The ugly, the good, the lucky star...

Oh Spring Break! Every year you don't seem to let me down when it comes to something going screwy... This year was no exception!

The Friday started out like every other. 6:30AM wake up for Volunteering. Later that night my weekly drive up to Anoka to get my gal Erin. As always, getting annoyed with the never ending traffic, and the over played mainstream songs on the radio. Nothing can bring me back down from annoyance but some good 'ol Modest Mouse. I start to sing (terribly) 'I've got it all', as I snail crawled to my detour to dodge traffic. Exiting off the highway I snicker as I look in the rear-view at all the idled people still clenching their steering wheels in frustration.. Getting closer to my destination, I start to get a strange feeling, like something is off. Man I tell ya, karma, is no angel my friends. It is a B... if you know what I mean. Coming to a halt in the turning lane at one of THE busiest intersections in Anoka, Karma reared its ugly head! My blinkers started spazzing like an ADHD kid off ritalin! Engine did a little *putt* *putt* right before it dies. DIES! In the middle of rush hour, and did I mention it was at one of the most busiest intersections in Anoka? My mind and body go into immediate freak out mode as I frantically try to start up my car with no success. Turning on the hazards I speed dial mommy as I shrink back to being 7. Tears begin to roll as mom's cell goes to voicemail. I call home, but she's not their either.

Trying to figure out how I can get my car out of this situation, my eyes focus enough to see a mechanics shop across the intersection.  Lucky me, now I just had to get it there. Two minutes later, but what felt like hours, karma decided to ease up some more as an ever handy Anoka Sheriff Squad pulled some teens over across the street from me. After dialing mom a few dozen more times to no success, I hop out and high-tail it to Mr. Hand-on-his-pistol Sheriff. I try to steady my voice as my entire body shakes like I just had 20 cups of coffee, and manage to squeak out a few words of distress. Mr. Sheriff finished up with the teens and jumped the median on his trusty steed to come rescue the damsel in distress and called in some re-enforcements for a second Mr. Sheriff to stop traffic for my little Leiha parade. We concluded that he was going to bumper push me through the intersection and right into the arms of the automotive. So I don't know about you, but I've never driven a car in neutral with literally NO brakes. After a slow push to the automotive, a little bit of damage to my already saddened car, and few of my 9 lives lost, my car came to a halt and I was safe!

Erin got dropped off a few minutes later and sweet talked our way into a free conclusion that my alternator was kaput, and also saved me $200 on getting it replaced that day. Thank you baby :)...

The moral of this story?...
- Karma sucks, cars are too fricking expensive, it definitely pays to be a girl, and although 9 times outta 10, we really don't want cops to show up. In this case, they are my life savers!~
     Shout outs to all my heroes that day; Anoka 5ohh, Erin, Stace (pops), Chase (friend and car fixer-upper), my lucky star (wherever that came from), and the good 'ol automotives who didn't charge me :)...

Our dreams are our domain...

Every night we recite the same lines, our love never falters. And we fall deep into sleep, hoping to be reunited in our dreams.  Distance may keep our bodies, but our dreams are our domain. I transform the darkness, slowly you come into focus, and we’re dancing. Your body up close to mine, hand in hand, we glide across the glassy floor.  It’s only you and I baby, how we said it would always be. You lean into me, completely at ease as I make our bodies sway.

Bit-by-bit the walls begin to melt; the floor vanishes as we fall into a field of meadow grass. The blades rhythmically flow in clumps of liquid waves. My hands mimic their movements across the crisp air. My body nostalgic, drops down, yours follows. Our figures radiating summer heat, I trace the outlines of your ivory skin, and looking into your eyes, become entranced by their golden glow. My hands move to your face as I draw a map of every delicate detail.  Gradually you reveal your weapon as that smile begins to sweep. Reality is easy to hide, but dreams reveal my weakness as I try to shake the stream of butterflies departing.  Your smile widens with the awareness of your impact. My body is frozen by the touch of your fingers as they delicately make their way from my hand, to my arm, and ending entangled in my hair. You push our lips and close the distance; they lock like an unbreakable seal. There’s no hiding the explosion of butterflies this time. With the earth shattering embrace, the wind dies and an outburst of light streams across the brisk darkening sky. Thunder creeps in the distance, sending shock waves through the grassy cocoon below us.

I close the distance between our bodies to have yours slowly depart, my eyes open to see your face fade away. The feel of your skin vanishing; the taste of your lips linger as my world turns back to darkness. The thunder exchanged for a less-than-welcome buzzer, our meadow replaced with warmed pillows and covers. Reality awakens, and our desired domain rests waiting for our return. A tortured world without your embrace pulls for my presence. Until we meet again my dear, my sweet, my love…

My always…
       I love you...

Stop and smell the roses....

Not to be mean or anything, but volunteering in a hospital, or working in a hospital really makes you appreciate your health and abilities. For four hours every Friday, my OT and I visit patients with a spectra of problems, and I'm standing there thinking how badly my feet hurt from standing, or how badly I wish I was sleeping still! Some individuals can't even use their legs or wish they could get out of their beds. But are stuck there getting poked and prodded all day long.

No I'm going to preach to all of my blog followers about stopping to smell the roses and just really thinking about how fortunate we all are. We've all heard those preaches before, and they don't kick in to our sub-craniums until it hits a cord close to our hearts. Sometimes it takes an accident or for someone close to get hurt before we realize that life is short.

For me, it's volunteering in a hospital. Everyday I get a little closer to my dream of wearing in multi-colored scrubs and helping children be the best they can. When I put my Volunteer badge on and walk the corridors of Fairview, I take pride in my scrub work. I take pride that I get to run and get supplies for my OT and her patients. Because eventually I'll have my own Volunteer that I can make them do the same things. It's a process I believe all medical individuals must go through. Doing the sloppy nobody wants to do jobs until you finally get to make someone else do them. :)

Every time I am asked to get something from the clean supply closet, I smile and go get it. I come back with a smile on my face and a hitch in my giddy-up. Patients have enough crap in their lives to deal with, they don't need crabby or annoyed people helping them. So I smile, I talk to them, I make them as comfortable as they can possibly be just so they get a little happiness out of their day. Although I'm not going to lie, the patients have it pretty good. Food gets delivered to them, most have a private room. And to top it off they have cable, internet, Wii and playstations. I wish my volunteering could just be sitting there playing games with the patients! haha...

So to "not" preach. You might like to whine because you have to get up and walk to class, or go to a 9 hr. job. But just be happy you have what you have. You might wish you had a big ass speed boat and lived on lake Minnetonka in a huge mansion, but there are some people out there wishing they had a little more to eat, or a new pair of jeans because theirs have holes in them, hell even just for one more day of independence from wires and surgeries.