Wow

So, I'm sure many of you have heard me tell this story (because it is so freaking crazy), but I think it's blogworthy and felt compelled to post it. 

True Story.

     So, I was in my cousin's wedding this weekend (she was absolutely gorgeous btw!) in Missouri. It was so fun being there and being able to be a part of her big day. I don't get to spend enough time with her!! Anywho, so the ceremony goes great, I'm sobbing of course, attempting to cry "pretty" (we all know that never works in real life). During the reception though, is when the craziness happens. The reception was a sit down dinner and the wedding party was seated on a table on stage. Well, everyone else was below at round tables staggered throughout the auditorium. 

I walked out of the room for a minute, and as I was walking back in, I noticed a commotion at one of the round tables. I walk closer, and hear Tim, the groomm yell "She's choking! Somebody help!!" Then I hear someone yell "Call 911." So I rush over, and somehow end up being the one to give her the hiemlich. So here I am, in the middle of the auditorium, in my bridesmaid dress, pumping this lady's stomach!!! She was taller and bigger than me, but apparently I had lifted this lady off of the ground several times! I do'nt really remember much. Praise Jesus for giving me the strength and courage to do that.  I really don't know how long I was doing the heimlich, and I don't remember much after that. I just now that she was okay and could breathe again. She had choked on a piece of bread, of all things! It was definitely one crazy experience. I have taken CPR courses for years but I never expected to do these things in real life. 

    After everythign was over, I just immediately started bawling. It was kind of comical. I had no idea why I was crying. It was just like a flood of emotions all at once. I mean, I was abosolutely terrified she wouldn't stop choking and then I would have to do CPR or something. So I think it was a huge relief, too, when it was all over. Unfortunately, I was spent after this occurance and spent the rest of the night icing my arm haha. Apparently lifting someone twice your size can hurt your wimpy arm muscles ;)

Ps. Sorry for the typos, my spellcheck is not working. Ooops.

All in a day

Yes that just happened.

1. On Sunday, I woke up and felt the urge to go for a run. So, I threw on my tennies and headed to the local trail. I'm running along minding my own business, pretending to be really in shape, when I see some huge creature out of the corner of my eye. I turned to look, and behold, THREE HUGE deer run, rather frolick, in front of my path. Now, the trail I'm on is not in the middle of the countryside. It's paved and located off of a main street. What are three deer doing on a running trail?! More importantly, why wasn't anyone near me to laugh histarically with me?!! I turn to look and there is not a soul in sight. Rats. I was kind of freaked out at one point, because after they crossed my path, they realized I was a human, got freaked out themselves, and re-crossed my path. I was ready to jump in the nearest tree if that were the case. 

     

     This story reminds me of the time Katy and I were driving around my old neighborhood in highschool. I think I had just turned 16 and was obsessed with driving at that point because we were just tootling around the neighborhood for no real reason. We decided it'd be fun to check out the round-a-bout that is conveinietly located in the next neighborhood over. Better yet, we decided to ride around the roud-a-bout like ten times in a row. As we were completing our fourth or fifth round, out of NOWHERE, and I mean NOWHERE a stampeded of deer darts out in front of my car. I am forced to slam on the breaks and we (well actually just me, because Katy screamed and ducked in the floorboard) watch as like 12 deer shoot in front of my car. I barely missed those suckers. It was probably one of the funniest moments in my life. I mean, Katy and I just sat there laughing for a good ten minutes after. She thought it was a fox coming through the windshield. I had no idea what I thought it was. It was freaky. And hillarious. 

2. The other day, while picking up some groceries at the store, I asked to set some of the bags on the counter for a second. I then proceded to say, "Sorry, I just don't have enough hands!!" I then realize, to my horror, that the lady behing the counter has only one hand. Seriously?! Really? Man. I felt super awkward. I did what I do best, just giggled and smiled and walked away. I hope she had a good humor about it. I didn't stay around long enough to find out. 

Another one? Really?

     It is 5:38 pm ladies and gentleman and I am in my pajamas. Is that bad?! Oops. I have been running around like a mad man today and just got home like not even ten minutes ago. I came in, dropped my bags, threw on my pj's, and sat down to chilax on the couch. My life has been super crazy these past two weeks, I hardly have time to even sit! I'm doing that now thank you very much! Praise Jesus that I made a good grade on my test today, I could hardly focus to study yesterday. It's nearing the end of the semester and that just seems to always come with busyness and stress. Lots of tests, lots of projects, papers....But summer is near. Hallelujah. 

    

On another note, I found out today that the Duggar's Kid that just got married, ya the one who is probably barely legal and has a 6 month old sister, is PREGNANT. Well his wife is. Sheesh. They just tied the knot in September, baby coming in October. Please do not let that happen to me. I want to be married for a good 3 years (MINIMUM) before I start popping out children. I gotta have some quality time with the hubs, travel, and do couply things!! But, that is their prerogative (and lack of birth). Find the story here. I just thought it was pretty crazy, but we should expect nothing less from the Duggars. I mean, they have like enough children to make up a small country. 

But hey, they are probably making more money than we could dream of. Maybe I should pop out 18 kids.... 

Repeat

On repeat.

That is what my life seems to be stuck on right now. I feel like I am running in circles. Class, study, bed. Class, study, bed. Class, study,........You get the point. I am ready for a change of pace, some new scenery. Don't get me wrong, I am extremely grateful and blessed for the life I have, but I just need to work on some contentment issues I suppose. I say all of this, then at the same time I'm thinking "I don't want change!" I'm as fickle as a pickle.

      I am ready to graduate, but then I get apprehensive about what is next. I want to be married but then I am so satisfied with having freedom and space and focusing on friends. I want to go to grad school and get my masters,  yet I don't want to have anything to do with school after I graduate. I want to work in the PICU, but then I really love the NICU as well. I have no idea what I really want. I guess it's a good thing I don't make the plans! I'd be doing like a million things at once and feeling like I should be doing something else. I don't want to live my life waiting to be happy, thinking "If I just do this....then I will be happy." I want to learn to be joyful where I am at in life and pouring into/learning from the people who are alongside me. 

"In his heart a man plans his course, but the Lord determines his steps." Proverbs 16:9

It's about time for me to relinquish my "control" and start to trust. Lord, take my life and do with it as you please. I have all of these ideas in my head, but you are the one who really knows what is best. You know exactly what you want to accomplish with my feeble little life. Let your will, not mine, be done. 

 I'm sorry this is the most pointless blog I've written, but it's like 1230 am and I didn't want to climb into bed quite yet. So, I started blogging. I think my brain is one big mess right now. I shouldn't be allowed to blog past 10:00 pm. 

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Hello my name is Erika and I have an addiction...

Confession.

I am addicted to V-necks. I daily have to fight the urge to open up my bottom drawer, and just slip on that cottony-goodness. It's just so simple, looks great with jeans or comfy pants, and can be dressed up with the right over-sized cardigan 

and jewelry. What makes the situation even worse? I have started dying v-necks, so now I have a wonderful assortment of brightly-colored little joys. Yikes. I am never going to be able to resist now. People are going to start wondering if I own more than just cotton t-shirts. I even wear them to work. Oops. Anyone know of a good therapist? I might start having separation anxiety and attachment issues.                                        

I am not alone in my addiction. No. I believe many of us struggle with this. Just ask my roomie, Kate. 

Fascinating

I know all of my MILLION readers will be happy to see a new post :) JK jk but for anyone who is interested in my riveting life, I am finally making time to blog. Well, lets just say I'm pushing other non-important things (like homework and my laundry) aside to blog. Cue applause and excitement!!!

Ok, but for real.

Things that I love lately:

--TLC shows. Seriously, so interesting. Currently, "I didn't know I was pregnant" is on. These women are having 8ib babies in public bathrooms and in the woods and crap. How do you not know your pregnant? Really?! One woman had twins and didn't even know it. I mean, do you not notice something different?? No period in 9 months=not good. Weight gain in your lower belly region and weird movements=something might be in there??! I guess that is why there is a show about it, because it is so bizzare and extremely interesting. Next up on TLC ((my new fav channel)) is "Paralyzed and Pregnant" then "Woman with giant legs." Be warned, the actors on this show are r-i-d-i-c-u-l-o-u-s.

---Speaking of pregnancy and babies, I worked in the NICU on saturday and it was wonderful. I got to rock and bathe and feed little babies all day. You people are paying me to do this?! Okay fine. I won't object. They were so tiny and precious too.

---The idea of living in a house. I am sick of the noises that accompany apartment life. I think the people below us host a mini-rave on the weekends and late at night. On top of that, I don't really even know who lives there--i see people in and out all day long. Interesting. I'm also sick of the parking spot battles. I will be so spoiled when I can pull into a driveway and come and go as I please, not worried about having to trek across the atlantic to reach my apartment.

--Summer, of course. I get restless at this time of the year. I'm 30 days from freedom....ahhh. I have no idea where I will be working or living right now, I mean I have ideas but I don't really know what the summer holds yet. But nevertheless, I'm ready for it to be here! I won't know what to do with myself...

--Reading blogs. I love them. I follow many. Most of the blogs I read, I really have no idea who the person is. Two of the blogs I read are about babies who are sick, like Baby Stellan and Baby Jonah, both of which need lots of prayer!! But mostly, I just love blogs because it allows you to keep up with people that you live far from!! Facebook is lovely and all, but blogs are just so much more personal and intriguing.

--This past Friday I got to dress up in some awesome 80's gear for Klife's 5K which was so fun. I will take any excuse to rock a side pony and hot pink lipstick. Here's a few pics from the night.