Monday, September 29, 2008

Here goes again

I was so happy to have graduated school and start my new life and career as a Respiratory therapist but life since graduation hasn't gotten any easier. I will have had to pass three tests to become a full fledged Registered therapist. My no means did I expect the task of passing three tests to be easy but I wasn't expecting it to be this nerve racking. Let me tell you I would much rather be studying for one of "Crazy Max's" midterms or final exams in critical thinking or even give me math. YUCK!! Max's tests were absolutely insane but now I know what he was preparing us for...I think!

I have already taken two of the three tests. The first test I had to take was the written CRT. It wasn't to bad of a test to pass. I then began studying for my written RRT. This test wasn't to bad either but still none the less my mind was packed full of anxiety and I thought for sure that I wouldn't pass--but I did and I was proud. By the time I had actually walked the walked and received my degree I had passed two of the terrible three tests. My confidence level had been boosted and I felt like I could conquer just about anything.

So I started studying for my RRT Clinical simulation test as soon as I was all settled into my house and job in St. George. I studied for nearly a whole month daily before going back up to Salt Lake to take the test. I was feeling very nervous and anxious but felt like I would do okay. As I drove from my mom and dads in Kaysville to HR Block in Salt Lake City, where this one and all my tests prior were administered, I prayed that I would make the right decisions and not kill any of my computerized patients at the NBRC Medical Center. I tried taking deep breaths but rather started hyperventilating and crying. This was not good but by the time I reached the testing center I had calmed down and felt good. I guess praying really does help one to feel better. I along with two other people who I had never met in my life sat nervously in the parking lot waiting for the doors to open. There was one other person who was there taking the same test as I and then the other girl was taking her RN. We all sat down and started the test. I felt things were going well for the most part. The RN girl wasn't there very long then it was just me and the other poor Respiratory therapist. Just about every other word from his mouth was f--- or Sh--( you get the point). At this point i was really beginning to sweat even though i wasn't half as worried as the guy sitting next to me. I was just minutes away from finding out my fate that rest in four words YOU PASSED THIS TEST, well that's what I was hoping for anyway. I was on the last question of the last scenario and click I made my decision and was done. I took the quick little survey and calmly and collectively got up and waited for the printer to print out my score sheet. It seemed like hours before the printer turned on and spit out my results. I quickly picked up my result and read YOU FAILED THIS TEST. I looked it over not really realizing what I had read only to realize I really did fail--I failed my two points, that's one percent. I killed one of my patients at NBRC Medical Center and probably a child at that. What a way to start off your day--failing a test by two lousey points.

So here I am studying continuously again for my Clinical Simulation whenever i can because i am headed up to Salt Lake tomorrow morning to retake the test on Wednesday. I have even fell asleep studying at my computer. I am already $800 into this test taking thing not to mention the cost of all my study materials, my license, and gas money to get up to Salt Lake all for a stinking credential. One letter difference in my Credential "R" instead of a "C". So here's to praying for good judgment, eased levels of anxiety, and thoughts and prayers of friends and family. Wish me Luck! Here Goes Again!

Saturday, September 20, 2008


Congratulations to my VERY BEST FRIEND KIMBERLY! She Got engaged tonight at Sunset! Kimberly, for those of you who don't know is my my childhood friend forever. We became friends at my dads work party in Kemmerer, Wyoming just shortly after she moved there with her family. We went all through school together and her mom was my babysitter during kindergarten. I even shared the chickenpox with her and being as generous as i could i even shared them with her big brother and little sister too! We have always shared these big moments with each other. She was my Maid of Honor in my wedding and now I will proudly stand in her wedding line when she marries the man who will make her a very happy and beautiful bride! So congratulations Kimberly and Wes! I love you very much!

Wednesday, September 17, 2008



Harlee was a starving little kitten that I found one night when Joey came to share my lunch break with me. We were eating and heard this pathetic little meow. I went and found her in the bushes and offered a piece of my chicken she was so hungry that when she finished it she bit my finger. So much for the saying "don't bite the hand that feeds you." I made Joey take her home and feed her some kitty food and give her some water. He said "you are not keeping this one!" Well, the plan wasn't to keep her but to give her to my mom. My dad was going to decide that weekend while he was here visiting. We fell more in love with little Harlee everyday. Izee enjoyed having another kitten to play with so Joey decided that we could keep her if my dad said mom couldn't have her. So you can guess what dad said. Harlee got her name from Joey. He named her Harleiquin because she reminded him of a bat...and that made him think of the Joker's girlfriend from Batman named Harley Quinne thus her name Harleiquin. Joey says it's the perfect name for her because she is a little joker--she teases Ayce and Iz. She is such a sweet kitty. She loves to play with Izee and is getting more use to Ayce everyday. She cuddles with anyone and everyone and has a lot of love to give.



Izee is our six month old American Bobtailed kitten. We adopted her in May of this year. She was a little miracle. Izee came to us after we lost our first kitten Demee who was with us for just a very short time. Izee was a very sick kitten when we adopted her. She had the feline flu, which affects the respiratory system. She couldn't breathe very well because she was so stuffed up and so she wouldn't eat. We had to give her antibiotic for ten days and really nurture her to health. Ayce was such a good dog, he helped us to teach her to eat. She had been taken away from her mom to early. She did everything Ayce did and that is how she learned. I think that she doesn't know that she isn't a dog and that Ayce is not her mom. She loves to play and to cuddle with him. Izee also loves her new little sister Harlee. She has taught Harlee how to be another cat that acts like a dog. Izee has grown up to be such a beautiful kitty. She is so sweet and cuddles with me and Joey on her own terms but usually that comes early in the morning when we want to sleep. She especially loves Joeys scruff on his chin--the best way to get her ears scratched! Izee will get extremely affectionate if i sing You Are My Sunshine. Its funny and I find myself singing it allot just to get some cuddles from her.



Ayce (All You Can Eat), our black lab-who knows what mix, who we adopted in March of 2006 just shortly after I lost my little Jack Russel Terrior Daizy May. Ayce was nine weeks old when we adopted him. On his adoption card it says he is a black lab newfoundland mix, so we thought that he was going to be big and hairy. As you can see from his picture he definetly not big or hairy he most definetly does not have any newfy in him. We didn't care what he was he was so cute and he really helped me to feel better after Daizy died. He continuly makes me laugh and he does some really silly things. Ayce earned his name because he literally ate everything from my favorite slippers, a bag of dark chocalate m&m's to sprinkler heads and garden hoses right down to carpet in the sun room at my in-laws house. It seemed like he was never going to stop misbehaving but he has really turned out to be a pretty good dog. What makes Ayce special is that he loves the kittens. He really looks after them and takes care of them, sometimes they don't love him as quiet as much. We love Ayce very much and know that he will continue to bring happiness and laughter to our family for years to come.

Sunday, September 14, 2008

In the begining there were two.

This is OUR Love story!

For those of you who don't know Joey and I will soon be celebrating our third year of marriage. WOW, time sure does fly fast. We were married on October 21, 2005 in Layton, Utah. My Wedding was everything I ever dreamed it would be. Joey, along with our parents did everything they could to make it a dream come true.

Joseph and I met at Brighton Gardens Assisted Living where we were both working at the time. Joey had been working there for about a year before I started. He did maintance and cleaned carpets at the time. I was hired to work in as a "care manager" glorified name for a certified nurse assistant. When I started working there Joey instantly took notice in me and introduced himself. I wasn't quiet looking to get into a relationship but things fell into place and there were soon sparks. By sparks i meen a little old lady named Cecile, who was suffering from dementia but still had many years of wisdom to offer a blind man. The story is one night when the two of us were both working Joey had come up the the "office" to visit with the assisted living crew. Cecile liked sitting in the office as well so there we all were and just out of the blue she asks to me " Now do you have a Beu?" I what I thought to didn't take me long to realize she was asking if i had a boyfriend. So i answered "No, not exactly." She quickly then turned from me to Joseph and asked him "Do you have girl?" He responded very quickly not hesitating a bit and said "NO, I am still looking!" Well then Cecile looked straight at him and said "well if you would open your eyes you would see that what you are looking for is right there in front of ya!" So from that moment on Joey and I can't agree on the story but I know how it really happened and that is all that matters.

We began dating and just a few months later we were engaged to be married. The purpsoal was absolutely insane but so romantic all at the same time. It was Christmas morning and I had just gotten off of a graveyard shift at Brighton Gardens. I was very tired and somewhat in coherant at the time. It is hard to explain in words how Joey purposed but he had me all in dither and even had me thinking he was going to break up with me. LOL! Anyways he had me chasing a maze of twine throughout his house, outside then finally back into the house where he had a build-a-bear cat dressed in a tux and a build-a-bear pink poodle dressed in a wedding gown sitting. The cat had a voice box in his paw that had Joey's voice recorded asking me to marry him. Okay everyone now you can say "OH....How Sweet." My ring was and is beautiful. What a wonderful Christmas present.

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