This was totally unexpected

I am so excited to say that my sister, Tracy, is going to be moving to Daytona Beach this summer! Her boyfriend got an internship at the school that Matt goes to, Embry Riddle. What a small world. It will be so nice to have some family nearby again. It will probably be a lot easier for her being that far away from all of her friends and family. It will also be easier for them because I can help them find all of the information that they need. Hooray!

Jesus' story

I'd like to share with you an experience that I had today. I was having a craptastic day at work. There was nothing particularly bad, it was just really busy and I didn't feel like I was making any progress. I was kind of grumpy while I was on my way home. Shortly before I turned into my driveway, there was a car accident in front of me. One car had swerved off the road and an SUV clipped his back end (both cars kept going though). I stopped in plenty of time. Then I saw what the first car had swerved to avoid.

There, in the middle of the road, was a large turtle. I parked in my parking lot, walked out into the road and picked him up. I took him home. I named him Jesus (hay-soos, not the biblical Jesus). He was a pretty big turtle and his shell was a little smaller than a dinner plate. I told Matt that we were going to keep him in the bathtub (he didn't like that idea much). Then I put Jesus on the floor and watched the cats poke and prod it.

This turtle was far more mild than the one that I had as a pet several years ago. He used to bite me every chance he got. Jesus wouldn't come out of his shell, literally. After about 45 minutes, he finally started poking his head out. But I could see that he wasn't really happy with us, so Matt and I let him go in the drainage ditch behind our building (that's where I think he was headed anyway). However, he didn't seem to want to go anywhere when I let him go. Matt thinks maybe he was a suicidal turtle and was trying to get run over when I "saved" him and now he was just more depressed. I just think I scared the crap out of him.

Anyway, Jesus turned my day from a craptastic one to a pretty cool one.

Yeah, I'm dumb

For those of you that don't know me that well, I bruise and scar really easily. My husband and I joke that if he looks at me the wrong way, I'll bruise. That's not too far off. Well, tonight I'm going to bed far more black and blue than when I woke up.

It all started when I walked into the open dishwasher door at lunch. I hit it so hard that my foot went numb for a second. That's nothing compared to what I did after work. Matt and I have been running and biking a lot, and today we were out of milk and rice so we rode our bikes to KMart. We got what we needed and headed home. We had to cross a grassy patch to get home, and I got all cocky and headed down the cement drainage ramp really fast so I could make it up the small grassy hill at the bottom of it.

I didn't make it up the hill. There was a large divet at the bottom of this ramp and I went straight over the handle bars and my bike landed on me. I haven't fallen off a bike since I was a kid. I felt pretty "x-games" after that. Fortunately, I fell on grass. I just got dirty and have some impressive bruises on my legs from the handle bars.

To top off my clumsy day, I ran into the closet door pretty hard with my arm when we got home. Yeah, it's just one of those days.

I have the best husband EVER!

Today when I woke up, it was just like any other day. Easter isn't a big deal to me, and I had forgotten it was Easter at all. When I went into the kitchen, however, there were two Easter baskets with candy and stuff on the kitchen table! There was also a bouquet of flowers. In my basket, he even took into account my new low-fat diet and had mainly fruity type of stuff. There was also a cute, fuzzy stuffed chick. He has just affirmed my long-suspected thought that he is indeed the best husband ever!

What an ordeal

At 4:00PM at work two days ago, I had just come out of the bathroom and my boss handed me a few papers and told me that I had to go to the lab for a random drug test. I asked him if he realized where I had just come from, and he said that I needed to go right away anyway. I went with two other guys that had been selected, but fortunately for me, the lab was closed.

The next morning, I went to work and picked up the papers and headed to the lab. I gave them a sample, but it turned out that it was too cold. Too cold?!? They told me that I'd have to give another sample. I told them that it might take a really long time, but they said that I had to just stay and wait. I drank 26 cups of water (I wish I was exaggerating) and watched their lab DVD several times. FOUR HOURS LATER I gave them a second sample, and it was also too cold. I had tried explaining to them that my normal body temperature is normally 2 degrees below normal, but they didn't seem to care.

I learned that after 26 cups of water (1.5 gallons), you REALLY have to go to the bathroom. I've never had to go that bad since I was a kid. I felt my kidneys start to hurt. I hope I'm never randomly selected again!