This Thanksgiving break was much needed. I really think that I was starting to go crazy! The night before Thanksgiving I had to work. I thought that it would be easy since it was the night shift and most people would be asleep. WRONG! It was ridiculous. Even the nurse had pitty on me. Between massive amounts of blood, puke, and just plain whinyness I somehow managed to survive. A resident even fell out of bed on purpose and claimed that he broke his hip. Seriously? We all knew that he was faking it because he has come up with different excuses to go to the hospital every night since he was admitted. He has been in the facility for almost 2 weeks now. Despite the fact that he was obviusly lying, I still had to monitor him and take his vitals every 15 mins which means that I didn't have time for the rest of my 30 patients. It was such a frustrating night, but at least it is over now.
Thankgiving went much better. The Lees invited me over for dinner. We went to Grandma Bingham's house. The food was delicious although I was partially asleep the whole time. I am so glad that I was able to spend this time with Sophie and her family. They are too good to me.
Today, I was able to see Mike and Debbie. We had so much fun together. I love them so much. We went out to lunch at the Happy Sumo. Thanks Lauren for directions. They also let me drive their new Dodge pick em up truck. Oh I miss driving big trucks. Next, we went to the dollar movie theater and saw Surrogates. I really liked the movie. I had actually heard nothing about it before. I love going to movies where I don't know what to expect. Afterwards, we went to the MOA. I forgot how amazing that place is. I definitely should go more often. Last, we went Laser tagging. It was super fun. We were somehow able to convince the guy to just let the 3 of us go. This allowed us all to be on our own team. It was awesome to have the whole course to ourselves. I should have totally won too. Apparently, the rankings are based on accuracy, not on the amount of kills. If it was based on the amounts of kills, I would have won. Mike was such a cheater. He covered his sensors with his hands and hat. He is such a punk. He always has been. I guess some things just don't change. I was also informed that Mike and Debbie are seriously considering moving to Provo soon!!! I can't even handle it. It makes me giddy just to think about it. Can you imagine? They would like to buy a house too. Hopefully, everything works out and Mike is able to come here in the fall for grad school. To top the day off, I got a letter from my friend Josh who is on his mission in Australia. It is so great hearing from missionaries. Although, he did chastise me for not writing him very often. Oops. I guess I deserved it. Also, I was able to briefly talk to Lana and Hilary on skype. It was very brief due to the fact that they couldn't hear a word that I was saying, but it was great seeing their faces. I guess it didn't seem real that Lana was visiting Hilary until I saw Hilary's face on the screen. Oh how I miss that girl. And Lana too, of course.
Currently, I am suffering from Lauren syndrome. I cannot decide upon a major. I think I have picked a winner. Are you ready for this? Wildlife Biology! I am quite excited because I really do love everything about it. I would like to specialize in marine biology. I think that it would be amazing. It also allows me different options when I graduate. I can either go to med/PA school or continue in marine biology. Oh there is just so many options. I rearranged my school schedule to start working on this major. There are so many classes were I just get to go play outside. I can't imagine anything more exciting.
Tomorrow is the BYU vs Utah game. Oh how I wish that we had cable right now. Never the less, I shall find a way to view this glorious game. This break has been wonderful, but I am ready for my family (Lauren, Nicole, Lana, and Sophie) to come back to me. The house is far too quiet. To cover the silence, I blast country music all day, so I guess living alone has its advantages.
Saturday, November 28, 2009
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Tuesday, August 11, 2009
Riding around in a convertible with British boys...
Need I say more. How amazing. I think this is every girl's dream come true.
Friday, June 5, 2009
The good life
Each morning I wake up around 6:30 to read scriptures with the family and to see Will off to school. I then cuddle with the pussycats and then head outside to go for my morning ride. I saddle Jake up and we're off! When our ride is over, I drop him off at the pump house pasture to eat the day away. I walk home fetch the truck and bring Jake water (which he always manages to spill all over me) and to retrieve the saddle. Afterwards, I head home to start on my "to do" list that my mom makes for me everyday so I have something to do while she is at work funding my college education. These activities include scooping poop, getting 1 ton of hay, mowing the lawn, working with the other horses, and swimming. I don't mind these activities at all, but it reminds me of how buff I must have been back in the day because I'm struggling now. Life at home is wonderful but I count down the minutes until Will gets home from school so we can play together. Lately, my dad has been incorporating "quality bonding time" in the evenings. This is where Will, Dad, and I go down to the pump house garden and plant vegetables. This means in the fall I will have taters to bring back. Tonight we're in the clear because it's graduation so we have some parties to go crash.
On tuesday, I went to spokane/ coeur d'lane for the 8th grade trip. I felt kind of wierd being a chaperone because I honestly wasn't in middle school too long ago, and all the other chaperones were parents and old! Oh my goodness those kids are monsters. I got the list of kids I was in charge of and my jaw dropped. They gave me the worst 3 boys in the grades plus Will (but Will's a good kid). I was afraid of what I would find while searching their bags. To my relief there was nothing illegal. For the most part the kids behaved on the trip up and while at the place. They did a good job of checking in with me every hour or so. On the bus trip back was when things got interesting. They seperated the boys and girls. I was on the boys bus sitting in the back with all the trouble makers. I could see them look out of the corner of their eyes to see if I was watching. Of course I knew exactly what was going on since I was once one of those kids not as bad granted but still lookin to make trouble. They were jumping all over eachother, hitting eachother, playing with whoopi cushions, squirting invisible ink everywhere, making obscene gestures through the windows to the girls' bus, etc. But don't you worry- I laid down the law and got those kids straightened out. All of the other chaperones where in the front of the bus chattin away except for one. She was my 1st grade teacher and she sat in the middle. I could tell that she was worried for me. She helped out when she could, but I had it all handled. Overall, it was an interesting experience. I don't know if I would do it again, but it was good for me.
Yesterday while riding I made some new friends. Jake and I were just heading out of the neighborhood when we ran into two dogs coming back into the neighborhood. They had already been out for their morning stroll but turned around and decided to follow us. One dog who I named Sally Sue was a big black and white husky looking dog. Her buddy was a short blonde yappy ankle bitting type of dog. I named him Runt. At first, Jake was really irritated and didn't like them at all, so he kicked at them when they got too close. After a little while, he started to like them. They kept following us. I was hoping that at some point they would get tired and go home, but they didn't. They followed us for hours! Jake and I were covering a lot of ground too. It was interesting getting the whole herd of us across the highway. With Jake I can just dart across but with the other two I had to keep calling them back to keep them from getting ran over and then herd them across when there was a big enough break in traffic. They followed us for about 3 hrs until they finally got tired and gave up. Somewhere all the way across Burbank they laid down in someone's yard until a tree. When I got home, I decided I would grab the truck and go find them. My mom didn't approve of my actions because she didn't know if they were nice or not and she had zero sympathy for their owners because they should have kept them locked up. I reassured her that they were sweet little beasts and they were my buddies. I found them right about where I lost them a few hours before. I whistled and Runt came a runnin. I grabbed him and chucked him in the back seat. Sally Sue was a little more hesitant but I quickly won her over and she hopped on in. Sally Sue sat proudly in the backseat with her head between the two front seats and breathed and drooled all over me. Gross! Runt snuggled up in my lap and rested his head on my arm. To my relief Runt had a dog tag. As it turns out they lived just down the street from me. I called my mom and told her the address. Being the mail carrier, she knew exactly which house. They were in our ward. I don't know them because they have moved in since I have been away at school. She said she was so happy that I went to find them because they truly are beloved family pets and the family would have been devastated. I dropped them off at home but no one was home so I took them around back and gave them some water. I made sure to shut the gate properly so they would squeeze out again. Apprently, my mom left them a voicemail letting them know their darlings were home safe. The father called back to thank me. If he had seen me in person, I'm sure he would have given me a big ol hug.
Overall life is great. I really enjoy spending time with the family and the animal family. Mostly, I am going to miss Will. We have a lot of fun together making guns and flares even if it does result in a small fire. We also work outside together a lot. We don't always get a lot done when we're together but it's fun. So far my favorite memory is getting him all muddy. After we unloaded the hay we had a bunch of leftover leafy stuff in the bed of the truck so we always just go on a back road and drive really fast to get it all out. We could just sweep it out but that's not as fun. While doing this he usually stands on the outside of the truck on the step rail holding to the hand hold inside with the window down. There were some great mud holes on the way and I couldn't resist myself. He didn't see them until too late so he couldn't just jump inside the window. He was absolutely covered! It was quite the sight. Later my dad saw his baby (the truck) all covered in mud so I got chastised but it was totally worth it!
On tuesday, I went to spokane/ coeur d'lane for the 8th grade trip. I felt kind of wierd being a chaperone because I honestly wasn't in middle school too long ago, and all the other chaperones were parents and old! Oh my goodness those kids are monsters. I got the list of kids I was in charge of and my jaw dropped. They gave me the worst 3 boys in the grades plus Will (but Will's a good kid). I was afraid of what I would find while searching their bags. To my relief there was nothing illegal. For the most part the kids behaved on the trip up and while at the place. They did a good job of checking in with me every hour or so. On the bus trip back was when things got interesting. They seperated the boys and girls. I was on the boys bus sitting in the back with all the trouble makers. I could see them look out of the corner of their eyes to see if I was watching. Of course I knew exactly what was going on since I was once one of those kids not as bad granted but still lookin to make trouble. They were jumping all over eachother, hitting eachother, playing with whoopi cushions, squirting invisible ink everywhere, making obscene gestures through the windows to the girls' bus, etc. But don't you worry- I laid down the law and got those kids straightened out. All of the other chaperones where in the front of the bus chattin away except for one. She was my 1st grade teacher and she sat in the middle. I could tell that she was worried for me. She helped out when she could, but I had it all handled. Overall, it was an interesting experience. I don't know if I would do it again, but it was good for me.
Yesterday while riding I made some new friends. Jake and I were just heading out of the neighborhood when we ran into two dogs coming back into the neighborhood. They had already been out for their morning stroll but turned around and decided to follow us. One dog who I named Sally Sue was a big black and white husky looking dog. Her buddy was a short blonde yappy ankle bitting type of dog. I named him Runt. At first, Jake was really irritated and didn't like them at all, so he kicked at them when they got too close. After a little while, he started to like them. They kept following us. I was hoping that at some point they would get tired and go home, but they didn't. They followed us for hours! Jake and I were covering a lot of ground too. It was interesting getting the whole herd of us across the highway. With Jake I can just dart across but with the other two I had to keep calling them back to keep them from getting ran over and then herd them across when there was a big enough break in traffic. They followed us for about 3 hrs until they finally got tired and gave up. Somewhere all the way across Burbank they laid down in someone's yard until a tree. When I got home, I decided I would grab the truck and go find them. My mom didn't approve of my actions because she didn't know if they were nice or not and she had zero sympathy for their owners because they should have kept them locked up. I reassured her that they were sweet little beasts and they were my buddies. I found them right about where I lost them a few hours before. I whistled and Runt came a runnin. I grabbed him and chucked him in the back seat. Sally Sue was a little more hesitant but I quickly won her over and she hopped on in. Sally Sue sat proudly in the backseat with her head between the two front seats and breathed and drooled all over me. Gross! Runt snuggled up in my lap and rested his head on my arm. To my relief Runt had a dog tag. As it turns out they lived just down the street from me. I called my mom and told her the address. Being the mail carrier, she knew exactly which house. They were in our ward. I don't know them because they have moved in since I have been away at school. She said she was so happy that I went to find them because they truly are beloved family pets and the family would have been devastated. I dropped them off at home but no one was home so I took them around back and gave them some water. I made sure to shut the gate properly so they would squeeze out again. Apprently, my mom left them a voicemail letting them know their darlings were home safe. The father called back to thank me. If he had seen me in person, I'm sure he would have given me a big ol hug.
Overall life is great. I really enjoy spending time with the family and the animal family. Mostly, I am going to miss Will. We have a lot of fun together making guns and flares even if it does result in a small fire. We also work outside together a lot. We don't always get a lot done when we're together but it's fun. So far my favorite memory is getting him all muddy. After we unloaded the hay we had a bunch of leftover leafy stuff in the bed of the truck so we always just go on a back road and drive really fast to get it all out. We could just sweep it out but that's not as fun. While doing this he usually stands on the outside of the truck on the step rail holding to the hand hold inside with the window down. There were some great mud holes on the way and I couldn't resist myself. He didn't see them until too late so he couldn't just jump inside the window. He was absolutely covered! It was quite the sight. Later my dad saw his baby (the truck) all covered in mud so I got chastised but it was totally worth it!
Sunday, May 31, 2009
Home
Day 1 Sunday May 31st
I awake this morning at 6:30 am to my mother singing some hideous to the ears song entitled "wakey wackey wackey wakey". I was then informed that the animals needed to be taken care of. Will and I took the horses down to the pump house pasture and then came back and took care of the lambs. Once our animal husbandry was over we preceeded to the yard. We cleaned up here and there, carried rocks, and raked up branches. Around 9 am, we hopped in the shower to clean ourselves up to go see grandma in Spokane or in becky's terms spo-cane. My grandma was as crazy as usual. She caught us up on all the family gossip and exhausted us with her usual negative backstabbing attitude. Oh how I love that woman, no really I do. While in Spokane, we went out to Chinese food. It was delicious! I felt bad for all the tables around us because my grandma was on a roll and talking crap about everyone. It didn't take long to clear that place out. We arrived home around 8. We fetched the horses from the pump house and then fed the rest of the animals. After our chores were done, Will and I made a home made gun from metal piping, gun powder, tissue paper, lots of duct tape, and marbles. Will drove the van down to the wildlife refuge where there was lots of water just in case anything went wrong. We set everything up and of course anything that could go wrong went wrong. The gun backfired and started a fire in the dead dry plants. We quickly ran over and tried to stomp it out as best we could. We then found some buckets in the car and ran down to the ponds quick to load up with water. It was a close call but the fire was all put out. I returned home covered in ash and smelling like smoke. Our parents just chuckled a little and looked the other way; no questions were asked. That's probably for the best.
I awake this morning at 6:30 am to my mother singing some hideous to the ears song entitled "wakey wackey wackey wakey". I was then informed that the animals needed to be taken care of. Will and I took the horses down to the pump house pasture and then came back and took care of the lambs. Once our animal husbandry was over we preceeded to the yard. We cleaned up here and there, carried rocks, and raked up branches. Around 9 am, we hopped in the shower to clean ourselves up to go see grandma in Spokane or in becky's terms spo-cane. My grandma was as crazy as usual. She caught us up on all the family gossip and exhausted us with her usual negative backstabbing attitude. Oh how I love that woman, no really I do. While in Spokane, we went out to Chinese food. It was delicious! I felt bad for all the tables around us because my grandma was on a roll and talking crap about everyone. It didn't take long to clear that place out. We arrived home around 8. We fetched the horses from the pump house and then fed the rest of the animals. After our chores were done, Will and I made a home made gun from metal piping, gun powder, tissue paper, lots of duct tape, and marbles. Will drove the van down to the wildlife refuge where there was lots of water just in case anything went wrong. We set everything up and of course anything that could go wrong went wrong. The gun backfired and started a fire in the dead dry plants. We quickly ran over and tried to stomp it out as best we could. We then found some buckets in the car and ran down to the ponds quick to load up with water. It was a close call but the fire was all put out. I returned home covered in ash and smelling like smoke. Our parents just chuckled a little and looked the other way; no questions were asked. That's probably for the best.
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
It's official!
From here on out, I shall be known as Reverend Paige Neuenschwander. That's right I can now officiate weddings, baptisms, etc. because I'm an ordained minister!!! When I actually have money, I will order my certificate and hang it on the wall. I have the perfect spot picked out.
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
New life
Feliz Cinco de Mayo pussygato. The other day we (lana and I) were watching speedy gonzalez and absolutely loved it when they called the cats pussygatos. Ho ho so clever. Being the great roommate that I am, I brought home ingredients to make taco wagon style tacos today. They were delicious if I do say so myself. Lana even made up a song in broken spanish about cinco de mayo. I also cut through the tip of my fingernail with one of her ridiculously sharp knives. I couldn't believe it especially since my nails are super thick!
For the first time ever I'm changing my major. I have decided that I need a major that I can do something with once I graduate. Exercise Science is not that major. I'm changing my major to athletic training or in other words sports medicine. It's basically the same thing but more practical. I'm also considering just double majoring since they are so similar. I have to apply for this major which stinks because I will be set back a semester, but it will be worth it. Today, I got into my intro to athletic training class that I have been trying to get into for-ev-er! School wise things are looking up. Today, was my second day of my CNA class. Oh my goodness it is soooooo boring. It takes the instructor 5 hrs a day to say things she could say in 15 mins or less. It's so frustrating. Most of the things we talk about is just common sense or I have already learned about in my pre-med classes. Yeah that's right pre-med at BYU! I'm getting the feeling that I'm slightly over qualified for this course. The upside is that I wrote a letter to a missionary today, practiced writing left handed, drew LOTS of pictures, and now know that I can count backwards from 10,000 several times. I'm trying to think of activities to do for tomorrow. Would it be rude to bring in a coloring book? Anyways, the house life is awesome! The ward is... awesome! Most importantly the roommate is... awesome! Also, we get to take our garbage can out to the road today yeah that's right our garbage can, we are legit now.
For the first time ever I'm changing my major. I have decided that I need a major that I can do something with once I graduate. Exercise Science is not that major. I'm changing my major to athletic training or in other words sports medicine. It's basically the same thing but more practical. I'm also considering just double majoring since they are so similar. I have to apply for this major which stinks because I will be set back a semester, but it will be worth it. Today, I got into my intro to athletic training class that I have been trying to get into for-ev-er! School wise things are looking up. Today, was my second day of my CNA class. Oh my goodness it is soooooo boring. It takes the instructor 5 hrs a day to say things she could say in 15 mins or less. It's so frustrating. Most of the things we talk about is just common sense or I have already learned about in my pre-med classes. Yeah that's right pre-med at BYU! I'm getting the feeling that I'm slightly over qualified for this course. The upside is that I wrote a letter to a missionary today, practiced writing left handed, drew LOTS of pictures, and now know that I can count backwards from 10,000 several times. I'm trying to think of activities to do for tomorrow. Would it be rude to bring in a coloring book? Anyways, the house life is awesome! The ward is... awesome! Most importantly the roommate is... awesome! Also, we get to take our garbage can out to the road today yeah that's right our garbage can, we are legit now.
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