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Week in the Life Day 7

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

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Week in the Life Day 2

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Week in the Life Day 1

I decided to do Ali Edwards a Week in the Life this year. I've been resisting because my summer's are some incredibly busy and I don't feel like I have time to document a whole week in my life but you know what...whenever I keep saying "I don't have time or I can't" then I miss out on things that I should be doing. So I decided for the sake of posterity and curiosity that I would do it this year. In 20 or 30 years I'm going to look back at this and laugh about how my life is now. I'll probably have a heart-attack over the gas prices but there you go. Something that I will enjoy down the road or my family will. So right now I'm going to post some pics of each day and then once I get my very easy album done I'll post that too.

Pictures: Day 1 (SOTC)

 

 

 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 
 

 
 

 

 

Sunset - 5/25/11

Took this picture because it was so beautiful and I just couldn't not take it. No saturation adjustment, no contrast adjustment SOL picture. I usually get these types of pictures in the early summer when it's not muggy outside.

This was on the way to the house. I loved that swirl of clouds above my house. It looked like a hurricane cloud or something. Kind of scary but cool at the same time. The clouds look pink because it's right before dusk...If you travel up this road to that pile of trees on the right, turn to your left and take a picture you get the very first picture I posted. :)

20 things I'd like to tell my 17 year-old self (that would be 14 years ago)

Got the idea from this blog Elise:

You are not fat, at all, but at some point you will be, don't let this happen.

When your softball coach tells you that you can't do something don't listen. You can too! Make him give you the chance.

You will move out of the state because you want to. Don't be scared.

Spend as much time with Grandma as you can. You don't know how much time will slip away between going to college and getting married, then she'll be gone. (tear)

Working at the gas station will be one of your favorite jobs.

Save your money and spend it on decent clothes instead of wearing what your mother buys you for Christmas. You'll feel much better.

Party more in college. It's worth it.

Take more trips overseas. The Germany trip was your most favorite and you could have done more of them but didn't. It's worth the expense.

Be more social.

Wear a bikini because your body will never look better than it does now. Seriously. You'll never be able to wear one again.

Do more things with your brothers and sisters. They are more fun than you think.

Enjoy the heck out of your life right now it's the easiest it'll ever be.

Buy your own car. It'll make you feel more independent.

Go to the afterprom your Senior year it's more fun than the prom and you missed it.

Never schedule early classes in college. You end up fighting sleep the whole time.

Take more fun classes like Art. Drawing especially.

Date more men in college. There were so many to choose from.

Practice wearing make-up so you don't have so many years of looking like you wear none.

Not wearing skanky clothes was good. You didn't need to flash your goods like a slut.

Only have one credit card. That's all you need. All the store credit cards are nothing but trouble.

Work for a huge accounting firm so you could use your German language skills instead of settling for a small company in the middle of nowhere.

Going to the doctor...

So yesterday I went to the doctor for my annual check-up, not because I wanted to but because they made me. My doctor said that even though I'm 31 and pretty healthy I have to come in and get checked out. Even though I feel good, don't have any headaches or major aches and pains other than normal battle wounds from playing softball (pulled quad, calf and hamstring), kickball (scars from diving for the ball), working out (stomach muscles and quads hurt from working them hard) and just plain walking around (sprained ankle).

So anyway I went in even though I don't want to. time-out. Why is it that life consists of so many things that I have to do that I don't want to do? Shouldn't I be doing more of what I want to do rather than what I have to or am supposed to do? One of lifes big conundrums.

Anywho...so I went in and basically I was in and out in about 30 minutes. Not too shabby if you ask me. I thought for sure I'd be there all day because that's usually the MO of the clinic. You check in and you wait and wait and wait...surrounded by sick people coughing all over the place. Ugh...

I checked in, was weighed (sorry not posting that little tid bit), had my blood pressure and heart rate taken (I dropped 6 points on my blood pressure from last time. I'm at 118/78) pretty friggin' sweet) and shot the breeze with the nurse who happens to be a friend of the family. My parents have known her and her husband since I was born. I make fun of her husband at the beer gardens during the fair. ha ha

Anyway, so then the Dr. comes in and asks me the standard questions. 1. How are you feeling? good 2. Do you smoke? nope 3. Any headaches or changes? nope I feel pretty good.

So then he says the dreaded sentence that I just hate, "Okay, I'm going to leave the room now. Strip down from the waist down and I'll be right back with the nurse."

Ugh...I hate this part. Why oh why...you seriously probably are gagging after reading this but every woman experiences this so why not just talk about it. It's normal, well relatively speaking, and a complete annoyance.

You are naked from the waist down sitting up on that damn padded bench with the paper under your naked ass and a sheet which is basically like tissue paper covering your naked private parts. Oh yeah! (notice the extreme sarcasm). It's like you are on a shrine sitting above everyone with tissue paper covering your parts that few ever see.

Then you have some man that you basically see once a year and a nurse you see once a year looking at your private parts like they do it all the time. And you're laying up there with a cool draft and some metal instruments down there with a man you barely now. It's insane and a bit gross. Last year he said to me, "Do you have any questions?" to which I replied, "Nope, let's just get this over with."

So anyway, that's enough of that but I will stop with this one thought. My nurse, it turns out, knows me. Yep, she does. She houses a player from our local jr. league hockey club so she sees me at the hockey games all the time. Lovely. Now every time I see her all I'm going to be able to think about is that she's seen my womanly parts. ugh...

Yes ladies I know this is a part of being a female and it's worse if you have babies because everyone sees it but hey, I can bitch about this if I want to because it's not fun and I hate it.