Friday, February 20, 2009

Not 25 Random Things, But Sorta

So, those are some random pics snagged from my old cellphone (that I'm secretly in love with). It's like visiting a broken toy and being tortured because you got something newer (IPhone), but you still love the old faithful (SmartPhone). Anyway....here's the rest of my randomness:
So Stinkin' Cute
(Wearing Her Choice Of PJ's which aren't matched and really don't fit.) She always says, "No, dont' read it, I make up my own stories, they're better.

The Love Of Our Lives
(& Libby, just kidding, we do like Ben and Jerry's, but we LOVE Libby). Passersby wanted to sit on the concrete couch to eat their ice cream, but passed it up as she screamed, "No. Miiine. My Sopa. You go down 'der wit' my daddy, sit on 'dat one."


A Cool Rainbow I Saw At Target A Few Weeks Ago
I'll tell you what I wish I had a picture of. Steven and I at the doctor's office on Wednesday. He called Wednesday morning because I had whimpered all night with my fever and achy body pains. I don't go to the doctor unless I absolutely HAVE to. He's the opposite. He goes no matter what. He's all about prevention and I'm about reaction. It was 8:30 and he told them he wanted me seen at 9. From Rocky Face, he was charted to take Libby to my sister. Libby, who was still in pajamas and doing her morning list of demands. How he was to get me to the doctor that quickley when my state was difficult because I couldn't open my eyes for my contacts and wouldn't wear my glasses because they hurt my face, I had on half a set of pajamas and my hair was in a gross top of the head rubber band. Here we were in another medical panic attack and 20 minutes from doctor time. He tells me to go get dressed and I can't believe what I wore, but it completely defined how I felt and behaved at the doctor's office. I wore my oldest jeans and a school hoodie. I left the hoodie over my head. I had on my New Balance slips ons. If you know fashion conscious me, you KNOW I wasn't feeling well by that outfit. He dropped me off in front of the office and left to take Libby back to my sister. I have no idea why she didn't just meet us to get her, but you never want to question a conversation between Sanna and Steven because as Steven says, "it's like trying to understand infinity and is impossible". Anyway, I get in the elevator and can't remember much but I refused to let anyone press the 2 because I knew I needed 3 and didn't want to wait for it to stop at 2. It was all I could do not to slide down the wall of the elevator and lay there while it went up. I get off the elevator knowing people thought I acted and looked ridiculous but I was hurtin' and panicing. When I got in the waiting room, I signed my name as "M B Cigna hurry". I slouched over to a chair, made my purse a pillow and whimpered. It was about 2 seconds and they called me back. Hmm. Wonder why? When I saw they were gonna weigh me, I broke into the blubber cry and stringed out "IwasjustherelikeamonthagocomeonnotthisstopiwannalaydownNOW." I mosied myself and my unabomber outfit (or *RIP* Thelma Dobbins outfit) in the first open room and rolled myself up in the table paper. I was cold. Every question she asked, I responded, "ouch". She finally rolled her lips in and said, "Do you have ANYONE with you?" I said something that resembled nothing and didn't require me to part my lips. She wanted to take my blood pressure, pulse, etc. I said finally as audibly as I could, "swab my frickin throat, flu swab my nose and let's get this show on the road. I'M HURTIN'. Then of course all those tests, a roll of table paper, a chest xray that sent me into the next realm of panic, and a diagnosis of bacteria with an outrageous pulse, two hours had passed and Steven had been there about an hour and a half of it. He doesn't talk. He just looks and shakes his head like he's trying to see if reasoning with me is even safe. He did laugh when I gagged and cried after the throat swab I demanded. Don't you wish a picture would have been here of that mess. No...you really don't. It took a staff of people to deal with me and my throat infection? I usually have a very high pain tolerance. Seriously, I didn't cuss, cry or scream during my child's birth. I didn't even have an epidural until the very end. Didn't cry, cuss or scream. So, what was the deal with my major episode? Hmm. I don't know.




Here are the directions I got, actually on Facebook. I never replied to the "25 Random Things About Me" meme because I figured, that's all I blog about is the randomness of me, but here goes a similar one. Oh, yeah, in typical "Phillips" fashion, I only followed the directions in a modified manner because I didn't tag nor copy anyone, and sometimes/most of the time, I went ahead and typed more than one word answers because I could because I couldn't capture the truest essence of my smartbutt, yet truthful author's voice. :)


Directions:
Type only ONE word answers. It's harder than you think!! Here is what you are supposed to do...and please don't spoil the fun...copy and paste into your own note, type in your answers and tag a bunch of people - including me.


Where is your cell phone?.....That's exactly what I was wondering.



Your hair? .........Thank-you-Brenda-Blonde! In the summer.....trashy blonde. LOL



Your father? ........Hmmm? Creative. I've prayed so hard and so diligently for him for so long that is a real area of questioning for me with my faith thing.



Your mother? .........He he heee? I'm scared she'll get me if I say what I think. So, here's my second thought, she's very funny. I LOVE her sense of humor, but I don't that side of her often enough because she stays pretty stressed out.



Your favorite thing? ...........my Target purple and black shoes



Your dream last night?....I don't sleep long enough to dream.



Your favorite drink? ...........virgin strawberry daquiri



Your dream/goal? ........... contentment



Your favorite team........Team Meleia (not a sports fan, but married to someone who loves sports enough for both of us)



The room you are in? .....Bonus Room



Your fear? ........bad news



Where do you want to be in 6 years?.....whereever I'm supposed to be, hopefully right here



Muffins? .............blueberry cheesecake



One of your wish list items?.........another Coach purse



Where you grew up? ........Dalton/Chattanooga



The last thing you did? .......rescheduled some appointments



What are you wearing?.......black and grey leopard dress and leggings (one word couldn't do this outfit any justice) ha haa. I didn't have to iron it.



Your TV?...........DVR'd "The View"



Your pets? .........pfff, the neighbor's have dogs that bark at my bedroom window incessantly, so I'll say I've had the best pet contreception since I've moved in, I struggle with the fact that I don't love my neighbor like I should, inconsiderate people WEAR me out in about 2 seconds, NO PETS--yay



Your computer? ......IPhone and Dell laptop, oh yeah there's a Dell desktop at our house that I only use to make stationary



Your life? .........it's better than I deserve



Your mood? ........tenative, reluctant

TTFN and sorry for exposing you to a bunch of randomness.




4 comments:

DeLynn said...

Meleia,

I LOVE reading your blog. :)

It was fun to see Steven and Libby the other day.

Miss you.

DeLynn

Brad and Shana said...

Sara Kate ALWAYS wears mismatched pajamas.....why do they do that. It's like they must assert their own personality and ability to make a decision some where..... I'm happy to let SK do that with PJ choices, cuz she ain't doing it with anything else.

:)

Anonymous said...

for the record I make complete CENTS ha ha ha!!! The spelling urks you, I know--just 4u!

Cyndi Lou said...

Meleia,

You make me laugh out loud!! Reading your blog is a JOY for me! I hate you felt so bad last week! I hope you are feeling great now!!

Love ya,

Cyndi