This is going to be quick because I'm trying to do it before Heston wakes up which could be any second. But I wanted to give an update as to why, as of late, I'm a sucky blog stalker and a sucky blogger. I got a new job/promotion. I am the new Travel Coordinator at UVU and I am CRAZY busy. No longer do I have spare time to read, watch tv, blog/facebook stalk, or harass people via text message. I like being busy. I like my new job and learning new things and meeting new people. I thrive on the chaos. before you ask, no, I cannot get you cheap flights or book your vacation. I'm not a travel agent.
In other news I've been "sick". I don't know if asthma can really be called "sick" but if so I guess I was. I had a minor episode. I haven't had problems with my asthma since I was in Junior High but a few months ago I got a cold and had to go in for a rescue inhaler. then I got better. Then I got worse. A few weeks ago I started having to use it a few times a night and then progressively more often... well... things got to a point where I was waking up every hour or 2 to do the rescue inhaler so that I could sleep at night. I was also doing it multiple times a day. Casey told me to go to the doctor but I kept thinking it would just go away. I kept getting migraines and sick and shaky but didn't connect the two. One day I got SUPER sick and started passing out at work. I drove home (bad BAD idea. but I made it safe and managed to not pass out) and collapsed in bed. Casey says I passed out. I claim it was just a good nap. Anyway, the next morning I went to the doctor (while I was actually feeling pretty good and breathing decently) and it turns out my oxygen levels were low. They started me on a breathing treatment right away and filled me full of steroids. I guess the shaking was because I wasn't getting enough oxygen to my tissue.... oops. The doctor was pretty upset with me. Casey was even more upset. Long story short. I'm fine. If Casey tells you I almost died, he's just being dramatic.
Also, Heston is mobile! The little turd has figured out how to scoot himself. darn. He's also sick. :( I've never seen so much snot in my life. I've also never had so much snot all over my shirt. Super attractive. But, he's wanted to cuddle a lot and so I'll take a snot soaked shirt (and I seriously mean SOAKED).
Let's see.... I think we're all caught up now??? We caved and bought a Dyson. The amount of dog hair got to be too much for a normal vacuum to handle. If you'd like to come clean my house I'd let you. It's desperately needed. But hey, you won't need to vacuum because we've done that! I'm sure I've missed something vitally important but I guess if it was I'd remember it.... Bye!