One Month Down....

So I have been officially unemployed for just over a month now. I have finally reached the point where I don't think about the bakery and what I would be doing if I was there at each hour of the day. I have finally adjusted to being able to do whatever I want, finish my "To Do List", and work on new hobbies.

Although I have adjusted it hasn't been easy. It is difficult to feel that not working is acceptable. I still have moments of panic where I feel like nothing is going to work out, I won't get into school, I'll never find a job, and that life will just fall apart. Normally at that point I go and find Kevin and he reminds me that everything will be okay.

I'm still not sure what my plans are come September. I have registered for the court reporting class at the community college and I have to see if I can get into any math classes at San Jose State. Not sure what will happen which is a little nerve wracking, but it is comforting to know that I do have the court reporting class guaranteed, assuming I can't get in to any math classes. It is all so complicated, except thankfully SJSU classes start the week before West Valley so I will know if I am able to attend the court reporting class in the end.

At this point I must keep reminding myself that there is no point in worrying about something you can't control. I don't know if the math classes will fill up, I don't know if I'll get my master's degree, I just don't know what is going to happen, but in the end everything will be okay because Kevin and I will go through it together.

Here's to hoping that whatever does happen come September makes me immensely happy and leads me down the most awesomely fun road on my journey through life.

Eagle, Birdie, Par, Bogey......no words to describe me

So recently.....well maybe a few months ago Kevin convinced me to go to the driving range with him and his friends. I was nervous considering I had not held a golf club since 8th grade, and even then I had no idea what I was doing. Teaching me any sport never went well and P.E. in 8th grade and golf did not go together. I was horribly out of shape, not that I'm in great shape now, and I was horribly uncoordinated. So needless to say I did not learn much of anything about golf then and I was terrified to start again.

The first time at the driving range was actually quite fun. Kevin explained pretty well how to hold the club and hit the ball. I did my best considering my shoulder is a little abnormal. I could hit the ball kind of consistently and hit it maybe 50 yards with a driver that is supposed to go much more.

Anyways, over the past few months we have been going to the driving range and I have been progressively improving, which means I can now hit the ball maybe 80% of the time and get it to move forward. I am not a professional golfer and have no desire to be; instead, I like hitting the balls. Thinking, analyzing, planning....all overrated topics for me. I simply put a ball down and swing the club.

Kevin and I decided a month or so ago that we would go to Mammoth with Kevin's parents in August, and while there they usually go golfing....real golfing. I barely knew how to hit a ball, let alone aim and get a ball into a hole. So we have been working on improving my skills.

This past weekend I had the chance to go golfing for real for the first time. It is called the Short Course at Santa Teresa Golf Club. It is just 9 holes all of which are par 3, meaning that a score of 27 is par. Awesome, I could totally do that....yeah right.

Me getting ready to hit the ball on the first hole on the first real golf course ever :-)

We played with Lionel and Jillian (it was her first time too). What a day it was. Needless to say I have a lot of room for improvement. Make that massive room for improvement. Kevin scored a 34 which averages out to Bogey golf. I scored 70 (remember 27 is par), twice as much as Kevin. Unfortunately golf does not have names for this score, so I will say that my score averages out to Lindsey golf. Lets just call any score as bad as mine Lindsey. Kevin got a birdie, Lionel got a par, Jillian got a Bogey and Lindsey got a Lindsey.

So next time I go real golfing, I will be able to name my score. When Kevin asks my score I will say I got a Lindsey, which averages out to about 5-8 above par. That is how good I am at real golf, or should I say how bad I am at it, that I can name my level of golf. Not many people can do that. Graeme McDowell, winner of the PGA tournament at Pebble Beach, (he has the same birthday as me) can't name his moves, he simply says par or what not. I plan on becoming famous in golf now, for how awesomely bad I play. My style of golf takes a lot of focus and effort, not just anyone can play like me.

Here's to hoping I improve slightly with golf, but not so much that I have to start using official terms to describe how I play....how unoriginal is it to say Bogey. I am unique and clearly must play the game that way and keep up my record.....don't want to let anyone down. :-D

FUNemployment

Well it has been about 3 1/2 weeks since I stopped working. The first week didn't feel different because I was busy traveling and hanging out with friends. It has finally start to hit me that I am unemployed and can do anything I want to. It is a bit overwhelming at times. So many projects to do, but where to start.

Yes, only I could be overwhelmed by having too many FUN projects to do. I'm working on finding more recipes to cook and bake, working on stained glass projects, and trying to get rid of stuff. All things I love, but with so much time to do them, I don't know where to start. I have more than 12 stained glass projects going, more than 200 new recipes and boxes of stuff I have collected over the years.

Other than being overwhelmed by fun things to do, I have dealt with being sick again. About a week ago I ended up back in the emergency room with the same stomach pain I had in January. It was the worst experience I had ever had at a hospital. The doctor was awful. She tried to discharge me twice without actually getting rid of the pain I came in with. Thankfully my two nurses were looking out for me and wanted me to feel better. Anyways, I still have to file my formal complaint against the doctor for her inability to actually treat me for my pain. In the end I did get morphine and the pain disappeared.

Me in the E.R.. I look excited because it was just after I receive the morphine, so no pain. I'm also pointing at my IV that says Baxter. Thanks Adrienne, your company makes the best things in the world. :-)

After a few day I was back to normal. Yesterday I saw my personal doctor and learned that I had gallstones that are all gone now, so my gallbladder is completely empty and normal. Hopefully it stays that way and I don't end up in the hospital again. I did learn that I also have kidney stones, yay. Random finding when doing the ultrasound in the E.R.. Thankfully the kidney stones shouldn't affect me at all. This is all just proof that I am my parents daughter; kidney stones from my father and gallstones from my mother. I love them more and more for all of the wonderful traits they have passed on to me.

Other than that, my few weeks of time off have been wonderful. Lots of relaxing and enjoying life. I'm looking forward to the next couple months: Kerri's wedding, visiting Shayna in Texas, visiting my family in L.A., and visiting Kevin's family in Mammoth. Should be an exciting time before I attempt to return to school.

With school, I have to wait for the first day of classes to try and crash classes. If I can't get into any of the necessary classes, it will delay my application to the master's program. I will cross that bridge when it comes because there is no need to worry about it now. No need worrying over things I can't change, I'm slowly learning this and putting it into practice.

Here's to hoping that this summer will be amazingly fun and that the rest of my life will be even more fun. :-)