My life as a red head...

Officially this blog started a couple of weeks ago when I decided that if it actually works out that I get to go to Africa (Yea!)...this would be a wonderful way for all my friends, family, and other nosy people to keep tabs on me. So, here's my first blog.

As I'm sitting here in my bed typing, I kind of feel like Sarah-Jessica Parker off of the hit series "Sex and the City" (Of course, mom, I would never watch that kind of trash b/c you taught me better than that...maybe. Remember the trucker story!!!), but with frizzy red hair instead of perfectly done blond hair and she lives in the cutest flat in NYC and I'm pretty sure I'm loving my perfectly done Halloween decorations here in Nashville in a rented town house.

The reason I started writing today was because something happened to me that I never in all my life thought would happen. I passed out. Cold turkey. I was a turkey lying flat with my feet approximately a foot a part from one another and my head cock-eyed to the left and upright on the wall at Baja Burrito. Let's back up---I gave blood this morning. It has never been a problem before and I felt better today than other times I've given. After giving blood, I went out into the lobby and did what every good citizen does after giving blood...I are plenty of snacks provided just for me. I ate an oatmeal creme pie, a nutty butty, a pack of crackers; I drank a coke and had myself some bottled water. Some of you, I know, are already thinking there is no way that I could have passed out after eating all of that stuff. You are also thinking that maybe I should have left snacks for the other upstanding citizens. Well...I did leave snacks for the others, I just had my share. Also, they make you stay for 15 minutes with snacks and nothing to read. What else was I supposed to do? Anyways...I went shopping for about 2 1/2 hours and I'm assuming I burned way too many calories looking for sales b/c when my blood sugar plummeted, it plummeted bad. So, here's the scoop. I walk into Baja Burrito (my favorite burrito place and I love eating outside there...) stand a little bit away from the glass doors, but not in line. If you've been there, you know there is a four foot-ish wall that separates the incoming people from the line. That's where I was standing in the corner. I smile at the people coming in, nod my head politely at some, and just enjoy standing waiting on my friends Daniel and Ashley. I'm a little hot, but I'm fine......

Nope. I'm on the floor. Teeth grit. Pale. Sweating. Eyes open with some dim-wit looking at me like I did this on purpose. I crack a smile and barely move my right hand and then she turns back around. I think I've taken a nap at first while I was waiting, but I don't remember lying down with my feet apart and my head still resting on the wall. So, I sit up and as I'm sitting up this nice man comes up to me from outside and asks if I was okay. You think the lady would have, but no. He then continues to ask me all of these questions and making statements like "Man, your hot" (as he is putting his hand on my forehead and "I think you fainted." And of course, I respond..."I know. I'm a nurse." What? Anyways, Daniel shows up about that time and saves the day with a glass of water and I stand up and I am just flabbergasted at the whole situation. I mainly am just mad b/c none of my friends were there to be witnesses (The golden girls would have totally appreciated this event). Witnesses to another story that I could exaggerate and tell for years to come.

This story is true and so new that I couldn't make any of it up. So new that I have now noticed two bruises on my elbows, a slight burn looking abrasion on my left arm, and a cut on the inside of my lip from where I probably had a seizure and bit my lip and that lady didn't even care.

This is my very long blog for today. The grammar will never be correct, the run-on sentences will be too numerous to count sometimes, but it will always give you anal-english people something to do while you are reading this blog. You will all read this blog hopefully starting when I'm in Africa or on my way (otherwise, I might be very embarrassed if you read this before I leave). Please pray for me as you pray daily. Let's all pray that we continually try to search what God's will is for our lives. May we never stop searching and asking questions. May He always bring us down to earth and let us see a different view (even if it is from the floor of Baja Burrito)...