Monday, June 22, 2009

Meet Miss LeAnn, the Crazy Lady

So today I had my second interview with this woman Candyce for a nanny position. I interviewed with her two weeks ago and let me tell you, she is awesome. She is such a laid back woman who thinks she's crazy (she might be a little but she's really cool). Anyway, her and her husband are basically on the verge on going looney tunes with their three kids, so they want me to go and hang out with them for a couple of days a week. The kids are 5, 2, and 7 months and are apparently off the wall. I met them today after a series of unfortunate events which made me look like this crazy woman who is late (I'm like never late!) and it was not fun.


Here's a rundown:

I went to the mall where I thought we were supposed to meet but she wasn't there so I panicked. Then I went to the next mall (15 minutes away) and at that point it was 10:05, when we were supposed to meet. She wasn't there either. Then I figured she probably DID want to meet at the first mall so by the time I got there (after waiting to see if she showed up and getting stuck in traffic) she was getting ready to leave and I was almost 40 minutes late. I felt bad I hadn't confirmed the place and she felt horrible that I drove all over trying to find her.

Seriously. Only me.

It worked out in the end because the kids loved me (thank god), and I was able to meet Candyce's mom who normally watches the kids and she liked me too. I am going to go meet up with Candyce next week to see the house, meet her husband, and see where she works. I'm supposed to start in early July. I'm so excited! I'm hoping that with all the running around after the kids that I'll burn some extra calories (and drop pounds!)

It's cute because the kids are calling me Miss LeAnn. Candyce just started saying it and it kinda stuck. I haven't ever had anyone call me Miss LeAnn, but it feels weird. Make me feel old though. Back in Baltimore my cousins always called my dad Mister Steve and my step-mom Miss Vicki, and anyone I knew in MD would usually do it too with their elders. It's totally a southern thing so it's strange to hear it out in WA.

I'm going to go make dinner and watch TV with the guy. Good night!

Sunday, June 21, 2009

PTSD Sucks

Mark (my boyfriend) has PTSD. I wasn't expecting to really get into it so early on my blog but after what happened last night, I wanted to use this as an outlet to get the word out about PTSD resources for others who may be going through something like this.


So last night Mark had an emergency call to go to MAMC for a mass casualty incident and it really through him for a loop. He had multiple flashbacks from when he was on his deployment and was totally out of it when he came home last night. I'm not going into details but I can say it's a totally different experience when you see you're loved one immediately after being part of another traumatic event compared to seeing them come home from a deployment where they've had traumatic events happen and had time to process it. This whole PTSD thing just sucks every ounce of energy out of him. And there isn't anything I can do that will help him to work through the emotions he's feeling and that sucks more. I'm sorry in advance for being selfish and unreasonable-- you can all judge me if you want but I'm just going to be real here: I am so angry about this war and what it did to Mark. I know he signed up for his service and believe me, under normal circumstances I wouldn't be so quick to put all the blame on the military but yeah, I'm going there. I know the Army has done a lot of good things for Mark and I and don't want this to overshadow that but sometimes you need to be angry to get through your emotions.

*deep breath* Anyway, now that I've vented and gotten that out my system. . . I'm back to loving the Army (ha! maybe love is a strong word :-P)

There are a couple of websites I've used in the past to get information about PTSD (and other military things). I know a lot of you military folks already know about:


I cannot stress enough how many great resources there are on this website. Not just PTSD specific, they have given me many useful tools in the past.

Also:


They have some excellent articles and information on finding providers.


I hope someone will find this to be helpful. If you have any other resources I'd love to have them!

Now onto some totally unrelated blabbing. For the rest of the day I'm going to do my Wii Active workout and then get some more cleaning done. My neighbor Marcy might come up later to use my computer and hang out, and then I'll be finding something to make for dinner. I don't know what I'm in the mood for, but I want it to be something good for when Mark gets off from work!

~LeAnn



Saturday, June 20, 2009

Closets, magazines and shoe obsessions.

So today I am cleaning through the spare bedroom closet today because it seriously looks like a bomb has gone off and I am realizing a pattern. I hoarde magazines. Not crazy hoarding, but nevertheless, I save them unnecessarily. I used to get all of these magazine subscriptions and I would read through them, and then save them on a shelf in the closet or my bookshelf for "future reference". Like I was ever going to have time to scour through 50 magazines to search for that one article I read 6 months ago. So, I'm throwing them all out. (OK, other than my Rachael Rays, but they are in a magazine holder and have great recipes!) And it's funny because in looking back at these magazines (I have a lot of Women's Health) most of them say "Flat Belly in 2 Weeks!"-and I find this interesting because they are supposed to come up with NEW material, not the same old stuff. I don't know why I never paid attention to it before. It's just making it all the more obsolete that I kept any of them in the first place.


Anyway, I love those days when you get into a cleaning frenzy and just get rid of all the crap you've accumulated over the years that you really thought was going to have a good use one day ("But I need to get this!"), only to find it in a closet taking up space x months later. It's refreshing to get rid of stuff. At least for me- it's like you get a fresh start. Clean lines, more space -- for shoes! Mark needs to keep me out of the shoe stores. I'd like to call it a healthy obsession, but don't let him hear that.

Off to finish my cleaning frenzy!

~LeAnn

Friday, June 19, 2009

Wild child



As my first post's title may suggest, I am a wild child. This is immediately evident by my wild tendencies; you know- staying up at 11:30 on on a Friday night to create a blogger account and possibly getting groceries at Walmart. That's how I roll.

But really. Maybe I'm not a wild child and most of you will probably think my blog is pretty boring, but I hope you stick around. For those of
you who don't know me, here's a brief rundown:

My name is LeAnn and I'm 23. I'm from New York (not the city! Yes, I needed to clarify. People always forget there is a state surrounding the city.) I'm currently living in Seattle, Washington with my boyfriend who is in the Army and is stationed here. We have two "furkids", Clark the dog (a three year old lab/corgi mix) and Phoenix the cat (a three year old orange domestic longhair). We are Red Sox fans (yeah, I know what you're thinking: "What about those Yankees?! Traitor!" Whatever). I also cheer on the Orioles- I have family in Baltimore so it's kind of a given. I'm a huge Giants and Ravens fan during football season. My boyfriend Mark loves the Patriots. I love to travel, and want to go back to France. I have a small obsession with all things French and you'll probably find that to be more evident as you get to know me. I've always been into music and singing. I love to snowboard. I'm a huge klutz and hurt myself almost on a daily basis. (Thank God my middle name isn't Grace!)

Anyway, that's all I'll divulge into for tonight about myself. It's almost 12:00AM and I still need to go to Walmart to pick up a few things (like chap stick,
I ran out today and I'm going crazy without my fix of lip moisturizing goodness.) I realize that made me sound like a drug addict, I assure you I am not!

Here's a photo of the kids to sign off with:




Goodnight!

~LeAnn