God guide me through this

I heard this phrase from a friend of mine the other day.  She said that whenever she woke up worried and fretting over things she just asked God to guide her through it.  

I have had a whirlwind of a week and it is Monday before noon.

On Friday I got a call from my girlfriend saying a letter had come [she rocks and lets me have my mail sent to her house and then rocks even more to watch out for important pieces I wait for].  The letter was from the school I attend and hopefully contained the answer to my Nursing School application.


And so the celebration continued throughout the weekend [as did the celebration for James and Rachel Page, but that is another beautiful story].

So, I got in and am super jazzed.  

then i read the rest of the letter.

Background checks, drug screening, immunization tracking, cpr card, major medical insurance coverage.  

One would think that the background check and drug screening would be the tough part and the rest would be cake right?

I’m squeaky clean.  So clean in fact, it seems my immunization records disappeared from so much cleanliness.  So according to the county, my university and my school district; I am susceptible to just about everything.  Did they think my parents were crazed hippies or something? How did they believe that I had like two shots in my whole life?!  Also, I am positive that I got one particular series of vaccinations from my high school.  Where is that record?  Vanished.  

So I called my brand spankin’ new general practitioner to schedule a physical and some re-vaccinations.  They said to call them back because their computers were down.  WHAT?!  So I did.  I waited calmly [not so much] and called back just to be told that my new doc was booked up until September and the receptionist’s hands were tied.  I didn’t ask about the hands because sometimes people are into weird stuff but I just asked if I could see anyone else.  So she transferred my call and they didn’t answer.  Psch.

On top of which my insurance is changing so I was wiggin’ about when it would take effect and when I could get proof and waaahwaahwaaaah.

Then I researched a CPR class for health care providers and low and behold it is held smack dab in the middle of my workday.  Biatch.

So I was frettin.  I was wiggin.  I was boohooing.

I called my mom, I cried a little [a lot]. I soaked myself in self-pity and in a moment of need I prayed a little prayer.  Just a baby one and said ‘God, please just guide me through this.’

and you know what happened?  it worked.

Turns out my insurance coverage will likely be way better and should start up immediately.  Within the week.

And I called an urgent care and they made me an appointment with a physician.  Not only will I get a physical and all of my necessary shots, but they’re going to bill it as a doctor’s office, so I won’t pay up the hoohaw for an ‘urgent care visit’.  

Then I called  my work and I told my boss mooner that I got into nursing school and was wiggin.  She was so happy for me.  She was kind and encouraging; then she asked why I was wiggin.  I explained the scheduling issue  with the CPR class this Saturday.  She looked at the schedule and explained to me that I didn’t work this Saturday.  I had requested it off months ago.

You may be asking, why on Earth did I ask for it off?  

I have no idea.  It could have been a mix up after a trip I had planned got pushed back or maybe I knew I would want one Saturday off just for me, but whatever the reason, it is free and so am I.  

So I’m off to fill out more paperwork and deliver it to the right entities.  I may also get a coffee and walk my pup, she deserves it.  Then I’ll get tested and vaccinated and investigated galore.  But its okay.

God is guiding me through it.  As simple as that.  

Box of Awesome

I organized my workstation today.  I hammered and affixed and unpacked.   Once all of the pieces came together it was time to decorate.  So I pulled out my hatbox.

My hatbox contains a mishmash of past goodies.  There are ticket stubs from concerts, museums, comedy shows, plane/train/bus rides;  there are greeting cards filled with warm and fuzzy messages; there are some old photos tucked in there too.  I’m pretty sure the photo above contains a four year old me in a sweet petticoat. [my mom has tried to explain to me that the petticoat look was “in”, but I’m pretty sure my sister and I are the only ones whose childhood photos look like they’re from Little House on the Prairie.] [I must say I kind of love it especially since scenes from the book On the Banks of Plum Creek was my reoccurring daydream growing up.]

I love this box.  I reread messages from friends and family and refelt all of the goodness each one contained.  I also got to reflect on how awesome my loved ones are.  I have one card that I’m pretty sure I will never throw out.  It was given to me for my birthday by B-Dave when we lived together in Pi Phi. There is a picture of a girl on a carousel riding a giant chicken.  It reads “Its your birthday, ride the wild chicken!”

I know it isn’t my birthday, but today, I think I will go ahead and ride the wild chicken.  And I invite you to join me.

Frozen Yogurt

Dang it Yogurt Beach! You are so delicious. You are cool and refreshing. Your ‘low fat’ and ‘gluten free’ labels give me the idea that you are healthy. Like, “Don’t worry about me, Courtney. I’m so healthy! In fact, you shouldn’t even consider me a dessert. No, no, no. I’m more of a light snack. Feel free to fill me up at least 13 oz….”

Delicious frozen jerk. Now I feel like this:


the rules

Yes yes yes.  The rules.
There are many rules in the world of blogging. Well, really there are surprisingly few rules at all, but I am making some up and listing them here.
1. keep it positive.  There is a whole lotta poopoo in the world today.  I love the news, I listen/read/watch it daily and have many opinions on many issues.  This is not the place for those to be shared.  If I spend my time re-reflecting on each piece or worrisome news and writing about it, I will simply go crazy.  And this blog is not the place for that.  If I do go crazy, I have already decided it should occur someplace warm; so I can wander around, survive off of stolen cotton candy from children and sleep cozily under a sun-soaked boardwalk.  Anyways, these topics are important, but they are also personal and a light-hearted blog is not the platform to push opinions on them.
2.  if possible, add a visual.  Words are great.  They express so much, but sometimes the ojos just need a little jazz.  They need some colors to stay interested.  For example, I could tell you I am excited about this new blog or I could do this:
See?  So much more effective.  Notice, I am wearing my work uniform.  A flattering combo of a giant, blue polo and some black bermuda shorts.
3.  wash your hands.  I honestly can’t think of another rule right now, but this is important.  Other people are pretty gross.  Scrub hard!


Hola Blogees.
This is my fresh/new/shiny/perky/smart/funny/stylish blog.  Or something like that.
Really it is a place for me to share my ramblings.  Day to day my mind fills with thoughts that I feel are just SO IMPORTANT!  [examples include: how certain people look more bird than human, why dancing with no skill is much more fun than dancing well (new dance tips included) and hilarious jokes that have kept me laughing days later which are likely not funny at all to anyone but myself…]  Now, realistically speaking…said thoughts are not all that important, but the awareness of their unimportance does not release me of my desire to share them.
Thus, this blog is formed.
I am recycling the title from my travel blog I kept while in Costa Rica.  I hope this too fills with tales of adventure and whimsy.
❤ besos