Okay, so it's not Monday

I know I promised monday, and it's now tuesday, but tuesday is better than wednesday which is definitely better than thursday. I was hoping to upload pictures of sweet baby Mya and some of Landon learning to ride a bike but am having issues figuring out how to do it on this computer (It's older, much older actually, than the one I use at my parents, so it may be a picture less summer- Julie I was serious when I said I needed your help!)

Anyway- the past several weeks have been busy, hence my lack of blogging. I started work at Lancaster General on May 7th. I wasn't sure how long it was going to be before I ran into to people I knew. I haven't been gone for two years, but the place seems to have doubled in size in both square feet and employees. The first week is always a little nerve racking. There is the HR paper work, IDs and then all the computer training. I was lucky enough to have had it before so it seemed like busy work to me, while the other travelers that started with me struggled through it. Once I got all the HR business out of the way I went up to meet the nurse manager whom I would be working under. The secretary went to get her and out the door walked a friend I used to work with on 5west (Adam- it was Jen Wagner). She shrieked and ran to give me hug. Unfortunately, Jen was only shadowing my nurse manager Val. She was the first in a long long long line of old friends that I saw that day and in the days to come. What I hadn't even thought about until I saw Jen was that most of the people I worked with before I went to the OR haven't seen me since before I started losing weight. Most know who I am, but some have stared at me for awhile with that look that says "I think I know you, but I'm not sure" and have even had to look at my name tag until it clicks.

The crazy thing about starting a job the way I have to start them, pretty much hitting the ground running, is that everyone is sizing you up and deciding if they like you. This weekend a co-worker (who happens to be my neighbor) told me that when asked by the nurse manager what he thought of me, he said "She's unusually stable for a traveler." I chuckled and thought "Glad someone thinks so!!"

Thursday that same week, little Mya was born!!! For those of you who haven't seen her in person, take it from me, she is a BEAUTIFUL little baby (I have pictures to post but my computer illiteracy is getting in the way). She and "Aunt Beth" hang out often. Her best skill to date is that she is a phenomenal listener..... she never interrupts when your pouring your heart out too her, although direct eye contact is asking a little much. Sleeping is a close second on the list, followed by eating of course.

Then, to end an already busy exciting week, my Uncle Phil was here from Africa. I spent that Sat at my grandparents looking at pictures and hearing stories. Some of you have met my uncle when he and my aunt still lived in NY. His excitement can be very contagious. He is always interested in the goings on of lives of all "the gang" that used to go up for the weekend. Ever time I see him he assures me that Africa is waiting for me, that when ever I want to come, for however long I decide to stay, I would be busy.

Last week was spent working and working out (and at the Randolphs). I made my official pilgrimage back to the gym. It took a lot of pep talk (from myself to myself) to get this fanny out the door. On my first day back, I even sat in the car in the parking lot deciding whether I really thought that was the day I should go back (for the record- I DO NOT like to work out. I procrastinate getting dressed for the gym, go to the gas station and buy coffee on my way, sit in the parking lot a drink my coffee, maybe make a few phone calls while I'm sitting in the parking lot drinking my coffee...you get the point. Then about an hour later when I do actually step foot in the gym, I usually spend the first 15 minutes thinking I would rather be dead then on a treadmill..... all that is true, with absolutely no exaggeration). Why do I put myself thru that you ask? The answer, for the feeling I get when I walk out of the gym knowing that I pushed myself farther then I wanted to and at least for that hour and a half, did well for myself.

Even though it's the beginning, this week proves equally as busy. Last night I enjoyed a night of dining and relaxing at my friends the Garners. We ate grilled food (if its grilled it must be good) followed by cookies, ice cream and laughter. Today, Lori, Mya and I were out and about shopping, followed by a visit to the Teeter home. Tonight I was supposed to get together with Jamie but he wasn't feeling well so we rescheduled (feel better soon friend!). Tomorrow I begin (and hopefully finish) painting the trim in the living room before going out for coffee with a friend from work. And then of course it's back to work.

Thats it in a nutshell- next time I won't wait to long to update, and will hopefully have pictures! Good night!!