Shagin Wagon out

I'm hooooome!!!!

For the last few days Ive been on the road, landing in New Mexico at Navajo Lake with Big red truck and Little Girl. On a side note, traveling in two cars with walkie talkies are freaking hysterical.

We got to the marina at a whopping ten o clock at night and took the boat over to cocaine cove where we camped.

Besides lathering on spf 50 / 4 times a day and still being red, we did what campers do.

Little time on the boat, little whiplash on the tube, little four wheeling, obviously a little drinking when there is a picture of you on a water tower. Luckily there is no picture of anyone passed out next to the campfire.......at least not one that I am ever going to show you that is.

Then at 4:30 this morning the alarms went off in the tent to head out of camp. See Little Girl had to be back in GJ by 10.

But the early bird catches the bear.

Now its time to clean up and get to that Simpsons movie!!!!

A case of mistaken Identity

Here I am. Typing away, thinking.....where do I start with this story?

So we remember the guy from the gas station right?

Well with clinical over and some free time, I agreed to a date.

Why you ask?

Because all signs pointed to me being able to tell you a funny story.

Ya see, this guy was REALLY vague about what he did when we talked on the phone. Pretty much avoided the question at all cost. One day he called from a number that I didn't have programed into my phone....so I called the number back. I got a voicemail message for him.......

At the Beaver Trucking Company.

Yea. Great jokes all week on this one. I hung up without leaving a message and instantly started planning in my head how this date was going to go so I could tell YOU a funny story. Ya know, make up for the lame posts while in internship. Immediately I decided I am going to go out on a date with a truck driver from Beaver trucking. My main goal of the date was to get a tall brim trucker hat that said Beaver Trucking on it.

Even if it meant stealing it from his pickup.

Last night the truck driver picked me up in his jacked up Suburban that I literally needed a boost up to get into. I look around for the hat.

In the monster truck, I mention him being a trucker....because he's never really told me what he did, I needed him to know that I was totally fine with it, and hopefully by the end of the date I'd be comfortable enough to ask for the hat.

He looks over at me with a 'what the hell are you talking about?' look.

'Ya, know, the Beaver trucking company, I heard the message from the number you called me from, I laughed.'

Blank stare.

'Maybe you should be watching the road....'

Wow. Where do I start with all that? OK. I called you from my OFFICE one day, from BEERS TRUCKING, that I OWN, and have a fleet of WATER TRUCKS that are used to cool the drill bits on each machine in the oil fields.

'Oh. So there is no 18 wheeler that you drive huh?'

No.

At this point we were at the restaurant. Being led through the tables full of people I wanted to crawl under a chair and try and take back the 'your a trucker' comment. Out the door and up the stairs to the 'garden rooftop' that over looks the golf course and the national monument.

......where there is only one table made and the rest are pushed to the sides of the wall.

Yea. Totally not a truck driver.

Coming Soon to a town near you.....

Well guys, summer internship is over. One semester left to go. And one month off.

Of course since I Don't have to wake up at 6, I've been waking up at 1, and 4, and 4:47, and then I finally give up and get out of bed around 6.

Without missing a beat, I have a runny nose like someone has hidden a cat in my apartment. I keep asking the pup in between fits of 8 sneezes in a row (personal record)......'Are you hiding a kitten from me somewhere?'

In an attempt to just get some fresh air and cool off, the two of us headed out to Glade Park this morning. It was so much cooler up there, and I just might have come across some secret trails for the future.

Teva and I are impossible to get in one picture. After three attempts, I realized it looked like some peeping tom was taking a picture of me peeing behind a tree. I crack myself up even when there is no one else around to laugh.

You get the picture

I spent two hours in a CPR class last night only to realize half way through, it wasn't the certification that I needed. I immediately jumped up and left....poor quad amputee Annie dummy laying lifeless on the carpet.

It was a good thing I left anyways. Maggie and I had already been in trouble for laughing during class and had to be separated. Seriously. They call these dummies Annie....Who didn't think of the Michael Jackson song 'Annie are you OK, Annie are you OK, are you OK Annie"?

I can't help it if my singing inspired her to do the MJ Smooth Criminal dance and make me laugh so hard I snorted while trying to give rescue breaths.

I am going to be freaking useless in an emergancy situation.

Michael Jackson Smooth Criminal

Rules of remaining friends after a break up

It has come to my attention that some rules must be put in order. Feel free to comment any additions that you may have.......

Rules of remaining friends with you ex: By Miss King

1) Phone calls may only be made to tell a funny story. Exceptions may be made if you had a shitty day and need to hear a funny story, you may call the other person, but only to be cheered up. No one shall be denied a funny story.

2.) Weddings and Deaths must be notified by mail only. Texting does not fall into this category.

3.) Significant others must be asked by the other person. (ex: I must ask...'so how is that dirty whore your seeing?) Then you may bring her up. Only to have the beginning of the answer to start with....'well, she's no you'.....and then you may answer. Under no circumstances do you or I divulge that information without the other asking.

4.) We are to always assume that the other is seeing someone else. (ex: when I tell you I went on a 4 day camping/kayaking trip, you must assume that I was with my new boyfriend that is a much better person then you are)

5.) Your friends and family are my friends. My friends and my family will always dislike you. They may be nice to your face when they see you, but when the breaks on your car are cut, you'll know where their loyalty lies.

6.) Neither one of us will drown in denial about the past again. Conversations about the past will not only be breaking rule #1, but it will make me feel sad, and frankly, no one has a good time when I'm sad.

7.) We both promise not to judge the others life decisions. All laughter about how much of a bad idea that is will be pushed down to the 'church giggle' level until the phone conversation is over.

8.) If at any time we are ever in the same space, you and I will never have any physical contact.

9.) All alcohol consumption must be honestly admitted at the beginning of each conversation.

10.) No one ever gets hung up on. No matter how much of a jackass comment was just made. (ex: referencing the immediate need to go buy more condoms and rum)

11.) Rules may be added at any time, but must be put in writing into the original document, and a copy must be emailed back to the other person so they know the new rule.

12.) Any amendments to above rules must be agreed upon by a 75% majority. In a filibuster situation, decision will be made by the dog, Sativa Maria Cookieface Columbus Pastel La La La Easter King. She will hear the argument without prejudice. Tail wag=pass no tail wag=fail.

Trouble

I'm not going to lie. One of us.....oh hell what am I saying, we're all going to jail.


We'll be like this joke:

A blonde, a brunette, and a redhead are on the run from the law when they find an old barn to hide out in. The police are close on their tails, so when the women find three sacks, they immediately jump into them. About a minute later, a policeman comes into the barn and sees the suspicious-looking sacks. He kicks the first one.


"Meow," says the redhead.


"It must be a cat," thinks the policeman and he kicks the second sack.


"Woof," says the brunette.



"Must be a dog," thinks the policeman and he kicks the third sack.


"Potatoes," says the blonde



yes. I realize that I am the blonde.


Amy, Fran, Molly and I are going to the Snowmass Jazz fest. God help the airline that let the three of them on one flight. Hopefully they recycle those mini bottles. Don't even ask. We are going to be in the bus. I will make SURE the bus is done.
You know thats how 4 southern girls roll.

Just a few pictures from the weekend of the fourth......

I became the poster child for lost tourist hiker...(note: not a good idea to head out on a hike alone in a tank top, shorts, cowboy hat, fly rod, half a muffin, a nalgine bottle and the dog)

Don't worry mom, I had on a helmet when the ride actually started.

Now I guess it's back to the 9-5......sigh.

I miss the cool mountain air when I get home to 102.

Jedi mind trick

Um. So I pulled you over because you were speeding.

'I can not argue that fact'

(he laughs) But I'm not going to give you a ticket.

(then as soon as the words came out of his mouth a look of shock goes across his face. .....I can only conclude that after dating a cop, I now have jedi mind trick over them.)

'Whoa. You cant take that back after you said it, and I heard it!'

Well. Lets take a look at your license, registration and insurance.

'Ok, but you said I wasn't getting a ticket.'

I hand him my pile of paperwork, all the while my dog has pushed her head past the bike and through the side of my seat to get a look at this guy out my window.

3 minutes rolls by....not that I was timing him or anything.....and another cop car , lights flashing pulls in behind him.

Oh dear god. I am about to wet my pants. Multiple cop cars, not a good sign. I'm thinking about the multiple jury summons I never went to. And frankly a few other things crossed my mind.

They both walk up to the car. Tevas head still sticking out. I'm adding up the cost of bail in my head.

'I cant believe I told you I wasn't going to write you a ticket'

I cant believe you called for backup.

He laughs and explains to me some kind of training procedure they're doing, and hands me all of my information back.

'My not getting a ticket must be some kind of 4th of July miracle then.'

Damn straight . Slow down.

Lets all pause and enjoy a moment from me to you.......



So this is kind of from the rescent archives, but it may be relevant later so I'm going to tell it.



My little diesel car. I absolutely love her. Sometimes (clearing throat) when I go to the gas station (looking around) people will come up in a panicky kind of way and say....



"oh honey! your putting diesel in your car!!"



Yea. Like I'm an idiot that thought I would use the green pump because I thought the color looked pretty.



So, star swipe to a recent gas fill up. When I pulled into the station there was no one around.


No one.

So when I turned off the car and left the ipod on....turning it up a little.....ok a lot.....I felt completely safe in singing and doing a little Santana cha cha-ing while I was filling up the tank. Song over, and the next ipod song is pretty quiet. (loud quiet loud quiet.....I dont enjoy that when the ipod is in the car)



Exit young guy from inside the store.....I immediately think.....shit, I wonder if he saw me dancing...on the plus side he was IN the store, so he could NOT have heard me making up Spanish words to the Santana song..... He makes eye contact and b-lines for my car pointing......



"That's a diesel right?"



Yes. (i smile is a smart ass way) That's why I'm using the green pump.



"i meant that in a 'your not dumb' kind of way"



Thank you.



'I take it you've heard that before then'.

Yea once.

He laughs and we make some small talk about gas mileage and blah blah flirt. All the while I'm cleaning up at the tank, and suddenly ....the ipod song changes again ....and it is back to the volume that Santana was.......only louder.



and it's Barry White.

Its loud Barry White.



Oh yea baby. I shut my eyes and thank god for this very second where I could not feel more red. I turn and hussel towards to car laughing.



'Nice to talk to you' ....i yell without looking back and look into the car and I swear I see the dog laughing at me. With my back turned from him he stops about 8 feet from where we were standing and yells

'There isn't any way your single is there?'



I was laughing so hard at this point I just looked back trying not to snort amidst my laughter...

'Hard to believe isn't it?'

Barry White - Can't Get Enough Of Your Love Babe (live)

The weather man opens up the forecast tonight saying.......

Man I have nothing new to say.

Damn it. Find a shady spot.

On a funny note I had to x-ray a hyper active ten year old boy today. Not funny that he broke his arm, funny the things that came out of his mouth. He wanted to know everything about the machine, the lead, the cassette, what everything was made of, how did it work, how fast did it go, did I ever time it? Maybe I should time it, ya know because who knows if its faster then a Nasa spaceship on liftoff, or his little brother getting pulled behind his bike in the wagon….

Hum. Is that how you broke your arm?

I hit the lights and positioned him in the dark. It was much cooler then the first time he had the x-rays done. There was a red laser, and that was awesome. No one let him see the lasers before, so now he KNOWS that this is faster then the bike pulling wagon contraption at his house.

After looking at the first image, it was obvious that this kid moved his body as quickly as his mouth.

When I told him that we had to do it again, he argued that he didn't move. Maybe I should start timing the laser he said, make sure everything was working up to code.

Seriously? Up to code?

And then there were none

Baby Girl and I went up to the pot holes today to try and cool off from the hundred degree heat. Seriously. Hundred degrees. The drive up got a little backwards, and I missed the turn, and wound up on an off road trying to turn around. VW. Low clearance Amanda. Remember? Yea yea. Putter putter zoom WHAM! zoom?

So, we continued on, oblivious to what had happened under putter putter zoom zoom.

Now there are always some shady characters at the pot holes. But today? Well, in the words of Trudy Weigle......'this place reminds me of somewhere you might get yourself a good ole fashion rapin'.

Shady shady, someone is going to make a rap about that guy.

So we hiked a bit to get away from the shadiness and cooled off for a few hours. Little did I know, I was loosing massive amounts of oil as we bathed.

By 5 I was back at the house calling AAA.

Ahh AAA. I sure am getting the moneys worth this year.

Good thing I learned my lesson about a lack of oil seizing up an engine. As soon as I saw the flood of oil, well, lets just say AAA is programed into my phone. Who knows, maybe the mechanic gives a discount for multiple vehicles in a shop at one time.

Things that don't fly....

1. Pigs

2. Concrete slabs

3. Ostridges

4. Getting stood up.

ohhhhhh snap.


As I was walking up to the hospital today, little red asked me how my night was...

"Well... I can only expect to see him on the fourth floor today when I'm doing his x-ray.....
That's the only possible way he's getting out of me unleashing the inner black woman after not showing up last night."

Tonight the pup and I will celebrate with a calzone from Pablo's, beer from Boulder, and some key lime pie from a box. Ummmmm key lime pie.

Fathers day

I pretty much planned my day around going to walmart when it wouldn't be busy.

My logic was....dads have to be home by 5 to fire up the grill.

With my list in hand, I was in and out in an hour. I know. Not my best time either.

Because of the 99 degree heat and my extra window AC waiting to be carried downstairs to the car...I found myself standing in front of the fan isle. Yes. Tall fan was on the list. As I'm lifting this over sized box into the cart, the only other person in a 4 isle radius sits in her little auto drive cart in front of me spilling over the sides, and she says to me....

"I hope you have a handy husband at home because that's the hardest one to put together."

I pondered for a second how she would know that and pictured a house with a hundred fans in it.

"well do you?"

seriously? Feeling slightly offended and instantly reminded that I need to swing by isle 87 and get Midol, I turned around after wrestling the box into the cart.

"No. But I am Joe Kings daughter, so I'll do just fine."

Within two minutes of getting everything out of the box, I had to stop and get duct tape. This made me laugh....I truly am my fathers daughter.....not because I HAD to use duct tape, but more so that the duct tape roll was still in the vw bus, so I had to go with the emergency duct tape stash. The base had a crack in it, and I was tracking a trail of sand through the living room. Tape. Fixed.

Then, as I screwed in the last bit and boxed the cardboard pieces back up, out fell a few extra pieces. Yup. Totally my fathers girl.

I'm sure they're just extra because the fan is running fine....

Happy Fathers Day Pop.

Summer? Theres no summer here. You must have the wrong number.

Despite the fact that it is 99 degrees outside, I have yet to feel like I am on summer break. Working a 40 hour week at the hospital for free is for the birds. Those of you who work this much normally should be wearing a superhero cape at all times.

Outside of the hospital I have written 3 computed tomography procedure papers, 1 vascular intervention paper, 3 prompted journal reports, and two chapters worth of my workbook questions that have been turned in. I'm tired, a little cranky and certainly too white of skin to have it be 99 degrees outside.

So my weekend is coming, my bus is still engineless and I think I could sleep through the weekend if the dog wouldn't mind. But of course I cant do that. There is a house to clean, scrubs to wash and yet another paper to write. Plus the patient boy that I found outside of my doorstep this week certainly needs to be shown some attention if I ever want him sitting outside on the steps again.

Trust me, I don't like this schedule any more then you do. I am totally aware that my blogging is suffering. *yawn*

This stroller sure isnt made for off roading

I walked in knowing I was late.

She whipped around and looked at me, one side of her hair braided, the other in a wild mass on the side of her head.

'Some BFF you are, I'm dying here!' she said jokingly....but with a kind of wild animal look in her eyes that scared me a bit.....

Babies screaming in the background.

I wasn't killed because I stopped and brought Chick-fil-a breakfast. It calmed the beast in her belly I think.

Of course by the time we got them in the pimping minivan and to the race they didn't make a sound. On the boys official 1st outing, Heather and I took them to watch Trygue (babies daddy) bike a leg on a team triathlon. Not really sure how the guy who hasn't slept in a month, played Dr at the hospital all month and placed third did it. Dopers have nothing on this guy. Next year the three of us are going to be on a team. I swim, Trygue on the bike and Heather running. We might have to be Team Baby Swap, as we pass the boys along with the race.

The rest of my weekend was spent finishing up my CT papers. Hooray for no more CT! Not that Vascular Intervention is going to be much better, but at least there are only two papers instead of three next week.

I know I know.



I'm a terrible terrible friend. I don't write and you get worried....But you love me. You know you do.

So you know that commercial for Mucinex where the nasty goopy guy is sitting in the chair, and the lung coughs and he goes shooting up the broncus? Well, goopy guy has been residing in my chest for the last week. In fact it feels a lot like this fron guy is in my lungs.

So I went out and got a box of that stuff, and lesson learned......although very effective, Mucinex is not the answer for the girl who can't halk a loogie.

Pretty much the last 3 days have been spent with me gagging in various trash cans and toilets in town.



Nice. I am a classy girl.



So this week of my clinical rotation is spent at the VA. Certainly different then last week when I was gagging in a trash can in St. Marys CT rotation for reasons other then my cold. *shivers* Let me tell you just how much I love old military men as patients.

a) They don't complain
b) They do exactly as told
c) They as no questions

Sweet. This is my kind of hospital. Plus I get to hear about 3 times a day....

'Honey, if I was 30 years younger, I'd be giving your boyfriend a run for the money.'

Oh you. Then I almost immediately turn red when I tell them they have to remove their pants for the CT exam and almost every time when I turn to get a gown from the closet, I'm face to face with a half naked old man.

'OK then here is your gown... oh sweet jesus I give you guys an order and theres not a second to loose is there?!.'

Then of course I cough and Im back to gagging out a loogie in the trash can.

Those guys are growing to love me.

The eyes....they don't look so good

So this week ended my 'summer break' and started my 'slave to the medical man'. Decked out in all white I hit the doors on Monday at 6am, and pretty much everything since has been a bloody blur. Part of the program I'm in, rotates the students through each of the radiologic modalities, in case you want to specialize after you graduate. I started my summer in CT. Bloody trauma CT. I think it's safe to say that this one is not my favorite. Even though I lake the pace, and I like the information, when I walked back out the automatic glass doors later on the first day my brain constantly kept processing.....did I really just see that?

By the end of the week I walked out with a sore throat and runny nose passes around the CT department. On the plus side I did not walk out with the flesh eating virus that I saw earlier that week. I have another week in CT, but in a different hospital, one without an active ER.

Until then I'm going to work on drying up this runny nose and unplugging my ears. The watery glaze that covers my eyes....well, that may take just a few more days.

Putter putter Zoom Zoom

With only a week before summer rotations, I hopped in the little putter putter zoom zoom and drove away. I caught up on Mollys birthday.....which was actually a month ago but none of us remembered......after all it's Molly that keeps the 4 of us organized on birthdays....

It snowed while I was in Winter Park....of course. But nothing beats these views.

Then I was reminded that putter putter zoom zoom has no clearance. Oh yea.....not driving a jeep anymore.

Amy gets massive thanks for all of the Jetta repair while I was there.

The trails were great, and the chilly weather was a good cool down. Remember Abby the wonder pup? Shes quite the good girl now. And Max the wild man that I used to babysit? Still a wild man.

Then I went to Vail where I worked on my karaoke skills at a friends going away party. Had a little too much of a rockstar time there. Pretty sure there might be a noise ordinance now with my name on it.