NYC in three days.

Reader, guess what!

Alysha and I are flying to NYC on Wednesday and coming back on Sunday night. Well... at least planning to come back on Sunday. There is a chance I will end up staying if I love it too much.

I'm really excited. Not just because I'll be walking around NYC and hopefully running into Jesse Lacey (because he lives there), but because I love hanging out in airports (for people watching) and seeing the flight attendants doing their hand motions.

Here is a list of everything I want to see/do:

-Cafe Wha? -the cafe where Bob Dylan, Lou Reed/Velvet Underground, Jimi Hendrix, Bruce Springsteen were all discovered and first played.
-Statue of Liberty
-Empire State Building
-Central Park
-Madison Square Garden
-Tom's Diner -the restaurant from Seinfield
-Ride the Subway
-Go ice skating
-The Met
-Grimaldi's Pizza
-Brooklyn Bridge
-Ride in a taxi
-Hail a taxi

That's all I can think of right now. There will be lots more and I will be documenting every step and taking pictures.

yesterday when i woke up i had no idea that i would end my day as a patient in the emergeny room.

Rough housing with your niece and nephews is all fun and games until Aunt Kaleena's left arm starts feeling dull and tight and abdomen starts aching and she starts panicking thinking she is going to die at the age of 22.

Here is how my adventure to the emergency room started. Obviously I am alive since I am typing this.

I tend to ramble when I tell stories, so to avoid me rambling I will tell the story in point form.

1. I was jumping around with my nephews and niece.
2. I notice a pain in my lower abdomen by my ribs and my left arm feels completely numb.
3. I lay down to rest but laying down makes the pain feel 1000% worse.
4. I start to silently panic.
5. Sister Lacey takes me to the ER.
6. I find out I have a high heart rate and high blood pressure. Duh. Obviously, I am stressing that I am seconds away from a heart attack.
7. The nurse does an EKG test for my heart.
8. Another nurse does a chest x-ray.
9. Lacey and I wait and wait and wait just to hear they don't know what is wrong but everything looks normal and healthy. (yay)
10. We go home.
11. I am woken up at 4AM with unbearable pain in my arm... STILL.
12. We go back. But Steve takes me this time.
13. They do all the same tests.
14. I hear someone throwing up hardcore in the room next to me.
15. I get my blood drawn for the first time.
16. I get an IV for the first time.
17. I am feeling nervous... but not for the first time.
18. After waiting and waiting and waiting, they say they can't find anything and I probably strained a muscle that somehow pulled a nerve.
19. We go home.
20. Get McDonalds breakfast on the way.
21. I'm still in pain... and a little convinced it's more than a muscle strain.
21. Take some medicine for the pain and fall into a heavy, deep slumber.

So, two trips to the ER, two blood tests, two EKG tests and two chest x-rays later, I am home. I am home with a healthy heart, healthy lungs and still a raging case of hypochondria. But the medicine they gave me to help the pain has caused me to stay in bed cause it makes me dizzy and awfully sleepy.

In conclusion:
1. I am alright.
2. I didn't die.
3. I had my blood taken for the first time.
4. I took two trips to the ER that apparently wasn't necessary.

wait...what?

I saw a woodpecker in the parking lot of my work today.

I've never seen one and honestly wasn't expecting to see one at work let alone in the winter.

I tried taking a picture but as soon as I got my camera out, the bird flew away. 

Animals never cooperate.

So I found this image on the internet. 

Replace the leaves with snow and this is basically what I saw.

Also, I've noticed the the most common phrase in my vocabulary is... "wait... what?"

Want to know how it was a slow/boring day in the life of Kaleena? Because the only thing I came up to post is a bird that I saw. Ha.

first and not awkward.

Dear Kaleena,

You survived. You survived driving on sketchy brakes for one more day and you also survived your first date. You were definitely more scared preparing yourself for the date, but either way you survived and are here typing this letter. Oh and you also loved the weather in Utah today, because it was mostly rain.

Date picked you up around seven thirty and when you saw him pull up by your apartment in his maroon truck, you ran to your room and dove onto your bed and screamed out your excitement and nervousness out into your pillow and then got up and strolled out ready for the date like you were calm and cool. He totally bought it too.

You guys went to a place called Blue Plate Diner and you ordered the french toast and he ordered the reuben sandwich. Much to your surprise, it was not awkward or uncomfortable. You both talked about your unnatural love for your first cars how you wanted to be buried in yours. After Blue Plate, you went to a pub called the Republican and people watched and talked about nonsense. People watching was interesting because from a distance, there was a group roasting one of their friends and some drunk karaoke-ing, Date told you that the Doors have performed at Lagoon. LAGOON. For those of you who do not live in Utah, Lagoon is an amusement park that is about thirty minutes from my apartment. I'm aware you weren't alive for this to be neat or a coincidence, but you still like the thought that Jim Morrison at one time was near your place of living.

Anyway, it was a super duper funtastic time accompanied with rain and he made you laugh and he said he wanted to see you again.


Reader, this could be a new beginning. DUN-DUN-DUN.

things that make a weekend great.

A lot of firsts-for-2011 happened this weekend. 

I had my first bowl of strawberry cheesecake Dippin' Dots.

and

I got my first sunburn/tan line on my feet.

A great weekend indeed.