My IQ is 133 (is that good?)

Okay...so I was too lazy to type a real blog, but I did take an IQ test. Here are my results:

Your IQ score is 133

This number is the result of a formula based on how many questions you answered correctly on Emode's Classic IQ test. Your IQ score is scientifically accurate; to read more about the science behind our IQ test, click here.

During the test, you answered four different types of questions — mathematical, visual-spatial, linguistic and logical. We analyzed how you did on those questions, which reveals the way your brain uniquely works.

We also compared your answers with others who have taken the test, and according to the sorts of questions you got correct, we can tell your Intellectual Type is an Insightful Linguist.

This means you are highly intelligent and have the natural fluency of a writer and the visual and spatial strengths of an artist. Those skills contribute to your creative and expressive mind.

I'm a Fawn!

No respect

I’m on EMS duty tonight…and it has been CRAZY! My shift wasn’t supposed to start until 6:00pm, but I went up to the station early to meet my friend Beverly. When I arrived at the station, two ambulances were already gone (out of four total). That is not a good sign. I go inside, and Beverly is no where to be found. I did find her stuff thrown in the report room, so I figured she left to go on a call rather hastily. I found the pair of EMS pants I had old her to bring for me to wear tonight, since the ones I have are too tight (since I’m getting too fat). So, I go to change into these larger pants, and a tone drops for Medic 3. Well, since I’m the only one at the station, I had to go. So, I rush out of the station in route to the auto accident where Medic 1 and Medic 2 are already at. They had a total of five patients, and they could only put two into each unit, hence the reason for calling out for Medic 3. I arrive at the call (in the pouring rain, of course). I jumped out of the ambulance and realized that pants were way too big…and I had no belt to try to help keep them up. So, I’m in the pouring rain, trying to get a patient out of the car while holding my pants up, and cars flying past me like I wasn’t even there. It just sucked. I asked the police officer, who was sitting in his car writing up his report, if he could turn his car to block that lane of traffic. This would enable us to safely get her out. He said he would…and the MF never did. People have NO respect for us…it’s sad. We finally get the patient loaded in the ambulance and take her to the hospital. On the way back into town, all I wanted to do was get some ibuprofen for a headache that suddenly came on, and get a belt to hold up my pants. I’m just pulling into the station when another call drops. So, the medic who was riding with me got out, since he wasn’t on duty, and one of the paramedics that was on duty this evening joined me. We went off to the call. Fortunately, the patient didn’t need, or want, to go to the hospital, so I was finally able to get back to the station, get my stuff together, come home and take some medicine for my headache. Now, I’m just patiently waiting for another call to come in. At least this time, I’ll be prepared with a belt!

Well, the Aeros did it…they won last night! I was so happy. The final score was 4-1. It was so close to being a shut-out, but the Syracuse Crunch ending up scoring with only 1:02 left in the game. Johan did some AWESOME saves.  That boy is so agile.

Since Lori and I did not have tickets to last night’s game, we had to buy some. When our ticket rep called me earlier this week, he said that we would be on the second row, which was fine with me (our normal seats are on the third road). Then, when Lori went to get the tickets, we were moved to the fourth row! I asked her what was up with that…and she told me that Jason said he wasn’t able to give us the second row since we were only getting two tickets instead of three, like we originally planned. Okay…so it wasn’t a big deal, but it was the principle (isn’t it always the principle). We also had two of the most annoying idiots sitting behind us. These bitches were getting on my last nerve. If they sit anywhere near us again, I’m going to have to move. They are that bad.

I did get a few pictures from last night's game. I also added some new pictures of Ariel!

UUUGGGHHH!

This week has been the week from HELL! Please excuse me if I don’t recall it…I'm trying really hard to forget it. It was a Murphy’s Law week…whatever would go wrong, did.

The only thing that could help this week is if the Aeros win tomorrow night. We'll have to wait and see...

Rocket Roger Clemens

Well, I got to "meet" the Rocket, Roger Clemens last night. Honestly, I wasn't that impressed. Now, before you start jumping all over me telling me how good he is, let me explain what happened.

Clemens dropped the puck last night at the Aeros game. It was announced that a limited number of people would be able to get his autograph. Throughout the first and second periods, they were announcing seat locations. If you were in that seat, you were able to meet him. I happen to be in one of those seats.

So, I had to got get my special pass to be taken down to the Lexus lounge. They herded us down there like we were cattle. There were no pictures allowed. Clemens was sitting at a table signing Aeros game pucks and pushing them out to the edge of the table for us to pick up as we went by. So, it wasn't much of an autograph session. The fact I had to miss the last 10 minutes of the Aeros second period really irked me. We were tied 1-1 when my seat location was called. As soon as I left to go get my pass, the Rampage scored twice. Totally unfair.

Meet the Team (and rude people)

Last night, my sister and I went to the Aeros’ “Meet the Team” gig. It was held at the Home Plate on Texas Avenue. Lori and I had eaten there before a game earlier this season. There was Astros, Rockets, and Comets stuff all over the place…but nothing about the Aeros. In fact, we decided that we wouldn’t go back there again due to the lack of the establishment’s support of the Aeros. When we found out that the “Meet the Team” was going to be held there, we were quite surprised.

It was great to see the players. It sucked as far as being able to talk and visit with them. People can also be very rude, which is a big turn-off for me.

But tonight is a good night, because a new episode of Smallville is on!

Does that count?

Well, I went to a baby shower over the weekend. I really don’t care to go to them because it seems people will ask me “So, when are you having a baby?” I really don’t think it’s any of their business…but they still ask me. I think I was one of the youngest attendees at the shower, and many of them were from my IAAP chapter. One of those members was someone that I hadn’t seen in a long time. When she saw me, she asked if I had a boyfriend yet. Instead of giving her a long, boring, or even pathetic story…I just said “I got laid before the Thanksgiving holiday; does that count?” She laughed and said that it did. She didn’t ask me anymore questions about my personal life after that.

I really don’t care if people ask me. I usually just give them a smart-ass answer anyway. I know I’m almost 30, but I guess I’ll settle down when the time is right. I have no idea when that will be.

Go Aeros!

I went to the Aeros game on Friday night. Even though it ended in a tie, it was still fun. I ran into Greg Figler and Bart Gohr that night, two friends of mine that I used to work with at Methodist Hospital ER. I worked there from 1996-2000, so it had been a while since I had seen them. They are supposed to come out again for the January 24th game. Hopefully, I’ll remember to bring my camera that night so I can get pictures of them. It was so cool to see them again. Greg had come out to one of the games last season with his mother. It was then I remembered that he was a hockey fan while I was still working at Methodist! He used to just the paper every morning for the scores of the Boston Bruins and Dallas Stars. I wish I would have listened to him back then about how awesome hockey was. He told me that he’s trying to get more people hooked on the sport, and I told him I would help him anyway I could.

An Invitation to Gil

Speaking of getting people hooked on hockey, this is a special invitation to Gil…who posted that he never gets invited to Aeros games anymore, even though he loves hockey. Gil, consider this your invitation to attend any home Aeros game you want. You can find the schedule here. You just let me know when, and Lori and I will hook you up. Now you have no more excuses.

Another Birthday Completed

Well, I managed to survive another one of Lori’s birthdays!

It was so weird…everything that I had planned for it kept hitting snags. But, it all worked out in the end and she had a great time. A big thanks to everyone who came up and wished Lori “Happy Birthday” at the game! I think that helped make her night.

I also owe a special thanks to Greg Wythe and John Shaw. They were able to get a hockey stick autographed by Mika Hannula for Lori. She loved it! When it was presented to her, I swear her jaw dropped to the ground.

I also owe a special thanks to Laura Naquin, Lori’s friend who helped arrange for all her other close friends to show up at the game. Lori had no idea that they were coming, so it was quite a surprise.

Next year, she’ll turn 25. My mom asked me how I was going to top this year…and I told her I’m not even going to worry about that right now. Heck, I have a whole year to worry about that .

Happy Birthday, Lori!

I just want to wish my sister, Lori, a very happy 24th birthday!

We're going to the Aeros game tonight and plan on having a great time!

Warning: Gross Entry

I was on EMS duty Tuesday night. It was cool because my partner that night was Ed, my best friend’s husband. Just for those of you with dirty minds, he was just my EMS partner. We started our shift at 6:00pm and were checking out our ambulance. Here’s part of our conversation:

Julie: “Ed, we need a code [CPR] tonight.”
Ed: “No we don’t.”
Julie: “Yes we do…these drugs expire on February 1st this year and we need to use them up!”
Ed: “No we don’t.”

Then, after a few minutes:

Ed: “Are you going to get an intubation tonight?”
Julie: “If I get an opportunity to intubate, it’s probably because we’ll have a code”
Ed: “Not necessarily.”
Julie: “True…but that’s usually the case.”

Sure enough, around 7:30pm, we get called out to a person who is not responsive and not breathing and the family had begun CPR. I did get two chances to intubate, but it wasn’t successful. The guy had so much vomit in his mouth, I couldn’t see anything! This was also the first time I can remember actually starting to feel sick from the smell of vomit. The other paramedic on duty then tried to intubate twice, and he also missed. It made me feel a little better since I wasn’t the only unsuccessful person trying to intubate on the call. Then, Ed got it on the first try so he thought he was just the biggest stud on earth. You ‘da man, Ed!

After the call, I asked Ed if he was going to kill me for jinxing us to get a code. All I had to do was buy him a Vanilla Diet Pepsi on the way back from the hospital, which wasn’t too bad.

I don’t recall ever saying we needed a certain type of call and then actually getting it. It was definitely eerie.

I'm just not used to this yet...

What the Hell?!?!

I actually had plans on New Year’s Eve. I was going to go to Christine’s house and do their traditional “banging pots and pans” at midnight. Her husband had been cooking a brisket all day and I was so looking forward to it. When I woke up, I had a sore throat and some body aches. I thought it was no big deal, and that it would go away as the day progressed.

I went to Christine’s house around 1:00pm to check out their computer. They were having some issues with their DSL. Then, I headed to Absolute Hair Design to get a hair cut. Christine also went there to have her hair fixed. I told Christine that I would see her later that evening and went home.

By the time I got home, I felt like crap! I was so cold, that I put on a sweat shirt on over the shirt I was already wearing. I went to see how cold it was in my apartment…and it was 70˚. I decide to take my temperature, and it was 100.5˚. Well, this just sucked. I didn’t want to go to Christine’s house with a fever and possibly get other people sick, so I took some medicine and vegetated around home for a while. My fever did go down to 99˚, so I went over to Christine’s for a little while. The body aches were still there as well as the sore throat. I managed to stick it out until 9:00pm. After that, I had to go home, take some more medicine, and pass out. What a way to welcome in the New Year.

Now, fast forward to today…I wake up this morning, and discover that I have pinkeye (AKA conjunctivitis). This morning, I had taken the last dose of the antibiotic I was on from the damn cat bite. Less than an hour after that, I’m in the doctor’s office to get eye drops for this damn pinkeye.

My friend Beverly tried to put things into perspective for me. She told me, “Damn girl, the closer you get to turning 30, the more your body is falling apart!” Thanks Bev, I really needed that.