You are my holiday
You are right in the middle of me
You are my hideaway
You are home
I’m calling out your name
Oh my holiday
You make my heart new
And I love you!
What it is I’m trying to say
Is you are my favorite part of me
Holiday by Shane and Shane
Friday, November 30, 2007
Wednesday, November 28, 2007
update
Hello Lovers,
Sorry. I haven't felt much like blogging lately. Not that i don't have things or events to blog about, but I haven't been feeling all that hot and just didn't feel like it.
As it turns out, there's an actual, legitimate reason that I have been sick for so long- I have mono.
Actually, it's an Epstein Barr Virus Infection. It's the virus that causes mono, and less than 10% of people with EBV have ANY symptoms at all- it usually lies dormant. (Did you know you can be a carrier of mono and not have it? That's what EBV is- most adults have been infected at some point in their lives, which is why it's uncommon for older adults to have mono- they've already been exposed to the virus)
But in my lucky case, I have all the wonderful symptoms of mono- persistent sore throat, fever (first time I've ever had a fever over 99.... not fun), body aches, night sweats, swollen lymph nodes, nausea, and exhaustion (It's nice to know that there's actually something going on in my body rather than feeling like a weakling for being totally and completely exhausted from walking across the mall)...
But it's just easier to call it mono than to say "I have what causes mono, and I have all the symptoms of mono, but it's not actually mono... "
So that's the latest and greatest.
Love you all,
Amber
*Please disregard most of this post: I found out on Friday that it is indeed Mononucleosis.
Sorry. I haven't felt much like blogging lately. Not that i don't have things or events to blog about, but I haven't been feeling all that hot and just didn't feel like it.
As it turns out, there's an actual, legitimate reason that I have been sick for so long- I have mono.
Actually, it's an Epstein Barr Virus Infection. It's the virus that causes mono, and less than 10% of people with EBV have ANY symptoms at all- it usually lies dormant. (Did you know you can be a carrier of mono and not have it? That's what EBV is- most adults have been infected at some point in their lives, which is why it's uncommon for older adults to have mono- they've already been exposed to the virus)
But in my lucky case, I have all the wonderful symptoms of mono- persistent sore throat, fever (first time I've ever had a fever over 99.... not fun), body aches, night sweats, swollen lymph nodes, nausea, and exhaustion (It's nice to know that there's actually something going on in my body rather than feeling like a weakling for being totally and completely exhausted from walking across the mall)...
But it's just easier to call it mono than to say "I have what causes mono, and I have all the symptoms of mono, but it's not actually mono... "
So that's the latest and greatest.
Love you all,
Amber
*Please disregard most of this post: I found out on Friday that it is indeed Mononucleosis.
Monday, November 26, 2007
Friday, November 16, 2007
Thursday, November 15, 2007
what I've learned (or re-learned) in the last week..
if you leave the unenclosed room and people can still smell you... you're wearing too much perfume.
what may be "not that big of a deal" to you can mean the world to someone else...
every day is a gift, nothing is promised, every breath is a gift from God.
I am in control of nothing. Except my attitude.
I must strive to put flesh and blood on the Reconciliation of all things...
Laughing makes it better, no matter how much it hurts
what may be "not that big of a deal" to you can mean the world to someone else...
every day is a gift, nothing is promised, every breath is a gift from God.
I am in control of nothing. Except my attitude.
I must strive to put flesh and blood on the Reconciliation of all things...
Laughing makes it better, no matter how much it hurts
Monday, November 12, 2007
Christmas time!!!!
41 Days 'till Christmas!!!
check out this ADORABLE website
Cutest Christmas Website Ever
It even has a place where you can see if you'll be on the Naughty or Nice List and print out a certificate!
Kristi put hers on her refrigerator!
check out this ADORABLE website
Cutest Christmas Website Ever
It even has a place where you can see if you'll be on the Naughty or Nice List and print out a certificate!
Kristi put hers on her refrigerator!
TEMPTATION!!
This weekend I went to Bath and Body Works and bought something I wouldn't normally buy- food flavored lip gloss.
I generally don't enjoy scents and smells that smell like food- I strongly dislike vanilla flavored anything. I know a lot of people love this flavor- I just don't.
So I'm at Bath and Body Works, smelling my way around the store and I get to the "Temptations" table- where they have flavors like Cinnamon Roll, Gingerbread and Cherry Pie. I guess you could say I'm kind of a glutton for punishment- for some reason whenever I see these flavors, I can't help but smell them. I usually end up with my face wrinkled up saying "oh gross" "that's foul" "smell this, it smells like feet" and other very classy remarks laced with expletives so loudly that it makes Brent blush...
So I got to the Pecan Passion flavor and I had no words.
I loved it.
I wanted to drink it.
No really- I was seriously tempted to drink a 3-in-1 body wash/shampoo/bubble bath... like a 3-year-old.
So, I bought the lip gloss.
It doesn't really taste like it smells... it has more of a lipstick-y taste to it than the glorious Pecan Passion aroma it possesses... but it's still amazing.
I generally don't enjoy scents and smells that smell like food- I strongly dislike vanilla flavored anything. I know a lot of people love this flavor- I just don't.
So I'm at Bath and Body Works, smelling my way around the store and I get to the "Temptations" table- where they have flavors like Cinnamon Roll, Gingerbread and Cherry Pie. I guess you could say I'm kind of a glutton for punishment- for some reason whenever I see these flavors, I can't help but smell them. I usually end up with my face wrinkled up saying "oh gross" "that's foul" "smell this, it smells like feet" and other very classy remarks laced with expletives so loudly that it makes Brent blush...
So I got to the Pecan Passion flavor and I had no words.
I loved it.I wanted to drink it.
No really- I was seriously tempted to drink a 3-in-1 body wash/shampoo/bubble bath... like a 3-year-old.
So, I bought the lip gloss.
It doesn't really taste like it smells... it has more of a lipstick-y taste to it than the glorious Pecan Passion aroma it possesses... but it's still amazing.
Tuesday, November 6, 2007
overheard...
*"shut your mouth... You're the stupid retard who takes everything so damn personal... "
*Woman on monorail talking to her 18-month-old son who is screaming in my ears: "Let's count! Ready? A, B, C, D...." me (to Brent, but too loudly because I have no class):"that's not counting..."
*Q:"Where's Jon?" A: (yelled across the office) "Oh, he's in Derek's hole."
*Woman on monorail talking to her 18-month-old son who is screaming in my ears: "Let's count! Ready? A, B, C, D...." me (to Brent, but too loudly because I have no class):"that's not counting..."
*Q:"Where's Jon?" A: (yelled across the office) "Oh, he's in Derek's hole."
Thursday, November 1, 2007
only me...
So I'm a nail-biter.
I admit it.
In the past I've worn acrylic nails to try to break myself of the habit but it never really worked- when I thought I was "cured" I'd have the falsies taken of and I'd start right back up again. But lately, I've been trying to "quit" on my own and I'm quite proud of my progress. (progress is measured in nail length... no bleeding fingers=good news)
anywho...
I currently have fairly long, nice nails. and they're real.
and they're becoming a problem.
Today at lunch I saw a co-worker of mine waiting for his wife to pick him up and I waved. And I kept waving- I was in a silly mood.
That is, until my hand came so close to my face that one of my nice, new, long fingernails caught the inside of my nose causing me to somehow (simultaneously) scratch and punch myself in the face...
only I could manage that one...
I admit it.
In the past I've worn acrylic nails to try to break myself of the habit but it never really worked- when I thought I was "cured" I'd have the falsies taken of and I'd start right back up again. But lately, I've been trying to "quit" on my own and I'm quite proud of my progress. (progress is measured in nail length... no bleeding fingers=good news)
anywho...
I currently have fairly long, nice nails. and they're real.
and they're becoming a problem.
Today at lunch I saw a co-worker of mine waiting for his wife to pick him up and I waved. And I kept waving- I was in a silly mood.
That is, until my hand came so close to my face that one of my nice, new, long fingernails caught the inside of my nose causing me to somehow (simultaneously) scratch and punch myself in the face...
only I could manage that one...
LOST!
this blog includes some bits of "tmi" (too much info)... You've been warned
Brent's blog about Disneyland reminded me that I had not blogged about my scary experience last week.
Sunday's are my favorite because we usually get to go to Disneyland. Hear me: I'm not a crazy Disney freak- I don't own a t-shirt with Mickey on it, I don’t have Pooh Bear bumper sticker or a Minnie Mouse license plate cover. I just like going and it’s a fun date-night that doesn’t get old.
So every Sunday I have this “parking lot ritual” where I go through my purse and pull out the following and put them strategically in my pockets or nicely ask Brent to hold them for me: chapstick/lip gloss, Disneyland pass, drivers license, debit card, Kaiser card (just in case), and an Advil or a migraine pill (I often get headaches) and for some reason this week I decided to bring about two dollars in quarters. Every week I wrestle with the dilemma taking my cell phone with me or leaving it in the car. I usually end up leaving it in the car (Brent has two, so it’s okay).
This week was a little different. We ate a late breakfast and got to Disneyland around 3:30 (no lunch yet). In the car I took some medicine because I was starting to get a migraine. First thing we did when we arrived was go to Woody’s Round up and decorated Halloween cookies. (and by that I mean we decorated aah cookie)
After that my tummy was starting to hurt from taking medicine without food, so we went over to Gapetto’s café and I got a toddler meal which was just the cutest thing ever. It came with about four ounces of macaroni and cheese (which wasn’t bad- it’s one of my favorite foods so I can say that with confidence) some no sugar added apple sauce and a baby bottle of water.
We then rode two rides (I think) and then my tummy started hurting. Not like, “oh mommy, my tummy hurts I can’t go to school today” but like my stomach was being ripped to shreds from the inside out. I thought I was going to die. Or explode, then die.
But I couldn’t “go”.
So we decide to go and ride pirates before we use our fastpasses for Haunted Mansion. Then suddenly: I needed to use the restroom.
So I turn to brent and say, “I have to go to the restroom, I’ll meet you guys at the exit” and then take off for the ladies room to pay my water bill.
I take care of my business then mosey on over to the exit for Pirates of the Carribean. And wait. And wait. And wait. (Remember: I don’t have my cell phone, so I don’t know how long I’ve been waiting- I have a terrible concept of time)
So then I think: “oh no, what if they really WEREN’T going on Pirates first! What if they went on Haunted Mansion??” So I run over to the exit for Haunted Mansion- they’re not there. Of course they’re not there. We had FOUR fastpasses. There were FOUR of us. They wouldn’t use them without me… duh.
So I run back over to the exit for Pirates. They’re STILL not there. So I wait, and wait, and wait. I’m starting to panic. “Where are they? What if they came off the ride while I was at Haunted mansion and then they went over to the bathroom to wait for me? What if I can’t find them? How will I get home? I don’t know Brent’s phone number. OMG I’M LOST AT DISNEYLAND!!!”
So I calmly walk over to the hostess for Blue Bayou and say “I’m lost.” She smiles. I’m a 24 year old woman. Who’s lost. So I ask her, “Is there a pay phone nearby?”
I’ll give you one guess as to who I called with the change that I HAPPENED to have in my pocket... (thank you, Jesus)
Yup. My Dad.
Here’s me, after having to call him three times to get him to pick up (nutso people call him all the time so he doesn’t answer strange numbers):
“Daddy it’s me! I’m lost at Disneyland! I don’t have my phone and I don’t know Brent’s number! Can you staffnet him and call him and tell him where I am??”
At that point, Andrew walked right up to me and I was no longer lost.
It was pretty scary. So now I have Brent’s phone number memorized, and the four of us have a meeting place “just in case we ever get lost again” and by “we” they mean “me”.
Brent's blog about Disneyland reminded me that I had not blogged about my scary experience last week.
Sunday's are my favorite because we usually get to go to Disneyland. Hear me: I'm not a crazy Disney freak- I don't own a t-shirt with Mickey on it, I don’t have Pooh Bear bumper sticker or a Minnie Mouse license plate cover. I just like going and it’s a fun date-night that doesn’t get old.
So every Sunday I have this “parking lot ritual” where I go through my purse and pull out the following and put them strategically in my pockets or nicely ask Brent to hold them for me: chapstick/lip gloss, Disneyland pass, drivers license, debit card, Kaiser card (just in case), and an Advil or a migraine pill (I often get headaches) and for some reason this week I decided to bring about two dollars in quarters. Every week I wrestle with the dilemma taking my cell phone with me or leaving it in the car. I usually end up leaving it in the car (Brent has two, so it’s okay).
This week was a little different. We ate a late breakfast and got to Disneyland around 3:30 (no lunch yet). In the car I took some medicine because I was starting to get a migraine. First thing we did when we arrived was go to Woody’s Round up and decorated Halloween cookies. (and by that I mean we decorated aah cookie)
After that my tummy was starting to hurt from taking medicine without food, so we went over to Gapetto’s café and I got a toddler meal which was just the cutest thing ever. It came with about four ounces of macaroni and cheese (which wasn’t bad- it’s one of my favorite foods so I can say that with confidence) some no sugar added apple sauce and a baby bottle of water.
We then rode two rides (I think) and then my tummy started hurting. Not like, “oh mommy, my tummy hurts I can’t go to school today” but like my stomach was being ripped to shreds from the inside out. I thought I was going to die. Or explode, then die.
But I couldn’t “go”.
So we decide to go and ride pirates before we use our fastpasses for Haunted Mansion. Then suddenly: I needed to use the restroom.
So I turn to brent and say, “I have to go to the restroom, I’ll meet you guys at the exit” and then take off for the ladies room to pay my water bill.
I take care of my business then mosey on over to the exit for Pirates of the Carribean. And wait. And wait. And wait. (Remember: I don’t have my cell phone, so I don’t know how long I’ve been waiting- I have a terrible concept of time)
So then I think: “oh no, what if they really WEREN’T going on Pirates first! What if they went on Haunted Mansion??” So I run over to the exit for Haunted Mansion- they’re not there. Of course they’re not there. We had FOUR fastpasses. There were FOUR of us. They wouldn’t use them without me… duh.
So I run back over to the exit for Pirates. They’re STILL not there. So I wait, and wait, and wait. I’m starting to panic. “Where are they? What if they came off the ride while I was at Haunted mansion and then they went over to the bathroom to wait for me? What if I can’t find them? How will I get home? I don’t know Brent’s phone number. OMG I’M LOST AT DISNEYLAND!!!”
So I calmly walk over to the hostess for Blue Bayou and say “I’m lost.” She smiles. I’m a 24 year old woman. Who’s lost. So I ask her, “Is there a pay phone nearby?”
I’ll give you one guess as to who I called with the change that I HAPPENED to have in my pocket... (thank you, Jesus)
Yup. My Dad.
Here’s me, after having to call him three times to get him to pick up (nutso people call him all the time so he doesn’t answer strange numbers):
“Daddy it’s me! I’m lost at Disneyland! I don’t have my phone and I don’t know Brent’s number! Can you staffnet him and call him and tell him where I am??”
At that point, Andrew walked right up to me and I was no longer lost.
It was pretty scary. So now I have Brent’s phone number memorized, and the four of us have a meeting place “just in case we ever get lost again” and by “we” they mean “me”.
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