Fun in February

I hate February!!! It is seriously the worst time of year. The weather is horrible, the Holidays are over so there aren't fun things to look forward to, the Holidays are over so I am fat, and the weather is horrible. Last week it was my birthday. Again, I hate February so much that I have been advocating to celebrate my birthday on my unbirthday which is Aug 8 (I was a huge fan of Alice in Wonderland when I was a kid, hence the unbirthday). It has taken a lot of years but people are starting to come around with my unbirthday idea. Anyway, back to my real birthday. Travis is such a cute husband. He surprised me with a new dresser for our room. You may think, big deal a new dresser. Well let me tell you the story of my old dresser. It pretty much was a piece of wood, actually it wasn't even made out of wood, it was particle board. I have had it since I was 12. It was white with flowers all over. When I got married, I decided to paint it a different color so I wouldn't feel like a 12 year old and so Travis wouldn't feel like he was a pedophile. My mom and I had the most brilliant idea to repaint it an old antique color, then beat it up so it looked like it had aged. Camille did this with her dresser and it was awesome looking. Again, the dresser was not made out of real wood, so it sure didn't take on the cute antique look as Camille's did. It actually looked sort of like a space ship. And to be honest, my mom must have had some real rage going on inside of her because she beat the crap out of it. Now after a year and a half of being married, the drawers started breaking. The bottom two drawers actually didn't have a back to them anymore so I put clothes that I didn't wear to often in those drawers, pretty sad. When Travis surprised me with a new one I was delighted. He also planted little presents in each drawer. Later that night he surprised me with a homemade birthday cake with 25 candles on it. He brought it out when we were with our friends. I call him "the sneak" because he had a really "busy" week staying late studying at school but really he was out shopping, assembling and baking. Come to think of it, it would be really easy for him to have a girlfriend on the side by using the "I have to study late tonight" card. Hmmmmmm....
Oh and something else about birthdays. I love how random people call and text you on your birthday. I felt way loved that day so thanks to everyone!


I also wanted to add a picture of our Valentine's day. He is a full time student so we are really poor so we just ordered a heart shaped pizza from Papa John's and stayed in wearing our sexy pj's. It was $20 bucks and barely fed us, but the idea behind it was genius. Hope everyone had a good V-day!

Work It Part II

I don't know what it is but I have had another crazy work experience. I don't think this story is as traumatic as the first one, but I had to share (sorry if you have already heard it.)
Another duty I have at work is that I get to draw blood on patients. I LOVE this part of my job. Ask my college roommates, they think I am so weird, but sometimes I would make Denae (who worked in a hospital and also we took a medical assisting course together in high school) steal a couple of needles for me. No, not to shoot up with, but to practice sticking each other. Don't knock it till you try it, there is some sort of weird adrenaline rush with being able to do this. Anyway...
So on my schedule is a new patient who hadn't started doing our program yet (hence being very overweight and on the old side... no offense if you are either one of these conditions). She needs to have lab done but before this I talk to her more about the program and she seems like a decently nice person. I take her into the lab and take a look at her veins. She has no visible or feelable veins in her arms, so I look at the hand. Oh... she has the old lady roly-poly huge hand veins. These kind of veins can either be your best friend or your worst nightmare. For me, they were my worst nightmare. I stick the needle in her hand and as soon as I did, her vein rolled over to Texas, there was no way I was digging that far to try to find it. I apologized and explained what happened. She wasn't too amused, but she said, just do my other hand, she was still pretty lucid at this point but starting to breath in a deep way. I try the other hand and the same exact thing happened. I have to make a small disclaimer that no matter how good you are at sticking, sometimes you just can't get it, and with her I just couldn't. I have a policy with my patients, it is two and out, if I ever miss more than twice I will not try again, and will get someone else to do it.
Back to the story... so she sees that I can't get the vein. At this point I again apologize and start to say that I will grab someone else to do it. Before I can utter these words out, she starts breathing were-wolf heavy. She says to me, "is there someone competent here that can get my blood?" Ouch. I already feel dumb that I have missed now you are going below the belt. I wanted to say "sorry that you have fat old lady gross veins", but instead I try to calm her down. I ask her if I can get her some water and if she is ok, etc. She ignores me then starts with the weird heavy breathing again and tears are coming and she says "you are pathetic, my primary care always gets me on the first stick" mind you that this isn't in a mild tone, she is yelling at this time. I seriously wanted to grab a needle and stab it through her hand at this point but instead I left the room to grab Dwight for some help. He, along with the whole office could hear what was going on. He had already started to make his way in to save the day. I caught him in the hall and told him what had happened and that she is freaking out! Then from the end of the hall we hear this non-human cry shouting "$*%-Damn her... my hands!" ... Whoa! Okay, I will be honest, yes it hurts to get poked by a needle, but from the way she was acting, I couldn't tell if I missed her vein or if I killed her only son. She was crazy!!!
I decided not to show myself at the crime scene. I let Dwight take care of it. I did hear from him that she is never going to let me touch her again. I'm ok with that. Infact I don't really want to ever see her again.
This experience hasn't scarred my love of drawing blood, infact I had another "stick" I had to do about an hour later and was successful. I just think it is so weird how some people react and treat others. This incident has actually made me want to be a better person. I will never ever treat a human being the way she did, no matter what... ... I guess unless they have killed my only son that is.

Everything you are dying to know...

I got tagged by Tara and thought what the hay, so here it goes
ALL ABOUT HIM...


What’s his name? Travis Brandon Charles

How long have you been together? Um... ... I don't know where you start counting. We've been kissing for 3 1/2 years, but probably have been "official" for 3 years. (we did things in reverse... he he).

How long did you date? Again, where do you start counting these things? We were really good friends for probably a year, then really good friends went to friends with a little bit of benefits (cause why not?) then it evolved to marriage. It is a beautiful love story. I'd say we were seriously dating for about 9 months before we got hitched.

How old is he? the big 3-0. Old man.

Who eats more? Travis has been known to pack it down. He is learning that his metabolism isn't what it was 5 years ago, so he has asked me to lessen the portion sizes for dinner. I probably eat sweets more frequently though.

Who said I love you first? He did in a different language; I think it was Russian? But then he finally manned up and said it in English.

Who is taller? He is the perfect height for me. I can wear heals and he still is taller but not too tall.

Who is smarter? Wow,not even a comparison. Travis. Sometimes he uses words I have never heard before and I just look at him with a blank look (and its usually when we are arguing which makes me even more mad)!

Who does laundry? I do. I'm too afraid of what he will shrink. I probably enable him.

Who does the dishes? Its probably pretty even. He inherited a good trait from his dad. Thanks Papa John

Who sleeps on the right side of the bed? Lying down, he does.

Who pays the bills? I do. We would be evicted if he did.

Who mows the lawn? You know, we have never owned our own lawn. That is one hoop we haven't jumped through yet (hopefully soon).

Who cooks dinner? I usually do although Travis makes a mean kraft mac n' cheese. I swear he has a secret method of mixing the milk, cheese and butter. It baffles me.

Who drives when you are together? He is insanely sexist in this department and forces me to sit in the passengers seat. He is the least controlling person ever, but with this he is crazy.

Who is more stubborn? Surprisingly, I think he is. He is more passive aggressive with his stubbornness which to me is the worst kind of stubborn.

Who kissed who first? He totally was pervin' on me one night and he made the first move, then he didn't call me for a week. PLAYA!

Who asked out who first? He did (this is where his passive nature comes to play). He found out that I am deathly afraid of spiders so he rented Arachnophobia and invited me over to watch it just the two of us. So I think that was kind of a date. We "kind of dated" a lot.

Who proposed? He did, again, in a different language. This time it was Spanish and it sounded prettier, but again he manned up and resaid it in English. It was cute.

Who has more siblings? He has 3 and I have 2.

Who wears the pants in the family? Pretty much I do if I'm kicking and screaming. But again, the passive side of Travis sometimes drives me into submission. He knows exactly what he is doing.

I tag Lauren, Tater, Anika, Sarah & Jim and Brandi and whoever else!