August 4, 2011
Every summer has it's obsessions, new discoveries, and fads. These are a few that could be found in my summer!!
This is my happy place. Billy's family has a cabin
in Blue Ridge, GA right in the valley of Cold and Rich mountains along a creek that runs down to the Toccoa river. It's so peaceful there. When we arrive it's like we leave all of our cares and the rest of the world back on the highway. The only way I can describe the drive down into the valley is that it's like the Lion the Witch and the Wardrobe. In the first book when the siblings find the closet that leads to Narnia and they walk through the closet and it slowly turns into this paradise. Well, that's how the road that leads up to the cabin feels for us. It's a mix between a fairy tale and an 1800's novel. They call the Cabin Treetops--it's what Billy's grandma used to call it. It's seriously as if it was perched on the tops of trees that line the creek. There is never a day, rain or shine, that we don't say "it's a pretty day today." Even thunderstorms are wonderful up there. I can't wait to go back and spend a few days this weekend.
I would like to thank McDonalds for making my favorite drink available to me every single day of this incredibly hot summer. Strawberry Lemonade was made for me and my taste buds. AND it's in slushie form! Thank you God as well!
Molly! She's my new car that I really needed, hate paying for, but love her nonetheless. Jenna and I had a very long, wonderful ride together. Well, until she started costing me more than she was worth. She stood by me through a lot. If only cars could talk--she'd hate me, but she'd have some great stories to tell. Well, Molly is a 2010 Mazda3 and she is wonderful. She's so much fun to drive. I'd comment on her dependability, but I hope to not find out for a while how dependable she is. She's great on gas, she loves the road trips I take her own. We're like peas and carrots. Not to mention, she's pretty cute! ;)
So I've seen this little logo floating around Milledgeville for a couple of months now, and finally tracked down it's meaning/brand. Peach State Pride is an awesome idea that a GCSU alumni and a fellow North Georgia native came up with to promote pride of the state of Georgia. I describe it to all of my friends as the equivalence of the Palmetto Tree for South Carolina residents (being from a SC boarder county, they all undersand what it means. Unlike others who just think it's a palm tree for people that like the beach.. Sorry, my rant caused my to digress). I'm absolutely in love with the logo, the brand, the purpose. I want one of everything that he has to offer!!
This, ladies and gentlemen, is my best friend this summer. I would not have made it though a summer as a baseball coach's girlfriend without it. If you've ever had to follow a summer league of any outdoor sport in the south, you know how hot it can get. Baseball games are unbearably hot and typically there is no shade to be found. I purchased this battery powered fan to take with me to the games, because I knew I wouldn't be able to make it through the summer without some way of beating the heat. I'm able to put it in my bag and set it up wherever my blanket lands. Very handy, convenient, portable quiet, cheap, and worth it!
One of my newest discovers, and probably the worst of my obsession is Axxium Nail Polish. It's some type of gel that is cured after applied to the nail to ensure that it is very, very hard. It doesn't chip!! It's so good that some salons will guarantee it for at least two weeks. If it peels or or chips, they'll replace it for free! I'm on my second color and even through all the crap I put my nails through, I haven't had a single chip, scratch, or anything less than an awesome looking polish.
July 27, 2011
Hello blog land.. or Hello Megan of the future. Let's face it, nobody probably reads this but me anyway. I'm on the brink of finishing up my summer classes as well as a humongous project at work. I'm fighting with myself to stay focused on all of the finish lines and not to get side tracked or completely derailed. The latter of those has been a possibility more than once. Dad was in the hospital again this past week. However, I think he's finally met his match. He's such a fighter through all of his health related issues. He constantly blows my mind with the things he overcomes. I hope he still amazes me after this most recent scare.
He was sick for quite a few days with symptoms of food poisoning. His doctors thought it would be in his best interest to hospitalize him for a few days because he was dehydrated, but more so to monitor his heart through it all in case his sickness took a toll on it or he took a turn for the worst. After a week of not eating and still no sign of getting better, tests were ran to prove that he has a type of intestine infection that will continue reoccurring even after he is released. More medications were given, and still no progress towards recovery was made. In fact, his lack of activity and eating was causing his liver to shut down. Additional tests were ran to conclude that on top of the previous findings, he had a blockage of sorts within his intestine. Measures were taken to prep him for a potential emergency surgery, once he and his new gastroenterologist (if that's even spelled right) met and decided a plan of attack. Luckily whatever he had lodged was passed through his system, and he was released to go home for a few days. He will have to return soon for a study of sorts to see what may have caused it and to decide preventative measures for the future.
I've never seen him so weak, so in pain, so just plan miserable before. We spent hours together, and he couldn't even say a word because it was so unbearable. He is still weak, weaker than normal. He is unable to get up on his on, and once assisted up, he still has to use a walker at a very, very slow pace. He started physical therapy yesterday. I haven't heard how it went, but I hope this is a new routine that will become regular. He's needed the therapy for a while, but refused to given in and do it. I think he sees it as a form of surrendering to his ailments.
I know this could very well be my last and final wake up call. Though my dad and I have had the best relationship one could as for, I still know I'll regret not being able to spend as much time with him as I possibly can. I know it's also a chance for me to brace myself, more seriously, for the worst. I'm thankful for the many, many chances God has given me to spend more time with him.
I have so many blessings to be thankful for. I'm attempting to show more gratitude to those around me. One way is to become a more positive, encouraging, uplifting, and caring individual. I've been saying this for a while, and I still haven't quite mastered that. I'm still working on my last personal goal of becoming a better listener and question answerer. Maybe I should concur one mountain at a time? That wouldn't be near as much fun. At least now I can find something to work on in every conversation that I have.