Got Milk?

Dear Milk

I have loved you since the day I was born.

Our relationship has grown so strong over the past 20 years.

Imagine what it could be if my mom would buy the whole you instead of just 1% of you.

(You have so much greatness, she just can't see that yet. Give her time.)

You are always waiting so patiently in the fridge for me.

You never complain.

You always make me feel better.

However, my nutrition teacher made me take a test.

She said that 4 gallons a week wasn't good for me.

I thought she was crazy!

Then I got the results back...

She was right.

I bought a water bottle the other day.

I know what you're thinking.

I'm sorry.

Reminiscing

When I was in highschool I had the opportunity to participate in an internship. I was able to intern with Mrs. Collado's 5th grade elementary class. It was a great learning experience for me.I was able to show my creative side by decorating the bulletin boards, the classroom, and creating games for the kids. I was also able to share my knowledge when opportunities came up where I was able to teach the kids lessons and help them with their assignments. I was even able to exercise my authority by administering tests and discipling when necessary.

But more importantly, I was able to improve upon my athletic abilities during recess. (Yes I went to recess with them :) There is a time and place for grading papers and recess is NOT the time nor the place.) Those 10 and 11 years olds amazed me with their incredible athletic ability. They were some serious competition when we got a game of kickball going.I mean it. They really were impressive! However, being 17 at the time I think I had quite an advantage over them. Especially when it came to tetherball.

I think there's some kind of unspoken rule where you're suppose to let younger kids win when you're playing a game, or atleast make it a really really close game. But... with my competitive nature I showed NO mercy! (I'm still undefeated to this day :)) They had no chance. Poor kids.

OHH who am I kidding?!

Truth be told, they were the one's who were letting me win.

I miss them..

Catch Me. Please?

When I was 12 years old I received a tetanus shot. Then minutes later my shoulders really started to ache and began to feel rather heavy. “Hmmm, that’s strange.” I thought. I just tried to ignore it.

Another minute or so went by and then I lost all feeling. This included my feet which, as you can imagine, made it rather difficult to simply stand up. “Wow, now that‘s really strange.” I thought. So I then put all of my concentration into balancing so I could just stand upright. (I probably should have lied down but I was more concerned about what the 200+ people in the gymnasium would have thought of me. Keep in mind I was only 12.:))

Just when I thought things couldn’t get any stranger, everything went black and I could no longer see. Perfect. Once this happened then I thought maybe it was finally time to tell someone. I knew Kelsey was behind me so I said, “Kelsey, catch me.” In the darkness I heard a loud BANG! Although I couldn’t feel anything at the time (trust me, I was feeling it for a long time afterwards!) I knew exactly what had happened.

I ‘awoke’ to find myself flat on my back and surrounded by my mother and a bunch of doctor’s. They were all calling my name and asking a bunch of questions all at once. I couldn’t comprehend anything they were trying to ask me. It all felt like a dream. I only had ONE thing on my mind, so first thing’s first - I sat up, looked directly at Kelsey and said, “YOU DIDN’T CATCH ME!” (Apparently she never heard me…)

The doctors told me my nerves from getting a shot is probably what caused me to faint. Pffft! I wasn’t even nervous. But they ARE the doctors, so I’ve avoided needles at all costs over the past 8 years. I didn't want a repeat of what happened and I knew I couldn't count on Kelsey to catch me ;) I had to get some blood drawn the other day and when the doctor told me that I think that I may have gone into shock. So she took me to the room where they take your blood and the nurse is preparing for me. I noticed one vile on the counter. I can’t believe I have to fill that whole thing!! Then she puts 4 more on the counter.. Ugh. Now I’m getting really nervous.

Here comes that needle, it’s been 8 years - I’ve forgotten what to expect. But to my surprise I barely felt it. I watched as the blood spurted into the vile. This. Is. AWESOME! I don’t think she could have filled up those 5 viles any faster.

I’m actually positive that she didn’t get enough blood. Infact, I should probably go back and have her draw 5 more viles just for good measure. And this time, I want to stick the needle in.