It has been over a full year since I posted on this blog. It seems that I really could use an outlet to vent. This may just be the perfect way.
First of all what has happened in the last year?
We have a new baby, Victoria Olivia and she is almost 8 months old.
I still do not have a motorcycle.
I am still in school and a few more semesters from med school
I have become completely complacent at work, nothing truly exciting has happened lately.
I am tired as usual, twelve credit hours of school, 48 hours of work, and all of other things that take up my time.
I am hoping to waste ten minutes a day blogging, not that anyone really reads it, but hey if you're bored, check out my tweets on twitter, I can knock them out by phone.
Friday, November 13, 2009
Monday, October 13, 2008
How I spent my Saturday
Saturday was a great day. I went to get my kids at 9 am. We came home played for a few minutes and went to the grocery store. Harrison and Krista did amazing, they shared pushing the cart, and they didn’t fight, and helped me do the self-checkout.
MacDonald’s: This is usually a chore, ordering two big kids meals and figuring out what I want. But for the second time today my kids did very well. Not fighting sat patiently and ate.
The Children’s Museum of Pueblo
Our next stop for the day was the museum. At the prodding of my wife, I challenged myself and took my ten year old Autistic son and seven year old daughter to a hands on museum. Krista ate this up. There were lots of arts and crafts for her to do. I must say that for years now I have tried to make my daughter be extremely happy with coming to see me. She loved this she said that was her favorite thing ever. I was shocked. I will truly remember the look on her face when she said it.
Home to play the Wii
Harrison, my ten year old, loves video games. I own a Wii, not many games, but enough to keep him entertained. You have to stand up most of time; it involves physical exercise most of the time. This is a great thing for him. He loves it, and it is his favorite thing to do with dad.
All in all the day with my kids was great.
Dy-Anne and I stayed up most of the night to play the Wii after taking the kids home to their mom. We played Mario Party 8 for like three or four hours. This game is just plain fun. I am probably better at video games, in general, but this game keeps things interesting. She stands a chance, the skills she has are amazing. There is no way to let her win. She does it herself.
MacDonald’s: This is usually a chore, ordering two big kids meals and figuring out what I want. But for the second time today my kids did very well. Not fighting sat patiently and ate.
The Children’s Museum of Pueblo
Our next stop for the day was the museum. At the prodding of my wife, I challenged myself and took my ten year old Autistic son and seven year old daughter to a hands on museum. Krista ate this up. There were lots of arts and crafts for her to do. I must say that for years now I have tried to make my daughter be extremely happy with coming to see me. She loved this she said that was her favorite thing ever. I was shocked. I will truly remember the look on her face when she said it.
Home to play the Wii
Harrison, my ten year old, loves video games. I own a Wii, not many games, but enough to keep him entertained. You have to stand up most of time; it involves physical exercise most of the time. This is a great thing for him. He loves it, and it is his favorite thing to do with dad.
All in all the day with my kids was great.
Dy-Anne and I stayed up most of the night to play the Wii after taking the kids home to their mom. We played Mario Party 8 for like three or four hours. This game is just plain fun. I am probably better at video games, in general, but this game keeps things interesting. She stands a chance, the skills she has are amazing. There is no way to let her win. She does it herself.
Friday, October 10, 2008
Suicide Screening Program
Teen mental health and suicide screening programs
www.TeenScreen.org
by Google ads
i went to check out my newest blog, I went right to my page and found this ad on it. What intuitive ad genius thinks my blog is read by any teenager, or parent that has a teen who is suicidal?
Is Google hinting to me about something?
Teen mental health and suicide screening programs
www.TeenScreen.org
by Google ads
i went to check out my newest blog, I went right to my page and found this ad on it. What intuitive ad genius thinks my blog is read by any teenager, or parent that has a teen who is suicidal?
Is Google hinting to me about something?
week in review
My week in review
Sunday I went out drinking. I did not get totally plastered, and did not end up throwing up. Pretty good night since I was out with a drinking pro. By pro I mean, a guy who can drink Guinness like no other.
Monday, let me just say it was a hangover type day, I skipped all of my classes. I accomplished nothing of importance. I did make it to work.
At work Monday night: Six calls, conveniently spaced out to not allow any sleep. None of those calls were truly notable.
Tuesday, I quickly realized that skipping a math class is hazardous to your grade and the overall goal of passing the class. I recovered by weeks end. I also had a lab and fortunately we reviewed all the stuff I missed.
Tuesday night. While at work, I managed to nap for about five hours. This was a good thing. I had a headache that I can say was caused by lack of sleep. The calls were rather boring but one stands out. Diabetic, Drunk, liver failure, hypertension, general weakness, and through all of it, I determined that he was having a stroke. Not to brag but something in my head said that he was way more jacked up than a hypoglycemic.
Wednesday, made it to all four classes as scheduled. Surprised math instructor by getting 10/10 on a quiz. This is an achievement for me, as I have not had a real math class in over fifteen years. My linguistics class was next, and I was called a terrorist again, for ruining the curve. If Obama can hang out with a terrorist, so can my all my friends. I digress, my bio class was a review (see Monday) I needed all the review I could get.
In between classes on Wednesday, I met up with my wife, she had a nice little ultrasound and blood test, and thus far, Baby Wags is doing fine. He/she will probably make an appearance in April 09. The ultrasound tech showed us how the baby wouldn’t really hold still. Just like me, I don’t sit still well
No work Wednesday. I will make up for that on Sunday night.
Thursday. I successfully got a night of decent sleep and made it to my one class to take a lab practicum. In other words, they wanted to test my knowledge of simple biology stuff. If I failed this, truck-driving school is an option (trust me, I did not fail).
Awoke Friday to realize that I had only done half of my homework for linguistics. Went to campus early to get it done and print it out. My handwriting sucks so I try to type or print everything instead, less torture for teachers. I survived all three classes that day and probably didn’t bomb a bio midterm.
Friday night, I climbed into my Paramedic costume and got paid to watch a football game. Two high schools, big crowd, some rivalry, they fought for a cannon, yes a cannon. No kidding, a real, light fuse, cannon go boom cannon. It may be the closest some of those students may get to a real firearm, legally that is. To the winner, a cannon. WTH, I’m surprised that the game wasn’t sponsored by the NRA.
It is now Saturday, and at that, it is a Saturday with my two kids. I’m quite sure that the day will involve a MacDonald’s, my Nintendo Wii, and potentially swimming at the Y.
I am heading off to sleep. No wonder I am exhausted, this was a busy week.
Sunday I went out drinking. I did not get totally plastered, and did not end up throwing up. Pretty good night since I was out with a drinking pro. By pro I mean, a guy who can drink Guinness like no other.
Monday, let me just say it was a hangover type day, I skipped all of my classes. I accomplished nothing of importance. I did make it to work.
At work Monday night: Six calls, conveniently spaced out to not allow any sleep. None of those calls were truly notable.
Tuesday, I quickly realized that skipping a math class is hazardous to your grade and the overall goal of passing the class. I recovered by weeks end. I also had a lab and fortunately we reviewed all the stuff I missed.
Tuesday night. While at work, I managed to nap for about five hours. This was a good thing. I had a headache that I can say was caused by lack of sleep. The calls were rather boring but one stands out. Diabetic, Drunk, liver failure, hypertension, general weakness, and through all of it, I determined that he was having a stroke. Not to brag but something in my head said that he was way more jacked up than a hypoglycemic.
Wednesday, made it to all four classes as scheduled. Surprised math instructor by getting 10/10 on a quiz. This is an achievement for me, as I have not had a real math class in over fifteen years. My linguistics class was next, and I was called a terrorist again, for ruining the curve. If Obama can hang out with a terrorist, so can my all my friends. I digress, my bio class was a review (see Monday) I needed all the review I could get.
In between classes on Wednesday, I met up with my wife, she had a nice little ultrasound and blood test, and thus far, Baby Wags is doing fine. He/she will probably make an appearance in April 09. The ultrasound tech showed us how the baby wouldn’t really hold still. Just like me, I don’t sit still well
No work Wednesday. I will make up for that on Sunday night.
Thursday. I successfully got a night of decent sleep and made it to my one class to take a lab practicum. In other words, they wanted to test my knowledge of simple biology stuff. If I failed this, truck-driving school is an option (trust me, I did not fail).
Awoke Friday to realize that I had only done half of my homework for linguistics. Went to campus early to get it done and print it out. My handwriting sucks so I try to type or print everything instead, less torture for teachers. I survived all three classes that day and probably didn’t bomb a bio midterm.
Friday night, I climbed into my Paramedic costume and got paid to watch a football game. Two high schools, big crowd, some rivalry, they fought for a cannon, yes a cannon. No kidding, a real, light fuse, cannon go boom cannon. It may be the closest some of those students may get to a real firearm, legally that is. To the winner, a cannon. WTH, I’m surprised that the game wasn’t sponsored by the NRA.
It is now Saturday, and at that, it is a Saturday with my two kids. I’m quite sure that the day will involve a MacDonald’s, my Nintendo Wii, and potentially swimming at the Y.
I am heading off to sleep. No wonder I am exhausted, this was a busy week.
Saturday, October 4, 2008
Getting on my shit list.
I usually ignore stuff that bugs me. If I didn"t, I would simply go insane and probably quit my job. That not being an option, I try to ignore stuff.
This is a long story so please bear with me.
This is not the weekend that we have my wife's kids, it is also not the weekend where I get to see mine. This being said, it should be a nice simple weekend without stress, without swim lessons to drag kids to, no little wrecking crews to mess up the already cluttered house. Now did I have plans for this weekend? Not really, maybe a short trip to the mountains to have some fun outside the aforementioned cluttered house.
Thinking that sleeping in was an option, i tried. THis was ruined by a phone call. Not even a phone call to me. It was to my wonderful wife. It was from her ex. His schedule including taking his kids to swimming lessons, and spending time with them. He called to say that he was a failing them. He took an extra shift at his work.
Timeout!!!!!
Yes I do take extra shifts, I work a lot, but NEVER when I am scheduled to see my kids, never if I planned ahead and had something else to do. I may only see my kids every two weeks, but without fail, unless I am truly sick, I see my kids and do things with them.
Back to story....
He had known for over four weeks that his kids were enrolled in swim lessons on four consecutive Saturdays, we planned to take them THREE out of FOUR. He was responsible for one fn weekend. ONE out of Four.
Some shit about and I am paraphrasing here "he forgot to switch over, SCREW it I cannot even publish his bullshit here.
To get to the heart of this story, if anything in this world pisses me off, it is lying, it is not doing what you say you are hoing to do.
Rules to live by Promise litte, but keep those that you make.
Is that not simple enough?
Okay not feeling any better, but I promised myself that I would blog more and what better motivator than anger.
This is a long story so please bear with me.
This is not the weekend that we have my wife's kids, it is also not the weekend where I get to see mine. This being said, it should be a nice simple weekend without stress, without swim lessons to drag kids to, no little wrecking crews to mess up the already cluttered house. Now did I have plans for this weekend? Not really, maybe a short trip to the mountains to have some fun outside the aforementioned cluttered house.
Thinking that sleeping in was an option, i tried. THis was ruined by a phone call. Not even a phone call to me. It was to my wonderful wife. It was from her ex. His schedule including taking his kids to swimming lessons, and spending time with them. He called to say that he was a failing them. He took an extra shift at his work.
Timeout!!!!!
Yes I do take extra shifts, I work a lot, but NEVER when I am scheduled to see my kids, never if I planned ahead and had something else to do. I may only see my kids every two weeks, but without fail, unless I am truly sick, I see my kids and do things with them.
Back to story....
He had known for over four weeks that his kids were enrolled in swim lessons on four consecutive Saturdays, we planned to take them THREE out of FOUR. He was responsible for one fn weekend. ONE out of Four.
Some shit about and I am paraphrasing here "he forgot to switch over, SCREW it I cannot even publish his bullshit here.
To get to the heart of this story, if anything in this world pisses me off, it is lying, it is not doing what you say you are hoing to do.
Rules to live by Promise litte, but keep those that you make.
Is that not simple enough?
Okay not feeling any better, but I promised myself that I would blog more and what better motivator than anger.
Friday, October 3, 2008
Wow it"s been awhile
Ok, I am getting the hang of my classes and work. Might actually have time to work on some blogging, but by far twitter is so much easier.
I am setting a goal of trying to post a blog here once a week from now on.
Smartly looking at the post date, it has been over two months since last post. Not that I have anything really interesting to say. Heck work is work, school is school, and life is life.
Work: I was named the employee of the month. For those who know anything about me, hell must have frozen over, I even got a compliment for dealing with a potentially hostile patient at our local state hospital. I've been working a lot and someone must have noticed. I am shooting for the fact that it was just my turn. I am not the model employee. I was just hoping to show up, do my job and go home. Wanting the paycheck every two weeks or so.
School. Since last post, I have enrolled in classes for Pre-Med. Yes I already have a few degrees under my belt but nothing that comes close to what a decent med school is looking for. So I am in classes with a bunch of young teens and twenty somethings that have no life experience, but could probably drink me under the table. I am kicking ass in most of my classes, but struggling with math. Heck my math is still better than those dumbasses who ran Fanni Mae and Freddie into the ground.
Life: Dy is the love of my life, we don't get to see each other much but year two of marriage is going fine. My kids are good, still with their mom in Colorado Springs an hour away. No social life what so ever, but maybe going out with the boys this weekend to get stupid and find out if I can drink more than one without wanting to go to sleep.
That's a quick little look into my life as it is now.
Twitter direct or email, I might need a reminder to blog more often.
I am setting a goal of trying to post a blog here once a week from now on.
Smartly looking at the post date, it has been over two months since last post. Not that I have anything really interesting to say. Heck work is work, school is school, and life is life.
Work: I was named the employee of the month. For those who know anything about me, hell must have frozen over, I even got a compliment for dealing with a potentially hostile patient at our local state hospital. I've been working a lot and someone must have noticed. I am shooting for the fact that it was just my turn. I am not the model employee. I was just hoping to show up, do my job and go home. Wanting the paycheck every two weeks or so.
School. Since last post, I have enrolled in classes for Pre-Med. Yes I already have a few degrees under my belt but nothing that comes close to what a decent med school is looking for. So I am in classes with a bunch of young teens and twenty somethings that have no life experience, but could probably drink me under the table. I am kicking ass in most of my classes, but struggling with math. Heck my math is still better than those dumbasses who ran Fanni Mae and Freddie into the ground.
Life: Dy is the love of my life, we don't get to see each other much but year two of marriage is going fine. My kids are good, still with their mom in Colorado Springs an hour away. No social life what so ever, but maybe going out with the boys this weekend to get stupid and find out if I can drink more than one without wanting to go to sleep.
That's a quick little look into my life as it is now.
Twitter direct or email, I might need a reminder to blog more often.
Friday, August 1, 2008
BLOG THE RECESSION
Ok. So not even with permission of my husband I have taken the liberty to guest post today.
The burned out paramedic is working so much overtime these days in an attempt to not have to decide between food and fuel. Here is a good example of the unnatural hours all paramedics work to be able to live a decent life.
Here are the hours worked this last week:
Sunday: off
Monday: 7pm-7am
Tuesday: 7pm-7am
Wednesday: 8am-4pm and 7pm-7am
Thursday: Scheduled from 1pm-5pm but had to call off after working pretty much 36 hours with no sleep-- 7pm-7am
Friday: 7am-11am and noon to 11pm
Saturday: 10am -3pm
Somewhere in there I do remember him sleeping and maybe even us eating dinner together.
My point in this is with both of us going back to school this fall and only my burned out paramedic keeping his full time job the recession is going to hit us even more then it has previously. So I am taking the advice of Motherhood Uncensored and we are going to blog the recession.
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