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So long, farewell, I can't spell the rest of it.

November 21st, 2006 (11:29 pm)

Now that E and I are married, we're joining blogs (don't you remember that part of the vows?  To have and to hold, in sickness and in health, in LOL and OMGWTF).  From now on, E and I will be posting on http://karenanderik.com.  Already, there's a picture of E feeling me up, a video of the search for booty, and questions on what I should do with my wedding dress.  How fun is that???

So kids, next time you're wondering what Jack Bauer did this week or what stupid thing I am doing, visit our old wedding blog to check it out!

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Ch-ch-ch-ch-ch-check it out!

November 6th, 2006 (01:14 am)


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F you, family!

November 2nd, 2006 (03:48 pm)

I'm getting married in two days. I am remarkably calm. So much so that everyone else is stressing that I am so calm. And trying to get me to be a bridezilla, wtf?

My mom: Why aren't you stressed like those girl on bridezillas?
Me: Because I'm not one, and I have nothing to stress about. Everything is taken care of. What happens, happens.

My friend: You should be freaking out and being a bridezilla, it's your right!
Me: It's never anyone's right to act like a spoiled brat.

Dad: Are you nervous?
Me: Nope.
Dad: Why not? It's 2 days before your wedding. *I* am freaking out.

Anyone else getting this? Don't get me wrong, I got a lot going on. But I'm SO excited that the wedding is almost here, SO excited that everything we planned for is finally happening, and SO excited to see my friends and family.

That, and I'm on anti-depressants. WEE!

I leave you with a picture from the bachelorette party, of the best man trying to give me a hickey on my face.

(Yes, that is a Bachelorette sash and button I am wearing.  At least I wasn't like the poor bride-to-be at the club wearing a veil with plastic penises attached to it.)

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Where I attempt to recap the 3-Day

October 25th, 2006 (07:03 pm)

This is where I will attempt to recap the 3-Day. But I already know I will do a poor job, because there's so much to tell, so many amazing moments and stories to tell, and I just can't capture them all.

Thursday, October 19th:
Mom and I drove down to Atlanta the night before, and thanks to Google Maps, we got incredibly lost!  Who is more at fault: Google Maps or the crappy layout of Atlanta?  I nominate both.  We stayed in a cheap motel - it smelled like sin!  But we were exhausted and just went to bed.

Friday, October 20th:

"I'm going to have to keep track of how many times I cry this weekend."

Mom dropped me off early and wished me luck.  I think she may not have understood the full scope of the walk until she saw the thousands of people at the Opening Ceremonies, all awake and ready to submit themselves to 60 miles of torture for a really good cause.  I met up with E,ily, my tentmate, and Opening Ceremonies began with a round of JAZZERCISE - I shit you not.  It did warm us up and make us laugh.  My favorite part was the sign language interpreter, who went the extra mile and signed out "Now, let's warm up those legs!"

After a very moving ceremony (Emily and I both cried), we were off!  To start, you walk through an aisle in the middle of the group of walkers waiting.  As you pass them, everyone cheers you on and wishes you luck.

Many streets were closed off, and there was a traffic crew and many cops out to make sure we got across the street safely.  We joked that there were lots of Atlanta commuters on their cell phones, saying "I'm sorry, boss but I'll be late today.  There's all these women walking in the street and there's just no end in sight!"

The first day's route seemed to be entirely uphill.  Some of the hills were so steep that I wondered how a car could make it up to the top, let alone us.

Somehow, we made it through the first day's walk of 20 miles.  I called some people up and told them "wow, I hurt!  I hope the next day isn't hard."  Which was, in hindsight, an incredibly dumb thing to say.

We had to set up our tent when we got back.  Emily did a great job and I, having no clue what to do, stood back in awe.  We got cleaned up and ate dinner quickly, and were in our sleeping bags by 8 pm.  That night, the temperature got down to the freezing mark.  Emily found out that going to the bathroom at 2 am in a port-a-potty in freezing temperature sure does suck.  I found out that it sucks at 6 am as well.  We also had someone in the next tent over who snored like a chainsaw.  Needless to say, we did not sleep well on the first night.  Did I mention I had never camped before?  I now know there was a reason.

Saturday, October 21st:

"This is so much harder than I ever thought it would be."

I woke up frozen and sore and cranky.  Luckily, the weather was clear.

The second day was not nearly as hilly, but it did have a lot of walking on the highway shoulder.  At times, we had to walk in single file because there was not enough room for everyone.  I felt absolutely miserable on the second day, and got very worried around mile 12 that I would not be able to finish.  Luckily, I had Emily cheering me on and an incredible crew supporting us.

There were also lots of cheering stations set up for family, friends and the community to come out and support us - some even wore costumes.  Even though I did not know any of these people personally, they cheered me on and it really (really) helped me through.

At the end of the day when we returned to camp, I was limping but proud to finish.  We heard the volunteers talking about rain that night.  All I wanted to do was go immediately to the medical tent and get my feet wrapped.  I knew I had blisters, and my arches were killing me.  Unfortunately, they told me I had to eat and shower first - and I started to cry.  Instead, Emily and I got cleaned up, ate dinner, dropped by the foot massage tent (OH MY LORD this was the best thing about the 3 Day), dropped by the self-help medical area, and went to bed.  Emily brought a "tarp" for us - a shower curtain.  We stretched it as far as it would go over the tent, and hoped for the best.  That night, it rained but barely any got inside the tent.  We had bundled up and were nice and warm, but it was hard to sleep with the sound of the rain on the tent.

Sunday, October 22nd

"Today, we're going home."

We woke up in PAIN!  Hard ground, bad sleep, wet tent and 40 miles behind us equalled a very sore morning.  But we kept reminding ourselves that TODAY was the last day, TODAY we would finish, TONIGHT we would be in our beds, warm and having used a real toilet with a flush.  Emily and I got separated in the morning - I realized I had packed my credentials by mistake, and had to get temporary ones - but we met up at the first pit stop.  We were so determined to get through today that we started walking FAST.  We walked through the pain and cold, wet weather and kept thinking about home.

We weren't the only ones with energy - some women broke into the Electric Slide during a pit stop.

We overcame our pain and cranked through the last miles.  When we finally saw the finish line, we started crying.  Finishing the 3 Day is an unbelievable feeling of accomplishment, happiness, excitement and peace.  And hundreds of people cheer you through the finish.  Emily and I started the 3 Day together, and finished it side-by-side.  We would have taken a picture of the finish, but we were too overcome with emotion to stop.  Nothing was going to stop us from walking over that finish line.

As soon as you finish, you are given a finisher's t-shirt - blue for walkers, pink for walkers who are survivors.  Then, you enjoy the holding area - you can eat, use the port-a-potty, and re-visit the foot massage booth (which we totally did).  Emily made me an awesome sign thanking me for walking with her.  I started to make a sign but was so tired I actually had trouble writing a straight line on the paper.  We also met up with Adele, another Charlotte walker who was so fast, she finished hours before us and had a few margaritas in her already.

Then, it was time for closing ceremonies.  All of the walkers (blue shirts) line up on one side of the park, and the survivors (pink shirts) line up behind us.  As survivors were asked to line up separately, the walkers and crew cheered them on. 

Slowly, we moved to the closing ceremonies - held in Piedmont Park, Atlanta.  We walked in a line 8-people wide, passing family and friends on the way.  In fact, that's when I saw Erik, Becky and Lee (dressed as Santa Claus!!!).  Even though I was hurting, I ran up to them and gave them a big hug.  (Then I immediately regretted my decision to run, because it really, really hurt).

Suddenly, we weren't walking down a narrow path.  We were walking into a huge area of the park, with THOUSANDS of people cheering for us!  There was the crew, who worked so hard and did so much.  There were the people who came to the cheering stations, dressed up and giving us candy.  There were so many people, all thanking us for what we did and calling us their heroes.  Once we walked to the main section, the crew followed us in.  They got a TON of applause from us, and they deserved every bit. 

After the crew came in, we were reminded of the reason we walked.  The survivors walked in to a standing ovation.  To honor them, all of the walkers raised their walking shoes in silent salute.

Can you see us all crying?

After that, we went home.  Emily and I told 3-day stories to Erik, Becky and Lee.  I eventually fell asleep in the car - I was too exhausted to keep talking. 

If I had not broken the camera at the 3-Day, I'd take a picture of my gorgeous feet!  I have skin missing from the top of the left foot, raw skin on both of my pinky toes from bad blisters, a big flap of skin hanging off of my left big toe, and shin splints.  Luckily, I am not limping nearly as much as I was on Sunday night/Monday morning.

Next up:  Wedding is in 10 days!

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Blisters for the cure

October 23rd, 2006 (11:15 am)

Longer entries will follow, but I wanted to let everyone know that I finished the 3-Day! 60 miles, and I walked every single step. I finished with a total of ten blisters, as well as a pretty hardcore limp (Dana - we'll be in touch, and ps thanks for spoiling Grey's Anatomy for me in your email!). I also broke our camera so I am waiting for my tentmate to post pictures. But stories will follow. For now, I am off to work... very, very slowly.

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Where did Karen go?

October 12th, 2006 (06:22 pm)

She's here, and speaking in the third person.

As Erik mentioned in his post today, I have been working some crazy insane hours.  And the tiny pockets of time I get at work are spent doing stuff to get ready for the wedding and/or 3-Day.  There's more fun too, which I will tell the Fitz folk in person when I meet them - in 3 weeks!  But to sum it up, I have been too busy/exhausted to post.  In fact, I am about to fall asleep and/or burst into tears at the keyboard right now.

I'm going to try to post last week's Grey's Anatomy soon, although I suspect no one reads them.  So until then, the only thing I have to post... are kitty pictures!

Holly and Darth go to battle.

Fred's still home!

And he loves Chucks, like his mommy.

Also, he's still skinny.  but not as bad.  In fact, now he is normal weight - before he left, he was just a big fatty ding dong.

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This week on Grey's Anatomy: Everybody Gets Laid! (except Izzie)

September 29th, 2006 (07:25 pm)

No crying this week!  But my sinuses are clogged, I wonder if I'd be able to cry anyway.

This week, Izzie took the natural progression of grief from lying on the floor in a prom dress to wearing an old sweater and baking muffins.  Which is perfect, because when I'm sad I like to eat muffins.  The interns want Bailey to talk to Izzie about coming back to the hospital (and stop baking muffins) but Bailery is too mad at Izzie and everyone on the planet to do that.  Until the end, when Bailey learns a valuable life lesson from a kid impaled by a tree and tells Izzie she has to come back and stop baking because she's talented.

Alex is a dick and I barely knew he was in this episode, except when he banged a cancer patient because she wanted to experience life.  Well good for her.  Someone, please remind me what that actress has been in because for the life of me I can't recall or find her on imdb.

Christina is caught mounting Preston by his parents - Diahann Carroll and Shaft!  Diahann treats selfish Christina so badly and it just makes me so happy that I have the greatest mother-in-law ever.  But Shaft thinks she's cool. 

Addison spends the episode drunk as a skunk, and she's one of those drunks who is annoying but funny even though she's devasted, because she still makes funny faces.  In other words, she's my college roommate.  She's drunk because she's sad, and she's sad because she knows her marriage is over.  McDreamy confirms this by coming to her hotel room and announcing it, and that he feels SUPER bad about it.  But then he finds naked McSTEAMY in her room, and POOF!  No more remorse. 

Speaking of McDreamy, he's still all about Meredith.  But Meredith decides she wants to date him AND Finn.  This makes me feel good because for a second I was worried that she'd be all Kelly Taylor and tell them "I CHOOSE ME!"  F that.  For once, I actually approve of something Meredith has done.

But the best person in this week's episode was Callie, who claims the bulletin board panties in order to 1) save Meredith's ass AND 2) make George jealous.  Then Chief Webber finds her dancing in her hospital basement apartment and realizes she lives there.  He has to kick her out, so she goes to live with George.  And you know what?  I love Callie.  I don't care who knows it.  She's got a big heart, big hair and big hips and that makes her a lot like me.  XOXO CALLIE!

The question of the week:

Dana, did you ever have a patient impaled by a tree?

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September 26th, 2006 (06:53 am)

(Side note before I start: Sorry for the lack of posts.  I've been way too busy with work and walking and etc.  And it might be like this for a little while, so I'll post when I can in the mornings/evenings.)

This episode was... eh.  A bit disappointing.  It was flashbacks like crazy, and a co-worker had this as her very first episode of GA and was completely confused.

Meredith spent the episode making sandwiches, getting hit on by two foxy men who love her bony ass, and making me cry by comforting Izzie.

Chrstina spent the entire episode talking about shiva, comforting Izzie, and making me cry by crying with Burke.

Burke spent the entire episode in bed and mostly off-camera.  But I like that he's recuperating in his sexy party pajamas.

Izzie spent the entire episode on the bathroom floor, mourning Denny.  And everyone in here who has been drunk or sick  or overcome with something knows that sometimes, the bathroom floor feels REALLY good.  She made me cry by... well, I'm not over Denny either, frankly.

George spent the entire episode in quarantine with McDreamy because of an outbreak of the plague (the hell?).  He didn't make me cry - I can't anymore, because of his haircut.

McDreamy: see above.  He didn't make me cry but I did wonder a lot about what products he uses in his hair.

Bailey spent the entire episode feeling extremely guilty about Denny and then comforting that no-neck dude from The Practice.  Bailey made me cry by being "sad Bailey", which we don't see often but proves why she got an Emmy nomination.

Alex spent the entire episode having a buzz cut and feeling bad about an abandoned baby.  He didn't make me cry.

Addison spent the entire episode worrying about forementioned baby and secretly formulating an evil revenge plan because she totally found Meredith's underwear from when Mere and McDreamy "disappeared" in the season finale.  I feel bad for Addison, you guys.  She made me cry a bit in her flashback.

Callie spent the episode trying not to be a bitch to Meredith, cooking paella (yay!), giving advice to Finn, and loving George.

I spent the episode in our office, while Erik was on the computer saying "just because I'm in the room doesn't mean you can tell everyone on the blog that I watched Grey's Anatomy with you.  This show is stupid!"  (But towards the end, he totally DID watch because he started asking all these questions about the flashbacks.)  (HA!)

Thoughts?  Who else watched it?

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OUCH. (Warning: DIsgusting Post ahead)

September 18th, 2006 (08:46 am)

This weekend, I logged 35 miles in training.  That's 18 miles on Saturday (on Charlotte' "booty loop", a 3 mile section of hills and expensive houses in the Myers Park area), 16 miles on Sunday, and 1 mile in the neighborhood taking down all of the "Missing Cat" signs.  YES - that mile counts.

I'm worried about the 3-day because those 35 miles took it out of me.  My legs are throbbing below the knee (especially along the shin so I am VERY worried about shin splints).  And despite my shoes and Thor-los, I have some pretty disgusting blisters - including one on each pink toe that wraps OVER the top of the toe, so it's a front-to-back blister and I'm worried about my toenails popping off.

Advice, please?  I'm right on schedule with my training but did have to miss some sessions in the past two months due to other things (traveling, Fred, etc).  The blisters are also really bothering me.  How do I take care of these blisters, and how can I better prevent new ones from forming?

Athletes and Sports Pediatricians who just passed their boards... help!

In other news, it was a quiet weekend.  At least, it was until I got drunk dialed 3 times from the Pi Kapp reunion!  I got to speak to pretty much everyone up there and can now disprove the theory that drunk dialing happens only late at night/early in the morning.  Sometimes it happens at 4:45 in the afternoon!  Sounds like everyone had a blast up there.  I hate that I missed it, but I definitely hope to see everyone at the wedding.  Less than 7 weeks to go!

And because I know you all want to know, here's a Fred update.  He got a clean bill of health from the vet, which is a huge relief.  Holly is slowly coming out of hiding.  She's still freaked and won't let us pick her up or make any sudden movements, but she's slowly readjusting to not being the center of attention aymore.  When she does come out, I try and give her a lot of love and attention, and then leaving her be when she gets upset.  Luckily, Fred is as well.  He's now wearing a collar.  Did you know that pretty much all cat collars come with bells on them?  And that last night, Fred sat on the bed scratching his collar and ringing the bell about a foot from Erik's ear?  And that Erik did NOT sleep well last night?  Yeah, that bell needs to come off.  Now that the camera is back, I'll be taking pictures of the new slimmed-down Fred.  And since all the kissing and hugging is not bothering him at all, I have devised a new punishment for him.  Photographic evidence of this punishment to come soon.

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Home again, home again, jiggity jig

September 15th, 2006 (10:22 am)

Since Erik has the camera, I can't take pictures of Fred to show the world.  However, when I get home I am going to look through the FredCam pictures to find the series of photos from when he was captured in the trap.

Before Erik left yesterday, he was feeling confident that I would successfully get Fred on Thursday night.  I was hopeful.  Around 10-10:30, I set the trap with fresh food and headed for the bedroom.  At 1 am, my first alarm to check the trap went off.  No Fred.  At 3:30 am, my second alarm went off.  No Fred.  WAIT.  My sleepy eyes readjusted and saw a cat in the trap.  Outside, I saw that it was definitely, 100% Fred.  He didn't look pissed.  In fact, he looked like he was thinking "are you going to take me inside, or what?"

I carried the cage inside.  Now, the Humane Society recommends leaving the cat inside the cage until you get the cat to the vet.  I did not, for 3 reasons.  1) Those directions are for feral cats.  2) He looked so pitiful in there, I could not bring myself to do it.  3) It was 3:30 in the morning, I was tired and forgot.  Deal with it.

I let him out and he calmly walked out.  He immediately began sniffing the house all over and meowing at the top of his lungs.  At first, it seemed like he was meowing to be let back outside (which obviously was not going to happen).  But I think he was just meowing because he was freaked, and it's what he does when he gets freaked.

Then, the smell hit me.  Oh god, the smell.  He smells like the inside of an old garbage can.  His fur feels dirty.  My eyes started turning red.  Still, I picked him up and held him and loved him and kissed him and he couldn't do a damn thing about it.  The punishment has begun.  (Don't worry, I scrubbed myself clean afterwards).  What was weird was that not only did he not mind all the attention, he actually thrived on it.  It was the only thing to get him to stop meowing constantly, and he actually started purring.  Fred rarely purrs.  But he was a regular motorboat last night.

But what about Holly?  Was she excited to see her brother?  Hell no.  She backed away and hissed at him.  Of course, I wouldn't be eager to greet him with that smell, either.  Luckily, Fred was smart for once in his life and stayed away from his freaked-out sister.  Usually, when Holly gets upset, Fred chases after her to see what's wrong, which results in a catfight.  Not last night - Fred stayed far away and that was just fine with Holly.

Once I could tell that I wouldn't have to worry about them fighting, I decided to go back to bed.  Don't get me wrong - I was thrilled that we got him - but by then it was 4 in the morning, and I was about to fall asleep standing up.  This was not what Fred had in mind, though.  For the rest of the morning, he walked around listening to his constant MEOW MEOW MEOW echo off the walls... under the mattress... into my ear... into my other ear... directly into my face.  He refused to let me go to sleep - as if he thought that I should pay constant attention to him since we went to so much trouble to capture him.  So I stayed up, petting Fred (while breathing through my mouth) and then chasing after him when he walked away and started crying.  His sleep schedule is all messed up now, so mine had to get messed up too.

I tried to feed him more (he's so skinny, I'd find out later that he dropped between 3-4 pounds) and he did eat a bit, but he mostly wanted to explore.  This morning, he cried when I clipped his (horrendously long) nails but did not growl.  He let me pick him up without crying.  In fact, he didn't give off his high-pitched patchetic cry at all.  His cry is deeper and more forceful - I guess he matured a lot during his time on the street.  Now he's street smart!

He let me put him in the carrier without a fuss.  But as soon as it was closed, and he realized the carrier only meant one thing: VET'S OFFICE.  He cried out his long, drawn out cry that seems to involve every vocal coard, every nook and cranny of his larynx.  It sounded like he was crying "egg roll" -  eGG-rOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOGL.  I told him he wasn't in enough trouble that he'd be turned into Chinese food, but that didn't seem to calm him down.  I had no sympathy for him - HE was the one who stayed away from 3 weeks, who ran away from us so many times, and who spent his rumspringa in a sewer.  It's his own damn fault.

He's at the vet now.  Everyone there was so impressed that he came home (until I admitted that we had to use a humane trap).  Wile at the vet, he will be checked for injuries, worms, feline leukemia, feline immunodeficiency virus (FIV) and more, as well as bathed.  A lot.  He'll also be given a microchip.  During this torture, I'll be getting him and his sister new collars and tags.

Thank you, thank you, thank you to everyone for their support and well wishes, and indulging in the FredWatch.  On Monday, I'll be returning the humane trap to the Humane Society with the reward money I set aside.  We may never have been reunited with Fred if it had not been for the Humane Society, so they deserve the reward as a donation.  For more information on the Charlotte Humane Society, please visit their site. 

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