Wednesday, October 5, 2011

Certified First Aid & CPR... er

So for the last couple of days my Man and I have been in First Aid and CPR training. That’s right. I’m officially a “first-aider”. That is until it expires in 2014. Mmm hmm. I could splint you up, wash your wounds and attempt to give you the Heimlich maneuver.

WE can save YOU



I can even use one of THESE..


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However, if you’re going to collapse in front of me it would be better to do it within the next few months while it’s fresh. Four years is a long time, two and I’m liable to shock you AND myself; in which case we’ll need TWO more first-aiders since now there are two unconscious victims laying on top each other.

The class was really fun, but mostly because I got to take it with my Man. We seemed to think giving each other splints, slings, pretend CPR and the Heimlich was pretty funny. Well I did anyway. I imagine the instructor wasn’t amused by my giggling the entire time he was “checking my body for injuries” or responsiveness. I also found it funny pretending to be serious and hollering, “get the AED” at him while I performed CPR on a naked half-bodied dummy. "FASTER, I'm going to lose him!! So what if he's already missing his bottom half and doesn't have arms!!"

Now before you can become an official “First-aider” you have to pass an open book test. My Man got 100 percent on his exam and I, well, I got a few wrong, which is strange since I was half copying him. And it was open book. Anyway, for starters, I said that if I were cutting an umbilical cord (if this is the case than I think you have bigger problems anyway) that I would cut it 10 to 15 cm meters away from the belly button. The RIGHT answer is 5 to 10. So it’s a little long? Big deal. I also tried to say that CPR restores partial flow of oxygenated blood to the heart and brain keeping the victim alive until EMS arrives (which is true) AND that it also prevents cardiac arrest and EVEN restarts the heart (not true). Turns out it does not prevent cardiac arrest since that person is already IN cardiac arrest. And, although it would be nice, it does NOT restart the heart. Other than that I can’t remember what else I got wrong. I know what you’re thinking, you hope I’m around if you ever go down don’t you?

One thing I noticed about the course was that with all the potential emergencies like diabetic emergency, heart attack, stroke, bone break due to osteoporosis, etc.. We not only talked about how to handle the situation but also prevention. And you know what prevention always came down to with these sorts of diseases and illnesses? DIET and EXERCISE. Clearly in some cases it can be hereditary, but in MOST cases these are your two best forms of prevention.

Other forms of prevention..

Impaled Objects: Stay away from flying objects.

Snakebites: Do not aggravate a snake.

Swallowed Poisons: Don’t drink cleaners.

Speaking of diet and exercise. Actually just diet. And more like, food. Friday night was my SPLURGE night and MEL'S bday celebration.

I don't know how many times I have to tell her, "you are not a wizard".



Since it was a sweat pant and no make-up kind of affair I only took pictures of the SPREAD, which was well stocked with lots of Mel's favorite things.

I hosted at my parents place, since the Condo Castle isn't as spacious. Well and because their house is beautiful.







Double Chocolate Single-Chin Brownies, which I frosted with vegan Cream Cheese icing from the Carrot Cake recipe. This is ANOTHER great recipe. And another recipe down in my quest to make the ENTIRE book.





Brie Cheese with Maple Syrup and crushed Walnuts..



Shrimp Ring



Salsa, Nacho Mmm Sauce and White Bean Guacamole..



And my new OBSESSION, Veggie Straws..



If you don't see this bag when you open your pantry I hope it's because you ate them all. Someone described them to me as crunchy McDonalds fries. Thankfully, unlike McDonalds fries, I don't plan on dipping these ones in mayo or "McChicken Sauce" as rotten ronnie's likes to call it. Sensible Portions did good. I think? I haven't actually checked the ingredient list. They're probably better than doritos though!



I also like the fact that a portion is 68 straws. That's my kind of serving size. I like to pretend that the entire bag is 68 straws. Just go with it.

Happy Wednesday!! Call me if you choke.

Thursday, September 29, 2011

They Do

The Wedding! So Saturday was Linds' big day...



She's the big girl, not the little one. We're in Canada, not Bangladesh. Who said that?

Here are a bunch of random pictures in a somewhat specific order. Somewhat was the best I could do. This one should go here, this one here, that one... Bored.

About half of these pictures are from my camera and the other half are from none other than LEX.





I know these next two pictures are practically the same. I only posted them because my eyes are shut in both. What are the odds? I swear I wasn't sleeping.































This next one might actually be the best picture of the whole night. See that shoe on the ground? It landed there after hitting the bouquet catcher in the head. Someone REALLY wants to get married.



How cute are they?

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Spa Nights

Ugh it's Friday and the last time I posted was Monday. It's been 3 days too many since my last post. Well WHAT can I tell you..

Monday night I watched The Playboy Club and fell in love with it. Although Playboy magazine isn't really my thing, nor is hedonism or Crystal Harris, I am fascinated by Hugh Hefner and the empire he created. I like people who do different things. Push the envelope. Through his magazine, playboy clubs, the bunnies and the mansion itself, in the early 60's Hefner offered a fantasy/lifestyle that went against society's fundamental morals. Talk about pushing the envelope, he threw it across the room. I like his style.

Anyway, The Playboy club is set in 60's Chicago and takes place during the beginning of it all. Mobsters, bunnies, hot shot lawyers, politics, secrets? Yes please. Watch. This. Show.


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This is how I look sitting at my desk too..


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WHAT else.

Wednesday was a Bridal Party Spa Night. Photography courtesy of Lex. She just got a fancy new camera, but it looks like she's been taking professional pictures forever.



The Spa Night was hosted by the Beautiful Bride..



And future Mrs. S..



I'm one of her bridesmaids, remember? Of course you don't. Anyway, she spoiled us with lots of treats..













And gifts..



I can't WAIT for tomorrow, which is the actual wedding day. Judging by Lindsay's good taste, event planning skills and eye for detail, her wedding is going to be over the top phenomenal. Phenomenal, ALWAYS such a hard word for me to spell.

Speaking of weddings, yesterday I stumbled across this article,Why So Many Of Us Marry The Wrong Person. And WHAT a good article it was. I don't know about you, but I'm always hearing about people getting divorced and I always wonder why. Which one ended it? Who cheated? Who thought the grass was greener? Which neighbor called the police? Who gets the kids? Okay, I don't really know any couple friends with kids but if I did, who gets the kids?

According to this article a large chunk of women KNOW they're marrying the wrong person on their wedding day and these are the top 5 most cited reasons why they do it..

1. We've dated for so long I don't want to waste all the time we have invested in the relationship.

2. I don't want to be alone.

3. He'll change after we get married.

4. It is too late, too embarrassing and/or too expensive to call off the wedding.

5. He is a really nice guy; I don't want to hurt his feelings.

6. I am stupid.

Okay, I added that last one myself. Thankfully, I'm not expecting any changes after marriage. I hope he's not either. I'm never going to do the laundry or steadily pick up after myself. Or wash my hands before touching the cupboards. Maybe I should make that clear incase he's banking on that? Anyway, the moral of this story is calling off a wedding might be embarrassing and expensive, but divorce is embarrassing and expensive. The priest is a priest not a magician. You might not be able to get a refund on your past investments, but you can quit adding to your debt. If you don't want to be alone, buy a dog.

Or buy one even if you accidentally went through with the marriage, they'll give you a whole new set of problems and you'll forget about the rest.



And before I go, this post is lacking FOOD.



TGIF.