"Here at NC State we take pride in healing animals.... not humans!"

I am not a paranoid... but I also didn't want to risk anything, so off I went to the doctor.

I have been having strange leg/muscle/knee problems for the last several weeks, and finally decided I needed to have it looked at.

After copying a few dozen recipes out of health magazines in the waiting room, the door finally opened, and the sweet nurse called my name! I very descriptively explained to her what was going on, and then she left the room.

The next lady who entered was my doctor... though I feel pretty certain she is not actually a doctor. She wore a short skirt that she did not know how to properly sit in, and clogs (with heels on them).

Even though that very detailed discription was right infront of her, I once again told her my spill.

She strangly looked at me, poked my leg for all of 30 seconds, and then said... "hmmm... I don't know whats wrong with you!"

Shocked, with that typical Jordan-look on my face, I (hopefully not too rudely) said, "yeaa... me neither!"

I am pretty sure at this point she was on google search engine, and asked me to try to stand on my toes... so I did... and that was that.

After a AMAZING (sarcasm) 4 minute doctors visit she diagnosed me with "patellofemoral pain syndrome" saying, "even though this isn't really what is wrong," and handed me a book of knee exercises.

Earlier she asked me if a participated in any recreational drug use. Of course I said no. She must of believed me because when she asked me my pain level from 1-10(being the highest pain) I answered one. But this is what she prescribed me....

         Pain killers!


My pre-med roommate later informed me that these "pain-killers" are actually just high-dollar Aleve. I could have just taken a double dosage, and saved a bunch of money....

There is no moral to the story. There is no life lesson learned. Except for maybe... don't go to health services....find a real doctor!

Here at NC State we take pride in healing animals.... not humans! If only i was a ferret or fish... this problem would have been long solved! GO PACK!    

THE FIELD IS ON FIRE!

On January 8th, the last day of Winter break Jordan(not me, my sister), Trent (7 years old) and I decided to go "explore" the fields behind our house. Since moving in July, I have not taken the time to explore our new backyard. I had no clue there was a pond, and Trent was so excited to show me! Him and my dad had cut a path with the machete I brought them from Africa, and Trent was so proud of their work.

While enjoying the lovely scenery, we then decide to ride the four-wheeler... one of our favorite things to do. After about a hour, Carson (3 yrs old) wanted to join, so we let him. Jordan was taking her turn, and I was playing with my new camera and taking pictures of Carson and Trent.

This is when things got interesting. I heard "JOOORRDDAAANNN" and turned around to see Jordan running and screaming.... with a on-fire 4wheeler following her.

The four-wheeler then stopped and was completely inflamed. Within a matter of seconds the field was on fire and was spreading quickly. Carson began to cry when I told him and Trent to run home. I called my dad over Trent's walky-talky, that my parents always make him have on the four-wheeler in case of a emergency. My dad panicked and started running toward us from home, I am sure with the frightening assumption Trent was on the four-wheeler. Sad part is... he had thrown his back out earlier that day, and so he looked as if he was doing the "wobble," as he ran towards us. It amazed me that he could walk earlier that day, but the second he thought his children were in trouble... he made things happen!

Jordan by this time had ran home with Carson in her arms, to call 911, and my mom (the more intelligent one of my parents) had DRIVEN THE CAR (duhh dad) there with fire extinguishers. Trent had been running back and forth, doing exactly what we told him the entire time. We had seven fire extinguisher hidden in our house that no one even knew about, thanks to my very safety oriented dad... Trent did a great job retrieving them. He at no point panicked, and I was so proud.

One thing went wrong the entire process (excluding the fact we caught the field on fire)... My dad needed the phone to call the fire station (I think I forgot to mention: he is fire Marshall) so he told Trent to run home and get his cellphone. Trent obeyed and ran home. When he got home he asked Jordan if she had called 911, and when she responded yes.... he ran back to the inflamed field....without the cellphone.

Trent was told specific instructions, but instead of listening to them, he interpreted them himself, and thought he had it all figured out.

Isn't if funny how we do that all the time? God gives us clear as day instructions. Whether it be through scripture, through other peoples words, or Him speaking to our hearts, He often gives us instructions to guide our lifes. We then decide for ourselves what the instructions mean. Sometimes when we are in the midst of a emergency... He instructs us what to do, but for some reason, we think we have it all figured out!

Example: Like my dad told Trent to go get the phone and he decided Jordan already fixed the problem, God tells us to "go tell the nations" and we decided because the missionaries are doing it, we don't have to. God tells us to go somewhere that isn't safe, and we decide someone more daring and adventurous will do it. God tells us to share the Gospel with our friends, and we assume someone else will do it. God tells us to love our neighbor, but we decide, since that other friend of ours shows Christ love, we don't have to.

When we are in the midst of life's fire.... just go get the cellphone! And by that I mean...

When we are in the midst of life's fire.... we need to listen to our Father...our Heavenly father... who cares enough for each of us, to instruct us in the time of trouble.

It was such a beautiful day!

The pond Trent introduced me too!

isn't she cute? LOVE my Jordan!

Oh look who is here to join us... CARSON!

picture time

This is the picture I was taking when I heard the awful sound of my name being screamed....

fyi: everyone was ok, and we put out the fire before it was too bad. Trent even probably enjoyed a visit from all the fire trucks. I wish I had been smart enough to take a picture of the field on fire... but it was the last thing on my mind at the time!

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SEARCHING FOR MY TRUE SELF!

Whelp, we have reached the half way mark of the semester...I HAVE SURVIVED!!! While reflecting back on the past three months I have come to the conclusion I have been having a self-identity crisis!!!!!
I have been.........

A hairstylist

A cowgirl...

A bike model...

A diner girl...

A ganster...

A llama's lover

A emo/cookie monster??

A monkey...

Maybe in the next half of the semester I will figure out who I really am! : ) ........

While I was away....

Life without Facebook has been awesome so far! I haven't missed it much. The downfall would be the embarrassing pictures/videos my lovely friends have posted of me, with the knowledge I will not sign on to remove them.

This may be considered cheating, but this is a few potential statuses/tweets that would have occurred this week if possible:

• is it just me, or do frat boys shorts seem to be getting shorter everyday?
• What is going on with this weather? I never know what to wear? #layering
• Tried to rent a tiger.....bad idea. #fail
• "Become the person you would want to date, would want to date.".... some great PCM encouragement
• JASMINES.... best lunch EVER!
• Brittany Hall is awesome!!!
• GO PACK!
• My favorite part of a wolfpack win is dancing to "jump on it"
• Lord give me rest...... because I have no time to give it to myself!
• I miss my pillow!
• One test down, two to go!
• Officially a Mary kay consultant!!! So excited!!!
• Ordered business cards!!! Is this real life?