Job Security...

Oh goodness...some days you just wonder. Today I was working and got a call for a "choking infant." This makes anyone's stomach drop, but so far, in my 3 years on an ambulance, each time the baby has been screaming by the time we got there and it's been no big deal. Here is a tip for all of you parents out there. Don't feed your 7-month-old taquitos. That's right this mom had given her 7-month old little girl fried, crispy-shelled, shredded beef taquitos. Seriously...what do some people think? Just FYI, it didn't work too well. The little girl was fine and laughing at us all by the time we got there. So, at least it had a happy ending. Just thought I'd share that bit of wisdom with you. Generally, they should have teeth BEFORE they eat fried food with shredded meat.

I have to be able to do what?!?!?!?!?!?!

Okay...so kind of a funny story. While filling out my mission papers, one of the questions asks if I would be able to "work 12 to 15 hours per day, walk 6 to 8 miles per day, ride a bicycle 10 to 15 miles per day, and climb stairs daily". Well, "work 12-15 hours a day" piece of cake! Walk 6-8 miles per day...according to the pedometer I wear, that is nothing! Climb stairs daily...already do. Ride a bicycle 10-15 miles per day...well, that could be a problem. See, I, being a freak of nature apparently, never learned how to ride a bicycle...so guess what I am going to have to do before April? AND, I better get "experienced" at it too. If I get assigned to a mission with bikes, I'll not only have to figure out how to ride...but in a SKIRT!!! YIKES!!! SO, wish me luck...and hope/pray/fast that I live to submit my papers!

I am still alive...depite my blog temporarily dying

Okay, so seeing as how my last entry was LAST YEAR and my sister has had 3 blog entries in 3 days, I can't be out done. So here is an update on Caitlin's life. Work is still work...I no longer have a permanent station...I'm a "rotator" as they call it. Basically, each shift, I work at whatever station has an opening. While this is a royal pain in the behind...my new year's resolution (or so I tell myself) is to look at the brighter side of things. I get to work with a variety of people and hey, if I'm at a station I don't particularly like...just wait a shift and I'll probably be moved. ANYWAYS...I've been keeping busy with the mission prep. So much work. I sometimes want the good ol days when you said "I want to go on a mission" and they said "okay." But I know that the bar has been raised and I am going to meet it. I've been filling out all the medical forms. There are so many appointments!: dr's for a physical, dentist, passport photo, "mission photo" for the application (I realized that I don't have any recent pictures of me being "normal"), meet with the bishop, stake president...AAAAAAAAAAA!!!!! But each step gets me more and more excited. Well, that's about it for now...I'll try not to fall off the face of this planet for quite so long...P.S. 91 more days until I see my neices and I'm in Cali!!!!!!! (but who's counting?)