Tall People

I think all tall people should be friendly. As a person of smaller stature I must admit tall people make me nervous.  They stand there, towering over everyone. It's very unsettling. The least they could do would be to look down and smile once in a while. I know it'd make me feel better.

Faith, Love & Dynamite <3

RiantGorkette

Angel Of Death

Death makes me nervous; not due to the fact that it is the end of my physical life, but because there are so many unknown variables. The variable that has me captured the most at the moment is the Angel of Death. I'm not sure if there is an actual figure, or if it is just something "Touched By An Angel" made up. If there happens to be an actual angel of death, I have a few requests. I want him to be named "Scotty", so when it is my time to go I can say "Beam me up Scotty!" My second request is that I want him to be like "Come, I have been ordered to take you to my leader." I do not really know. I just figure if there is going to be an Angel of Death, and if he is going to be my first encounter with the spiritual world ahead of me, I want him to be cool. I'm thinking a cross between Spock and The Predator from AVP. That's just me I guess. I'm weird like that. Deal with it.

Until later, 

Faith, Love and Dynamite <3

RiantGorkette 

Mafia Tendencies

I am not often a mean-spirited person. That being said, there are a few circumstances in which I can get volatile. One of those circumstances is when it comes to protecting my friends. I find myself taking on their battles and fighting with people who have done me no wrong. It is kind of like a mafia in my mind. I have a list of people who I will protect with all I got. What happens though when one person on my list hurts another person on my list? I find myself choosing sides. I turn my back on the friend who is lower on my list than the other. I wish I could find a way where I did not feel the need to protect one person at the expense of another. Tonight I have been rude to a guy who does not deserve it, or at least not from me. I feel conflicted because the reason I am being short with him is because he hurt my friend's feelings. At the same time, the end-result action that he took toward such friend is one that I fully agree with. So how do I stay loyal to two good friends, on opposite sides and still stay true to how I feel? One might say that it is none of my business, and that I should stay out of it. That person would be a wise person. However, my mafia tendencies are how I show my loyalties. Ugh, I feel bad.

Hopefully I'll figure this out one day. Until then, though...
Faith, Love & Dynamite
Riantgorkette

I'm in a Bed!

Surprise! New photo! This is me in bed, with possible mono! Fun!!

Faith, Love and Dynamite<3
RiantGorkette

P.S. that last reference to 'fun' was completely sarcasm.

Bloody Nightmare!

103 pounds. 5 feet 2 inches. Body strength equivalent to that of a sponge. Am I scaring you yet? Does these stats send shivers of terror down your spine? No? Well if you were the nurse assigned to take my blood, you would be! After a week of straight sleep I went to see my doctor, and she went me for a bunch of blood tests. I didn't have to wait long before I was called into the lab to get pricked. I sat in the chair and greeted the nurse with a warning, "You''ll want to use the butterfly needle, and you'll want to take it from my hand". The nurse, although kind, I could tell had more confidence in herself than I did. She decided to check my arms first despite my warning. The look on her face quickly went to sheer terror. She kindly excused herself and went to get another nurse for some extra support. I sat there feeling bad for the nice nurse. In all fairness I did warn her, but I knew deep down she had no clue what she was in for. My veins are very tiny, very deep, and very flat. To get the needle in a vein is a challenge in itself, but to get the blood to flow out of that vein is a whole other problem. The nurse returned to where I was bringing with her another nurse. The second nurse checked both my arms and muttered a profanity. They decide to heed my warning and attempt getting blood from my hand. They tightened the rubber band around my wrist so tight it left an imprint that lasted over a hour. They then gave me a hot water bag to place on my hand in hopes of making the vein plump up a bit more. After 5 minutes they were ready to try taking blood. They got the vein, but the blood only dripped out. After a few minutes there was a bubble of blood forming near the needle and the nurse had to pull it out. Attempt #1 resulted in a vile filled up about a centimeter with blood, and my hand with a bruise the size of a Toonie. A few more profanities were mumbled by the nurses. I then sat with the rubber band on my other wrist and the hot water bag on my other hand. After another 5 minutes we were ready for attempt #2. The nurses switched positions this time and the second nurse gave my hand a try. Results from attempt #2 were no better than the first. They were able to get 1 quarter of a vile filled, and a centimeter of another one before that vein ran dry. Neither vile were as full as they needed them to be but it would have to do. The nurses put in big red letters "Try EXTRA hard to get the results from this amount. Patient's veins were VERY difficult" on the sheet that was to be sent to the lab with the viles of blood. I'll know by Monday if I need to go back in and get more blood taken. 

I may be little and not very strong but to a Phlebotomists I'm a bloody nightmare! 

Anyhow I'm going back to bed!

Faith, Love and Dynamite<3

RiantGorkette

Birds, Bees, and the Deed

I never had to go through the agony of a conversation with my mom pertaining to the reproduction ritual of humans. I never paid much attention to the matter in Health class either. All I know is two things- 1) I have enough knowledge about the topic to get the 'deed' done when it comes time to, and 2) no matter how much I try to reason it, birds and bees DO NOT make a good representation of the matter. In fact the whole idea of bees being involved causes me to be even more fearful of them. I have no idea what gender the birds are nor the gender of the bees. Who comes up with such analogies? Is this another way for Catholics and parents to promote abstinence, by confusing the heck out of us?! If so mission accomplished! Feel free to Google the subject at your own risk. If you find out what birds and bees have to do with the whole process report back to me. I'm curious, am I a bird or a bee?

Faith, Love and Dynamite<3

RiantGorkette

Big Box Stores Minus the Big Boxes

Today was a fun day. I woke up early and headed off to help out with Kids Camp. In the morning I ran games and by lunch time my voice was gone. After having a quick sandwich for lunch I began talking with others about what the games were going to be after lunch. They decided on doing an obstacle course using gymnastic mats. As a joke I suggested we make a giant bed from all the mats and just have nap time. I lied down on one as a joke to give an example. What had started out as a joke, turned into a 2 hour nap. Oops! I guess I was more tired than I realized. After my nap I finished off the Kids Camp day, and went on a mini hunt. Turns out tomorrow they are making prayer huts and they needed big boxes. So where would one find big boxes? At the big box stores of course! Well at least that's what I thought, but after calling every Home Depot, Lowe's, Costco and Sears in the area we were still without boxes. Not to worry though, I called the Brick as my last resort and they had some, so we are all good. But it got me thinking, it's ironic that big box stores don't sell big boxes or even have big boxes on site. There is something wrong about that. Anyhow that was my day. Simon Tofield has come out with a new Simon's Cat video. It's about boxes. Enjoy!




Faith, Love and Dynamite<3
RiantGorkette