do it. Obviously this plan isn't set in stone. I just thought it would be good to have some ideas so we don't just sit around bored. I think it's supposed to rain a little over the weekend, so that leaves out any outdoorsy stuff. Leave me some comments and let me know what you think or if there's anything you want to add or take off.

LESS THAN 48 HOURS UNTIL MEGAN GETS HERE!!! A LITTLE MORE THAN 48 UNTIL KATIE GETS HERE!!!!!! I CAN'T WAIT!!!!

Wow

I'm in shock. I just want to share with you all how productive I've been this week. Those of you who know me well, know that I'm the Queen of Procrastination. This week has been a huge exception. It all started on Wednesday. I was one of 10/16 girls that showed up for class Wednesday morning. I got a prize just for showing up (therapy materials). After class, I skipped my thesis meeting because I was feeling a little blah. I went home and took a FOREVER long nap. When I woke up I was super groggy so I decided to go to Wal-Mart and buy some juice and some ink for my printer.

I got to school an hour and a half early so I sat in the classroom by myself. It was at this point that I got a sudden burst of energy. So what did I do with that energy? I blogged. For some reason, blogging sparked this wave of productiveness. Thank God for blogs. That night during class, I had my computer out to take notes. The class was super boring and I didn't really need to take many notes, so I decided to make the most out of my time. I finished 3 SOAP notes (clinic notes) and corrected 2 others. By the time I finished, class was almost over. That was the end of my productiveness for the night.

Thursday, I got up, went to school, had clinic, then went to class. After class, I had another bought of laziness. I sat around watching TV. Once again, I left for class early. When I got there, I sat in the classroom alone and watched my therapy video. Again, while taking notes in class, I decided to make the most of my time. This time was a little harder because I actually had notes to take. I finished my SOAP for the day before class was over. Before 10:00 on Thursday night, I had emailed all of my notes to my supervisors, sent an email to my client, and typed and emailed my lesson plans for next week. None of it was really due until noon on Friday and it usually doesn't get done until after noon on Friday.

Friday was a super productive day as well. Alison and I decided that we needed to clean our rooms. I made my infamous cleaning to-do list and got to work. I cleaned out my closet, organized my bookshelves, and cleaned off my desk. I got bored. So what did I do? I took quizzes. No, not the little quizzes that you take for fun online. I took real school quizzes. Two of them. Crazy, huh? Well I got tired of taking quizzes, and I really really really wanted ice cream, so I made Alison drive me to Dairy Queen. After eating my ice cream, I ended up going to bed. It was only 10:00.

Yesterday wasn't productive at all. But TODAY.....

For some reason I woke up at 10:00. Yes, 10. On a Sunday. I was wide awake with tons and tons of energy. I figured I would watch some TV, do my everyday internet things (check email, Webkinz, facebook, see if anyone blogged...) I started watching a movie and somehow found myself sending an email that I was supposed to send weeks ago. Another movie started...and I found myself doing a report that's due tomorrow. Here's the scary thing. I finished that report and emailed it before any of the other 3 girls finished theirs. That really freaked me out. So now I'm cleaning my room....well, technically I'm blogging. But I was really freaked out by the fact that I'm not being lazy and I'm not FORCING myself to get things done. I'm just doing them without even thinking about it.

Yeah, so back to cleaning. I'm really sorry for boring you with this. I just needed to tell someone.