Sunday, August 23, 2009

He will NEVER be mistaken for a local.

We are headed off to Cancun this week for my sister in law's wedding. EXCITING!!! I've been looking forward to this for months and months and months. John and I had lunch with my father in law today, who is NOT known for his Spanish skills. While asking bathroom directions in Puerto Rico, he said, "Where is the pee-ario?"
While discussing our trip today, he informed us that he would start talking like a local. "I'm going to Cancun. Cancuny, is that how they say it?"
So if you run into a man who looks like a garden gnome and he tells you he went to Cancuny, you have the backstory now.

Thursday, August 20, 2009

First day of school!

I feel like Nemo in "Finding Nemo"... First day of school! First day of school! First day of school! I found out in late August that I was accepted into USC's Masters in Public Health program. YAY! I achieved this goal after months of hard work and I'm very proud of myself. I love that I'll be able to graduate with a degree that allows me to help people every day. Enrolling in school was alot less painless than I thought it would be. I was accepted late and didn't have any of my paperwork submitted when I went to orientation just 2 days ago. Now I'm all registered with the IT department, student health services, parking, bursar's office and of course being an actual student. I'm so excited! The only thing I have left to do is get my student ID. I'll be wearing a Clemson shirt for that picture. :)

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

I win at housewife-ing!

My favorite part of the day is making John's breakfast and lunch. He gets a fresh smoothie for breakfast and I pack his lunch and put a little note on a heart shaped post it in his lunch box every day. Last week at lunch one of John's married co-workers saw the note and said, "You get a note with your lunch? That's very...domesticated." to which John replied, "Yeah. Jealous?" The co-worker said that he was jealous and another one of John's work buddies commented, "You get a smoothie, lunch and a note? My wife is just like, Have a great day!" The additional comic element here comes from the fact that the second co-worker's wife is a professional housewife. Ha ha! I beat the pros!

Oh shoot.

My part-time job as a liquor promoter takes me to a local Army base almost every week. Since my vehicle doesn't have a fancy Army approved decal on it, I have to check in with the MPs. This is a usually painless process of showing them my driver's license, registration and insurance and explaining why I'm coming on base. Leading up to the entrance area, which looks like several toll booths, there are signs warning about prohibited items. I was waiting in line to get checked in and was getting out my registration from my glove compartment and OH CRAP...there's one of John's handguns in my glove compartment. Yikes yikes yikes! All I could think was how NOT fun it would be to have to explain to several MPs why a civilian was taking a concealed weapon that did not belong to them on an Army base. WOW. Fortunately my car wasn't searched so I was in the clear but my lesson was definitely learned. The car is now a 100% gun free zone!

Thursday, August 6, 2009

He was injured. Injured bad.

Sorry there haven't been a ton of new posts. These past 2 weeks have been really busy. One of the things that's been keeping us from settling down is that John got into a car accident 2 weeks ago. I know that God was looking out for John and I.

Remember how I hate T-Mobile with the burning passion of a thousand suns because they can't get signal in our house? John bought a cell phone booster and installed it on Wednesday night. I had just gotten in the shower on Thursday morning when I heard the phone ring. I figured it was John calling to remind me to do something or just asking a general question, so I didn't answer the phone. The phone rang 2 or 3 minutes later and I got out of the shower to answer it. As I heard John say that he was in an accident and wanted me to come be with him, someone started banging on our front door and ringing the doorbell. John's accident happened in our neighborhood and one of our terrific neighbors ran to tell me what just happened. I got to the scene and saw the mangled Celica, John, and an ambulance. Someone had parked a U-Haul with an attached trailer on one of the main streets in our neighborhood instead of on a side street or in their driveway. Since John drives east to work, the morning sun temporarily blinded him and he couldn't see the unusual vehicle. He didn't even hit his brakes. Needless to say, the Celica is gone forever.

I'm glad the ambulance came so quickly, but once John realized that he wasn't critically injured, we turned away the ambulance and a trip to the emergency room and opted to go to the urgent care facility close to our house. John initially wanted to just go to work, but I told him that there was no way I would let that happen. He was bleeding from a large cut on his head and wasn't able to remember certain things, so I asked him to think how I would feel if there was something wrong with him and I didn't make him go to a doctor. Plus, I rationalized, a doctor would be able to at least give him very strong pain medication which he would CERTAINLY need. We went to the urgent care facility where his Mom and sister were waiting. (Most amusing part of the day: we were waiting to get checked in and a nurse comes into the little waiting area and asks, without looking up from her clipboard, "And who are we seeing today?". Hmmm? I wonder?) A CT scan and X ray showed there was no bone damage and no brain swelling or bleeding. John did get 14 stitches at 2 different cuts on his head. It looks like his head hit the steering wheel and then the roll bar.

We are so fortunate. If John wouldn't have installed the cell phone booster, there is literally no way I would have known what was happening until someone came to our door. We settled on the house in Greer less than a week after the accident, so we have enough money to get John a nice used car without having to take out a loan. I moved in with John barely 3 weeks before the accident. If I wouldn't have moved in with him I don't know what would have happened. He may have just gone home, changed clothes and gone to work. It's a scary thought.

All's well that ends well and we now get to have alot of fun picking out a new (for John) car. YAY! I think that's a pretty great silver lining.