So 13 again...

So last Friday I was hanging out with my friend when he received a call from his friend that has forever changed my life from that day forward. His friend had tickets to a concert the next day and he didn't want to go and my friend didn't want to either so he asked me if I would like them. I was like sure...free tickets I don't even care what concert is. And long behold it was the AMERICAN IDOL Tour!! Wahoo! I called my friend Becca and asked if she wanted to go with me and not to my surprise she was just as estactic as I was...ok maybe she was a little bit more because her not so secret crush Blake Lewis would be there beat-boxing on stage. Now I too was a fan of Blake Lewis but just not to the same extent as Becca and I never knew I was such a big fan of Chris Richardson either until they had appeared on the stage and was spitting distance from me that I transformed into this 13 year-old junior high girl....you know the kind that has posters all over her room of boys that she thinks are "so hot!" I was screaming and yelling and taking way too many pictures of "my boys" that I would be embarrass to admit. And sadly, I was even cheering on for Sanjaya. Anyways, the night was fabulous as Becca and I belted out every word to all the songs. Although I did refrain myself from singing along with Lakisha Jones as she performed Whitney Houston's "I Will Always Love You," which was amazing...that girl can sing!! All in all it was fun reliving my junior high days and I guess I will always remain a teeny-bopper but at least I have fellow teeny-bopper Becca to enjoy these special moments with.

Oh Sh**

So the other day I was reflecting on my career as a nurse and thinking that I get paid to do the weirdest things sometimes. Like this one night at work, I had a patient that love to get attention in anyway that he could. This man happened to be in his 50's but acted like he was 5. Well as I walking down the hallway, I heard this man screaming and banging his arm against the side rail. So I walked in to see if he needed help and as I stepped into his room I was overpowered by the smell of poo. And I thought "well that's really gross," but yet continued to venture on into his room. Thinking that he crapped his pants and that's why he was screaming at the top of his lungs, since that is what we all do when it happens to us...ummm yeah right. So I am checking his bed and I don't find any "buried treasures" which I find really weird because the stench of poo is almost making me passed out, it was that bad. I decided to walk over to the other side of the bed for some reason...oh maybe I thought the air was better on that side or something...anyways to my surprise I find this nice little dark brown thing on floor that actually resembled a slice of a brownie minus the little powder sugared specks on it. And I was thinking to myself, well I am pretty sure that brownies weren't served for dessert tonight. So I cautiously approached "the brownie" afraid that it was going to jump out at me since that happens all the time. As I got closer to this chocolate delicacy, I realized this isn't a brownie!! This is his poo and what the heck is it doing on the floor!!! I started freaking out and tried to control my gag reflex at the same time while I looked back at the man. He, of course, started laughing like he had just played the dirtiest trick in the book on me. Well, it was pretty dirty since it did involve poop, I'll give him credit for that. After I was done freaking out and lecturing him how a grown shouldn't be playing with his poo in the first place, I noticed that this man had partaken in this "chocolate delicacy" before I had walked into his room. Poo was stuck between his teeth and under his fingernails! And I thought just touching poo and throwing it on the floor was bad enough. I just couldn't take it anymore! I called a CODE BROWN and waited for back up as I stepped out into the hall for a breath of fresh air.

Cyclist Wannabe

Yesterday, my dad, David and I ventured out onto the streets of Portland with our alternative means of transportation...our bikes...for a leisurely bike ride. My brother and dad rode to my house, in SE Portland, and from there we headed toward the Willamette River. It was such a beautiful day out, about 80 degrees with a light breeze. We snaked our way towards downtown Portland through old neighborhoods with cute little bungalows and huge maple trees that made an umbrella over the road. We made it down to the east side of the waterfront and enjoyed the Portland skyline for a moment (as seen in this picture) before we carried on and crossed the Hawthorne Bridge to the west side of the city and made a loop back over the Burnside Bridge and carried on back to my neck of the woods. By this time, we were getting tired and hot and the way back home was pretty much all uphill so we ended up getting off the bike route and blazed our own trail back to my house the quickest way possible. Now my brother and dad are more bike savvy than I when it comes to the rules of the road. I just figure that people should be watching out for us cyclists, and yes I included myself in that group. Well we were finally in the last lag of our leisurely bike ride and were cruising down a hill toward Burnside. I was just happy that I didn't have to peddle uphill anymore and I could enjoy my ride down this hill with the wind blowing in my face and cooling me down. Well I came barreling down this hill right into the mainstream of traffic on Burnside as a bus came racing up the road. I heard my dad scream "EMILY!!!" as I turned onto Burnside and watched the bus swerve out my way. As I was thinking "that was close, I could of died," the bus stopped in the middle of traffic and gave me a look that could of killed me since he wasn't able to do it with madman driving skills. The bus driver seriously gave me the death look for like a minute. I felt like he was slowly killing me with his glare, or maybe at least my ego. As the bus driver sped off, I sheepishly got back on my bike and rode back to my house in silence thinking that maybe I shouldn't be a part of this cycling thing after all.