Under very normal, even under extremely positive, circumstances I am terrified of getting sick. Mostly, I am afraid of terminal illnesses, but I often think I have any illness anyone has around me. Hypochondria is just lovely, isn’t it?
Now, lucky for me, there is a flu EPIDEMIC. An epidemic! How serious does that sound!? At first, I thought, eh, the news is always over dramatic, it can’t be THAT bad. I have actually felt okay. I have not had any symptoms…even the ones I make up in my head. I have not even been too concerned.
Until today…not one, but two co-workers have come down with the flu. The students are dropping like flies, and Husband woke up with a sore float. The governor even declared a health emergency in New York. Luckily, I did not have work today. I did, however, have to run errands.
Running errands meant riding the train, shopping, exchanging money, and being around so many people. Eww. I tried so hard to ignore all the sneezy, nose-blowers all around me, but then….I…sneezed. Now my nose is running.
I cannot be getting sick.
I absolutely cannot get the flu. I have plans, big plans. I am flying to Texas this weekend to host my sister’s baby shower, and a huge project to complete at work. I have no time to be sick.
For those of you who may be wondering, no, I did not get the flu shot. Why? I don’t know… I am too busy to take the time to get one. I did not give it any thought. I keep hearing it doesn’t work. I hate going to the doctor for any reason. Basically, just a lot of dumb excuses.
Is it too late to get a flu shot? I just wish I could stay locked in my apartment until my flight on Friday…and maybe lock Husband out. Sorry babe, but if you get sick you may need to be quarantined. No offense.
I hope none of you have the flu, or get the flu. If you do, please stay home. Stay well everyone, and wish me luck!
For the last week I have been racking my brain for the perfect resolution. My ideas are pretty typical…workout, eat healthy, write everyday, be nicer, get over irrational fear of going to the doctor, travel more, stop going to Starbucks so often blah, blah, blah. Everything just sounded so boring, so overdone, and so typical. I decided I needed one simple not too unrealistic resolution.
After all, I do write a blog titled “Positively Panicked”. Everyday (give or take a few) I write to all of you about my daily adventures, the good and the bad, and do my best to focus on the positive, the silver linings, and the humorous sides of every little event. Outside of my virtual life though, I forget where I should focus. In my reality, my negative thoughts have been out weighing the positive, and it is time for a change. I want to adapt a more Zen approach to life.
Like Luke, when it comes to all things life I’m adopting a Zen attitude.
On January 1st, we flew home and I did not think a bit about resolving anything. I slept late, ate fries for lunch, and drank coffee after 4pm. Everything was fine and dandy until our flight. When we got to the airport we had a 45-minute delay, which turned out to be the perfect introduction to the rest of our trip.
In one day of traveling my computer crashed, my Nook crashed (every single book was deleted), our plane seats were malfunctioning, the airport tram broke down three times, the third time we were forced off, we stood in the cold to wait for a bus, missed our train, waited an hour, took 5 more trains to get home, ordered dinner at 1am, and they were out of my entrée.
Somewhere between getting kicked off the tram and waiting for our missed train I remembered my New Year’s resolution. “Stay positive”. I was extremely pissed off at this point, especially since I had nothing to read, but I did my best to search for a silver lining.
That silver lining turned out to be a hidden box of Triscuits in my backpack and some quality conversation with Husband. We talk a lot everyday, but during the 8-hour trip home we had real quality conversation, and made real adult like decisions about our plans for the next year.
Another benefit from our unlucky trip is that my willpower to keep this resolution was quickly put to the test, and I am happy to say I made it home without throwing a fit or taking a very expensive cab ride. I even had a few laughs.
I just have to keep reminding myself: deep breaths, think happy thoughts, everything will be okay. I can do this.
Is anyone else adopting a positive New Year’s resolution?
I spent Easter weekend in Texas. (Yay for four days off of work!) I got to spend time in my hometown with my family, and in downtown Houston with my closest girls. Zoey flew in with me and got to experience a little bit of life in small town Texas. We were only there for a few days, but we managed to pack in enough fun to last us until the wedding.
Our visit began at my Mom’s dress shop, Dressin’ Up, so I could get my wedding dress altered, and actually see it for the first time! My Mom has used an amazing guy (Si Bui) for years now, who has never once messed up someone’s dress, (Take that Sunshine Cleaners!)
We drove to Si’s house in the ghetto, for real, and I stood in his tiny dirty home while he quickly took a look at me, put in a couple pins, and then shooed us away so he could get started. His home was literally full of clothes waiting to be altered, and he somehow managed to alter my very intricate wedding dress in 8 hours. He is a crazy talented Vietnamese sewing machine! It’s absolutely beautiful and fits me like a glove!
While the dress was being altered we were busy living it up at my parents home. It was sunny and 80 degrees, and my Dad was boiling a large pot of live crawfish. Zoey and I were so excited to be out of the city, the cold, and the wind that we laid on the hot concrete as my parents’ dog ran circles around us, excited to have company.
Eventually we began to sweat so we got up and took the four-wheeler and 4×4 for a ride through the neighborhood and down to the bayou. We managed to get our rides covered in mud without getting a drop on ourselves….like a true lady.
For lunch, Zoey tried crawfish for the first time. We each gave her lessons and tips on how to peel the crawfish, but she was disgusted and could only do a few…big baby. My Dad took pity on her and peeled an entire tray full for her to eat. (I’ve never even got that kind of treatment!)
My bridal party had planned an elaborately themed lingerie party for me that night, but I was forced to leave the house so they could decorate. My sister and Zoey (aka my matron and maid of honor) took me shopping to keep my busy.
The only thing I was told about this party was to dress “glamorous”, like I ever dress anything less.
I put on my fancy face and fancy shoes, and entered into the living room to find that it had been turned into a scene right out of Manhattan. Sex and the City was playing on the big screen, champagne and martini glasses lined all the counter tops, silver and blue balloons, flowers, and confetti covered all empty spaces, my favorite foods were on display (tacos, salsa, and hot fries), large framed photographs of NYC were on every table, posters of Carrie, Samantha, Charlotte, and Miranda were hung, the most amazing cake sat in the middle of the table, and all of my beautiful friends were dressed for a night out in their stilettos.
My Sex and the City themed party was unbelievable. After stuffing my face with lots and lots of chips (I was so close to lasting till’ Easter!), I opened my scandalous gifts. We spent the night catching up while drinking some kind of delicious coconut and cream cocktail my Mom made.
My night ended at a somewhat reasonable time (1am?) because I had scheduled my photo session for my bridal portraits at 8am Saturday morning. This meant I had to be up at 5:30am for makeup to make it to my 7am hair appointment. (God bless Courtney who is 7 months pregnant and more than happy to fix my hair at such a god-awful hour).
*BTW, Courtney did a beautiful job, and works at The Parlor in Nederland, TX.*
I chose my cousin Jeff to take my pictures, not because we are related and I get a nice family discount, but because I LOVE his work. He is truly talented and creative, and I knew he’d capture exactly what I wanted for my Bridal pictures, and boy did he not disappoint!
I wanted my portraits to be personal and unique. I had an idea to take them around my hometown and at some of my favorite places. Jeff was willing to go almost anywhere, provided it had the right lighting, and work his magic. We took pictures in downtown Groves (by my Mom’s shop), at the local Dairy Queen (owned by one of my bridesmaid’s Mother and was a fav hangout during high school), at Starbucks (for obvious reasons), at a really pretty local Catholic church, at the Julie Roger’s theatre (where all my childhood dance recitals were held), and at a local art museum.
Jeff has already sent me a few teasers, and I could not be more stoked! They are turning out better than I even imagined. It is going to take all of my will power to wait and share them with you until after the wedding. And, it’s going to take a team of people to keep me from showing them to Fiancé. Two more months is a LONG time to wait for someone who can’t keep a secret for more then 5 minutes.
From here, my Mother had to drive me straight to a beauty salon to meet my girls. I pulled a “Dirty Dancing” in the back seat to get out of my wedding dress before getting to the salon. (I could actually see new gray hairs instantly growing on my Mom’s head.)
The rest of the weekend is just too much to continue on this first blog. Tune in tomorrow for dancing, a fake tattoo, and a surprise that involved me signing a waiver.
Welcome to My Blog The Sequel. In case you missed out on my first venture into blogdem, let me give you a recap: While living in Albania for a year and traveling through Europe I kept a daily (well mostly daily) blog titled “Adventures of a Teacher.” This blog summarized my daily adventures through teaching, life in Albania, European trips, friendships, mine and Peter’s relationship, cooking, eating, dancing, etc. etc. Through my blog I learned to find something positive in each day to share with my friends and family back home, and also hopefully teach them a little about the new culture in which I found myself. I tried to continue the blog after returning to the states, getting engaged, and moving to NYC, but something just did not feel right….
First of all, Peter was living hundreds of miles away for 2 months, I started a new job, began planning a wedding, and was honestly feeling a little, well, lost. I had a lot of trouble finding a new routine hear in the “city that never sleeps”, and am just starting to really get comfortable now that we have been here 6 months. I have really missed blogging this year, and kind of regret not forcing myself to stick with it! I mean, I have had so many great New York adventures… I often found myself writing the non-existent blog posts in my head thinking about all the great things I should be sharing.
So here I am, ready to commit once again. This time though I plan to do things a little differently. My plan is 3 fold.
1) I have decided to open up to you and share some personal things that I have struggled with, in the hopes that my story will help others by giving them someone to relate with, laugh at, cry with, or just make them feel better about their own lives.
2) I do not plan on blogging about teaching… well not about my current teaching situation.
3) I will write everyday. As much as possible.
That’s it, that’s my big blog plan. I don’t expect it to change the world, or allow me to finally meet Ellen, but I hope it allows me to connect with each of you.