So, I've been in AZ for 2 weeks and 4 days. I miss all my friends. I decided on a church to attend. It is my grandparent's church. It is free will baptist. I have been to their church every time I come out to visit, but wasn't sure that I wanted to attend it on a regular basis. So I tried a Nazarene church, but found that I'd rather go to a church where I already knew the people. The only draw back to my new church is that there is not very many people there my age. The church mainly consist's of elderly people. I like elderly people, don't get me wrong, but they can't go out and play v-ball with me or other things like that.
I love the interstate out here! Each side has six lanes and it is made with rubber asphalt. The rubber asphalt decreases the noise of the highway significantly, and makes it a very smooth ride. It sure beats the interstates in Cincy. With that said one thing I don't particularly like out here is that they have cameras at most of the intersections. The cameras are there in case you run a red light. They take a pic of your license plate and mail you a ticket. Ok well, I don't run red lights. But just knowing those cameras are there make me jumpy. The speed limit out here for most of the streets is 45mph. So when the light changes to yellow, usually you have to speed up or slam on the brakes not to run a red light. Out here if you speed up they also have cameras to see if you are speeding. But sometimes you have to speed up cuz otherwise you would be really slamming on the brakes. So I've sped up a couple of times, and while doing so chanted, "Don't see me, don't see me." I was of course talking to the cameras. I don't think they listen very well. I do joke that if I have been getting caught that the tickets are going to Cincy.
My dad is in a hospice center, now. He has been here for 2 weeks. Some days he looks good other days he looks really bad. He fell asleep smoking last night while smoking a cigarette and burnt the book I was loaning him to read! One of the nurses saw and poured water on it to put out the fire. Dad is safe, but my book is in poor condition. I don't mind, cuz I was expecting something like that to happen when he asked to borrow it. It only cost a dollar, otherwise I wouldn't have loaned it to him. Even though I love him dearly.
Friday, September 26, 2008
Tuesday, September 9, 2008
Road Trip
I drove 1,830 miles all by myself! I left Saturday to come to AZ. I arrived here Monday morning at 5 a.m. AZ time. My first day I drove from KY to OK. I slept overnight in a Wal-Mart parking lot. I covered the windows with sheets and the front window with a sunscreen. I enjoyed myself, immensely. The second day I drove the rest of the way. I slept for 3 hours on the side of the road in AZ. The total cost of my gas to get out here was $170. I was (am) amazed. I love my new car! I had the car set on cruise control at 61 mph the first day and 64 mph the second day. I stopped every 3 1/2 hours. I filled the tank up everytime I stopped. I only let the tank get half empty before I filled it up again. I wonder if that is what helped me to get so good gas mileage. My car was loaded with stuff also. The day I got here I went walking with my Grampa, then we went and talked to some crematories about my Dad. After that I went and set up a bank account out here. That was a cool experience. The guy who set up my account had just moved out here from Cincy in July. We took the same roads to get out here and had similar experiences on the road. We had a good talk.
I had a family reunion last Sunday. I loved it, but of course I would since I place high value on family. I was also able to spend some time with my sister. I had a good time. I haven't been able to spend a whole lot of time with my family lately, and figured I should before I came out here. With that said...my Dad looks really sick. The last time he went to the doctor they told him he now has around 12-16 weeks of life left. So, I'm glad my job found out I was coming out here and fired me before I could quit. I made me move my plans up, and now I am able to spend more time with my Dad. We've been talking. He has picked someone to stand in his place at my wedding (whenever that may be), approved a song I want to play at my wedding in remembrance of him, and picked some names for my first child (if I have any). That's all we've done so far.
I had a family reunion last Sunday. I loved it, but of course I would since I place high value on family. I was also able to spend some time with my sister. I had a good time. I haven't been able to spend a whole lot of time with my family lately, and figured I should before I came out here. With that said...my Dad looks really sick. The last time he went to the doctor they told him he now has around 12-16 weeks of life left. So, I'm glad my job found out I was coming out here and fired me before I could quit. I made me move my plans up, and now I am able to spend more time with my Dad. We've been talking. He has picked someone to stand in his place at my wedding (whenever that may be), approved a song I want to play at my wedding in remembrance of him, and picked some names for my first child (if I have any). That's all we've done so far.
Empty and Bare
8-28-08
My apartment is empty and bare. It took much effort on my part to get it this way. J I have vowed to never accumulate this much stuff again until I settle down. I filled at least 15 trash bags of junk. Mostly because I was lazy and just didn’t want to have to pack it up to unpack it at a later undisclosed time. I hate packing and unpacking. I also hate moving. With that said I love to travel.
Sidenote: I have realized when you cut a guy’s hair it gets EVERYWHERE. I trimmed/cut my bro’s hair in the kitchen. Luckily we had all our stuff packed, that we were taking from the kitchen. Otherwise it would have been a disater. So I started cutting to his specifications and I started getting his hair on my arms and guess what…it started itching me. That is another thing I learned about a guy’s hair. It itches! I went to the bathroom to wash it off…yeah…it doesn’t wash well either. When I finally got it all off (mostly) I put on a jacket so that I wouldn’t get any more on me. Well afterwards we had wads of hair all over the kitchen. My brother being the kind soul that he is cleaned it up to the best of his ability. I finished cleaning it up.
Okay back on track. I was told by a friend about 5 or 6 months ago that I was too independent. I have come to realize that he is right. Today I packed my things down from the third floor to the car. I’m not very strong, but I do know how to use my body and weight to carry things. Anyhow I carried a suitcase full of my things down using my leg to brace it and move it. Well…when I made it outside the handle broke off the suitcase. This struck me as funny, so of course I started laughing. At that time I was glad I hadn’t asked for help cuz I could just see someone’s reaction to the handle breaking off. Luckily it had a side loop pulley thing that I used to pull it the rest of the way to the car and toss in. The next big thing I took down (mind you from the third floor) was my kitchen table. Once again I used my body to lug it down the steps. Just so you know this is quit an accomplishment. It wasn’t like it is a tiny table, at the same time it isn’t a huge table either. It is more like a medium small, and wood. I was going to break it down but then realized that I had packed away the Allen wrench (in the suitcase whose handle broke). The suitcase was under the kitchen chairs I had broken down using the Allen wrench and under other things. I didn’t think it was worth it to dig through it all to find the wrench to break down the table. I even managed to get it into the car without any help. I was proud of my accomplishment, but at the same time realized I should have probably asked for help. But I hate asking people for help. Any kind of help. I do realize this can be a hinderance. I didn’t ask anyone to help me move my things…or take anyone up on their offers b/c I am so independent. Plus I hate moving and so don’t want to have to inflict that upon other people.
I adopted a car today, from DeAnne. We went and got the title transfer over and everything. I’m so excited! She named the car Fancy and has had it for about 5 yrs. so I have decided to keep the name.
I passed my RN exam! I found that out today also. I’ve been squealing off and on sporadically, clapping my hands, praising God, telling random people, telling the same people over and over. Oh yeah I’m excited. Now all I have to do is get them transferred to AZ.
So leaving Cinci today I saw the skyline in my rearview mirror and felt a pang of something. I’m not sure what. Lol. But coming home before going to AZ has made me excited. I came to the familiar spots and scenes and thought…ahhh…home. I stopped at Dairy Queen for my celebration of getting my RN. Now I also know that you are not supposed to reward yourself with food, but in this instance I thought I would make an exception. For one I haven’t had Dairy Queen since…the beginning of June I think. I love Dairy Queen. My family reunion is Sunday so I’ll have more pics and stories then.
My apartment is empty and bare. It took much effort on my part to get it this way. J I have vowed to never accumulate this much stuff again until I settle down. I filled at least 15 trash bags of junk. Mostly because I was lazy and just didn’t want to have to pack it up to unpack it at a later undisclosed time. I hate packing and unpacking. I also hate moving. With that said I love to travel.
Sidenote: I have realized when you cut a guy’s hair it gets EVERYWHERE. I trimmed/cut my bro’s hair in the kitchen. Luckily we had all our stuff packed, that we were taking from the kitchen. Otherwise it would have been a disater. So I started cutting to his specifications and I started getting his hair on my arms and guess what…it started itching me. That is another thing I learned about a guy’s hair. It itches! I went to the bathroom to wash it off…yeah…it doesn’t wash well either. When I finally got it all off (mostly) I put on a jacket so that I wouldn’t get any more on me. Well afterwards we had wads of hair all over the kitchen. My brother being the kind soul that he is cleaned it up to the best of his ability. I finished cleaning it up.
Okay back on track. I was told by a friend about 5 or 6 months ago that I was too independent. I have come to realize that he is right. Today I packed my things down from the third floor to the car. I’m not very strong, but I do know how to use my body and weight to carry things. Anyhow I carried a suitcase full of my things down using my leg to brace it and move it. Well…when I made it outside the handle broke off the suitcase. This struck me as funny, so of course I started laughing. At that time I was glad I hadn’t asked for help cuz I could just see someone’s reaction to the handle breaking off. Luckily it had a side loop pulley thing that I used to pull it the rest of the way to the car and toss in. The next big thing I took down (mind you from the third floor) was my kitchen table. Once again I used my body to lug it down the steps. Just so you know this is quit an accomplishment. It wasn’t like it is a tiny table, at the same time it isn’t a huge table either. It is more like a medium small, and wood. I was going to break it down but then realized that I had packed away the Allen wrench (in the suitcase whose handle broke). The suitcase was under the kitchen chairs I had broken down using the Allen wrench and under other things. I didn’t think it was worth it to dig through it all to find the wrench to break down the table. I even managed to get it into the car without any help. I was proud of my accomplishment, but at the same time realized I should have probably asked for help. But I hate asking people for help. Any kind of help. I do realize this can be a hinderance. I didn’t ask anyone to help me move my things…or take anyone up on their offers b/c I am so independent. Plus I hate moving and so don’t want to have to inflict that upon other people.
I adopted a car today, from DeAnne. We went and got the title transfer over and everything. I’m so excited! She named the car Fancy and has had it for about 5 yrs. so I have decided to keep the name.
I passed my RN exam! I found that out today also. I’ve been squealing off and on sporadically, clapping my hands, praising God, telling random people, telling the same people over and over. Oh yeah I’m excited. Now all I have to do is get them transferred to AZ.
So leaving Cinci today I saw the skyline in my rearview mirror and felt a pang of something. I’m not sure what. Lol. But coming home before going to AZ has made me excited. I came to the familiar spots and scenes and thought…ahhh…home. I stopped at Dairy Queen for my celebration of getting my RN. Now I also know that you are not supposed to reward yourself with food, but in this instance I thought I would make an exception. For one I haven’t had Dairy Queen since…the beginning of June I think. I love Dairy Queen. My family reunion is Sunday so I’ll have more pics and stories then.
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