The art of laziness

It's a fact. I am lazy. When I'm not at work, it's at LEAST after 2 pm that I get out of my pjs. I don't make doctors appointments until after 2, I don't take phone calls, texts are rarely returned until then. And why? Because I'm lazy. At this very moment; it's 2:38 in the afternoon. I have yet to get dressed, or put my contacts in, shower--nothing. I am procrastinating even getting up and walking the 5 feet to the bathroom. That is how lazy I am. I feel bad for those of you who "do things". Who wants to take the day off and clean? Or go to the gym? Or grocery shop? Put your pajamas back on, get back in the bed and savor the lazy. I wonder if it's raining? Sounds windy and the sun isn't shining through the blinds as brightly as normal but I'm too lazy to go check. I will have to get up soon and get dressed and at least appear to have done something with my day. So that my husband doesn't think I have spent the ENTIRE day under the covers, but who are we both kidding? He knows! And if not it's only a matter of time before he reads this and finds out. If I were to get something done today the real question would be: what is wrong with you?!

In other news:
Ah! My eyes! My eyyyyyyes!



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It's not fathers day but...

I feel the need to express my pride in my family. My husband is an amazing father. My son Oliver is so lucky. So incredibly lucky to have someone like him for a father. He doesn't even know. But I do. I had a shitty dad. One who ran out on us when I was too young to remember. Had a baby with someone else, never told me, never talked to me again for 18 years when his mother, My grandmother, died. And even after that he still sucked as a parent, we were strangers with nothing more in common than some DNA. I had one parent. I always wondered what it was like to have a dad, a real dad not a dead-beat drunk asshole dad. Was always jealous of those families who had a mother and a father. I don't have to be jealous anymore. I don't have to wonder what it'd be like to have a good dad. I do. I get to experience all the love he gives to my son first hand. Maybe it's better that I missed out on all that father-bonding time. Because now that I'm old enough to understand what this love is all about it makes me feel so good to see. The way he looks at Oliver, the way Oliver looks to him and idolizes him and everything he does. I'm glad we work through our fights. Because raising Oliver as a team is incredible work and we've got a real winner on our hands if we can somehow continue to do this right. Love u Daniel.



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You know that feeling...

You know that feeling like your forgetting something? Or maybe guilt? Or anxious about something? That feeling in your stomach you can't shake but feels like it's eating at u. I have that. Had it since yesterday. Maybe it's because I'm becoming a grown up and realizing certain things will always be what they are no matter how much I don't like them and can't change them. Cryptic? Nobody reads this shit anyway.
Anyway, so it's been a pretty slow day, knock on wood. It started off looking like it was gonna be hell, but it's 10pm and I'm on my third call of the day. Finally relaxing work day! Watched one and a half games of football, I napped during the second half of Auburn. Had a stress dream while I napped.
Dreamed it was Tuesday and we were leaving for a cruise Wednesday, but I was at work, and hadn't packed at all, and hadn't figured out what Oli was gonna do, ad te husband wasn't being helpful at all. So I kept waking up, inception style where I wasn't actually awake ah! Just a mess. What does it mean?! The pit has felt bigger since then too. Really annoying. Maybe I need to be on medication.

I'm in the middle of transporting a patient right now, you can tell how critical it was that he be transported by ambulance too right? Fucking annoying. Actually he has no legs, he is torso, head, and arms. Like a sack of potatoes. And he's sitting straight up. Wouldn't it be hilarious of he fell over? I laugh, but if it happened, I'd probably be in trouble.

That is all for now.

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Feeling shitty

I'm in a crap ass mood. Maybe because it's the night before I go to work for 24 hours and I'm still awake. Maybe it's because I'm PMS-ing and have been for what seems like weeks. Were gonna go with a combination of the two. And probably a few sprinkles of other things along the way. Anyway. I'm awake because I'm on the toilet. You know gotta take care of business. And it's better to get it done in the privacy of my own home where i can take my time and feel no judgement from the beings outside as some awful noises erupt from in here. I say no judgement, I know there's judgement, but shit, I'm married to him, were way past pooping noises, he'll get over it. TRUST ME.

Last couple of days have been somewhat uneventful. The mother in law has left, so my stress level has decreased. Weather's been decent, can't complain there. Work was shit last shift, lots of complaints there. But they pay well so I'll have to deal with it until I win the lottery. Hopefully there will be some good wreck, maybe a bloody motorcycle mess tomorrow for me to clean up. Here's hoping. I've had to go to my happy place a lot at work recently, and have a new respect for the clinically insane. Maybe their lives just sucked so bad, they were always trying to find their happy place and got stuck there. If these shitty transfers keep up at work I'm gonna get stuck in my happy place.
Wanna hear about my happy place? Probably not, but hey, I'll tell ya anyway while I convince this last turd to make it's way out.
I live on the beach. In a big house, big windows facing the ocean in my living room and connected kitchen. Big back porch on the sand, the ocean in my backyard. I sip on coffee, good coffee too. Like 50% Irish cream coffee. Mmm. Oh and my job? I'm a helicopter medic, and when I get a call they just fly up to the backyard/beach to pick me up and off we go. All my calls are exciting, because my company only takes calls that sound serious.

If you don't think that sounds awesome.... Well I don't really care. It's my blog. Blogging is still cool right? Bc I want to be doing the coolest, hippest, latest most awesome thing. Wait it's not cool anymore? Well shit, guess that's the end of my bl

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About damn time

I think it's about time for another installment of this amazing blog. It's been a while and I know all my avid readers are jonesin for an update.

Well football season has begun. And I'm ready for it to end. It's taking over my tv and I gotta watch my shows! The husband is goin tailgate crazy. He wants a tv, and a satellite, and a stripper pole. Come on now Daniel. Calm down.
I won't be going to another game during the day for quite a while. Not after that last one. Holy shit I almost died. For real. I've never. Ever, gotten so hot I've almost passed out. And it gets hot as hell in the back of an ambulance. It was crazy. Crazy bad. I started feeling lightheaded and nauseous and I couldn't see. The worst part of it was I HAD to pull myself together, because there was no way I would have been able to be carried down 56 rows. That's right 56. Probably why I got so hot, we were mere inches from the sun.


I somehow made it down to the cooling area, sat in front of one of those amazing fans and cooled off. We left the game and headed back to the tailgate. Daniel was pretty pissed about it. But I almost died, so he can just shut up. He got to stand around and watch the end of the game. In some random old peoples tailgate.


Now onto more pressing matters. Actually I don't think I have any pressing matters thats why it took so long to make a blog post.

When I have something more interesting to say I'll post again.
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