Jamaica

Let me first start by saying that this was by far the nicest gift anyone has ever given me, lovingly knowing that I had some anxiety about turning thirty.

Turns out you don't think about work, school, or turning thirty when you think that your going to get murdered in the Trenchtown Ghetto of Jamaica.

I have stories....oh sweet Jesus do I have stories.

For now I am drinking my coffee, trying to process what was seen, trying to drop the guilt of not giving those school kids money for their lunch fund. Trying to let that knowledge of a country accepted poverty stay in Jamaica.

Give me a day or so to get the pictures together, because it is true that the countryside is beautiful. The forest is lush and green, and the colors are fantastic. We did have fun, and we did eat a ton of local food that was delicious.

But this coffee is setting well on my tounge right now, so I'll talk later about it.
Very good to be home.

Happy New Year!!

New Years resolution for 2008:

Blog more.

No not really, it should be, but It wasn't on the top of the list of things to work on this year.

Try not to be so crazy.

That's more like it.

And of course maybe try to get to the gym 2 times a week....

Superstaaaa has some great pictures from Christmas. Funny stories and maybe three too many plane rides for my taste. Sitting in a snowstorm for five hours in an airport gets old quick.

Good thing I'm funny. Yea, that's me in a suitcase, two dollars richer. I will however keep that trick in my pocket for any upcoming trips that I might want to sneek away too....



like JAMAICA!!!!! (wild applause from the crowd in round)

Thats right, I leave tomorrow for my birthday celebration week in Jamaica. If I'm going to turn 30, I am damn sure going to be on a beach getting a tan.....

Plus 10 for the trucker for falling hook line and sinker for 'King girls turn 30 on beaches'......2 out of 3 that is.....

Happy new year everyone.

counting down the days.

The truck drivers birthday was a total hit. We rushed into Denver with all three dogs in tow, checked in, and went to the first surprise present.
It was amazing. If you never plan on doing hallucinogenics in your life, but have always wondered......go see this show.
The second night was Americas favorite Mexican comedian. He was pretty funny, but I didn't get some of the jokes when he switched from English to Spanish.....the Mexican crowd went crazy, so I'm guessing the joke got funnier.

Now we are just counting down the days until we hop on the plane and head south. Hopefully between then and now I will have found the camera chord. Not that we were allowed to take cameras into either of the shows, but the dogs are still cute.

can you believe that it's almost over? I'm officially on my month off break now, and have a semester to go before I get my little bo peep degree.

weird.

There will be a lack of pictures for a bit,
as in: making a Geek squad employee cry = loosing all of your pictures on a hard drive. But don't you get too torn up about it bc the camera is at my side and an exciting month is ahead.

You'll see.....I promise.

It's Alive!!

Well kiddos, my computer crashed....

during finals.....

And I made a Geek Squad employee cry.

I feel bad about that one actually.

After this week of clinicals I have a month holiday vacation where the trucker and I are traveling as much as possible. Unfortunately we will not be in an eighteen wheeler. I'll try and keep you all posted on what is going on as I Christmas shop shop shop the days away.

Holy crap I can't believe you still check this page

Mr. Jakers and I have been taking turns throwing our head in the toilet. The stress of my final and paper/presentation has left me in the 'ulcer bleeding stage' for the last two weeks. Two out of three left, I am polishing off a bottle of pepto and hiking my pants up like a big girl.

I missed you guys too.

There is nothing really to fill you in on, unless you want to know something about the skeletal gene mutation of dwarfism?

Everyone loves a midget.

The truck driver has gone international for a week, which has left me with a pack of dogs. I don't mind, they are pretty funny together....especially when we attempted a photo shoot to send to the trucker so he wouldnt forget what we look like.



Certainly not my best work, but Atlas comes close to outweighing me, and Teva was more interested in a bug then helping me stay upright. The handsome hound of course is always ready to strike a pose.

I of course am crashing a thanksgiving dinner as tradition has it. This years lucky family has no idea that I am showing up with an extra turkey to sneek into the frier and take home with me. After last years fiasco, I think it will be better if I bring my own bird to the dinner to take home at the end of the night.

Paid cat hitman

Good god someone shoot me. No no not really, I can't spare any time off of free work and class. It's a bad thing when I day drift about how I get to sleep in one extra hour because of daylight savings time this weekend though.

But Lucky for you I have a story I've kept in my pocket for a treat that is today. Mom, Amy, Phil. Your probably the only readers I have left so this one is for you.

A few months ago while leaving the truck drivers house, the cat that resides in the shop jumped in through the passenger side window in the driveway. Teva, thinking Christmas had come early, proceeded to chase the cat around the back of the station wagon while I threw it into park.

I open up the back drivers side door and try and herd the cat. No Luck. Teva and I are not working well as a team on this. Knowing if I touch the cat I am destine to go inside and wash up because of kitty allergies, I throw a jacket over the cat. The cat, as I am now half way into the car, is escorted out via the backseat passenger side window. Despite my efforts I sneeze all the way home.

A couple weeks later we realize that no one has seen the cat.

Kitty kitty was the truckers ex's. Who called. To check on the cat.

And the trucker says to her.......

'Ya know no one has seen him in a while. Actually I think Amanda saw him last when he jumped into her car and she threw him out the window.'

Sweet. My head drops to my chest and I shake my head.

Stupid cat is going to get me beet up in the alley.

I somehow managed NOT to pee my pants on the drive home this afternoon.

Something about road trips with my family engraved into my brain NOT to pull over just to pee when there is only thirty miles left to get home.

I swear my eyes were yellow when I went flying past the state patrolman. I actually mouthed the words "I have to PEEEE!' when we made eye contact.

He must have understood and had a father like mine.

It even took what seemed like hours to convince my bladder that it was ok to go, and not a hallucination due to kidney eruption once I got to the house.


In other non'eurethra damaging news, Teva spent the day at the vet having some 'touch up' work done for her birthday. Everyone got a kick out of me having cosmetic work done on my dog for her birthday.....which wasn't really intentional, but did work out quite nice as a gift with a pack of greenies.

Today is my girls birthday. She of course doesnt look at day over seven.

And she is currently outside hunting chipmunks.

I swear I'm not dead mom.

This week is flying by and I keep looking down to make sure that my pants are still on. I have a lot to get done each week and my blogging is going to suffer.

I think Amy should take up my slack and post every other day to calm the masses.

While juggling it all I have the three dogs to watch over while the truck driver is off killing Bambi.....or an antelope. The German Shepard....that I like to call ding dong, is very excited all of the time. Hes never allowed to get on the couch, and now I know why. But he is very suportive of my studdying, and thinks that if he shoves his head as tight as he can behind my back, maybe I wont see him.


The weekend at the spa was amazing. There are only a few pictures, due to my forgetfulness of packing the camera every day, and the lack of anyone letting me bring it into the spa. Which is kind of sad, because I would have loved to have taken a picture of the massage therapist that I sort of got molested by during my treatment. The Swiss love me....even the women.

Ok, but just really quick. I HAVE been meaning to blog, but I've been caught up in life. I'd sit down to long on, but the Internet connection seems slow, and the phone rigs with another crash of a body part. It's been flying by like the view from the basset hounds ears.

School is changing every week now, surgery is over, and so is nuclear medicine, ultrasound is next, and I met a man who was a gigolo in 1934. The truck driver learned to water ski, a baby projectile vomited down my shirt all while I'm buying stock in blank flash cards. I have a paper to write, a test tomorrow, and then a weekend to rejuvenate here.

I promise to take the camera.....I'll keep it out of the spa, but hopefully the fall colors will be out in the mountains.

Until then it's time to get back to the flash cards....but I'll leave you with the 91 year old gigolo joke.

Why are babies so fragile when their born?

Because they're only put together with one screw.

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Just a Teaser

Ok, I'm home, and I have to get to the hospital, but here is a quick snapshot of the girls as they

got off of the plane. If someone was busting a superstar, this shot would have said it all.

Seriously.

I'm nervous. Not about my first exam tomorrow......I'm nervous about the southern girls flying in tomorrow.

Please god dont let us go to jail

He's Alive!!!!!

Whooo HOoooo! Beck McVanagan is ALIVE!!!!

Kicking and Screaming

I started my new semester today.

Surgery.

It was a little wishy washy day for me, but overall.....I think it's going to turn out a rotation that I like.

I'll catch up with you kids sometime by the end of the week.

But I DID survive the first day.

300th Post!!

Blogger informed me when I logged on that I was on my three hundredth post. Whoo hooo drop the balloons kiddos and break out the bubbly.

Too bad I don't have a great story for you. You would think that the three hundredth I would bust out with the good stuff.

Here are some re-cap pictures of my month off.... Tiff and I went to Mt Rushmore, then with the whole American Treasure theme, I went to the derby and cheered for the USA shaggin wagon. Then at the fair the truck driver and I oohed and ahhed over the size of this turkey. On a side note that monster sold at the auction for $1700. Then he bought spider pig, so guess who's going to a hog roast soon....



The Relay for Life in Granby was fun....in a 3am running kind of way. I was freezing my ass off, so I decided to call mom and dad and see if they were up at 5. Turns out they weren't. Keva and I left with a deflated beach ball and a box of donuts, but our team raised 1700.....too bad I didn't have that turkey to raffle off.

Sadly I bought my modules today for class. Yup. Class starts on Monday. I dont want to go back to school. My ulcer is quiet, my skin is good, and I am finally getting some sleep. I foresee myself crying like a five year old as I walk to class on monday.

I break for Pie

Purple Pie Place. South Dakota.

Even with the month off I still don't blog!!

Geez.

Somewhere in my travels have misplaced the camera upload cord. Don't fret my pets, you can go see Tiffany for a good ole fashion photo montage.

As for me, I've been hanging out a lot with a trucker. Guilty. Judge away. Tonight we are going with Amy and Devon to the derby. Umm redneck fun. I'm packing bush lite....

When I sober up in the morning I'll be off to Winter Park to run in the ACS Relay for Life this weekend. Hours and hours of running at night....hummmm. I have to stop agreeing to do things while under the influence of tasty adult beverages.

I'm hoping as I unpack and repack that the camera cord will magically reappear. If not I promise to pick one up in Denver on my way home.

Ah the sunset at Carhenge. The first of America Treasures that the sister and I are seeing this weekend.

I am very disappointed that the 'I got Stoned at Carhenge' shirts were sold out. So I stole a little piece of the car to keep as a reminder.

Off to see the wizard

I'm in Nebraska with the Superstaaa Sister. Tonight we're going to watch the sunset over carhenge. Don't you worry, I brought my sketchbook to capture the magic of it all. Then we're off to go see one of Americas great

national treasures. I was told if I play my cards right I can hop a velvet rope and get a secret shot up someones nose. Oh just you wait. Until then I need to rest and find the allergy medicine.

Super Staaa!