April 27, 2010
Up to 447 Views!
Serendipitously 447 views....
The first 4 stands for... The date Brett and I broke up in High School (I have a pretty good memory, for better or worse)What date is that? February 4th, 1998.
The Second 4 stands for - The date Brett and I got engaged, June 4th, 2006.
The 7 stand for ... the date Brett and I got married 7/7/07...
More importantly, I would just like to thank everyone for viewing my blog, friends and family. I have actually had a few extraneous people contact me that googled the University of San Francisco, or my name from friends of friends who are looking into going into nursing school, to a friend I made at school who is my "voice twin," as she calls it. Yes people, I am important and people love me. Kidding...
I know Harpo productions is retiring this year, as my dream was ALWAYS to be on Oprah but Oprah if you are reading, do I have an inspirational story for you(was it bad that it was easier for me to spell her name backwards rather than forwards...?) If that fails, I live across the street from Daniel Steel... although when you live on entire city block, you have lots of "right across the street neighbors." I've thought about going and knocking on her big brass gate (there are about three range rovers, a few Mercedes and a giant GMC Denali in her drive way... all I am sure she has someone drive for her) and selling her my story for a discounted price ;) although I am sure you can't discount this.
I know something will come of this blog, even if it's just me writing and continuing to get emails from people seeking advice on how to get into nursing school :) Or maybe even a book of my own.
The first 4 stands for... The date Brett and I broke up in High School (I have a pretty good memory, for better or worse)What date is that? February 4th, 1998.
The Second 4 stands for - The date Brett and I got engaged, June 4th, 2006.
The 7 stand for ... the date Brett and I got married 7/7/07...
More importantly, I would just like to thank everyone for viewing my blog, friends and family. I have actually had a few extraneous people contact me that googled the University of San Francisco, or my name from friends of friends who are looking into going into nursing school, to a friend I made at school who is my "voice twin," as she calls it. Yes people, I am important and people love me. Kidding...
I know Harpo productions is retiring this year, as my dream was ALWAYS to be on Oprah but Oprah if you are reading, do I have an inspirational story for you(was it bad that it was easier for me to spell her name backwards rather than forwards...?) If that fails, I live across the street from Daniel Steel... although when you live on entire city block, you have lots of "right across the street neighbors." I've thought about going and knocking on her big brass gate (there are about three range rovers, a few Mercedes and a giant GMC Denali in her drive way... all I am sure she has someone drive for her) and selling her my story for a discounted price ;) although I am sure you can't discount this.
I know something will come of this blog, even if it's just me writing and continuing to get emails from people seeking advice on how to get into nursing school :) Or maybe even a book of my own.
April 18, 2010
My first TRI.... or shall I say Try?!!
Yesterday I completed a 1/2 mile swim * 9 mile bike * 3 mile run!!!!! Honestly Insane. My Husband is completing his first IronMan on July 31, which is a 2.4 mile swim * 112 mile bike * 26.2 mile run, makes my effort look like peanut shells on the floor, but it's all relative. So, I started out with a pack of 100 girls in my age group. As we were waiting for our time to start, a girl next to took one look at me and said "Is this your first Tri?" Was it the arms crossed in nervousness, or my white stark face? Neither. She said "You should go get wet first before we start." So with 5 minutes to start, I painfully walked into the Bay. 58 degrees later and with nipples so hard they nearly shreaded my wetsuit, I dunked my head and slipped in a few warm up strokes, although, they barely warmed anything up. So we started. I was fine.. until about 3 minutes into my swim, when the shock wore off and I suddenly realized.. "WHAT IN THE FRUIT CAKE AM I DOING OUT HERE!!!!" Absolute terror rushed over my body and I felt like a piece of steel sinking into the ocean. What was I doing out there. Why hadn't I tried swimming in the bay BEFORE this manuever? What in the hell was I thinking. I can't swim, I feel like I am going NOWHERE fast because there are 50 people in front of me all trying to swim around the same damn booey! I started thinking of escape routes... where are the lifegaurds in the canoes... I need a canoe, find a canoe, get me in a canoe... anxiety and panic are rushing over me... I truely consider stopping at this point, finding a canoe and getting the hell out of this situation... who WILLINGLY does this to themselves? I started paddling over to the left, quasi backstoke (because this is the only way I feel I can breath), away from the mass of yellow swim capped seals. I backstroke to get more air, because I certainly feel as though I cannot breath with this tight ass wetsuit around my neck. I start to swim normal again, and find myself at RELATIVE ease. Suddenly, I look up and I realize I am almost there... I kept trying to center myself, but it's proving to be a challenge with the ocean waves slapping me in the face. I just put my head down and swam.... finally land. I run out of the water, I can't believe what has just happened. It was like a rendition of my car accident ALL over again except I was in the water, and "willingly." I hear Brett yelling for me... and I tell him I had a complete anxiety attack... I want to stop, but he tells me to keep going you're doing great.... (see video clip). The bike and run proved to be a feat! I passed about 25 people on the bike and 6 on the run - no one passed me. Needless to say, it was an amazingly terrifying experience. I just kept thinking to myself, how am I ever going to do an olympic distance tri - which I am signed up for in July. I guess I'll just have to train this time...
April 2, 2010
Good Friday
Brett and I woke up today and decided to run downtown and get a bite to eat together for Breakfast. We walked out our front door, and there was a girl sleeping in the corner of our entry way/doorstep. She appeared homeless and obviously cold. This caught Brett and I both off gaurd as we live in one of the nicest neighborhoods in the city, Pacific Heights. As were we crossing the street, Brett said "That's a first."
I had to get some blood work done downtown for school (in order to be a clinical student nurse). I rode the bus back home and when I returned she was still there. As I walked up to our doorway, I could see her eyes look up at me. I leaned down to ask her if she was ok and if she needed anything. She just wanted a snack, so I ran upstairs, got her some cuties, an apple and some pretzels and a huge glass of OJ, I figured she was probably dehydrated and OJ sounded good to me.
I came back downstairs and handed her her food. I asked her again if she was ok, and if she needed anything else. I really didn't mind that she was on our doorstep, I think she might have been thinking I wanted her to leave. Some people might be offended (or whatever) but I figured she was harmless so I didn't care. Anyhow, I asked her if she was ok, and she said, yes. I said do you need anything else, I would give you money but I don't have cash. She asked for a sweatshirt. I ran back upstairs, and found one of the many sweatshirts I NEVER wear and gave it to her. She seemed very happy.
While I was upstairs, getting her food, I thought about asking her if she wanted to come up and take a shower. I would have if Brett was home, cause I could see something going terribly wrong if it were me here by myself (it's hard enough to be responsible for just me). Its just so disheartening and sad. I know everyone has their own path, but it's just sad.
I asked her her name, she said "Georgia, what's yous?" I said "Gina." She said, "What happened to you voice?" I told her I was in a car accident and you know what, for the FIRST time since it happened, my accident seems like a fart in the wind compared to her life. It's like my accident didn't even compare.
Pray for Georgia.
I had to get some blood work done downtown for school (in order to be a clinical student nurse). I rode the bus back home and when I returned she was still there. As I walked up to our doorway, I could see her eyes look up at me. I leaned down to ask her if she was ok and if she needed anything. She just wanted a snack, so I ran upstairs, got her some cuties, an apple and some pretzels and a huge glass of OJ, I figured she was probably dehydrated and OJ sounded good to me.
I came back downstairs and handed her her food. I asked her again if she was ok, and if she needed anything else. I really didn't mind that she was on our doorstep, I think she might have been thinking I wanted her to leave. Some people might be offended (or whatever) but I figured she was harmless so I didn't care. Anyhow, I asked her if she was ok, and she said, yes. I said do you need anything else, I would give you money but I don't have cash. She asked for a sweatshirt. I ran back upstairs, and found one of the many sweatshirts I NEVER wear and gave it to her. She seemed very happy.
While I was upstairs, getting her food, I thought about asking her if she wanted to come up and take a shower. I would have if Brett was home, cause I could see something going terribly wrong if it were me here by myself (it's hard enough to be responsible for just me). Its just so disheartening and sad. I know everyone has their own path, but it's just sad.
I asked her her name, she said "Georgia, what's yous?" I said "Gina." She said, "What happened to you voice?" I told her I was in a car accident and you know what, for the FIRST time since it happened, my accident seems like a fart in the wind compared to her life. It's like my accident didn't even compare.
Pray for Georgia.
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