I was lost, but now I'm found...

I'm OCD...almost to the point, where I refer to it as CDO because that's in alphabetical order (eh? EH? hahahaaaaters!!!). I don't need to be on a TV show or anything - but I do things in particular ways because it makes sense to me.

Where did I learn this? My mother: RIN-DIZZLE...but she refers to it as "being organized". Right....THAT.

It's a known fact in my family (probably worldwide) how "organized" my mom is. My dad puts it best:

Big Ray: You know how your mother is! If I get up to go to the bathroom in the middle of the night - she's made the bed!

So - it came as no surprise to me - that when I bought a new spray bottle for my hair on Thursday - and left it on the kitchen counter - my spray bottle went missing. And just in time for my parents to leave for the weekend. 

Sure, I searched for it...in all the obvious places (within T-Rex arm reach) and it was gone. I figured that Rin-Dizzle had just "organized" my spray bottle to a place I was unaware of.

Big Ray and Rin-Dizzle returned this afternoon and I was excited to finally use my spray bottle!

*I'm in the bathroom getting ready*

Me: Hey, mom! Where did you put my new spray bottle? I can't find it anywhere.
Rin-Dizzle: I didn't do anything with it. The last time I saw it - it was on the kitchen counter.
Me: So...you didn't put it anywhere? (pretty skeptical at this point)
Rin-Dizzle: Nope! I promise I didn't touch your spray bottle! Let me see if I can find it.
*Mom closes the doors and I can hear her talking to my dad and Ladybug*
Rin-Dizzle: (muffled questions)
Big Ray: (muffled answer)
Ladybug: BAHAHAHA
Me: *sad face - my brother only laughs at my misfortune*

....a few minutes pass...

Rin-Dizzle: *handing me my spray bottle* Here you go!
Me: (happily surprised) HOORAY! Where did you find it?!
Rin-Dizzle: You might want to rinse it out really well...
Me: (worried) Waaait - what? Why?
Rin-Dizzle: Because your father put weed killer in it.
Ladybug: BAHAHAHA 

 Don't you worry - I learned some valuable lessons in "The Missing Spray Bottle" episode:

1. Perhaps, my mom's OCD stems from bad hair experiences - when she left her spray bottle on the kitchen counter
2. Even my OCD can be curbed with some hot, soapy water :)

 

Faking the funk...

The world is full of fake people - just keepin' it real. And I've decided to categorize these "wolves in sheep skin" to prove my point: Innocent Fake, Emergency Fake, and Dangerous Fake.

INNOCENT FAKE

My sister, Bunny, is Korean. She married a Latino fella we call Lare Bear, and together, they have four beautiful children. They all look mostly Asian though and today she took the youngest two kids to play in the mall.

Bunny: *sitting watching her kids*
(A little white girl approaches Bunny)
Little White Girl: Ni hao!
Bunny: *ninja kick to the face*

hahaha - I wish!!! Obviously - this little girl was faking that she knew Chinese - or Asian people at all. And Bunny was just faking that she's Asian. ;) No harm, no foul (except for the ninja kick) and pretty funny.

 

Emergency Fake

My parents left for the weekend and trusted their youngest children - Ladybug (26) and Brown Sugar (30) - to take care of the house (I forgot to water the plants) and take care of each other. Pretty simple - except taking care of Ladybug includes doctor appointments and consultations for his dialysis. 

Thank goodness I'm so responsible!...but being responsible doesn't = being employed (although some people equate the two), which doesn't = having money for a copay. Rin-Dizzle forgot to leave us a signed check - so our day started out with practicing Big Ray's signature:

Not too shabby - we were even able to share some personal experiences from "back in the day" when we used Big Ray's signature to excuse us from silly things, like school. We were in an emergency and faking our father's signature was a solution we were willing to try. Luckily, we didn't have to resort to forging a check or stealing a debit card - the doctor's office will just bill us. *phew*

Dangerous Fake

Ladybug and I arrive for his consultation on Peritoneal Dialysis (PD). His lupus has attacked his kidneys and they no longer function - so he does dialysis. With PD, Ladybug has the option of having a stint/shunt placed into his abdomen and doing dialysis at home. We are at the surgeon office - to learn how the shunt will be placed and what we need to do, in order for the placement to be successful. I'll try to separate the dialogue - so you can see the different conversations taking place. I hope I don't lose you - because I want you to truly understand the concept I'm trying to convey.

*Ladybug and I are walking to the exam rooms - being ushered in by Nurse #1*

Nurse #1: You are SO young! *shaking her head*

Ladybug: Yeah...but I'm okay.

Nurse #1: So what's going on with your kidneys?

*Ladybug looks at the nurse surprised*

Ladybug: Well - I have lupus and they've stopped functioning.

Nurse #1: Oh, right...right. And you're SO young!

*Nurse #1 taking Ladybug's blood pressure and noticing his stretch marks on his arms*

Nurse #1: Did you get burned?!

Ladybug: No, those are from when I had chemo and when I retained liquid. I have bigger ones on my stomach and stuff.

Nurse #1: I just can't believe it! You poor thing! You were really dealt a bad hand!

*I'm thinking that's not encouraging*

*Nurse #1 leaves after telling us another nurse will be in to explain the process of placing the shunt*

Nurse #2: *looking at Ladybug's chart* Alright...so what's going on with your kidneys? 

*Ladybug & I look at the nurse surprised*

Ladybug: Well - I have lupus and -

Nurse #2: Oh yeah - right...right. So, you're familiar with PD and how it works for patients?

Ladybug: Yes - we watched a DVD about it

Nurse #2: Great! So what will happen is - the doctor will place the shunt in your abdomen and that's where you'll hook up for dialysis each night.

Ladybug: So - when do I get this shunt out? (he has one in the right side of his chest right now) 

Nurse #2: That's a great question. It takes about 4 weeks for the shunt in your abdomen to heal and become apart of the abdomen. So you'll continue to go to dialysis for a few weeks after your surgery with us - just to make sure everything heals and is ready. You'll keep that shunt in for that reason. After the first 2 weeks of having your abdomen shunt - you'll come back to the PD nurses upstairs (in the building we were at) and they'll flush the tube - make sure it's working okay - and that helps to guard against infection. Sometimes it's as early as 3 weeks - but we advise 4 weeks to be safe.

Me: So - you guys only place the shunt - you don't do anything else?

Nurse #2: That is correct - all of his care will be with the PD nurses.

*I'm actually feeling a little relieved...I don't know how to take these guys*

*Nurse #2 leaves and tells us that the doctor will come in to discuss the actual procedure in placing the shunt*

Doctor: So we're doing PD, huh? What's going on with your kidneys?

*...you're kidding me, right?*

Ladybug: *chuckling* I've got lupus and it's attacked my kidneys.

Doctor: Right...right. So - you've been informed of the options for dialysis? You didn't want to do hemodialysis?

Ladybug: No, my doctors advised me to do PD.

Doctor: Alright, are you doing dialysis right now?

Ladybug: Yeah - I've been doing it about a month.

Doctor: When will you remove that other shunt?

Ladybug: *speaking slowly - to make sure this is really happening* Not for a few weeks - because the shunt in my stomach has to have time to heal...right?

Doctor: Oh yes......THAT.

Me:      

Me: So - you only place the shunt - you don't do anything else? All of his care will be with the PD nurses upstairs, right?

Doctor: Right.

Me: Great!

*Ladybug and I run out*

If that's not "dangerous fake" - I don't know what is!!! Of course, we'll talk to our insurance - we'll meet with them again - we'll make sure they're legit. Ladybug figures the doctor was just having an "OFF" day.

Well, the doctor better be having an "ON" day when he operates on my brother - or Bunny won't be faking her ninja kick!

Unsub at 9 o'clock!!!

My little brother and I went to go see the movie, Thor, at the $1 theatre in Orem/Provo last night.

Let me break down some stats that played into our movie going experience:

• We usually hit up the $1 theatre during the day - and usually in Pleasant Grove
• We are definitely BROWN
• We always get treats and sneak them into the movie (don't judge me!)
• I watch Criminal Minds - in almost a "religious fashion", if you will

Alright, some random stats that make no sense...or do they?!

EXHIBIT A: Movies 8 - Orem/Provo, UT

>>You've got to admit - the place looks shady. And this picture is taken in DAYLIGHT HOURS. Imagine it at night...with all the riff raff traipsing around.

>>PLUS - its location is listed in "Orem" - but I swear it's in Provo. *shaking my head* Those types of contradictions should've been OBVIOUS to my brother and me

>>And when I said "riff raff" - I'm mainly referring to the BYU students, who annoy the hell out of me on their group dates - at the theatre - talking and trying to flirt - while I'm watching a movie about a hot, Norse God struggling to return to his realm....sooo much more important than their quest for eternal progression - I digress.

EXHIBIT B: Brown Sugar & Ladybug

>>Yup - definitely brown. When you say minority in Utah - you mean, "only brown people for miles" kind of minority. That night was no different.

>>Just picture the two of us - sitting by ourselves in an ENTIRE row - surrounded by BYU students (you're afraid for us, aren't you?)

EXHIBIT C: Red Vines & Milk Duds

>>There actually was no reason for listing this - but that's just some of our candy we were enjoying during the film

EXHIBIT D: The UNSUB (UNidentified SUBject as per Criminal Minds)

>>The movie has already started (even all the way through the previews...of movies already out) and the row behind us is full and the row in front of us is full *poking my eyes out*

>>Suddenly - this girl walks up to our row and asks to slide in. Devin and I let her pass us - but look around to see plenty of other empty seats she could have chosen. That's kind of weird. I shake it off because she's probably friends with someone on either of the rows that are full by us.

>>She sits 1 seat away from me - more weird! So, I decide to be alert - she could easily be a vampire, werewolf, or worse - crazy, white girl.

EXHIBIT E: Fear

>>I'll admit it - watching Criminal Minds for hours at a time isn't truly healthy - but either is being stabbed. I feel as if I'm learning how to recognize dangerous situations, label everyone a serial killer, and respond immediately, but not always effectively. hahaha

>>My first thoughts were: if your friends were on the rows around strangers - it would make sense to sit on that row - on the end. Why would you take the time - to climb over people you don't know and then sit by them?

1. To stab them
2. ...or maybe your friends are sitting on the other end of the row (I'm trying to give her the benefit of the doubt here)

>>So I watch her...mostly out of the corner of my eye - sometimes blatantly - and guess what - SHE DIDN'T TALK TO ANYONE ON EITHER ROW THE ENTIRE MOVIE!!!
>>I even exposed my neck to her at times - just to make sure - she wasn't a vampire (negative)

>>I almost wanted to feel bad for her - but you can't get emotionally attached - you have to remain objective.

>>We even stayed through all of the credits so we could see a preview of the next movie to come and she didn't budge - still didn't talk to anyone - but didn't get up to leave until we ALL did (trying to blend in)

>>We left the theatre and made our way to the car - while she walked behind us a few steps until we got completely outside. We were pretty much alone at that point and she walked to the left - to her car - without making contact with anyone.

Creepy, right? And don't go soft on me by saying she needed a friend - I NEED TO LIVE.

My mom says I need to stop watching crime drama because it's making me paranoid about people. No mom, crime drama has helped me live another day - to post another blog.

Let it begin...

Have I ever told you how much I hate scrap booking? It could be for a number of reasons - but these are the ones I usually give to those who tell me to do it:

• I'm not from Utah (I said it! hahaha)
• I'm not crafty like the white Mormon girls who do scrap booking (or BROWN girls...if there are any)
• I get distracted with ink pads
• I eat glue (have since I can remember *happy sigh*)
• I get overwhelmed...I feel like the pages are supposed to look a certain way and I can never get my pages to look that certain way

 So it makes sense that I hate blogging, right? It's like - scrap booking online, but there is no glue to eat.

Why am I on here?

I tried blogging before...but it was in my partying days and let's be honest - there isn't much time for bloggin' when you're boozin' <---bumper sticker, anyone?

But in the last few years - I've found a few reasons to jump back on the blogging horse:

• Jesus <3....and he actually has nothing to do with the blog - but everything to do with me having time to blog (no more booze!)
• Droid X - my need of posting pictures in chronological order has been filled and there will be pictures for ALL!!!
• I'm moving away...again ;)

It's part of my ADHD - part of my life experiences - part of my heart - to welcome change and be on the move. My most recent moves in the past year have been Logan to West Valley City (DUB V <3) to Lehi almost to Australia, and now to Germany. A lot of people have told me to start a blog - so they can keep up with my life. 

I just want to make sure I have a life you want to keep up with. :)