Good Morning Nicor!! Thanks For Scaring The SH** Out Of Me!!

February 13, 2012 at 1:34 pm (Day to Day, Employed Posts!, Unusual) (, , , , , )

Holy Hell! Dreaming dreaming dreaming. The last few nights it’s always about giving medications. Trying to get everyone done before I have to go home. Although technically, I was having this particular dream at 10 am this morning. But now I hear, what sounds like a tree branch falling on the roof and rolling down. And then I hear it again and realize I am NOT dreaming and something is happening outside. So I jump out of bed and start running around the house looking out the windows to see if trees are falling. Nothing. Calm. Looks nice out. But I still hear what now sounds like someone bumping against the house on the bricks. I dash back to the front, see the Nicor truck on the street, run to my bedroom window and see the Nicor guy hunched down in front of my meter doing something that I can’t see from my angle. So I get my coat on, put some shoes on and run out to the side of the house. I say, “Uh hello?? What are you doing??” He says, “Oh sorry. I’m just painting your pipes. I should have knocked but I don’t like to wake people up if they’re sleeping.”

Thinking: Oh yes, good call. I’d hate to be woken up with a knock on the door. Jumping out of bed terrified that the roof is caving in is much better. Then: Really? On February 13? Just my house? Seems kind of random. And I’m looking around like it’s a joke. So I said, “Oh ok thank God. I thought a tree was falling on the house or you were turning it off or something.” Then he looks at the tree. He says, “That tree??” It’s the tree that already fell. The one that we cut to basically just a trunk. Obviously it really can’t “fall” but still, I don’t know. I was dead asleep. So I say, “Well, it had fallen over the summer and blah blah so you are just painting the pipe??”

“Yep. Sorry ’bout that.” Ok. Well thanks. And I went into the house. Then I took his picture so you could see what I saw and then I poured myself a big cup of coffee and decided I am up for the day. And here’s your post. Not the one I originally planned for either. I had a beautiful picture of the fabulous sunrise I captured this morning. But I guess it can wait until later. I have to go get in the shower. I have work now for about, oh, the next week in a row. I know that’s what lots of people do, but I’m still feeling green about the whole thing. See you after midnight. Later.

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Tuesday. First test…Wish me luck…

June 9, 2009 at 12:41 pm (Day to Day, School News) (, , , , , , , , , , , , , , , , )

Nervous. First test of the first class. Requires 4 alarms and a wake-up call. Well, not the call, but I did have 4 alarms. I know that seems crazy, but this is my new normal. I need to do well. But first I need to get there!

So I was very ready to go. Got there early. Had my pencils. And erasers. I was sure I knew the material. But the first test is, really, the first test. How will the questions be? Tricky? Easy? Complicated? Way too vague? Way too detailed? Words galore? Or to the point? Blah blah blah…It’s always the bar…

By the time you are reading this, of course, I will be done.

I did take the test, and unofficially, got  2 wrong. For the amount of questions on the test, that’s not too bad. Still fits into the grade I am aiming for. Official results are to be posted later through the school website.(I’m keeping it vague on my part because I don’t want to give away any info that shouldn’t be given away. But I want to share the experience and have a place to think out loud and work it over in my head, privately, but publicly (?), I might be a little neurotic…my family will thank you after I go over it 20 times with them and they just can’t take anymore!)

Anyway, I’m glad for the summer class and the chance to get an idea of the work that will be required. It’s a lot. I only hope I can finish, and then finish respectably.

Hug a nurse. They gave a lot to get what they got. They deserve it.

And now, I’d like to say I can relax and read a trash magazine and just chill until tomorrow when I start reading school stuff again, but I can’t. I stupidly booked a dentist appointment for myself (and my son–needs it for school registration), and, I am sorry all you dentists/hygienists out there, but I HATE going to the dentist! I know it’s irrational. I know it’s just a cleaning. But I dread it. I don’t like the teeth poking, the x-rays, the gritty toothpaste, the suction thingy, etc…I have always been afraid, and I can’t seem to shake the fear no matter how old I get.

A little story to illustrate: After years and years of recommendations, I finally got my wisdom teeth out. You would have thought I was having major surgery to remove organs and limbs and rebuild muscles and bones. I talked it to death with anyone who would listen and I made my mommy come with me for every appointment. Pre-, day of, after, check-up, re-check-up, cleaning, packing…whatever. It was last July and I thought I was going to die. Literally. I even made a will. Official and everything. Witnessed, Notarized and Kissed by a Lawyer! I wish I could say that I was cool about the whole dentist thing, but embarrassingly and humiliatingly, I cannot. (In my defense, my very small defense, I DID get an infection/dry socket or whatever they call it—I chose to block the complete experience out–nearly 100% gone now–and it hurt like hell. And I had 2 kids, TWO kids, WITHOUT pain medicine. I took the Vicodan and it didn’t help. The medicine on a cotton blob stuffed in the empty hole; that kind of helped. I get food stuck in there, AND I still have a small hole. It’s really annoying now for brushing and I didn’t know it takes SO long to finally cover over, if ever. But I digress. I’ll stop because I could type for 10 more paragraphs and no one wants to read it and most people have had it done and aren’t such babies and don’t really care. I get carried away. My apologies.)

Luckily though! My kids DO NOT share my fears! They like to go and always feel better after! Thank goodness! They have good, strong teeth and good personalities to go with them. They think I am silly and just don’t get the whole terror thing. And my daughter had 4 cavities filled at one point, AND  fell on her face, chipping her front teeth, TWICE!, already. So she knows the evil that can occur! (FYI–Her teeth are totally fine now, with no long-term or lasting effects—she was VERY lucky.)

At any rate that’s the rest of the day. I can only hope to find some loose change on the ground and then drive straight to a Starbuck’s right after. It’s my own little reward system for being a brave, little soldier. Sad. I know.

I need a picture to make me feel better.

Rubber Band Ball!!

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