Life

Tame the Chaos

Karen

I don’t know a lot about Autism, but I understand it on some level.

I don’t know the specifics about Autism, how it truly affects people, individual struggles to cope and process environment stimuli, but I get how environmental stimuli could be overwhelming.

I am not Autistic, but I am hyper aware of my surroundings. Without really trying, I am aware of what people are doing, where people are in relation to my position, what they are saying, their body language, their facial expressions and I have potential scenarios running in my head all the time – if this happens I will do this, if that happens I will do that. I pride myself on anticipating what needs to be done next, what someone might need from me, and I will often perform some task without the other person having to tell me.

I would be aware of all of these things in the video, but the difference is, my brain can quickly process it and then discard it as not being important to me or the people I’m with.

Does that make sense?

I suppose my awareness is one of the reasons I’m such a great multi-tasker. I thrive on handling several things at once. I get an adrenaline rush whenever I’m put into a situation like that – I can work on something, answer the phone, answer someone’s question while I’m on the phone, and make an appointment all at the same time. I do this all day, every day at work. I’m good at compartmentalizing. This is one of the reasons why I’m completely brain dead when I get home at night and on the weekends – because I’m juggling my environmental stimuli and constantly adjusting my personality/demeanor to put patients at ease or simply deal with different co-worker, patient personalities.

I can’t imagine being bombarded with all of that information, that over stimulation and NOT being able to quickly process it. It must feel a little like drowning, I would predict.

I work with a gal who doesn’t process very well. For example, we started clinic one day and my doctor got called away for emergency surgery. He had been on call the day before and a patient had been admitted with a brain bleed. They didn’t do anything on that day wanting to see if the bleed would resolve, only it didn’t, and by the next day, the day of our clinic, the bleed got worse and required immediate intervention.

My doctor had to cancel his clinic so he could do an emergency craniotomy (a fancy term that means to cut into the brain to see what was going on) on the patient.

This meant we had to deal with the patients already in the rooms, the patients checking in, notifying the clinic of the situation and calling patients that had yet to arrive. And we had to do all of this super fast – our pace just got jacked up to about five times faster than our normal speed so that the doctor could try and see the patients we had in the clinic before going down to the OR. (They were to call us when the patient was in the OR and ready for him to cut).

It was exhilarating to me, but not so much for the nurse that I work with. I could quickly see she was completely overwhelmed. She had no idea what to do first, couldn’t focus on the task in front of her and I literally ran circles around her taking care of everything.

I don’t say this to brag, I’m just saying that I tend to handle high-stress moments like that. I’ve always operated well under duress. I think quickly – whenever something like that happens, it’s like the fog is blown away and I see everything crystal clear.

But I realize that not everyone is like that. I admit, I got pretty impatient with the nurse for not thinking/moving as quickly as me, but I do realize that not everyone is capable of doing that.

(But you would think thinking quick on your feet would be a prerequisite for nursing as they are often asked to think/move quickly??).

But again, I’m okay to handle situations like that as long as they’re not long lasting. In the scenario above, it only lasted about 30 minutes and then things quieted way down once the doctor went down to the OR. I can only imagine how stressful and exhausting that must be to a person with Autism every moment of every day.

It’s no wonder that Autistic people come up with unique ways to cope – they have to right their worlds somehow – tame the chaos the only way they know how.

Abundant Life

Why Did Jesus Have to Die and Suffer?

Karen

“What do you do with genuinely evil people?”

I love this question – answer? Not allow them to co-exist with you in the afterlife. WHY would you?! They’re evil, they do not have much good in them. They are consumed by darkness and wallow in sin, why do they deserve to rub elbows with God-fearing (which actually means respecting) people?

For example, the nutjob that shot up the club in Orlando Florida last Sunday. Pure evil. Stop looking for a reason, there is no reason. Evil is not something that you can break down into logical chunks, evil exists to cause pain, suffering, chaos and death.  Evil exists to destroy – that’s it. No other reason. Sure, there are motivations, “triggers” that will set evil into action, but you can’t control it, there is no stopping it. It always baffles me how people stand around and scratch their heads after an event like this – how did this happen? They ask. How can we prevent this from happening again? They puzzle.

Answer – YOU CAN’T. Stop trying to make sense of something that has no logic. Stop trying to control something that is uncontrollable.

Evil will exist, evil will get worse – the only cure? Jesus Christ coming back and saving us from ourselves.

Every Sunday I provide videos and valuable links to the Truth or Tradition teachings. We’ve been following the Truth or Tradition teachings for many years now and they have truly blessed our family. We have found peace and happiness through our beliefs and we walk confidently for God. My hope, by passing on this information to you, is that what you find here, or on the Truth or Tradition website, will guide you to a better, more blessed and abundant life.

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Fiction Fix

The Hunt is Over

Karen

friday-fix

You are on a crowded subway platform when you see a familiar face.

 “I don’t know, this is not something I can just march right into his office and say to his face. I mean, I would like to, but you know, I sort of need a paycheck, so ….”

Beka chuckled as she carefully descended the stairs, along with about 300 other people, into the underbelly of the city. Her crossover bag softly bumped into her left hip, her right hand holding onto the railing; a fleeting thought of how many germs she was scooping up with her hand briefly penetrated her thoughts. Her mobile was pressed tightly to her ear.

“No body better steal my mobile,” she grunted out. “Remember what happened to Lizzie last week”

Lizzie was walking down the street talking to her boyfriend when some jerk literally yanked her mobile from her hand and went running.

This city sucked.

“That can’t be a ‘thing’,” her friend said. “Surely people aren’t that desperate nowadays.”

“I don’t put anything past people nowadays. If people can’t afford something, they just take it from people who can,” said Beka.

She followed the masses into the dim darkness of the subway and the crowd slowly swelled toward the train. Once you got caught in the mass, you simply had to go along with the crowd or be trampled in the process.

“I may lose you,” Beka said into her phone, “I’m waiting on the train now.” She stood on her tiptoes and peeked down the pitch black tunnel. “I don’t know why I just don’t work another 30 minutes and avoid this insane crowd,” she grumbled.

She heard a soft laugh from her friend. “I would agree we are surrounded by crazy people but it’s not exactly something I would shout out right now.” She tensed as she sensed an African-American give her a disapproving glance.

A squeak of wheels and a rush of air drew everyone’s attention to the tunnel. Expectation permeated the air as the train slowly became visible through the dark.

“Crap. It’s not my train,” Beka moaned into the phone, her voice raising a few octaves to be heard over the sudden rustling of the passengers around her. She had found, by trial and error, if she just stood her ground, people would move around her, like a stream slipping past a rock. She had first tried to maneuver out of the way when she first moved to the city, but after nearly getting knocked down by overzealous people, she now just stood her ground.

People began moving past her, a few jostled her elbow, or knocked her hard enough she had to step forward or lose her balance, as the train screamed to a stop. About 3/4 of the crowd slowly moved as one onto the train.

“I hope this doesn’t mean my train is behind schedule,” Beka yelled into the phone. “My train is usually the first to arrive, this is not a good sign.”

The noise on the platform began to dissipate as more and more passengers settled into their seats, or grabbed on to bars for support. Beka’s eyes casually ran over the faces. It never ceased to amaze her how she never saw a single person she knew. Ever. And she knew a lot of people since her job was such a high-profile position.

Her eyes glided past a group of Emo kids but then promptly boomeranged back as something caught her eye. “Helllo…” she mumbled into the phone.

“Hello to you, goof,” Beka’s friend responded back with a laugh.

Beka’s eyes widened and then narrowed as she tried to focus all of her attention on one girl in the midst of the Emo crowd. Her hair was darker and it was hard to tell what color eyes she had, especially since she was a ways away, but there was something eerily familiar about the girl.

Without knowing what she was doing, she found herself scurrying to get on the train. She just managed to slip past the closing doors. The swoosh, and soft snap, of the doors broke her trance.

“You’re not going to believe this,” Beka said, her voice shaking with nerves, “but I just got on the wrong train.”

“Are you mad?” her friend asked.

“I’m beginning to wonder,” she responded. She began excusing herself through the crowd and inched closer to the group of people she saw on the platform.

“There’s this girl,” she began, her speech slow, uncertain. “I feel like I’ve seen her before.”

“If I had a dime every time I’ve heard you say that,” her friend responded. “I swear, you pretty much know everyone in this city.’

“Not quite everyone,” Beka’s gaze remained zeroed in on the girl. After a few moments, she was close enough to hear them laughing. The girl was the center of attention and all of the people surrounding her hung on her every word.

“Hello? Hello? Beka are you …”

She lost the connection. She stuffed her mobile into her bag and continued  to study the girl in between bodies.

The back of the girl’s head is facing Beka. She began inching around people in order to see the girl’s face.

“So, when we do this, we need to be smart about it. No throwing things. No shouting obscenities … Troy, I’m looking at you.” The girl spoke softly, but with authority. Her comment prompted soft laughs around her. “We join hands. This will show solidarity in our protest. We will calmly educate anyone who will listen. Again, no aggressive confrontations.”

Beka watched from a distance. She watched her body language, her facial expressions. She listened to the tone of her voice. She was sitting down, but Beka could tell she was small, probably not more than 5’5 – her height. Her hair was pitch black and she most likely used a whole eyeliner pencil on her eyes, and yet, she reminded Beka of herself, the morning after a long night. Her hairstyle was choppy and haphazardly pulled up at the sides, most likely in an attempt to keep her neck cool.

Beka moved closer. Did she have the tell-tale mole just under her left ear? She had to know. If this was who she thought it was, all the months of planning, and looking, were finally over.

She tuned out what the others were talking about, her sole focus was on this girl. She moved closer still. The train went through a tunnel and the lights temporarily dimmed. When they came back up, she was not only by the girl, she had crouched down in order to put her face at eye level.

“I figure we have about 30 minutes to really make an impact before the police show up,” the girl continued. “Dolly, do you have the …” she paused as she sensed Beka’s presence. She lifted an eyebrow and looked at her.

Beka saw the mole and suddenly couldn’t breathe.

“Um, hello?” the girl said. Her voice was more curious than annoyed. She leaned back as Beka leaned further in to verify what she suspected. “Hey. What is your problem?” she asked.

Beka visibly swallowed and shifted her eyes from the girl’s neck to meet her eyes. They were greenish brown with flecks of gold, the same as hers.

“Hi,” Beka croaked out.

The crowd around the girl suddenly grew quiet as they acknowledged Beka’s intrusion.

Beka continued, “I think you’re my sister.”

Throw Back Thursday

Throwback Thursday: Four Years of Florida Beaches

Karen
Twilight beach family photo – this was the last night on Sanibel Island and our last vacation on a Florida beach.

Other than camping, some of our first family vacations were at the beaches in Florida. We drove down to Pensacola one year, (and I remember being really frustrated because we had a hard time trying to find something to eat. And that’s been our Achilles’ Heel ever since – finding places to eat on vacation and not having to spend a fortune to do so – that’s why we love cruising so much – food everywhere, all the time), Madeira Beach one year, St. Petersburg another year and Sanibel Island was our last beach vacation – believe it or not, we were all pretty burnt out on beach vacations by that time.

Look closely, we are all sloooooooowly melting in this picture. It wasn’t so much the heat, but the humidity … UGH

The thing about beach vacations – it’s pretty hard to hide every bulge and roll. The first time I went to the beach was on our honeymoon – we went to Cozumel Mexico, and I absolutely did not pack the right sort of clothes. Everything I packed was way too heavy – I remember this one shirt, it was green and white striped, I loved that shirt, but it was a heavy cotton and I nearly passed out from heat stroke when I wore it. And even the first few years of going to the beach, I still packed heavy summer clothes like capris and t-shirts.

Helpful hint: Get over your body image because feeling like you can breathe is WAY more important over trying to look better than you really look.

I finally got smart and started packing tank tops, spaghetti strap tees and flowey skirts and lightweight shorts.

And bonus! They look better on me, anyway.

I’ve told Kevin that my swimsuit days are over, but really, I don’t feel comfortable wearing a swimsuit in front of Roy. It’s just … disturbing. So if (when) you ever get me into a swimsuit again, it will absolutely be a one piece, in fact, I don’t ever recall wearing a two piece – ever. I tried those cutsie tankinis on once and I wanted to love it so much, but it did NOT complement my body, at all. (Hello muffin top)

I need to buy a new suit – it’s been YEARS since I’ve bought a swimsuit but let’s be honest ladies, swimsuit buying is even worse than going to the gynecologist, can I get an Amen??

I look better in sportier suits, the ones with the high necks. I’m planning on buying a new suit this year, Kevin and I are throwing ideas around on where we want to go on vacation this year, and we’re definitely leaning toward a beachey destination, but I think I’ll wait until this Fall when they go on sale.

The boys weren’t crazy about the beach. It was SO HOT. Of course, we went in the middle of summer and well, summer is hot. But we didn’t have a choice since they were in school the rest of the year. It was the cruise to the Western Carribean and we were traipsing the jungle in Honduras when we decided – WE ARE DONE WITH SUMMER VACATIONS. If we go on vacation, it will be in off season when it’s not so DAMN HOT. It’s hard to enjoy yourself when you’re literally drenching your clothes. (True story – I had to photoshop sweat stains out of my clothing in the pictures we took in Honduras because it was so bad).

I still have this outfit – too bad I can’t fit into the shorts anymore.

I remember the first time we went to the beach, Brandon couldn’t have been more than … four or five, and he would sit there and make a disgusted face because the sand was dirty.

Have I mentioned one of my first words was dirty? Like mother like son.

And I admit, I’m not crazy about sand, it’s so … gritty and gets EVERYWHERE. And I’m not crazy about the ocean, either. Oh sure, I enjoy looking at it, smelling the salty air, (not to mention, it does wonders for my skin), listen to the waves crash, but swimming in the ocean? YUK, NO. If I stick my body into any water, there better not be any mysterious creature/plant that brushes up against my leg.

Did we enjoy the beach? Of course, and we made some pretty great memories but I do wish I would have relaxed more and just let things happen – I was too much of a control freak and traveling out-of-town, (isn’t that what travel means? To leave one’s home??) stressed me out. I went ape shit if we forgot to pack toothpaste.

Um. Hello. Karen. It’s possible that other stores in other cities may, and I stress MAY, sell toothpaste and it’s possible, just stay with me a moment, to actually BUY a tube of toothpaste from said foreign store. (*GASP*)

Sanibel Island was gorgeous and I felt the most comfortable there, but I think the prettiest beach we saw in Florida was St. Petersberg. I remember the beach down there sort of taking my breath away. It was so pretty. I can’t remember – was that the year we stayed at a hotel and there was a wedding party that was so loud and obnoxious that none of us could sleep?

It’s hard to smile and stay upbeat when you’re sweating inches off your body by the hour and you’re so tired your head is too heavy for your body.

I think that’s the biggest reason I’m not a big beach person – because I don’t feel attractive when we go to the beach. I’m hot, sweaty, gritty, stinky, my hair is greasy and tangly from the wind … and then I’m forcing a smile for vacation pictures.

If we ever go back to the beach, it will be during off season, when it’s not so hot and unbearable. I love the beach, don’t get me wrong, it’s peaceful and beautiful, but I don’t like how it turns me into a walking sandcastle. It’s not fun or attractive, for me.

 

At the Moment

What Do You See When You Hear This?

Karen

Isn’t this a fun video?? I love The Piano Guys – such a cool duo.

Watch it first because it’s cool.

Then push play, close your eyes and listen. Breathe. Take a moment. We’re all in such a rush nowadays. It’s nice to just slow down and EXIST.

What sort of images do you see when you hear this song?

I see a young couple in various stages of their relationship  – romantic, exciting, volatile, sweet, loving, fun, determined to make it work,  then older, sitting on their back porch, satisfied with life and with each other, and then finally reflecting back on their lives together, hands joined, small smiles creasing their faces.

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Work Stuff

Patience: Ain’t Nobody Got Time for That – Or Alternatively Title – Waiting for the Doctor

Karen

I’m not sure I can write about this topic without coming off as preachy because it REALLY STEAMS MY BROCCOLI, but I feel like it should be addressed and discussed:

Waiting to see the doctor at the doctor’s office.

Believe it or not, making you wait for your appointment is not some evil plan we concoct to torture you - people will be people.
Believe it or not, making you wait for your appointment is not some evil plan we concoct to torture you – people will be people.

First of all, I read this Huffington post and that was my first mistake. I should never have clicked on the link because everything about Huffington Post rubs my last nerve – their mentality, or overall premise, is this is what we believe, therefore it’s the only way to believe, and if you don’t agree we’re right, or you dare to offer an opposing view, you’re racist/homophobe/sexist … blahblahblah

*eye roll*

But secondly, I’ve had a pretty hellacious week and nothing irritates me more than people who can’t wait ONE COTTON-PICKIN SECOND while I’m literally running my ass off (I achieved 6,000 steps by 3:00 PM on Monday) so that I can try and get people shown back to rooms in a timely manner.

For the love of God, you had to wait 20 minutes to be shown back, CHILL.

Okay, look, it’s super annoying to have an appointment at the doctor’s office at 11:00 and not be seen until 11:45. And before I started working for a doctor, I felt the same … wait a minute, no I didn’t. Because I had patience. Because I know people will be people and I always took a book, or something, to occupy myself because time never moves more slowly until you have nothing to do.

(Translation: TAKE SOMETHING TO OCCUPY YOURSELF AT THE DOCTOR’S OFFICE. PEOPLE. SHEESH)

I can’t speak for what goes on in other doctor’s offices, but I can tell you what goes on in my doctor’s office and possibly, just possibly, something similar may be going on at your doctor’s offices, too.

Before I present the doctor’s office side of things, let me preface this rant by saying, yes, there ARE doctors who take their sweet time and you end up waiting on them – a lot. But consider this, they’re spending a lot of time with their patients, which means, your turn will come, and then, when it’s your turn, and your doctor spends time with you, thereby making other people wait,  will you be as irritated?

Or, another doctor has called for a consultation on a tough case. Or, the doctor is studying films and preparing to give good/bad news to another waiting patient. Or, they are filling out test results. The point it, doctors are busy doing something. They aren’t just sitting around waiting for us to give them charts to review.

Or in my specific case, my doctor is a surgeon, which means he has patients in the hospital, recuperating from surgery. So the nurses taking care of those patients call us A LOT with medication questions, or updates, or God forbid, problems, or to tell us the patient’s family has arrived and would like to speak to the doctor because they have questions.

What’s he supposed to do, ignore those patients because we have patients in the waiting room ticked off because they weren’t shown back ON THE DOT?

Here’s the thing: we live in an INSTANT GRATIFICATION and IT’S ALL ABOUT ME society. I want it NOW. I want it PERFECT. I don’t want to WAIT FOR ANYTHING. I don’t want to be INCONVENIENCED in any way because I’m special and three minutes is just too long to wait my turn, damn it!

*eye roll*

Here’s something that people forget: Healthcare, Medicine, is not a one-size-fits-all industry. You’re not getting your oil changed, you’re not going in to get your tires changed, healthcare is not a precise process.

Far, FAR, from it.

It’s a personal, and oftentimes, embarrassing and intimate process. You are seeking help from a professional about your most bothersome issues. Issues that are preventing you from comfortably living your life from day-to-day. Every problem is different. Every person having an issue is different. Loved ones are concerned and need more explanation. Patients have been given bad news and are in denial – it takes a few minutes for the bad news to sink in and then more time to answer any/all questions patients/loved ones have every right to ask. Patients have the right to be educated about a specific condition/treatment – THAT. TAKES. TIME.

Would you rather have a doctor step in, take one look at you, maybe do a quick exam, give you a diagnosis, then step out without really speaking to you, or treating you like a human being? Because that’s precisely what needs to happen in order for him to run EXACTLY on time. Perhaps doctors need to treat people more like cars – as emotionless objects who simply need a part replaced now and again.

Call me crazy, but somehow, I don’t think people would appreciate being treated that way.

There are different types of doctor’s schedules: first come, first serve, cluster scheduling, (you schedule all well patients, all sick patients), and wave scheduling, (you schedule three patients per hour). There are more, but I can’t think of them right now.

My doctor operates under the wave scheduling. Yes. Our template schedules three patients per hour. And here’s why: Two spots may be for new patients and one spot may be for a recheck patient. (Patients who come back for an ongoing issue, or as a check-up to make sure they are doing well after surgery). My doctor likes this type of schedule because while his PA is interviewing the new patient, he can go in and see the recheck. Then, the recheck appointment concludes, the PA comes out and gives him details about the new patient, he reviews the new patient’s films, then goes in and speaks with the new patient.

We’re all helping patients throughout various stages of the appointment all day. Then, on the half hour, we have a post-op patient come in. The PA sees the post-op patient, takes out his/her staples/sutures, makes sure the wound is healing properly, prescribes more pain meds if necessary, then sends Mr/Ms Patient on his/her way.

This all sounds efficient on the surface, and yes, it is, WHEN EVERYTHING RUNS PERFECTLY AND THERE ARE NO HICCUPS. But guess what, remember that little detail I brought up earlier? We’re dealing with people, and people are not one-size-fits all.

You have the chatty ones.  You have the ones who are in more pain than others and require more TLC/attention, you have the ones who ask a lot of questions, or the weepy ones who need a moment to compose themselves.

The patients who drive me nuts are the ones who bitch because they’ve had to wait 30 minutes to be shown back to a room only to take up my time when I room them by telling me more than I need to hear, or whining about this or that, or bitching because he/she is in pain and what – suddenly those patients we left in the waiting room are just supposed to somehow magically get shown to their rooms? Who do you think rooms them?!? But I guess it’s okay if THEY wait because you have my attention now and damn it, you’re going to take your sweet time.

And then I rush/rush/rush around to hurry and bring the next patient back, sweating and dying of thirst because I have to literally gulp down a swallow or two of water because I’ve been talking so much only to be greeted by snotty, holier than thou pissants who are ticked off and annoyed because I didn’t show them back to their room ON THE DOT.

Newsflash! Look around – you’re not the only person waiting to see the doctor. Take a moment to consider the possibility that maybe, just maybe, they deserve attention, too.

*takes a breath*

And then there’s the doctor, who is trying to explain to the patient what is going on with his/her body and his recommendations. Then the ball is thrown to the nurse who follows up with the patient by making appointments for more testing, or surgery, so that the patient leaves with a plan.

This process takes time. This process works. This process is efficient. And it takes finesse because we’re trying to get all of this accomplished in a timely manner without the patient feeling like we’re rushing him out the door.

Because then we hear about that, too.

We can’t win, we truly can not win. We are trying our best to provide the best, most thorough and precise care we possibly can. And if people were more like machines, your wait time would be less, but people are not machines and we refuse to treat them as such.

Contrary to popular belief, doctor’s do not schedule more than they can handle. Doctors approve templates that will move the maximum number of patients in/out and be the most efficient use of their time. Yes. Part of the reason is compensation, doctors care about people, but it’s also how they make their momey, but the other reason is because there are way more patients out there than doctors in our world nowadays and if they scheduled one patient per hour, true, there would be little to no wait times when it came to the appointment, but then it would take MONTHS to get IN to SEE the doctor. Is that a better solution?

So yes, you’re going to have to wait when you go to the doctor’s office.

But if you truly want quality care, isn’t it worth the wait?

random stuff

This or That?

Karen

this-that

Dog or Cat?
Neither – I don’t like animals. (*collective gasp*)

Netflix or YouTube?
Mmm… tough one. I love them both. But probably Netflix

Phone Call or Text?
Definitely text – I LOATHE talking on the phone. 

Toast or Eggs?
Another tough one – both? Okay fine, eggs.

Cardio or Weights?
Cardio – I’m already an Amazon woman, why would I want to bulk up more??

Facebook or Twitter?
Definitely Facebook

Ice Cream Cone or Snow Cone?
Ice Cream Cone!

Mobile Games or Console Games?
Console (better yet – board games!)

While walking: Music or Podcasts?
MUSIC

iOS or Android?
Absolutely, positively Android – (I am NOT an Apple fan)

Pop or Indie?
Pop

Cake or Pie?
ACK! I love them both … I’ll choose pie, then follow it up with cake. That’s not cheating, right??

Swimming or Sunbathing?
Yuk – both require a swimsuit – probably sunbathing

High-tech or Low-tech?
High-tech

Big Party or Small Gathering?
Small Gathering (the smaller, the better – hate parties)

New Clothes or New Phone?
New Phone

Rich Friend or Loyal Friend?
Loyal Friend

Football or Basketball?
Hhmm … it’s fun to watch football because of the butts. Basketball is just fun to watch – I’ll choose Basketball

Work Hard or Play Hard?
Work Hard – I don’t play anything, I nap

Nice Car or Nice Home Interior?
Nice Home Interior

What’s worse: Laundry or Dishes?
DISHES

Jogging or Hiking?
Hiking

Bath or Shower?
Shower – hands down – sitting in my own filth?? YUK

Sneakers or Sandals?
Sneakers

Glasses or Contacts?
Glasses

Hamburger or Taco?
Hamburger

Couch or Recliner?
Recliner

Online Shopping or Shopping in a Store?
Online shopping, hands down

Receive: Email or Letter?
Email

Passenger or Driver?
Driver – I get car sick when I’m a passenger

Tablet or Computer?
Computer – it’s hard to type on tablets

Most important in a partner: Intelligent or Funny?
BOTH – I’m sticking to my guns on this one

Car or Truck?
Car

Blue or Red?
Blue

Money or Free Time?
Money

Amusement Park or Day at the Beach?
Day at the Beach

At a movie: Candy or Popcorn?
Candy (my sweet tooth will be the death of me)

Pen or Pencil?
Definitely Pen

Toilet paper: Over or Under?
Don’t care – just as long as it’s accessible

Cups in the cupboard: Right Side Up or Up Side Down?
Upside down

Pancake or Waffle?
Waffle

Coke or Pepsi?
Neither – I don’t drink soda

Coffee Cup or Thermos?
THERMOS! (We just recently converted Blake)

Blinds or Curtain?
Blinds

Train or Plane?
Plane

Phone or Phablet?
Phone

Iced Coffee or Hot Coffee?
Hot Coffee

Meat or Vegetables?
Vegetables – not a big meat lover

International Vacation or a New TV?
International Vacation

Save or Spend?
Duh – have you MET me? Save, OF COURSE

Honesty or Other’s Feelings?
Honesty (suck it up, buttercup)

Coffee or Tea?
COFFEE

TV or Book?
Book

Movie at Home or Movie at the Theater?
Movie at Home (Gah, going to the movies is way too expensive)

Ocean or Mountains?
Mountains

Horror Movie or Comedy Movie?
Comedy (I don’t do horror)

City or Countryside?
City

Winter or Summer?
Summer

Mac or PC?
PC (Remember the part where I don’t DO Apple??)

Console Gaming or PC Gaming?
PC Gaming (the problem with that is, you have to constantly upgrade to keep up)

Soup or Sandwich?
Sandwich

Card Game or Board Game?
Board Game

Classical Art or Modern Art?
Classical Art

Beer or Wine?
Definitely Wine – Beer is nasty

Camping or Binge Watching Shows at Home?
Binge Watching Shows at Home – Camping it too much work

Working Alone or Working in a Team?
Definitely Working Alone

Dine In or Delivery?
Delivery

Sweater or Hoodie?
Hoodie

Comic Book or Comic Strips?
Comic Strips

Motorcycle or Bicycle?
Bicycle

Book or eBook?
eBook

When sleeping: Fan or No Fan?
HAVE TO HAVE A FAN RUNNING AT ALL TIMES – I even have a mini fan on my desk at home AND at work – have fan, will travel

Ninjas or Pirates?
Um….

TV Shows or Movies?
TV Shows

I know this was a riveting post, but do you feel like you know me better? Do you care?

Don’t answer that.