My Trip of a Lifetime

So, I used to have random pregnancy dreams leading up to me meeting my husband of 6 years.  Two of those dreams were me during a couple of baby showers. The third, however, was me in labor. My water broke and my "husband" stood in the door way of the hospital room. Then after that dream, no others of me being pregnant came about because I had met Patrick.  I did have one or two about my sister and one of my friends. But no others about ME.  Until the last two nights. January 19 and 20. Freaked me out...still does. I haven't told Patrick about the dreams because I don't want me to freak out and I don't really want him to dismiss it, either. Because what if God (yes, I am a Christian and I wholeheartedly believe that God and Jesus are real) is telling me something. What if I'm being told that I need to have a baby??  I know what most people would say. Don't read into it. It was just a dream. But what if it was MORE than that?? More than "just ...

My heart is still heavy with sadness and missing my grandmother.  I miss her terribly...and always will. See, I was her first grandchild ever. My aunt and uncle couldn't have children of their own and they also tried many times with adoption without success.  She had my heart and I had hers.  This will be the first Christmas without her. I am usually all happy-go-lucky when it comes to Christmas. And I was prior to her death. Now I'm like, "Meh!! It's not so fun anymore." I'm hoping that my love of Christmas will return. Thanksgiving and Christmas are two of my favorite times of the year!!! It was also my grandmother's two favorite times of the year. She always wanted her entire family with her for these two celebrations. Always.  My heart is just...heavy...to say the least. I look at my tree and can't help but think of my grandmother. I hadn't gotten her anything for Christmas because I was waiting until a little closer to get something ...

I'm still missing my grandmother something fierce. She had my heart and I had hers. I will forever be grateful for her and her love.  I was taking a shower one day (I take a shower everyday) and I smelled what I thought was the scent she always wore. It was a fleeting moment. But I still smelled it. As I was standing in the shower letting the water fall over me, I was wondering if it was really her scent or not.  So, I decided to do a sniff of my bath stuff and my husband's bath stuff. The scent wasn't any of those things. All I could do was smile. Smile because she came to see me. Smile because it was like she was telling me that it was ok and that she was ok. That she was in heaven and was whole again. No more broken bones, her blood pressure was normal again, no more anemia, and that her eyesight was back to normal again.  For these things I am forever grateful.  But that doesn't mean that I'm not still heartbroken over her death.  I know that she i...

My wonderful grandmother, my mom's mom, went to be with her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ on Saturday, November 24, 2018.  She had fallen on the 23 (Black Friday) and had broken her leg. She went to the ER at UAB where they took immaculate care of her. The floor she was on at UAB once she was admitted was P9 (aka the Camellia Pavilion in the West Pavilion at UAB). They took the very best care of her Friday night and once she got back from surgery. Unfortunately, her 94 year old body was just tired and couldn't hold it's blood pressure like it should have been able to.  She slipped away in her sleep with family by her side. She was also an avid Alabama Crimson Tide fan and just happened to have the game on when she passed away.  She was, and is, the greatest grandmother around. She adored family and all of her friends. She loved her Lord and Savior Jesus Christ more than anything in this world. I know that she is with her husband (my grandfather) and also she is with ...

Unfortunately, I couldn't pee in a cup for a drug test by the time everyone had to leave to go to their first houses this morning. But that's ok. I finally did pee around 15-20 minutes AFTER everyone left. A little frustrating, but that's ok. I'm just thankful to have this job. I did pass the drug screen with flying colors. lol!!! I knew I would once I was able to pee. I just can't pee on command. But I officially start on Tuesday.  This company is closed on Labor Day, which is this upcoming Monday. So, it looks like I will have a 4 day weekend. I also had to sign and have notarized a non-competing disclosure. Never had to sign that before, so that was a new thing. Not complaining, either.  I believe that I will like it here. Seems to be more structured than my last place of employment. I also like the fact that we will be working in teams vs solo cleanings.  I also refuse to state the name of the company as of right now. Everyone seems nice. I can't wai...

Out with the old and in with the new.  It's time for me to turn a new leaf and prove not only to myself that I am a damn good housekeeper. This time around housekeeping will be different...or so it seems. Based on what I've read online, we can actually MOVE stuff!!!  Wait...what?? You couldn't move stuff at your last housekeeping job, Erin??? No, no I could not. If they had a lot of figurines and what nots out, the residents had to be the ones to move those items. Otherwise I just tried to dust around them to the best of my ability. Which was quite difficult.  I'm quite excited about this new job. It gives me the chance to turn over a new leaf. Gives me a second chance at actually proving not only to myself, but to everyone else, that I can do this job.  The job of housekeeping can be quite difficult. I've had difficult jobs that I've loved and did well in. But they aren't anything like housekeeping.  Father God, Please help me to make a wonderf...

I worked in the Emergency Room for 9 years. Yes, 9 years!!! I loved it. All of it, from the good days to the meh days to the "terrible, horrible, no good, very bad" days. Only thing I didn't really care for were the workings of the weekends and holidays. I'm all for spending time with friends and family during those times. I was a PCT (Patient Care Tech aka Nurses assistant). Most days it was hard work. Hard from walking anywhere from 7-14 miles in one 12 hour shift, to having patients and/or family members cuss you out, to being assaulted in some form or fashion in other ways, to trying your hardest to do CPR on someone in order to bring them back from the brink of death. Most times that we did CPR, our patient(s) did not make it. It weighs down on you..a lot. One thing I learned is that you have to wire yourself with an on/off switch. Meaning, you have to switch your emotions OFF during things like a code or when you're trying to restrain someone to the be...