Once upon a time there was girl named Courtney who dreamed of greater things and grand adventures outside of her boring small town. One day she finally decided to take a chance and do what she wanted to do, not what everyone else told her to do. So she packed a bag, hopped a bus and headed to Southern California. Now, the three day bus trip was hell and there were more than a few times she thought she must be insane to be doing this. But not once did she consider turning around.
After many ups and downs and weeks of uncertainty, things were finally working out. She had a place to live, a few friends and was really enjoying her new life. Then one day she met another girl named Shannon, who moved into the apartment downstairs. Shannon and Courtney hit it off and became instant friends, despite their differences. Shannon was a Yankee, Courtney was a southern girl thru and thru. Shannon liked Notorious BIG, Courtney was a 2Pac fan. Shannon drove too fast on base, Courtney hardly ever drove. Shannon worked at a video store, Courtney worked at a drugstore. Shannon ate whoopie pies and drank sweet tea that came in powder form in a can! Courtney ate boiled peanuts and new how to make real sweet tea!
They spent lots of time together and shared many great experiences. They were together for Courtney's maiden trip (and only trip) to Tijuana, Mexico and together for the God awful, but short term, attempt at becoming telemarketers. They set by the pool and tanned, went to the mall and just enjoyed each others company. Shannon was there for a very embarrassing and anger filled trip to the base hospital after a not so good phone call. She was comforting and non judging and Courtney never worried about her repeating everything she knew. They were together for a massive party which ended badly with lots of yelling and eventually a scratch motorcycle helmet, but they remained friends. Shannon never told Courtney she was crazy when she confided in her about her nightmares. Shannon was there for Courtney on the single worst day of her life. She comforted her and helped her find someone to share their cigarettes with Courtney to calm her down so the doctor would not be forced to admit her. She was sitting next to her when she was told everything was turned off and it was all over and everyone could go home. Shannon stayed up with Courtney all night so she didn't have to be alone.
Courtney moved away and eventually Shannon did too. They stayed in contact and played catch up when they could. Shannon was there when Courtney took a huge leap and decided to give life another try. She was there for the wedding that marked a new start for Courtney and a chance at being happy again. She joined in the celebration for all the good things the future would hold.
It's now almost 15 years since Shannon and Courtney met. Courtney is extremely grateful to have met such a wonderful friend and she will forever cherish their friendship.
The End.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Monday, July 18, 2011
Need B12, BINGO!
Finally got the results from my blood work today. My Vitamin D levels are extremely low, which came as a shock. Now I get to take a gigantic blue capsule every week for the next 3 months until I have more blood work to check the levels again. My B12 was very low as well. That was not a shock. The whole reason I went to the doctor was because I have suffering from extreme exhaustion. I have also had a terrible time concentrating and have been extremely forgetful. Today I start a good B Complex and hopefully everything will get back to normal. At least now I know I'm not losing my mind from old age, just low B12.
Tuesday, July 12, 2011
My car hates me
My battery died again last night at the ball field. I was able to find some nice strangers to jump start it. This morning I called Toyota so I could take it in and of course then darn thing won't start again. I had to call my real estate agent, who's office happens to be half a mile away, and he came to my rescue. Once he jumped it, I took it straight in. Toyota doesn't know when they will be able to get to it, so I had to rent a car.
Have you ever had one of those days where everything just seems to hit you all at once and no matter how much you try you just can't keep it together. That was today. I just felt so completely over whelmed and started crying. It's just a stupid dead battery, but it was the straw that broke me. I had no idea who to call, how I was going to get my car to the mechanic, how long I'd be without a car. Plus it's Chey's birthday and we had dinner plans but now no car. My car also seems to want to break down every time it's raining. Why can't it do this on a nice sunny day?
You realize how alone you really are when things like this happen. I am extremely grateful for the friends I made here and for the few people I have been able to count on when I needed them. It is a shame that the ones I was told to call in times of need are NOT reliable at all. All I can say is Karma is a bitch and you'll get what's coming to you.
I will be sending my agent a nice Thank You gift. He has come through for me on several occasions and it is so nice to know there are still great people in this world. For anyone who needs a wonderful real estate/rental agent in Fairbanks/North Pole be sure to call Ed Daml at Northern Pioneer Realty.
Have you ever had one of those days where everything just seems to hit you all at once and no matter how much you try you just can't keep it together. That was today. I just felt so completely over whelmed and started crying. It's just a stupid dead battery, but it was the straw that broke me. I had no idea who to call, how I was going to get my car to the mechanic, how long I'd be without a car. Plus it's Chey's birthday and we had dinner plans but now no car. My car also seems to want to break down every time it's raining. Why can't it do this on a nice sunny day?
You realize how alone you really are when things like this happen. I am extremely grateful for the friends I made here and for the few people I have been able to count on when I needed them. It is a shame that the ones I was told to call in times of need are NOT reliable at all. All I can say is Karma is a bitch and you'll get what's coming to you.
I will be sending my agent a nice Thank You gift. He has come through for me on several occasions and it is so nice to know there are still great people in this world. For anyone who needs a wonderful real estate/rental agent in Fairbanks/North Pole be sure to call Ed Daml at Northern Pioneer Realty.
Friday, July 8, 2011
Meanest Mom and a Trip to the ER
Chey's friends wanted to buy her a ticket to go see Hinder tonight for her birthday. Problem is, the concert is at a bar/dance club (yes it does serve food, but also lots of alcohol and is a big hang out for single military/college kids/and other nightlife). Most of their concerts are 21 and over, but this one is allowing under 21. At first I was told her friend's mom was going. Then at the last minute it became known she wasn't going. So this group of 14yr olds thought they would ask me drop them off and pick them up. Um, Hell No! I am not about to drop off a bunch of kids at a concert, at a bar, with no adult supervision, in Alaska, where I have already been less than impressed with the parenting (or lack there of) of this small town. Chey is not going and she is not happy. But I proudly accept my Meanest Mom award for being willing to stand up and parent my children.
After all that Josh went to the doctor. They did a strep test but the doctor was worried there may be more wrong with him,specifically his appendix. He said they would call later that day with the results, but if I did not hear then it was negative. He also told me if his fever spiked or he started throwing up to bring him back. Well, of course that is exactly what happened. He started throwing up and couldn't hold down water. They never called about the strep, so at 7:30 I took him to the military hospital ER. Turns out he does have strep and it's really bad. That is why he is so nauseous and they gave him medicine to help. But he kept throwing it up so finally they had to give him a shot in the rear end. Once he was able to hold down water for more then 30 minutes, they let us come home.
I am grateful to have such a great friend, Gina, who came over and went with me. She was willing to brave sitting in the ER waiting room with all the crazies who come in after 9pm. And believe me she had some stories to tell.
Once home I was ready to head to bed, but it wasn't over yet. Chey came up and said she had talked to her friends and since I was not letting her go to the concert, then I should let her get her nose pierced to make up for it!!!!! LMAO!!!!!!!! Really, she should do stand up because that was the funniest thing I have ever heard.
After all that Josh went to the doctor. They did a strep test but the doctor was worried there may be more wrong with him,specifically his appendix. He said they would call later that day with the results, but if I did not hear then it was negative. He also told me if his fever spiked or he started throwing up to bring him back. Well, of course that is exactly what happened. He started throwing up and couldn't hold down water. They never called about the strep, so at 7:30 I took him to the military hospital ER. Turns out he does have strep and it's really bad. That is why he is so nauseous and they gave him medicine to help. But he kept throwing it up so finally they had to give him a shot in the rear end. Once he was able to hold down water for more then 30 minutes, they let us come home.
I am grateful to have such a great friend, Gina, who came over and went with me. She was willing to brave sitting in the ER waiting room with all the crazies who come in after 9pm. And believe me she had some stories to tell.
Once home I was ready to head to bed, but it wasn't over yet. Chey came up and said she had talked to her friends and since I was not letting her go to the concert, then I should let her get her nose pierced to make up for it!!!!! LMAO!!!!!!!! Really, she should do stand up because that was the funniest thing I have ever heard.
Wednesday, July 6, 2011
Plans?! Ha Ha You can't make plans!
I had my whole day tomorrow planned. I was going to get up early, hit the treadmill and then run a ton of errands to get ready for Chey's birthday party on Saturday. I even had a list! A list , I tell ya, and I don't usually make lists. So, of course, Josh is whiny and crying and complaining of a sore throat. He has been complaining for a few days, but I thought it was allergies. But now he is running a fever, really tired and won't eat. Called the doctor's and we have an appointment for tomorrow at 1pm, right smack in the middle of my day.
Normally, that would be no big deal. However, we are back to the world of military hospitals. Why does that change things? Because they operate under the rule of "let's make this as difficult as possible, especially since you have a sick kid!" Let me give you a run down of how tomorrow will go. First, I will have to leave at least an hour (maybe more) before the appointment. I have to have time to get through the ID check at the gate and then drive slower than a turtle at 20mph all through post before I finally make it to the hospital. It is a huge building and quite nice but with one major design flaw all military hospitals have: NOT ENOUGH PARKING!! So I will spend the next 20 minutes driving around and around, following people, making all sorts of promises and threats to mythical beings to finally find a spot. Once I do find one, we'll rush inside only to wait in line at check-in, since only one of four check in windows will be open due to everyone being on vacation. Next, we see the doctor. This part is never a problem. I have had pretty good experiences with the whole actual appointment process here.
The true horror comes next. The doctor will want to give him a prescription. Now it's time to head to the hospital pharmacy, which should be renamed Hell on Earth. It has it's own little hallway/entrance and as you pass through it you truly feel there should be a sign that reads "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here". You can expect to sit there for at least 2 hours. If you have ever seen the movie BeetleJuice where the couple has to wait in the dead waiting room forever, then you know what this is like. The waiting area is full of pissed off people, tired of waiting forever for prescriptions they need and freely voicing how much they hate this place. There are screaming kids, crying kids, kids that smell, screaming moms, and moms who have lost all sanity and just huddle in their chairs. Having volunteered in non-military pharmacy as the person filling prescriptions and checking out patients, this whole place angers me to no end. There is no reason for it to be run this badly.
By the time you finally make it out of there, your whole day is shot and there is nothing left to do but go home. Guess I should start chilling some wine now, cause I know I'll need it tomorrow.
Normally, that would be no big deal. However, we are back to the world of military hospitals. Why does that change things? Because they operate under the rule of "let's make this as difficult as possible, especially since you have a sick kid!" Let me give you a run down of how tomorrow will go. First, I will have to leave at least an hour (maybe more) before the appointment. I have to have time to get through the ID check at the gate and then drive slower than a turtle at 20mph all through post before I finally make it to the hospital. It is a huge building and quite nice but with one major design flaw all military hospitals have: NOT ENOUGH PARKING!! So I will spend the next 20 minutes driving around and around, following people, making all sorts of promises and threats to mythical beings to finally find a spot. Once I do find one, we'll rush inside only to wait in line at check-in, since only one of four check in windows will be open due to everyone being on vacation. Next, we see the doctor. This part is never a problem. I have had pretty good experiences with the whole actual appointment process here.
The true horror comes next. The doctor will want to give him a prescription. Now it's time to head to the hospital pharmacy, which should be renamed Hell on Earth. It has it's own little hallway/entrance and as you pass through it you truly feel there should be a sign that reads "Abandon all hope, ye who enter here". You can expect to sit there for at least 2 hours. If you have ever seen the movie BeetleJuice where the couple has to wait in the dead waiting room forever, then you know what this is like. The waiting area is full of pissed off people, tired of waiting forever for prescriptions they need and freely voicing how much they hate this place. There are screaming kids, crying kids, kids that smell, screaming moms, and moms who have lost all sanity and just huddle in their chairs. Having volunteered in non-military pharmacy as the person filling prescriptions and checking out patients, this whole place angers me to no end. There is no reason for it to be run this badly.
By the time you finally make it out of there, your whole day is shot and there is nothing left to do but go home. Guess I should start chilling some wine now, cause I know I'll need it tomorrow.
Saturday, July 2, 2011
The kids have guts
I stuck to my guns and replied to every text on Chey's phone, letting her friends know she is grounded. I also let them know there will be new rules when she finally does get her phone back. There are to be no texts/calls after 10pm and I do read all her texts so they need to think before the type.
About 10 minutes goes by and her phone starts going off again. Two of those little twits actually responded with "What did she do?" LOL WHAT! I'll give one of them credit, he did say "May I ask what she did Ma'am?"but still, you've got nerve! Who are you to question me as to why she is in trouble. I'll admit, those kids have guts, stupid and non-life preserving, but guts none the less.
About 10 minutes goes by and her phone starts going off again. Two of those little twits actually responded with "What did she do?" LOL WHAT! I'll give one of them credit, he did say "May I ask what she did Ma'am?"but still, you've got nerve! Who are you to question me as to why she is in trouble. I'll admit, those kids have guts, stupid and non-life preserving, but guts none the less.
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