sucks///awesome.

Many of the pictures featured on this blog come from my handy-dandy-phone. A lot of times I take pics of stuff to send to people (helping explain certain situations or...just, whatever) and I never end up deleting them from my gallery. The other night I was clearing my crap-infested phone-gallery and decided there were a few things I thought worthy of sharing with you:

First, things that SUCK:

Trains.

exceptions: the hogwarts express and the polar express

My house is really close to a set of train tracks and, for more than half of my life now, I've been accustom to the sound of train-horns at all hours of the g.d. day/night, but as of late, I think I've been stopped waiting for every. single. train. that has passed through Nevada. Seriously. BUG. Sure, not a big deal when you're in no hurry...but when you've got places to be...UGH!

sun visors.

I am approximately 5ft 7inches tall. Not too tall (unless you attend my church) but not too short. So...riddle me this: why is it that no matter WHERE the sun is in the sky, my sun-visor isn't able to serve it's purpose? The sun is always a little to ______ (high/low/left/right/etc) and my visor: A. isn't long enough, B. isn't wide enough, C. isn't able to rotate that way, etc etc. There's GOT to be a better way! (and don't tell me sunglasses. they work...to an extent)

clinic.

(a story for a different time)

cleaning this situation.

(that's #11, 12 and 13 playing musical-tooth-sockets or whatever)

bird crap

(I hate birds.)

BLOOD ON MY SHOES!!!

I'm going to invest in a SUPER cute pair of clinical shoes that i wear only at work. I know. Gross. But I CAN NOT HANDLE BLOOD GETTING ON MY SHOES!!! And I can't help it if patients occasionally close their lips around the suction too freakin' fast, spewing who-knows-what all over themselves (haha. karma) and me!

Now, things that are pretty Awesome:

This pic

(jess brought it home from Church, I thought it was cute)

google it. he's awesome.

tiiiny OPI nailpolish at Target!!!

the guy who thought it was okay to sit along the sidelines

blocking EVERYBODY's view at a soccer game.

Pretentious.

Phone-freak-outs

My phone has decided to cut texts from conversations at random, and then deliver these fragments all at once (at any given moment). It's suuuuper fun trying to make sense of texts i could/should have received weeks, maybe even months ago...

~cheers