tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-80038751406584639682024-02-07T20:29:10.152-08:00We Only Get One ChanceLyndsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06591510756160839939noreply@blogger.comBlogger7125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003875140658463968.post-15672194607988914292010-02-12T13:29:00.000-08:002010-02-12T14:34:18.932-08:00Power to save or take a lifeYesterday morning at about 0315 I was working a shift in the ER. We had an ambulance bring in an older lady (about 88) who had fallen earlier in the night (around 1 am). She was followed into the room by her cute little husband was not in the best of health either. I knew that we had a real problem on our hands when I saw her color and the fact she was not leaving her oxygen on her face. I knew she was in trouble. She looked to be on deaths door step and she had just become one of my patients. <br /> I was the only one in the room with her besides the medics who were standing in the doorway waiting to give report to the nurse. I wasn't about to wait for anyone to ask or tell me to do something to help, so I started an IV just as the nurse came into the room. Now another thing... the nurse (Dani) assigned to this <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">particular</span> room and patient had only worked in the ER for about 8 hours.... EVER.... this was her first shift in the ER, she came for the world of pediatrics in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">NICU</span> and <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">PICU</span>. The ER is a totally different beast to try and tame. As soon as Dani looked at our patient, the color nearly ran <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">out</span> of her face as well as the charge nurse that came into the room to take a look and see if we needed anything. Dani called for a doctor to come into the room, and as soon as the doctor came into the room he asked that we move the patient to another room (trauma 1, a bigger room with all the cool tricks of the trade).<br /> Not long after we moved this cute little grandma into the new room, the doctor came in and told her cute husband that we were going to give his wife some medicine to put her to sleep so we could put a tube down her throat to help her breath. The husband agreed and we got a chair and set it in the corner of the room so he could be in there wife his wife of many years. I was standing at "grandmas" head while Dani gave the medications to get her asleep so we could <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">intubate</span> her. After a few seconds of putting the medication into the IV, the little grandma opened her eyes and looked at me and tried to mutter something, then her eyes closed and she was in a <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">medically</span> induced coma. You need to understand something about the medications we gave her, one is to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">paralyze</span> her (including the ability to breath on her own) and the other is to make her sleep. I continued to stand at her head and breath for her while the respiratory therapist got ready to <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">intubate</span> her. As I stood there and continued to breath life into her, the oddest things ran through my head. I thought " I have a human life in my hands, if I were to stop breathing for her...she would die." <br /> After a few minutes the doctor asked if anyone could feel a pulse, but <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">no one</span> could. She had a rhythm on the monitor, but not a palpable pule. The doctor ordered us to start compressions (CPR) so the nurse did. As the nurse began to press on this grandmas chest, I looked over at the cute "grandpa" and saw that he had tears welling up in his eyes. He knew something was not right, but I don't think he totally understood and comprehend what was <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">truly</span> happening. I walked over and I knelt down and talked to "grandpa". I asked if he wanted to stay in the room or if he wanted to step out, and all he said was "I could make a call." So I helped grandpa up from his chair and grabbed his little bag of oxygen and we <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">slowly</span> walked out of the room to make a call. I asked for the number and I asked grandpa who I would be asking for. It was his daughter. The first time we called, there was no answer. But I knew that it was very early in the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">morning</span> and I tried back again thinking they may not have heard the phone. This time I got <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_12" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">grandpas</span> daughter on the phone and told her who I was and that her dad wanted to talk to her. As I stood there listening to his talk to his daughter, <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_13" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">that</span> is when I knew that he didn't fully understand how serious this really was. He told his daughter to "talk to the nurse" and he handed me the phone. As an EMT, I don't have the authority to tell someone what is really going on, so I told his daughter that I think it would be really helpful that someone come to the hospital and stay with grandpa. She said that she couldn't because she had to get up early because she had to work that next morning. I couldn't tell her that we were doing CPR and that it didn't look good. The mom said that her daughter was a nurse on the 3rd floor of the hospital and she would try and get a hold of her and have her come see grandpa. <br /> After getting off the phone, I asked grandpa if he wanted to stay outside or go back into the room with his wife, and he wanted to go be with his wife. We walked back into the hectic room and I helped grandpa back into his chair.<br /> After a few minutes of doing CPR, your arms and wrists get a little sore from trying to press so hard on the chest that you need a break. I could tell at that point the nurse was getting pretty tired, so I took over compressions. I couldn't help but look at grandpa several times and the tears were still in his eyes as he watched us. It broke my heart. Finally I saw a young girl about 25-30 years old that I knew didn't work in the ER come into the room and walk over to grandpa, her eyes were huge. She too didn't know the real extent of the situation because I couldn't tell her mom on the phone. What a shocker for her as well. She walked grandpa out of the room and into the hall, and as she looked up I caught her eyes and I told her thank you for coming, she smiled and said "you're welcome".<br /> Well, I continued to do compressions and the doctor told me to stop so they could see if there was a pulse. There was, so I stopped. Then the doctor told me to continue. We had 2 ER docs in the room <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_14" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">talking</span> back and forth about trying different things, trying to collaborate to come up with something that may help her live through this part of life. This went on for about 45 more minutes. We were getting her ready to be <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_15" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">transferred</span> to ICU, and it was only me and the nurse in the room when we saw her heart rate drop to 35. Well, we started compressions again and called for the doctor. He came in and looked at grandma and looked at the monitor several times and decided to call it. There was nothing more we could do for her. Everyone left the room but me and a nurse. At this point, grandma still had a pulse of 35 and was trying to breath on her own. This is the part that really got to me...here we were trying to "help" save this life, the life of a wife, mom, grandmother, friend and there was nothing more we as humans could do, all of the years the doctors spent in school learning how to save a life was of no use. It was out of our hands and in the hands of the Lord. <br /> The doctor asked us to stay in the room and wait for her to pass so that we could have a time of death on the death certificate. So, we did. It was hard to watch someone slowly die, I felt guilty that I was just standing there watching and not trying to do something to help her live. I felt guilty like I was "taking" her life. As humans it is amazing that we have the ability to create or take away life. I felt like I was taking a life as I stood there and watched her heart rate go to a flatline. However, we had done everything we could as humans. It was out of our hands.<br /> We started cleaning up the room so that things were put together when the family arrived back in the room to say their goodbyes. It was so hard to sit there and watch the monitors, the heartbeat got slower and slower until there was nothing more. Her time here on earth was up. Her job was done. I called the doctor and told him that the time of death was 0434. It was a very humbling thing to stay in the room of someone who was trying so hard to stay alive but it wasn't meant to be. I watched a life end and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Just a little while earlier, I was talking to her telling her that her husband was at the foot of her bed, and that we were going to start an IV and try to make her feel better. Now she was going home. There was nothing more I or we could have done. <br /> The amount of time we have here on earth is out of our hands. We are lucky enough to come and do the things we do, like go to school, and have families, but when it's our time to go, it's our time to go.<br /> Live life like today is your last day!!Lyndsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06591510756160839939noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003875140658463968.post-54562987778301088212009-10-13T17:09:00.000-07:002009-10-13T19:23:37.138-07:00And yet another Goodbye....<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPwp5u930-BDo7bRvm4X74XODCTQ2GHIFieSS67h2EQlf4INaQYSLiLCWNBytKy4GJZHFNuYJ_azuNY639SF6LCXUYO2rjdjYerKQsAyy9T8ckaQg6Z2n6kFo2kt-bBSIOCvuJEK8E9uA/s1600-h/S6300658.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392254216078739042" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPwp5u930-BDo7bRvm4X74XODCTQ2GHIFieSS67h2EQlf4INaQYSLiLCWNBytKy4GJZHFNuYJ_azuNY639SF6LCXUYO2rjdjYerKQsAyy9T8ckaQg6Z2n6kFo2kt-bBSIOCvuJEK8E9uA/s320/S6300658.JPG" /></a><br /><div><div><div><div>I came home from St. George just over a week ago and thought my goodbyes has ended when I left the land of the red rocks... I was very wrong. My best friend up here in Northern Utah (<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kayce</span>) has been in the military since she was 17. She went on to become a B<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-error">lackhawk</span> helicopter pilot and was just deployed to Iraq after being home from Kuwait just about 8 months. This is her 4<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">th</span> deployment to the middle East. I was so excited to tell her that I was finally coming home and we could spend a lot of time at the lake house getting to know each other again after her year-long <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-error">deploym</span><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt-BCD61erNDUf694aTOQT7K-MYM235BzaQ_t8PLEFly9Z5Kw8MSV9ua7exZmLLgkavj8PEoYyUUrrS7DP0eDM4jMkiR0dXTECMt5jk1dI9i_OYg8mDr-bpz3zNwmfDSOXWxra63OHLEo/s1600-h/S6300637.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392247719011282274" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgt-BCD61erNDUf694aTOQT7K-MYM235BzaQ_t8PLEFly9Z5Kw8MSV9ua7exZmLLgkavj8PEoYyUUrrS7DP0eDM4jMkiR0dXTECMt5jk1dI9i_OYg8mDr-bpz3zNwmfDSOXWxra63OHLEo/s320/S6300637.JPG" /></a><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-error">ent</span> and my 2 year excursion to St. George. Boy did she have news for me. I about fell over when she said that she was going back over-seas. This time is a LOT harder, it's scary knowing where she'll be and what she'll be doing. It seems "more real" and more scary than last time. This is where the real war seems to be going on.<br /></div><div>She made sure she took us over to her "aircraft" and showed us all around and let us get in and look around. <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kayce</span>, you're amazing, that's all I can say!! How you can remember and keep track of everything you're looking at while keeping that thing in the air.... WOW!! She seemed to be pretty calm and was her happy normal self, smiling, laughing a<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQozPGpg2mdO_O2Uzg1EiTmkz2xLiFsULLqTN1PgwLlIEF7kTrUeBwvSXqaGI8lSAbQmWjWG7TBNQByhcg8L4LEZxZYI13yTFCKwx77FZUT9z9ncVGvFJ9NKTL0go8Zn_Vwu7O2nVeguI/s1600-h/S6300672.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392253077709926242" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiQozPGpg2mdO_O2Uzg1EiTmkz2xLiFsULLqTN1PgwLlIEF7kTrUeBwvSXqaGI8lSAbQmWjWG7TBNQByhcg8L4LEZxZYI13yTFCKwx77FZUT9z9ncVGvFJ9NKTL0go8Zn_Vwu7O2nVeguI/s320/S6300672.JPG" /></a>nd joking with everybody that came to see her off. I've seen her a hundred times in her <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">BDU's</span> but this time seemed so different, so weird. I don't know if it was because I was still on a fog from being home only one day, or if it was that I was just trying to soak up every second I had with her that day. I couldn't take enough pictures, I couldn't get enough of her laugh, I couldn't not watch her every move and take it all in.<br /><br />It was crazy watching<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitcU036aKlEBNaLScPQNFDEo7g5UAxQGLnD_xtuWFxVmoqKyqvr9oml96mPE3kpcQUygpoub2Js0Nj4mXrjDVW_F_8B8HcpzOrfUAcWwqV4xXZNKA4h2ztqVujIlxbrdaoDyc1aHEl-g/s1600-h/S6300682.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392256043795742610" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgitcU036aKlEBNaLScPQNFDEo7g5UAxQGLnD_xtuWFxVmoqKyqvr9oml96mPE3kpcQUygpoub2Js0Nj4mXrjDVW_F_8B8HcpzOrfUAcWwqV4xXZNKA4h2ztqVujIlxbrdaoDyc1aHEl-g/s320/S6300682.JPG" /></a> her get ready and finally get in...it really started to sink in for me, and man did the tears fall. I know <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kayce</span>, I said I wasn't gonna cry... too bad! :) But I want you to know <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kayce</span>, how proud I am of you and your decision to go back over there again on our behalf. </div><div><br />It was so cool to see her getting ready and talking with her guys as they made sure everything was ready and good to go. I watched her every move. I know how much she loves flying, but the picture that I love the most is....<br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392256994904018546" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEg07f-tRjfGbIS9BF4ZVGXeQ-uPDc_DVRHF64WdGyCksTVYyDLAXLS0BptlS8SMl2eIWZyd9aIrT2hNnnOzL-3AXbteZYcORQs2EgVhENrEWcrpk2OOaxe8kP0j93Wf7eHVGEGc_W4Dut0/s400/S6300679.JPG" />Tell me she doesn't love her job!!! Look at her smile. This is the picture that I will ALWAYS remember... She LOVES her job, and that smile proves that!! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392258293387096962" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiwGMqxxMReYtLeob_KE8WoukK-i_4u4F6R6jvwpZa-lrHjQ5uuTipWqapCPyKmm0K6H6WlCPsFiycyf4mMxYwvmoa12yQ20YjMdyoxGE-f9IwXaBn1PQ5FTLLpb4lUdvFmK4epAgO1mFc/s320/S6300682.JPG" />Those guys she flies with couldn't have a better pilot than <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Kayce</span>. They are lucky to have her on their side! <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392258942871684882" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhZiV6o3FgDOmk7kir6c3ypYCsns1fVWJSzk3C6uPS2V7EYmdO7_PRtBA9sSvLvUuAEmIr72-va16SPadX7Bph2m954zZMkIa5LPuYCWgBzrHSJ5XWB8Vy4iPn0dNumF1QpKyCJyWtFbOA/s320/S6300690.JPG" />Not long after this picture was taken she was gone again...another year, another round of holidays she'd be missing, another deployment overseas to keep us safe here at home! If you read this, please keep those people overseas in your prayers. They do this for us! I love you CW2 <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">Lowry</span>.. Please fly safe :) I love ya, and we have a snowboarding trip planned for 2010 at Bear Lake, so get back here safe and fast!!<br /><br /></div><div></div><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div><br /></div><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><div></div></div></div></div></div>Lyndsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06591510756160839939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003875140658463968.post-34470999859826159502009-10-07T09:45:00.000-07:002009-10-09T17:51:05.277-07:00One of life's missing pieces...I know that people are meant to be in our life at a certain time and for a certain reason, but what I really question is why the ones that make the biggest difference in our life are the ones that are only in our life for a VERY short time. They seem to come out of left field and come at you like whirlwind and change our life forever (for the good), and then are gone as fast as they came. It just doesn't seem very fair. I guess that's one of life's little mysteries that we get to ponder.<br /><br />I found one of the most important missing pieces of my life in St. George. I never thought it would happen in the land of red rocks, but it most <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_0" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">definitely</span> happened. I didn't know I could be so happy in such a short time because of one person. You have made the biggest difference in my life and to you I am so <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_1" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">grateful</span>. Thank You!! I think about you every day and pray for you and your families safety. In you, I found the "ACE" for my deck of cards that I wasn't dealt in the beginning ;) I love you!!!<br /><br />Well, I moved back to the land of snow and cold. I wasn't even here for 24 hours and I got sick (remind me again while I like the snow!!) It was a VERY hard move to leave my co-workers in dispatch, the incredible St. George officers, the deputies, and all the other guys I got to work for!! I had a great time. You guys really changed my mind about dispatching and how fun it really can be with the right people and the right equipment (thanks Justin!!)<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs2avRiphhnhlDet2IJFV1X9SoTDjiEjvzNnaZvoUATW_wo-857lzbX4PsZkyUst3putXKNkh1guH8-H0J9_cZQ5869mbesGYPJlOGw6kxBMRkPNEASeO877StH3Zcjxrhysipdaso6MY/s1600-h/S6300565.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389940085974561922" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhs2avRiphhnhlDet2IJFV1X9SoTDjiEjvzNnaZvoUATW_wo-857lzbX4PsZkyUst3putXKNkh1guH8-H0J9_cZQ5869mbesGYPJlOGw6kxBMRkPNEASeO877StH3Zcjxrhysipdaso6MY/s200/S6300565.JPG" /></a><br /><br />April, you were my rock! I will NEVER forget about our laugh until we cry sessions, especially Texas Roadhouse!! I don't think I will ever change another diaper and not think about you :) We had some great times... the next time you go to Vegas, make sure you make it over to New York & Company!! Tell the boys I love them and think about them a lot. I can't wait for them to come up and ride the "snow ski-<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_2" class="blsp-spelling-error">doos</span>". Hi Mike!!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGFH3ccl27pCSAL13vddMbo7QLbIlpDwQeTFz3Qed2iZrpxfghy-FbEE6iIGIe08vi2vUJF3rvtgaJg1ZEceyGGe5gt0EJ9elRxCYCZs7MOuNlI2db_xiFLXxXBMwZA7itE2yflo6o0w/s1600-h/S6300560.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 225px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 169px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389922715171130130" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhDGFH3ccl27pCSAL13vddMbo7QLbIlpDwQeTFz3Qed2iZrpxfghy-FbEE6iIGIe08vi2vUJF3rvtgaJg1ZEceyGGe5gt0EJ9elRxCYCZs7MOuNlI2db_xiFLXxXBMwZA7itE2yflo6o0w/s200/S6300560.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Megan, you are an incredible inspiration to me with what you have <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_3" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">accomplished</span> over the past few months!! You look amazing. You know you will always have a seat waiting for you in the engine when I'm on shift at the fire station... Come on over!! Thanks for so many laughs :) You've gotta keep <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_4" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">updating</span> <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_5" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">your</span> blog so I can see how big <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_6" class="blsp-spelling-error">Anniston</span> and Olivia are getting.<br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilu0gg352CvTjKkkJvVI0sHP-4PQ3_V1UL3M-gfawExNzoMk7jnaW2T6g77eoVcc4dqwn49U8M2QIyoAeKHu8xgaA46P2zu4DTUFgzBCHvsTQBIJCVSXocpxkasARab7orMqZ8qWd58V0/s1600-h/Picture+150.jpg"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 266px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 180px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389918590021844866" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEilu0gg352CvTjKkkJvVI0sHP-4PQ3_V1UL3M-gfawExNzoMk7jnaW2T6g77eoVcc4dqwn49U8M2QIyoAeKHu8xgaA46P2zu4DTUFgzBCHvsTQBIJCVSXocpxkasARab7orMqZ8qWd58V0/s320/Picture+150.jpg" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br />Brenda, hang in there. You have him!! I already miss our <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_7" class="blsp-spelling-corrected">road trips</span> and nearly hitting wild turkeys on some back road where there is no phone service. I'm so glad things worked out for you like they did. I'm glad you got rid of some of that extra baggage that had been holding you back for being the person I know you are. You guys are a cute couple!! Congrats again. George take care of my friend Brenda!!<br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqf4yXllOBAECer-BuN9s6lTAz4z6nA8BAhEgtHbpITlbKYfXdeKMjR8zAquRimtvltcxDRnHhFpuRT2rTV5E5V796WZ8vbTImcdPQFfA3Anv0B2erl-jHNLcLGKGLOhYDDWFF1fXL5Y0/s1600-h/S6300582.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 217px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 172px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389924219895427538" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjqf4yXllOBAECer-BuN9s6lTAz4z6nA8BAhEgtHbpITlbKYfXdeKMjR8zAquRimtvltcxDRnHhFpuRT2rTV5E5V796WZ8vbTImcdPQFfA3Anv0B2erl-jHNLcLGKGLOhYDDWFF1fXL5Y0/s200/S6300582.JPG" /></a><br /><br />Ty, hang in there with Mesquite... you can only make that a better place and a safer place for the <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_8" class="blsp-spelling-error">ofcrs</span>. You are an awesome dispatcher and they are lucky to have you down there!! Thanks for all our long talks ;) Keep me up to date on your dating world!!<br /><br /><br /><span id="SPELLING_ERROR_9" class="blsp-spelling-error">Rach</span>, Keep those <span id="SPELLING_ERROR_10" class="blsp-spelling-error">ofcrs</span> in line! I'll always remember how you would talk back to the radio traffic/<span id="SPELLING_ERROR_11" class="blsp-spelling-error">ofcrs</span> and make you funny comments!<br /><br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvbYsbsDgd-XhzFwLoVyJQhcs6M9W9gPLi8J_Z7ZauWUpUwdLlzlFANIkndwD6BI9jF6zYbH5RSBlSvzaisgJM5zuE9GSvTHj_RIN3lE2EnQuhfmfuAx5sT6OS3KAGO_WypyitKFcnMmA/s1600-h/S6300599.JPG"><img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5389922062163355586" border="0" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjvbYsbsDgd-XhzFwLoVyJQhcs6M9W9gPLi8J_Z7ZauWUpUwdLlzlFANIkndwD6BI9jF6zYbH5RSBlSvzaisgJM5zuE9GSvTHj_RIN3lE2EnQuhfmfuAx5sT6OS3KAGO_WypyitKFcnMmA/s320/S6300599.JPG" /></a><br />Sarina, thanks for all those dinner and movie nights! It was a nice way to break up the week :) Tell Brandon thanks as well! Let Andrea know her man is out there somewhere trying to find her!! You guys are great friends. I'm gonna miss ya.<br /><br /><br />Ora, you were one of my favorite trainers! It was easy to come into work knowing I got to sit with you. You always had/have such a good attitude towards everything... that is such a good thing to have! Love ya.Lyndsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06591510756160839939noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003875140658463968.post-1035752506622546802009-06-11T11:48:00.000-07:002009-09-06T04:44:39.231-07:00Home Sweet HomeWell, I know it's been a while since I've written anything, but I have a little time as I sit here at the fire station. I came home for a long needed vacation. I got off work at 0800 on Tuesday morning and headed to the freeway and was Northbound I-15 in a matter of minutes. Feet up, radio on and a Mtn. Dew to keep me awake, I was headed home. I never think another thing about Southern Utah once I get on the freeway Northbound, my truck seems to know the way.<br />I got in around 1300 and pulled up to my parents house and it was like I had never left. Mom was in the backyard when I got home, but she had made us a little lunch and we chatted for about an hour before we headed out to Syracuse to see grandma.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDQZotDyiPpq7apVZ8D4hG1EtxeqLKyWtv6vBEBn-pmH-m66jn6UMYIiwnkOsLcQF3enW9-UTjhlQJlpVig0m9p4mk0H-660-AWnwzyq24wx1XZCakN9FH-6DOUExXeR6qBeJMlonwjY/s1600-h/Picture+094.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhJDQZotDyiPpq7apVZ8D4hG1EtxeqLKyWtv6vBEBn-pmH-m66jn6UMYIiwnkOsLcQF3enW9-UTjhlQJlpVig0m9p4mk0H-660-AWnwzyq24wx1XZCakN9FH-6DOUExXeR6qBeJMlonwjY/s320/Picture+094.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378318818179374722" border="0" /></a><br />After we left there we headed to Duckys baseball game.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmqfoN8tRaJtiNVhl0JvMye9DmqxC6mWzk-3-u9AIPvKEkKwOzhvxW2PqoD-BP3rZDmOvGkviBP2NfTbY5qMQ3f_72YHmPE07SO0SOif122H2lS98odmmOycoK7sTI0DehXXwjVD3J3f8/s1600-h/Picture+462.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjmqfoN8tRaJtiNVhl0JvMye9DmqxC6mWzk-3-u9AIPvKEkKwOzhvxW2PqoD-BP3rZDmOvGkviBP2NfTbY5qMQ3f_72YHmPE07SO0SOif122H2lS98odmmOycoK7sTI0DehXXwjVD3J3f8/s320/Picture+462.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378304500354954546" border="0" /></a>Wow, I miss having weather. We sat in the wind and rain and watched the little guys play baseball. I never realized how used to the Southern Utah weather I had gotten. Unfortunately they lost the game, but Ducky sure has a powerful swing!!<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPpU0azvofQPViJPKMD5IbdRDoxjrEIkkW7HD5y_NLCtMQK6QLzjaL-U1bYPC6F2FAXE3BUKt3z0QtlsFEOEMwB0Pq_cj6qbT8O-Fp00vs64C-EgUkFOyTOnO_TTtEP04NfR8aPT0wZ2I/s1600-h/Picture+456.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPpU0azvofQPViJPKMD5IbdRDoxjrEIkkW7HD5y_NLCtMQK6QLzjaL-U1bYPC6F2FAXE3BUKt3z0QtlsFEOEMwB0Pq_cj6qbT8O-Fp00vs64C-EgUkFOyTOnO_TTtEP04NfR8aPT0wZ2I/s320/Picture+456.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378306249452566082" border="0" /></a>We headed to dinner at Chuck E. Cheese (where a kid can be a kid) for a little pizza. Ducky, Scoot and I played a whole bunch of games, won a whole bunch of tickets and they turned them in for suckers, a red High School Musical plastic ball, a popsicle and tiny plastic spiders. We had a really good time.<br /><br />Yesterday, we headed to the new Oquirrh Mountain Temple for the open house. Derek and MacKenzie had never been inside an LDS temple before. Mom, the kids and I picked up Aunt D in West Jordan and headed to the temple. It was raining SOOO hard, we couldn't even hear the conversation that we had started over the rain pounding the car.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxaoWiBga2-RHc_MDeCB2luFWfxSksGfuK1s8tmxlaOzMxxVQ21aKs6arUr68mx8o0cYM3MQGHClR1-rCLaO1hpkcVghyphenhyphenYU6hnDuOEE3CaukOyDyvGa9mANcDK75P9jKKfmD7-FAT00Fg/s1600-h/Picture+193.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgxaoWiBga2-RHc_MDeCB2luFWfxSksGfuK1s8tmxlaOzMxxVQ21aKs6arUr68mx8o0cYM3MQGHClR1-rCLaO1hpkcVghyphenhyphenYU6hnDuOEE3CaukOyDyvGa9mANcDK75P9jKKfmD7-FAT00Fg/s320/Picture+193.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378306944274534322" border="0" /></a>It was an absolute down pour for 15-20 minutes. We finally had a little break in the weather, so we jumped out of the car and ran to the awnings they had set up. The kids were amazed at the things in the temple. They said their most favorite things were the the chandeliers, the "mirrors that went forever" (the sealing room), and the baptismal font. We stopped on the way home and grabbed a little dinner and took Aunt D home. Later that night, we stayed home and watched a movie.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pao_UE-X0Lc5mTQFH7OS4JkG0F_HrrWmkhkuCnML5X9CfyCObbMdCjvcZm2SHva1lIuyfJ_wJwnwBzXWtVpt6exeEvBr8C6E_0rz4VIiPRyGcK9p4vCGtTpogM1PJPdb8R7GpHMil4w/s1600-h/Picture+198.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 240px;" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh_pao_UE-X0Lc5mTQFH7OS4JkG0F_HrrWmkhkuCnML5X9CfyCObbMdCjvcZm2SHva1lIuyfJ_wJwnwBzXWtVpt6exeEvBr8C6E_0rz4VIiPRyGcK9p4vCGtTpogM1PJPdb8R7GpHMil4w/s320/Picture+198.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5378307793601570066" border="0" /></a><br />That brings us to today. I'm sitting here at the fire station where we just finished having lunch (dutch oven ribs, baked beans, pasta salad, and cookies). Two of the girls from the city office stopped by and ate with us. I sure miss these guys!! We haven't had any calls yet today, which really suprises me. Guess the citizens know I'm here and I haven't started an IV for a year and a half (do you blame them? lol, I wouldn't call if I knew I was on either, lol). I get off here at 1800 (6:00 for those non-military time people). After that, mom and I are heading to the Lake house (Bear Lake), so if we get a call before I leave, (hopefully a 10-50/car accident) hopefully I can put some pics up and show you guys what I love to do. If not, I'll write more tomorrow when we get to the lake....Lyndsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06591510756160839939noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003875140658463968.post-70942692647716174722009-01-10T01:18:00.000-08:002009-01-12T02:32:51.117-08:00<span id="ctl00_Center_journalListing_journalEntry_Label1"><span style="font-family:arial;"><span style="font-family:verdana;"></span></span> Now I've never been one to really make a New Year's resolution, but the other day I was (in all places, the shower) thinking about the people that I have hurt, offended, lied to or just been flat out been rude to. There are five things in particular that have absolutely eaten me up. The first being when I was about 9 years old, and the latest about 6 months ago. I was talking to my cute mom the other day and told her how I was feeling about things in my life. Like always, she had awesome advice.<br /><br />I whole <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">heartedly</span></span> believe that people are placed in our lives by our Heavenly Father at a specific time; when we need them the most. They are placed there to help us learn something or for us to teach them something. Whether it be love, patience, trust, honesty, humility or just a listening ear, they are placed there at that specific time for a reason. At the time, we may not know the reason and years down the road that reason is made clear to us; but on the other hand, sometimes we will never know why they were placed in our life.<br /><br />If I would remember this in the heat of the moment, I think I would be less quick to get upset or say something that might upset someone else, and I could just learn what I need to from that person and our lives could continue like normal. Now I know that we also need to have trials in life to make us stronger and learn, but <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">sometimes</span> I wish <span style="font-weight: bold; font-style: italic;">MY</span> lessons learned were not at the expense of others.<br /><br />This is the reason I need to fix the things that I have power to fix now, and let the rest be in the hands of others. There is a song that can totally sum up my feelings right now, it's by <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Nickelback</span></span> and it's called "If today was your last day".<br /><br /></span><span id="ctl00_Center_journalListing_journalEntry_Label1">My best friend gave me the best advice<br />He said each day's a gift and not a given right<br />Leave no stone unturned, leave your fears behind<br />And try to take the path less traveled by<br />That first step you take is the longest stride<br /><br />If today was your last day<br />and tomorrow was too late<br />Could you say goodbye to yesterday?<br />Would you live each moment like your last?<br />Leave old pictures in the past<br />Donate every dime you had?<br />If today was your last day<br /><br />Against the grain should be your way of life<br />What's worth the prize is always worth the fight<br />Every second counts 'cause there's no second try<br />So live life like you'll never live it twice<br />Don't take the free ride in your own life<br /><br />If today was your last day<br />and tomorrow was too late<br />Could you say goodbye to yesterday?<br />Would you live each moment like your last?<br />Leave old pictures in the past<br />Donate every dime you had?<br />Would you call those friends you never see?<br />Reminisce of memories<br />Would you forgive your enemies?<br />Would you find that one your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">dreamin</span></span>' of?<br />Swear up and down to God above<br />That you finally fall in love<br />If today was your last day<br /><br />If today was your last day<br />Would you make your mark by mending a broken heart?<br />You know it's never too late to shoot for the stars<br />Regardless of who you are<br />So do whatever it takes<br />'Cause you can't rewind a moment in this life<br />Let <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">nothin</span></span>' stand in your way<br />Cause the hands of time are never on your side<br /><br />If today was your last day<br />and tomorrow was too late<br />Could you say goodbye to yesterday?<br />Would you live each moment like your last?<br />Leave old pictures in the past<br />Donate every dime you had?<br /><br />Would you call old friends you never see?<br />Reminisce of memories<br />Would you forgive your enemies?<br />Would you find that one your <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">dreamin</span></span>' of?<br />Swear up and down to God above<br />That you finally fall in love<br />If today was your last day<br /></span><br /><span id="ctl00_Center_journalListing_journalEntry_Label1"> I know it sounds kind of weird, but I really do want to be a better person to EVERYONE! Now I'm not <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">sayin</span></span>' I want to be liked by everyone, because I know that will never be possible. There will always be people out there that I will never see eye to eye with, and that's <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"><span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">ok</span></span> as long as I am good and honest and love the ones that I do have, I will be better with myself and the life I lead.<br /><br />There are some people out there that I need to talk to face to face and let them know my feelings. There are also others I'm sure, that I didn't even know I have upset or offended, and to those people, I am truly sorry. I wish I had a list of all you <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8">because</span> I would like to <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9">apologize</span> to you face to face.<br /><br />I want to know that if I were to die tomorrow I haven't left anything undone. Especially the things that I had the power to change and didn't. I can change some of those things right now. That would be a huge mistake to know that I had the chance to change things with people and I never sucked up my pride and <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10">apologized</span> to them to try and make things right.<br /><br />So, to all of those that I have upset, lied to, broken promises, hurt, or been rude to, I am so sorry!!<br /><br /><br /></span>Lyndsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06591510756160839939noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003875140658463968.post-52089702147852816772008-12-27T09:25:00.000-08:002009-08-08T01:15:54.156-07:00Things I have doneThings I have done:<br /><br />For anyone that knows Ashley Dawn Pearson Talbot; I saw this on her blog and liked the idea, so here it is...<br />The things in BOLD are things I have done. The things that are NOT in bold I have not done.<br /><br /><br /><ol><li style="font-weight: bold;"><span>Started my own blog</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Slept under the stars</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Played in a band...at school (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">ok</span>, it was orchestra)</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Visited Hawaii</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Watched a meteor shower</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Given more than you can to a charity</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Been to Disneyland/World</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Climbed a mountain</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Held a praying mantis</span></li><li>Sang a solo</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bungee jumped</span></li><li>Visited Paris<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Watched a lightning storm at sea (love cruises)</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Taught yourself an art from scratch</span></li><li>Adopted a child</li><li>Had food poisoning</li><li>Walked to the top Statue of Liberty (Been there, didn't walk it)</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Grown your own vegetables</span></li><li>Seen the Mona Lisa in France</li><li>Slept on an overnight train</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Had a pillow fight</span></li><li>Hitch hiked<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Taken a sick day when you're not ill :(</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Built a snow fort</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Held a lamb</span></li><li>Gone skinny dipping<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li>Run a marathon<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Been <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">snowmobiling</span></span><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Seen a total eclipse</span><br /></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Watched a sunrise or sunset (Sand Hollow)</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Hit a home run</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Been on a cruise</span></li><li>Seen <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Niagara</span> Falls in person<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li>Visited the birthplace of your ancestors<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Seen an Amish community (Dover, Delaware)</span></li><li>Taught yourself a new language<span style="font-weight: bold;"> </span>(I'm trying to: sign language)<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Had enough money to be truly satisfied</span></li><li>Seen the Leaning Tower of Pisa in person<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gone rock climbing</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Been skydiving (totally addicted now)</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Sung karaoke</span></li><li>Seen Old Faithful geyser erupt<span style="font-weight: bold;"><br /></span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bought a stranger a meal at a restaurant</span></li><li>Visited Africa<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Walked on a beach in the moonlight (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Biloxi</span>, Mississippi)</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Been transported in an ambulance :)</span></li><li>Had you portrait painted</li><li>Gone deep sea fishing</li><li>Seen the Sistine Chapel in person</li><li>Been to the top of the Eiffel Tower in Paris</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gone scuba diving or snorkeling</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Kissed in the rain</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Played in the mud</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gone to a drive in movie</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Been in a movie (a Disney movie)</span></li><li>Visited the Great Wall of China<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li>Started a business<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li>Taken a martial arts class<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li>Visited Russia<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Served at a soup kitchen</span></li><li>Sold Girl Scout cookies<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li>Gone whale watching<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Got flowers for no reason</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Donated blood, plasma, or platelets (received blood also)</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Gone over 100 mph</span></li><li><span>Visited a Nazi Concentration Camp</span></li><li>Bounced a check<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Flown in a helicopter (both as a civilian and as a patient)</span></li><li>Saved a favorite childhood toy<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Visited the Lincoln Memorial</span></li><li>Eaten Caviar<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li>Pieced a quilt<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Stood in Time Square</span></li><li>Toured the Everglades</li><li>Been fired from a job (wanted to be fired)</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Seen the Changing of the Guard in Arlington <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">Cemetery</span></span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Broken a bone</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Been on a speeding motorcycle</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Seen the Grand Canyon</span></li><li>Published a book<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li>Visited the Vatican<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Bought a brand new car (I know, I'm spoiled)</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Had your picture in the newspaper</span></li><li>Read the entire Bible<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Visited the White House</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Killed and prepared and animal for eating (does a fish count)</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Had chickenpox</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Saved someones life (I helped, someone with a higher power saved them)<br /></span></li><li>Sat on a jury</li><li>Met someone famous</li><li>Joined a book club</li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Lost a loved one</span></li><li>Had a baby<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li>Seen the Alamo in person<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Swam in the Great Salt Lake</span></li><li>Been involved in a law suit<span style="font-weight: bold;"></span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Owned a cell phone</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Been stung by a bee</span></li><li><span style="font-weight: bold;">Read an entire book in one day<br /></span></li></ol><br /><br /><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong>Lyndsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06591510756160839939noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8003875140658463968.post-779147390285430832008-12-24T09:20:00.000-08:002008-12-24T13:14:24.396-08:00Christmas....NOT too far from homeFor the last 8 years, I haven't had Christmas Eve AND Christmas Day off (<span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"></span>with the exception of the year that I had a collapsed lung and was in the hospital until the day before Christmas Eve, but who can count that, it wasn't like I was having the time of my life!!). This year is no different. The only thing that is different, is the fact that I can't take the ambulance or the ladder truck home on Christmas Day to chill with my family and my crew.<br /><br />I moved to St. George back in January of this year to go to school. I took a leave of absence from the fire station to come to Southern Utah to get my paramedic. Things haven't turned out ANYTHING like I had hoped they would. However, I do start a class in January. But this blog has nothing to do with school. This is about someone that has been and done so much for me since we started work together back in March of this year. Her name is April Evans. For those of you that know my friend <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Kayce</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Lowry</span> from Layton, April is what I call my "Southern Utah <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">Kayce</span>", which means we have <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">so</span> much in common it's scary.<br /><br />April is the mother of 3 of the cutes little boys, and an incredible wife to her husband Mike. This year for Thanksgiving, April and I both were scheduled to work dispatch, but Mike wasn't quite aware that meant she wouldn't be home for the normal Thanksgiving dinner like they were used to. Instead, April and Mike planned to have it the day before on Wednesday night. April was so sweet and asked if I would come over to their house and have dinner with her and her family. We had a blast. We laughed a ton. It meant so much to me that I could spend time with "family". The 2 older boys and April and Mike call me "Aunt Lyndsay". They will never know what it has meant to me!<br /><br />Well, for Christmas we have both been dealt the same hand; we both work on Christmas Day. April and Mike have again asked me to come over for Christmas Eve and spend it with their family since mine is up North <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5">spending</span> time together at our parents house in <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6">Kaysville</span>.<br /><br />In the mean time, as I sit here in dispatch on this Christmas Eve Day, me and some of the girls are having a little Christmas party of out own. It started at about 0810 when I opened the bag of what I have named "happy apples". They are small, sweet delicious little apples that are small in stature, but HUGE on taste. Then came our center manager who brought in a cheese ball and crackers, so we then decided....heck, why wait for the 7-layer bean dip, it's already 0930...we began our holiday by binge eating for the next 7 hours...at lunch I ran home and threw in a huge dish of "chili Chicken" and brought it back to work...why stop at the bean dip??Lyndsayhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06591510756160839939noreply@blogger.com0