Day 124: Little Miracle, Big Comedian

Aha:

I had NO DESIRE to go to work today. I wasn't feeling great to start but Mondays are just not my favorite day. It took me a while to get out of bed but I managed. Then when I got to work I was really distracted and blue till about 11am. I went into the bathroom and said a prayer, asking Heavenly Father to help me through my day. When I got back to my desk I felt refreshed and encouraged. My day improved (so did my health) and before I new it the day was over and I was headed home.

So thankful for these types of quickly responded to blessings. :)

Haha:

I just overheard Clinton talking with his mom about a patient he had who accidentally hit himself in the shin with a hammer. He didn't break anything but had a hard calcification under the skin (pretty painful).

Anyway, Clinton, in his best bedside manner said to the patient, "You know, there's been a lot of research about this actually and they say you really shouldn't be hitting yourself with hammers."

And then he started laughing.

His mom asked what the patient said and apparently he wasn't too impressed. lol

Day 120: All in a Day's Drive

Aha:

I work outside the city limits in a sort of industrial area. The roads are perfectly straight and surrounded by fields, yet for some reason, the speed limit is 50/kph (30/mph). Nobody observes this speed and you'll usually coast along going about 80kph (50mph).

Well, I had to leave work for a doctors appointment and began my usual clip down the road of 80kph...that is until I saw the flashing lights and someone pulled over up the road a little ways.

That poor ticketed sap could have been me, but fortunately I left work just a tidbit late. I am so thankful I saw the warning today so I avoid a ticket in the future.

Phew!!

Haha:

Clinton was cut off by a school bus today. In frustration he looked up at the back of the bus to give it a good harrumph and was caught off guard by the scene before him.

He said he looked up and, out of that big window they have in the backs of busses, he saw a shorts-covered crotch plastered against the window; the legs in a V-shape up in the air.

He said all he could do was laugh and think, "What the heck is going on in THAT bus?!" Lol

Day119: Comfort and Chuckles

Aha:

I was talking to a friend of mine today about fear and how it seems there's always someone put in your life who's been through something similar to help you through it.

We both agreed that it's typically not fate that brings people together, but a watchful and mindful Father in Heaven.

I am thankful for the people who have been placed in my life at various times when I needed help or reassurance or a good laugh or cry. And I'm most especially thankful for a loving god who sent them to me.

Haha:

Yesterday I mentioned to Clinton that we never gave Peter a middle name.

He: Sure we did.

Me: No, it's just Peter Logan.

He: Let's see, how about Peter Poodle Logan?

Me: (laughing)

He: Or it could be, Peter Hogan Logan.

Me: (laughing)

Both great options, but I think well just stick with no middle name. :)

Day 113: Grinding

Aha:

I bought a night guard a week ago after many people recommended I do so. I wasn't aware of any clenching or grinding of my teeth but I didn't know what else to do to combat my TMJ.

Well, I've been using it every night and I can close my jaw all the way again and the pain has decreased rather significantly. To top it off, I woke up Thursday morning to a squeaking sound. It took me a moment to realize the sound was coming from me; I was grinding my teeth (thank goodness I had my guard in). I don't know if I was grinding cause I had my guard in or if it was grinding that made me need the guard in the first place. Either way, it was worth the $35 at Walmart and I'm feeling so much better already!

Haha:

When I was little I had a really bad teeth grinding problem. It was so bad in fact that my grinding would wake up my sleeping family members in their bedrooms—through closed doors!

I tell ya, it's a miracle I have teeth at all!

Day 105: Nap and Crap

Aha:

I took my lunch break today and had every intention to go for a nice walk, but my nice warm car—with the reclining seats—called out to me louder. I had a nice almost-nap and enjoyed the cool breeze blowing through my toasty car. What a lovely oasis in the middle of my day!

Haha:

Clinton and I took Petey out for a walk, in this gorgeous weather we're having, and noticed this sign for the first time today.

What's with all the lawyer talk? Keep it simple: "Dog crap must be picked up immediately."

The people who aren't following the rules likely don't have the smarts to understand this sign in the first place! Ha!

Day 101: Rise and Whine

Aha:
I had to have some lab work done today as a walk-in. The clinic opened at 7am and was about 10 minutes from my house. I woke up at 6am and was out the door by 630am. Clinton asked why I was leaving so early and I told him I didn't want to have to wait in line all day. Good thing I left early!
When I got there one gentleman was already in line (that made me #2). Right after I got in line another man came. Within 10 minutes there were about 10 people in line, and by 7am that number about doubled.
When I finished my labs 40 minutes later, I came into the waiting room and it was absolutely PACKED!
It stunk a little to get up so early on a Saturday, but getting in-and-out was totally worth it! Plus, I had a great two-hour nap this afternoon, so it's all good. :)

Haha:
I think (wink, wink) I've mentioned this before, but our landlords do anything but "own" their property. We still have maintenance issues that have yet to be addressed and the things that have been were done very shoddily. We continue to find problems on a regular basis--take today for example.
Clinton went out to get the electric mower to mow our yard. He was outside for a while but I didn't hear the mower. He came back in and grabbed his tools. Again, he was outside for quite some time but I never heard the mower. When he came back in I followed up.
Me: Lemme guess, it's broken?
He: Well, it's starting to work, I think...but yes, it's broken.
Me: Big shocker.
Well, he went back outside to work on it some more and I joined him. First of all, the thing was held together by duct-tape and a couple of the cables were burnt to a crisp and the motor had corrosion on it as well. I asked him if this was going to be fixable and he wasn't sure. He tried a few things and nothing seemed to be working. Finally when he thought it might work, he carefully plugged the mower in.
Drum roll, please....insert random ticking sound...and black smoke from the motor! Ha!
He: Uh, yah, I don't think this thing is going to work.
Me: I don't think so.
LOL, oh man, this rental is a joke!

Day 92: Call Me Poopular

Aha:
I had a phone interview for a fairly prestigious position in the Oncology Department at the Tom Baker Cancer Centre here in Calgary. It was kind of weird to hear the interviewer use words I am so very familiar with since working in oncology at MCW. The job sounds rather great but as I was talking with the lady I just kept thinking about my current job and how content I am in it. The pay would be quite a bit more and I'm pretty sure I'd be offered it, but I just don't think I even want to consider leaving where I am. The commute sorta stinks for both jobs but at my current job I already know I really like the people and the work. Plus, it's only for six months anyway.
This call was kind of a blessing in disguise cause I feel like it really put in to perspective what I want and what I have. I want a happy and friendly place to work that keeps me busy and interested...and I have that.

Haha:
Conversation between Clinton and I while taking Peter for a walk.
(Peter poops and I bend over to pick it up with a garbage bag)
Clinton: Eat it.
Me: What?
He: Eat it. Eat the pooh.
Me: No! You eat it.
He: No thanks.
Lol.

Day 83: I Got a New Job and it Makes Me Laugh

Aha:
This will be news to most of you that I even needed one in the first place, but I have a new job! It's with a different company doing office administration. I don't know all of the specifics yet but I really liked the people I interviewed with and my job duties are more along the lines of what I like to do. I start on Monday and, to boot, the pay is better as well!
The only crappy thing about it is that now it'll be a while till I can get back home to visit my family. Hopefully they'll be lenient and allow me time off this summer but being the newbie I don't want to be asking for a lot of favors. That being said, friends and family are more than welcome to come see me! At any rate, it's not a forever. I just have to remind myself of that.
I am very thankful for this job and I look forward to loving what I do again!

Haha:
I must be a pretty hot commodity.
I interviewed for this new job yesterday. During my interview I was told they'd be interviewing through the rest of the week. If I hadn't heard from them by Friday, to give them a call.
When I got home from my interview I opened up my email to send them a "thank you" and instead found an email from them telling me I was a top candidate and that I should hear from them more formally by Wednesday.
This morning I got a call from them, offering me the job.
When I texted Clinton to tell him, I just kept laughing to myself. It's crazy how it all happened so fast and it just makes me chuckle to know that people want me that much. Kinda makes me feel special. And I don't know why, but it makes me laugh.

Day 77: I Once Was Lost, But Now Am Found

Aha:

I am thankful for the comfort and peace the Holy Ghost brings. This may come as a surprise (insert sarcasm), but I tend to be a worrier and am easily anxious. Well, when those uncertain times come I am thankful for the companionship I feel from the spirit--reminding me that there is One who knows my concerns and can make things right.

Haha:

I don't know why I do this to myself, but for some reason when I have a little time on my hands I start a new series on Netflix. 

I have watched 8+ episodes of Lost today. I never saw it when it was on and I'm beginning to see why people were so obsessed with it before. 

Why do I do this? I know my chores and social life suffer and yet I can't help myself! Anyway, better get to bed so I can squeeze one more episode in before sleepy time. Ha!

Day 70: Behind the Scenes

Aha:
I just want to say how thankful I am for my friends and family. I know I have people praying for me and sending good vibes my way. Thank you for that. Thank you for thinking of me!

Haha:
OK, this post is TMI but I was shocked, amazed and totally befuddled to the point of laughter; it's too good not to share.
Have you ever heard of the "Ghost Poop" phenomenon? It's when you go poo but when you look in the bowl there's nothing there, and when you wipe there's nothing there either.
Well, World, this happened to me today.
I KNOW I went, but the evidence was totally missing. I literally bent down to peer further into the bowl and couldn't find anything...and I was clean as a whistle. LOL!
Craziest thing. Oh man, I'm still laughing about it! Ha!

Day 69: Sounds That Make You Go Poo

Aha:
It was a close one today.
I was merging from one road onto another and it looked like my lane was dedicated but it wasn't. I continued in my lane and so did the car coming fast beside/behind me in the lane I was driving into (is this making sense?). Anyway, they slammed on their breaks and, rightfully, their horn. I sped up, they slowed down and an accident was somehow avoided.
I got in the far left lane and in my rearview mirror I saw a police car pulling up behind me. No lights. I proceeded with caution to the next signal and noticed the cop car stopped next to me in the right lane. I continued looking forward till I heard the "whoop-whoop" of the alert siren. I looked to my right and the cop had her window rolled down so I rolled mine down too.
"Uh, that was pretty close wouldn't you say?" she asked.
"Yes."
She gave me some advice and then drove away. No ticket.
Meanwhile, I pulled over at the nearest side street and shook like a leaf. Not only was that a close call accident-wise, but it was a close call with the law too.
So thankful I was protected from both potential injuries.

Haha:
Last night I was playing fetch with Peter on the floor. He was really excited and was stepping crazily all over the place. I patted his bum to get him even more excited and he accidentally stepped on his squeaky toy.
Surprised, I reached down to grab it from under him to throw for him to fetch, but there was no squeaky toy. There was no toy. The squeak had come from Peter. And by "come from Peter", I mean the squeaky sound came from his butt!
Clinton and I both just started laughing...and fanning away the air.
What a gross boy.

Day 53: Fast Sundays Are Anything but Fast, but Clinton's Quips Always Are

Aha:

I've never been a very good faster (of food) and I don't do it very often because I typically get pretty awful headaches. Well, I decided I wanted to fast today and sure enough a fairly nauseating headache set in early in the day. Determined to finish my fast I took one ibuprofen and hoped for relief.
Well, if the miracle of relief I received from that one ibuprofen is any indicator of the success I may expect from the prayers associated with my fast, then I'll be one even-more-thankful girl!
I am thankful for prayer. I am thankful for the power it holds to work miracles. And I am thankful that my desire to fast was sustained.

Haha:

Ok, here's what I wrote about today...

***

During sacrament meeting today, I asked Clinton if he could see the backcombing in my hair.

He: No, but your lack of reverence is certainly showing.

Lol

***

And when I asked him if "reverence" was the word he used, he said, "No there's more to the story." Then he took my phone and added in the following. Mind you, he wrote this during Sunday School—blatantly ignoring the spiritual lesson and spirit to be felt therein. :P

***

During sacrament meeting today, I was more focused on my hair than listening to the prayers of the holy sacrament of the Lord God Most High.  I forcibly told my husband to look at my hair and tell me if he could see the backcombing.  He said that there was one spot at the back, so I overtly began trying to comb it out with my fingers.  I commanded Clinton again to tell me if it was showing.  "There's still some showing," he replied.  "Where?!" I snapped. "At the same place where it was before," he gently replied. I angrily began trying to comb my hair with my fingers and then turned the back if my head back towards Clinton (in a rude way).  "Okay, now is anything showing?" I asked.  "Just your lack of reverence," he said, wryly.  

I hate him now more than the day I married him. 

***

Uh...lol!

Day 51: Home Sweet Rental Home

Aha:
Hallelujah we have FINALLY secured a place to rent!

It's a 3BD/2.5 bath house with a full finished basement, fenced backyard and lots of storage space. We feel very fortunate to get this as the vacancy rate here in Calgary is less than 1%. We were selected out of hundreds of hopefuls and we couldn't be happier. Such a blessing! No sharing walls with neighbors ANYMORE!!

Haha:
Our new landlords are an East Indian couple. When I toured the home with the wife we stopped and chatted for a good half-hour. During our conversation I told her how much Clinton and I love Indian food. She candidly said she loves to cook and share...I told her I love when people share and she could cook for me anytime!
Well, Clinton and I met with the husband today to sign the rental agreement. As we were reviewing the forms we'd ask clarifier questions and then continue to read the agreement. After a few minutes, in a very serious voice I said, "Now in looking through this agreement I'm not seeing anything about your wife's offering to bring us food...can that be added?"
The husband looked up, a bit surprised at first, and then started chuckling. "That can just be a verbal agreement.", he said.
Ha! I think we'll get along just fine!

Day 35: Peter Loves the Chase...I, However, Don't

Aha:

Had one of those "HOLY CRAP" moments today when Peter decided to chase a rabbit out of our backyard, through the (opened) side gate, down the street and around the corner. I had no shoes on but bolted after him.

I had no care for my feet and only hoped I wouldn't step on something that would hurt me. I finally caught up to him at the end of the road where the bunny trail apparently went cold.

I grabbed him by the collar (I wasn't about to carry him cause he was covered in mud and I was wearing white) and escorted him back home. My legs and energies were spent when I got home. 

I gave him--and my feet--a bath and then affectionately pet him. I could have lost him!

He could have run off forever or been hit. It was a stupid oversight on my part, but I am so grateful he was kept safe. I'm also thankful that my socked feet received no harm, despite all of the sharp ice and gravel built up over the winter.

HOLY CRAP, I am so thankful to have the conclusion I do have. This post could have been so very different.

Haha:

I had no idea I could move like I did. Despite the fact that I was running for my dog's life, it had to look hilarious! 

Me frantically shouting, "PETER!!! PETER!!!", running down the street in my socks and him so far ahead of me it probably looked like I was chasing something imaginary. Oh dear. Leave it to me to make a lasting impression!

At least I was dressed! HOLY CRAP, this post could have been so very different.

Day 28: I Love Honesty and My Boys

Aha:

I picked up some supper at Subway tonight and took my phone with me cause I had Clinton's order on it. After I paid for our meals I walked around the attached convenience store to buy some soda to go with our food. As I was looking at a couple different flavours, the Subway guy walked right up close to me.

Me: Hi...uh, yes?

He: (looks me in the eye and then holds up his hands right in my face...my phone held out to me like an offering)

Me: Oh my! Thank you!

I had forgotten it at the counter and he kindly, but sorta weirdly, found me and returned it to me.

Thanks awkward Subway guy!

Haha:

Since the place we're staying only has a small double bed for us to sleep in we've resorted to kicking Petey outta our bed and into his own on the floor...ya know, like most normal people do already with their pets.

Anyway, we can't just leave his bed downstairs anymore so we have to bring it down every morning and take it back up every night. To do this, I usually grab Peter in one arm and cram his bed under the other. Clinton on the other hand found a bit of a shortcut...

Poor little boy, how humiliating!