Survived!

I have officially survived my first 11pm-7am shift.

I gotta admit, if it wasn’t for the handfull of overdose patients, a couple psychodics, and your random chest pain patients, i would’ve had quite the quiet night!

Note: this is a good thing. Sleeping on the job is a HUGE no-no, so these steady pages to the ER kept me fairly awake! 

Also, since we’re on the topic of sleeping on the job, my shuttle-van driver did just that. AND didn’t answer his phone when we called about a hundred times. He litterally parked his van and slept for over an hour…. this is a REALLY bad thing to do since WE RELY ON THE VAN TO GET US TO THE OTHER HOSPITAL FOR OUR STAT PAGES!!!!!!!!!!.

can you tell i was pissed off??

needless to say, a nasty little incident report is being typed up by yours truely, and he’ll hopefully never sleep on the job again! *crosses fingers*

Anyways, i survived! yay Leigh!

Let’s see what is going to happen next! a full week of 11AM-7PM days are ahead of me!  yippee!!!

PS. Went to visit my luvers down in the valley for a surprize visit - which included drinking and kareoke! - and my lil road trip as made me miss them exponentially more. Hopefully once work settles down I’ll get to see them again!

xoxo

American Gladiator

After much consideration, I’ve decided that I’m going to become the next American Gladiator…. as well as get into Titan’s or Rocket’s pants.

But on a serious note, I’ve loved American Gladiator back-in-the-day  when it was first popular (oh, and does anyone remember rollerball? damn.) Anyways, though I find Hulk Hogan a bit annoying at times, the continuous ass-kicking that occurs on each show makes me giggle and warm all over.

And if it was possible to have a ‘gal crush’ then I have to admit having one on Phoenix. Hott Damn that girl is fan-f**king-tastic.

She is officially my role model. This summer I’m going to get in wikid shape, and if I could look even an ounce like her, I’d be happy.

 

Stardust Quote

“You know when I said I knew little about love? That wasn’t true. I know a lot about love. I’ve seen it, centuries and centuries of it, and it was the only thing that made watching your world bearable. All those wars. Pain, lies, hate… It made me want to turn away and never look down again. But when I see the way that mankind loves… You could search to the furthest reaches of the universe and never find anything more beautiful. So yes, I know that love is unconditional. But I also know that it can be unpredictable, unexpected, uncontrollable, unbearable and strangely easy to mistake for loathing, and… What I’m trying to say, Tristan is… I think I love you. Is this love, Tristan? I never imagined I’d know it for myself. My heart… It feels like my chest can barely contain it. Like it’s trying to escape because it doesn’t belong to me anymore. It belongs to you. And if you wanted it, I’d wish for nothing in exchange - no gifts. No goods. No demonstrations of devotion. Nothing but knowing you loved me too. Just your heart, in exchange for mine.”

Weight Club?

So, as been told by my mother today, I have lost some weight.

now note, i’m not a ‘hefty’ girl to begin with, but i have some curves i’d like to tone down a bit!

anyways, as i’m getting my breakfast (a half a bagel and some OJ), my mom blurts out “Wow Leigh, it looks like you’ve lost weight! have you noticed??”

“uhhh…hmmm…. no…?”

*i then look down, look back up*

“maybe my boobs got bigger…?”

 

*insert my father’s hysterical laughter*

oie.

anyways, i have lost some weight…. i call it the “i worked two full time jobs Diet”

How does this diet work? simply! :

(a) I worked two full time jobs! Hospital from 7am-3pm, then Army from 5pm - 11pm

(b) both jobs required me to run around like a chicken with my teeny head chopped off!

(c) meals were on the go, which for the most part, was actually healthy eating (like a banana!)

(d) i walked TO the hospital, FROM the hospital, then TO the metro center, then FROM the metro center.

(e) and finally, because i didn’t go drinking every night with my army b’ys, i save $$ and my waist line from the sugarey alcoholic drinks i love to consume.

so my friends, that is how i lost weight. hopefully i can continue this tread with my pilates machine, and because i joined a ‘lose weight club’ with some co-workers. whomever loses the most weight/ % of body fat wins the pot of money! i’m totally going to win.

 

August Plans!

As August is vastly approaching, which means some periodical time off, summer plans are being thought off.

So I’m going to do a little bit of this….

(drinking, being fabulous, and ACTUALLY seeing the movie)

gettin’ a little bit of THIS done….

 

And hopefully some of this!…

 

 

 

 

 

 

(i’m talking about the beach, but if there’s a guy, bonus!)

now that this is done….

Army Life = Night Life

 

The RNSIT (Royal Nova Scotia International Tattoo) is going amazingly well, especially after some major setbacks. We’ve had many injuries come up - bad back, pinched nerves, rolled ankles, infections, and teeth extractions - but we’ve managed to make it to our last two shows fairly sane!

Last night was our ‘Cast Party’, and a handful of the girls decided to go and get this AMAZING dress from American Apparel (which you can wear a dozen ways!), and we each got a different colour.

While getting ready, we guzzled numerous cans of beer, shots of hard liquor, and wine to-boot! And add in some girly gossip - which consisted of objectifying the other sex - we were well on our way for some drunken debautchery!

once we got into the party , at our local fleet club, the fun began!  We - being the sex kittens that we are - were being whistled at, gawked at, and caused quite the fashion statement! it was like the fab four Sex and The City gals, but times ten!

After the cast party, we of course had to make a stop at the infamous dirty dome, where we controlled the dance floor.

Another night to go down in the books.

Gotta love drunken messes in heels.

Heart Songs

Being fairly new in the dating game, i find myself treading water, barely keeping above the waves.

Everything has changed so much from ‘back in the day’, where you could meet your newfound love of your life in your grade 12 algebra class.

Now things are much more complex. The world wide web is involved, where chats rooms and online matches are the method of choice. Where more often than not, all you find is a middle aged person, ‘happily’ married, but looking for some company.

Honestly, it scares me.

It scares me to the core.

Why can’t we meet people in the frozen food section of Sobeys? Or while walking your dog at the park?

Why do young people find it necessary to get completely intoxicated, stumble to the closest water hole, and proceed to do the mating dance? All with the hope of finding Mr or Mrs Right?

 

I thought I found that person.

 

I’ve been burnt many times before, and I’m left gasping for air.

I’ve known this one person for eons… He was always there for me, as a best friend should be. He was the shoulder I cried on, He had words of sanity when all I heard was chaos, and most importantly, He made me feel like a somebody. Someone important. Someone worthy of everything.

For years, we were co-workers, then school mates, then close friends.

and now I’m thinking of him, thinking of how much I missed him while I was away in O-town, and how he puts a smile on my face each time I think about him, or get an email/msg from him.

but he doesn’t feel the same way.

i’m amazing, beautiful, intelligent, sexy, kind, wonderful.

but there’s something missing

 

 

….and i’m left, struggling in this confusing singles world, wondering if i’ll sink or continue to swim….

 

anyone feel the same way?

And it begins!

Well, this weekend, my Mum and I bought a pilates machine….

weeee! should be brilliant! the goal is to lose a healthy 20-30 lbs (and get back to my body, pre-university/trade school!)

i’m some psyched about it! so wish me luck! i’ve worked out the past two days in a row, and there are muscles on me that hurt that i didn’t even know i HAD.

tomorrow at work should be SWEET!

 

motorcycle madness

Some of you may have noticed, but whenever a motorcyclist crosses the path of another, they wave. (look next time and you’ll see!)

It’s a thing. As a motorcyclist myself, it’s one of the perks of going through the silly NS motorcycle course! you get your diploma, you go get your first bike, and “bam!” you’re inducted into the ‘motorcycle club”.

now, everytime you’re on your bike, and you see another bike, you wave! (note, there’s at least 4 different waves…. the five finger wave, the low-hand wave [common with sports bikes], the peace sign, or the one finger wave…)

however, a return wave may not always occur while on the wild and crazy roadways. ESPECIALLY when you’re on the 102 highway! you’re just not always seen! so, although you may feel completely snubbed, many times it’s just due to lack of noticing.

but that doesn’t stop my daddyo from cussin a bit.

honestly, i love this man to DEATH! and since i needed a ride home from work today, he decided to pick me up on the purple honda shadow.

that’s FINE! i mean, i rather be the driver, but whatever!

the only thing is, i’m a good 5 inches above him. so as we’re cruising down the road at speeds of over 100 kms/hr, my head get’s shaken like a wailing baby. i honestly thought that my brains turned into lemon jello and my spontaniously come pouring out of my helmet. thankfully that didn’t happen, and my dad’s cussing - towards all the bikers who ’snubbed’ him - kept me sane.

moral of the story, don’t be a passenger when you’re short, and don’t snub an older man on a purple bike.

I’m in luv with a 57 yr old man.

Ok,

let me elaborate a bit further on my title.

I love (plutonically) a 57 yr old man that I’ve worked with  full-time EVERY summer over the past 4 yrs… whom I just went to see arrive from Oz at the airport this morning. I got to see him for only 20 mins - where I used to see him 24/7 - and my heart is currently aching and going through withdrawl.

Because of my 2 month practicum, I cannot work full time with the army band (and my 57 yr old luv-ah). Instead, I get to spend my 8am-4pm with other older gentlemen (and ladies) who have had heart attacks(infarctions), chest pains (angina), or other heart issues. Don’t get me wrong… I love cardiology, and I love working with people one-on-one, but it’s not the same.

I always looked forward to my summers in Aldershot… Though it was hard work (yes, army band is mentally and physically hard), there were moments that made it ALL worth while. I’m going to miss those moments… Especially with Mr. K (my previously mentioned luv).

Just wanted to know if I’m the only one who is torn on ‘growing up’…?

How do you cope?

xo