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Friday, June 29, 2007
Flying Solo
Well. . . its official, Robyn is flying solo. The other night, we talked till about 4 in the morning and I explained to him that continuing things would probably be a bad idea. I mean, don't you think? He comes here in July and then leaves in September, and back to being 4 1/2 hours away again. I know its wierd to not be as impulsive as I usually am, but for some reason, I kept thinking about the future and this whole situation would only mess with my head. I hate it when that happens.
Everythings fine though, I don't want to call myself a heart breaker because I'm not sure if his is actually broken, but let's just say his expectations were not met, I'm a expectations un-meet-er.
Anyway, I sort of felt sad at work yesterday because I was so tired and in kind of a down mood. I ended up going out with the TL gang afterwards, I told myself to go because being around a lot of people was probably a good idea. It was fun, but I had to leave early, I was so exhausted from having "One of Those Days."
Anyway, I leave for Michigan today!! Yeah for getting away!!
Everythings fine though, I don't want to call myself a heart breaker because I'm not sure if his is actually broken, but let's just say his expectations were not met, I'm a expectations un-meet-er.
Anyway, I sort of felt sad at work yesterday because I was so tired and in kind of a down mood. I ended up going out with the TL gang afterwards, I told myself to go because being around a lot of people was probably a good idea. It was fun, but I had to leave early, I was so exhausted from having "One of Those Days."
Anyway, I leave for Michigan today!! Yeah for getting away!!
Wednesday, June 27, 2007
the recuperating story. . . its a good one
Okay, I promised the story and I sort of forgot to mention it earlier. . . sorry.
So here's what happened last Thursday, I was at work all day (and by all day I mean till 4), but starting at 2:30 I got a very sharp pain in the right side of my back. So at work, I asked David (the head cook) if he knew where the spleen was located (I now automatically assume that all problems with my organs involve the spleen. . . because it's fun to say), but David had no idea what I was talking about, so I kept holding onto the ache and help the customers at the same. Cary then came into site and so I asked him, he had no idea, but decided to print me off a picture of the anatomy of a human body. I found the spleen rather quickly, unfortunately though, he gave me the picture while 5 other guys hovered around the customer service area. Most of those guys are smart-mouthed, and if you work at Twin Lakes you know who I mean. So they came up with tons of organs that are probably wrong with me: liver, kidney stones, liver stones (supplied by David who's treatment is to go drinking with him), gallbladder, appenidx, etc. Then of course, one of them yelled out, "Maybe you're pregnant!"
{gasp}
I really wanted to ___________ (insert physical abuse here) that guy, because I'm sure you all can imagine what the rest of the guys did and the harassing I put up with.
I was still in pain, which had then spread from the right side of my back to the left and frontside. It was almost 4 by this time so I asked to leave, pretty much because I couldn't take the pain and the harassing anymore. I called Mom on my way home, thinking, "Hey. Maybe we should see the doctor." Except, she thought it was just muscle fatigue and kept trying to feed me pain reliever. "You worked out this morning, I'm positive it's just from that."
I think I know the difference between muslce and organ pain. After about 20 minutes of Mom not listening and telling me going to the doctor is a bad idea (insurance reasons, I'm no longer on the parents account) I had to do something beside hold my stomach and lay in the fetal position. I mean, at least taking a Zantac could help. . . and it did. All the pain, everywhere, went away. Robyn-1 : Mom-0
Unfortunately, it appears that my ulcer is back and now I have to be careful. . . again. I hate being stressed. Raise your hand if you think Robyn is going to have a heart attack before she's 30!
So here's what happened last Thursday, I was at work all day (and by all day I mean till 4), but starting at 2:30 I got a very sharp pain in the right side of my back. So at work, I asked David (the head cook) if he knew where the spleen was located (I now automatically assume that all problems with my organs involve the spleen. . . because it's fun to say), but David had no idea what I was talking about, so I kept holding onto the ache and help the customers at the same. Cary then came into site and so I asked him, he had no idea, but decided to print me off a picture of the anatomy of a human body. I found the spleen rather quickly, unfortunately though, he gave me the picture while 5 other guys hovered around the customer service area. Most of those guys are smart-mouthed, and if you work at Twin Lakes you know who I mean. So they came up with tons of organs that are probably wrong with me: liver, kidney stones, liver stones (supplied by David who's treatment is to go drinking with him), gallbladder, appenidx, etc. Then of course, one of them yelled out, "Maybe you're pregnant!"
{gasp}
I really wanted to ___________ (insert physical abuse here) that guy, because I'm sure you all can imagine what the rest of the guys did and the harassing I put up with.
I was still in pain, which had then spread from the right side of my back to the left and frontside. It was almost 4 by this time so I asked to leave, pretty much because I couldn't take the pain and the harassing anymore. I called Mom on my way home, thinking, "Hey. Maybe we should see the doctor." Except, she thought it was just muscle fatigue and kept trying to feed me pain reliever. "You worked out this morning, I'm positive it's just from that."
I think I know the difference between muslce and organ pain. After about 20 minutes of Mom not listening and telling me going to the doctor is a bad idea (insurance reasons, I'm no longer on the parents account) I had to do something beside hold my stomach and lay in the fetal position. I mean, at least taking a Zantac could help. . . and it did. All the pain, everywhere, went away. Robyn-1 : Mom-0
Unfortunately, it appears that my ulcer is back and now I have to be careful. . . again. I hate being stressed. Raise your hand if you think Robyn is going to have a heart attack before she's 30!
blubber lips
So today, when I was eating lunch, I stabbed my mouth with my fork and now my lip is a little swollen and squishy. . . talk about an eating disorder.
Friday, June 22, 2007
Kelsey's note
I haven't had Kelsey write me a note in class since Freshamn year of high school. So it was interesting to see what she had to say, and then of course I read it:
Robyn
We should go to Michigan again at the end of July or august. So Becks can go. Have you ever met Joanna or Michelle? You need to meet my grown up friends. . . They are cool.
I really have to pee.
Peeing gets its own paragraph, I have to pee. I have to pee. I have to pee. Hey Hey Hey Hey.
Did we ever get Becky another present? What should
CHEATER!
we get for her?
DOUBLE CHEATER
I want to hang out with Lauren Erbach. I should call her. Is she still engaged?
Sunny called me on monday and I forgot to call him back. ooops lets call him at the break
{Insert 5 images of stars} You are my shining star.
Love Kels
Robyn
We should go to Michigan again at the end of July or august. So Becks can go. Have you ever met Joanna or Michelle? You need to meet my grown up friends. . . They are cool.
I really have to pee.
Peeing gets its own paragraph, I have to pee. I have to pee. I have to pee. Hey Hey Hey Hey.
Did we ever get Becky another present? What should
CHEATER!
we get for her?
DOUBLE CHEATER
I want to hang out with Lauren Erbach. I should call her. Is she still engaged?
Sunny called me on monday and I forgot to call him back. ooops lets call him at the break
{Insert 5 images of stars} You are my shining star.
Love Kels
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Where to begin. . .
I think life is too funny to go unnoticed. . . so I think this is the best way to get me to start writing again.
I know this first post is short and sweet, but I haven't decided yet where to begin.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow will be a good day to start this blog because as of now, right now, I'm sort of still. . . 'recuperating.' There's a story worth mentioning behind all of this, but not today. Someday when you're ready.
I know this first post is short and sweet, but I haven't decided yet where to begin.
Tomorrow.
Tomorrow will be a good day to start this blog because as of now, right now, I'm sort of still. . . 'recuperating.' There's a story worth mentioning behind all of this, but not today. Someday when you're ready.
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