Monday, September 17, 2007

So, turns out the world doesn't totally suck.

Today one of my patients gave me a hug.

Not in a weird or creepy way. In a thank-you-for saving-my-life kinda way.

He's just a guy who came under my care, sick as hell, and left the hospital today well on his way to being healthy again. And I'm just a girl who was incredibly moved by the gesture.

Saturday, September 15, 2007

I love an orgainized closet . . .

This early Saturday morning I've decided to pour out my heart as I prepare to pour out cup after cup of coffee. I believe the topics will be varied. Perhaps something new for each cup?

Pre-cup:
While I blog I sit at my desk and am able to see a collage of snapshots. Friends. Family. As much as I love these people, I am so glad to now be sitting in my apartment alone. I need time to think. Time to rejuvenate. Time to just be. I need my Amy time. I really don't understand people that need to be constantly surrounded. People that need to have something planned with others for nearly all their waking moments. Later today I've got plans with my family. I'm so excited to be able to spend some quality time with them. Because I definitely need my family time too! But for now? Planning on milking my morning alone for all it's worth:) And speaking of milk, better get to the fridge. I think my first cup is ready . . .

First Cup:
Got a little distracted by my TV on the way back from the kitchen. But my morning? My prerogative. (Now totally have Bobby Brown's "It's My Prerogative" running through my head!)

Cup #2:
I recently heard someone say "I cannot control how I am perceived. I can only control how I am presented."

Numero tres:
Let me explain a few things. Each of these "cups" are actually equivalent to about 2 and half cups of coffee. I'm using a ridiculously large mug this morning . . . my weekend mug:) So, I'm actually over half done with my 10 cup pot. May make you wonder what I've been doing this morning as there hasn't yet been a lot of blogging. Well, first, when I said I got a "little" distracted by my TV I actually meant that I watched a random makeover show for about an hour. And then when I remembered the above quote (see cup #2), it got me to thinking about how I present myself. The combo of the makeover show and the thought-provoking quote took up quite a bit of time by themselves. More time consumed, however, by the fact that they sent me to my closet. And it seemed like a good time to try on all the dresses in my wardrobe. Which then, of course, led to the cleaning out and reorganizing of said closet. Frankly, I'm a little exhausted. Lucky I have this half-pot of coffee left! Ok, well actually now it's just a fourth . . .

Fourth and Final:
Starting to feel a little jittery. But in a really good and satisfying way! Here's what I'm thinking: I like myself. Certainly there are always, and will always be, things that I'll want to change about myself. Ok with being curvy, for example, but don't really need my ass to be quite this substantial:) And, it continues to be a constant struggle to control my infamous Haller temper. Much better than I used to be but it still gets by me every once in a while. Good thing I'm not into physical violence! Could go on and on. But concentrating on the liking myself thing today:) I'm a cool, smart, loyal person who happens to be pretty cute when she wants to be. What's not to like, right? No wonder I wanna spend time with me . . . :)

Friday, September 7, 2007

When in Rome . . .

What is normal?

My college roommate and I used to refer to ourselves as the only two normal people in the world. Seriously. We used to drive all our friends crazy with talk about our normalcy. We even thought we should be featured on TV. The rest of our country needed a guide after all!:)

Tonight during dinner with two really wonderful friends -

Pause. Patsy Cline is on. Must dance around and sing, back shortly.

Ok. I'm back. During dinner I claimed to be normal. I think my friends were offended that I would label myself as such. They equated normal to average. I disagreed. They asked me to define normal. My answer? Me. They then accused me of being grandiose. Hmmmm.

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Thursday, September 6, 2007

Time flies. Stop it, time. Stop it.

Getting ready to head out to Atlanta. Taking a break from the tedious task of packing.

The last occasion I spent any significant amount of time in the city of Atlanta (airport doesn't count!) was the summer between my freshman and sophomore year of high school. We were on our way back from the beach - always the cross country road trip for the Haller crew! - and decided to stop in Georgia to visit my step family. My grandmother had married George the fall before and his oldest son's family lived in Atlanta. We went to the Coca-Cola Museum:)

Seems like a lifetime ago.

Wednesday, September 5, 2007

Maybe tomorrow . . .

Just popped the top on another icy can of Diet Coke. This addiction thing sucks.

Tuesday, September 4, 2007

caffeine content: 46mg/12 fl oz

I think I may be addicted to Diet Coke. I'm talking seriously physically dependent on the stuff. Part of it, I know, is the caffeine load. But there has to be something else. Some other goodness that Coca Cola adds to make me crave that 12 oz silver can.

I'm not really a fan of feeling dependent on something. Thinking about giving it up. Going cold turkey (Curious phrase, by the way. Origin, Gigi?). Yep. Definitely kicking the habit. Right after I finish the one currently sitting three inches from my left hand, I'm cutting DC out of my life.

Feeling very strong. Very much in control. Liking the new non-dependent me.