I’m Super Duper Stylish

… At least according to Erica. She nominated me  as a Kreativ Blogger (or something like that). Rica, or “Rich and Tasty” as we like to call her is awesome.  seriously, awesome.

Anyway, I figured this is fairly harmless and I don’t feel like I have to be “better than doing a tag” and I haven’t posted in a little bit and I’m running into roadblocks with the post I was planning on posting today, so I’m doing it.

1. Copy the pretty picture and post it on your blog. (coming soon.) - I don’t know if this is supposed to be a picture of me, or a picture of the award?
2. Thank the wonderful person that nominated you and link their blog.
3. Write 7 things about yourself we don’t know.

1. I hiccup every day. A minimum of maybe three non-consecutive-independent hiccups.

2. When my baby teeth came in, two of them were venus teeth.  At least I thought they were called venus teeth till I Googled it just now.  Now I think I had fused teeth. (click on the picture to make it bigger so you can see my deformity)

Cool, eh?  Oh, and I was one stinkin’ cute kid.

3. I just spilled water all over my desk.  Bet none of you knew that, did ya?

4. I am obsessed with Q-tips.  I must use them in my ears at least twice daily. And I have perfected my technique.

5.  I was a lifeguard and taught swimming lessons in high school.  Best. Summer job. Ever.

6. I’ve run two half marathons, but the thought of running a full marathon scares me to death.

7.  When I was around three, I put super glue in my eye thinking it was eye drops.  I don’t know what three-year old would want super glue in their eye, but I did it and that is that.  Maybe that’s why I’m like, super blind these days?  OH!  And speaking of, about three weeks ago I put hydrogen peroxide in my eye.  Never do that, mkay?

I, Cambria Ann, nominate:
Lindsay- my new favorite blog to read
Michelle- I want to be her shadow and follow her around all day
Sigrid- She’s just down right crazy and needs to update her blog, so maybe this will be a little motivation

can’t. stop. laughing.

Thank you, My Live is Average.  You are pricelessly (pretty sure I just made that word up) funny to a girl who got three hours of sleep last night.  Honestly, you’re more than likely funny to all girls and boys regardless of how much sleep they got last night… but for me, it’s too early to tell.  I’ll get back with you after I read you with a full nights’ sleep (of eight hours).  But for now, thank you.

just to get away

 

 

I took this picture as I flew over Canada on my way home from Asia this past August.  Ohhhh how I wish I was on a plane at this moment going somewhere I’ve never been… just to get away.

abs of steel

I’ve been sneaking into Aubrey’s gym with her for the past couple weeks.  I usually run on the treadmill but the other night my brother Mike came with us and he helped me bench press.  I can bench press 80 pounds.  Probably more impressive is that I can leg press 380 pounds (probably more but that’s as high as the machine would go).

Sorry, I got distracted from my original story.  This gym that I sneak into is a 24 hour gym and when we go late at night, we are generally there alone.  Last night I did my run and decided I wanted to work my arms a bit. So I did.  Then I saw the shiny ab machine. I was calling to me to use it. I couldn’t resist.  I sat in it, tucked my feet behind the big cushioned foot bar, grabbed the handles above my head and simultaneously  pull down with my arms and pulled up with my legs.  The whole contraption moved, including my seat and next thing I knew I was folded like a taco with  my nose between my knees.  I started laughing uncontrollably and tried to unfold myself.  I failed.  I started laughing even harder and yelled to Aubrey for assistance.  I couldn’t see her, but I know the instant she saw me because she exploded in hysterics.  She asked me what I was doing and I informed her that the ab machine had a death grip on me and I was stuck.  She help me out with what seemed like no effort and I jumped away from that blasted ab machine.

I guess the joke is on the ab machine cause I laughed so hard my abs were sore.  BUT, this isn’t over yet… I will one day master the ab machine.

I’ve gone bananas

Yesterday was the most adorable two-year old in the worlds’ birthday.  I wanted to do something special for this two-year old, so I decided to sew him a monkey.  I saw the pattern at work and couldn’t stop thinking about it!  Let’s just say it was a little difficult for my skill level… wait till you see how small his face is!  I’m super pleased with how he turned out, though.  I have enough fabric for another monkey… if I dare.

 

musings of a Friday morning

I have a bit of a congloberation of blogging thoughts today, so I’m going to touch on a little snippit of each of them.

• I work at a hospital.  At this hospital I job share with Becki who I love and adore.  Becki and I are in charge of the Cultural Awareness Committee at this hospital, but let’s be honest here, Becki really does it all.  And she rocks at it, too.  On Monday of this week, Becki sent out a mass email about a speaker we are hosting next week.  (Becki and I are one of the select few that have rights to email everyone all at once.  It is a prized and coveted privilege, and I try to approach that privilege professionally… Do you know how intimidating it is to email 3,000 people- including upper management- with the click of one button?  Terrifying.)  SO, the Nurse Educator on labor and delivery called me on Tuesday and said “That email Becki sent yesterday, the attachment had a mistake in it.”  I told her I would fix it.  And I did.  I resent the email with a disclaimer to the correction which was: ”Wednesday, November 12th and not Wednesday, November 11th.”  In the next five minutes I received about 20 emails full of confusion in response.  I checked it.  Oh crap, Wednesday is the 11th.  SO, I send one more correction apologizing and correcting the date once again, this time it read “Wednesday, November 11th.”   It wasn’t until two hours later that I realized, “Wednesday, November 11th” is how the email read originally.  I was supposed to correct the attachment Becki sent to that one Educator, not the mass email.  Sorry, 3,000 employees including uppper management for my blond-ness.  I’m now fearing they will take my coveted email privileges away.
• Last night was Megan’s bridal shower thrown by Erica S. and Michelle A.  Michelle A. made us CD’s and I’m loving it at work today.  I mean LOVING it.  Here is the track list… I was going to include just a few but I couldn’t narrow it down so you get all of them. You will thank me for it.  abc, jackson five; all you need is love, the beatles; at last, etta james;  day too soon, sia; divide me, kalai; how sweet it is, james taylor; i feel the earth move, carole king; i walk the line, johnny cash; i was made for you, she & him; lover, devendra banhart; my girl, otis redding; oh boy!, buddy holly; real love, regina spektor, such great heights, iron & wine; sweet darlin’, she & him; til kingdom come, coldplay; you and i, ingrid michaelson; you are the best thing, ray lamontagne. 
• This morning my mom called and asked for my Social Security Number. Naturally, I hesitated.  I can’t go around giving that number to just anybody! I inquired of her why she might need that number.  She responded that I am the main beneficiary if she dies; in which case I would be a very rich girl. I gladly and promptly recited my number for her and  asked her what her ETA to heaven was.  She instructed me that when that time comes, I am to divide the money equally between my brothers and I.  But, she also told me I could keep it all if I have more kids than everyone else.  And if one of my bro’s is rich like my Uncle Mark, they don’t get any of it.  Awesome.
• My co-workers are a full of naughty influence.  Usually we order out for lunch on Friday’s, but today was the appetizer bar in the hospital cafe.  Thusly my lunch is consisting of three mozzarella sticks, one battered mushroom, two cheese tots, nine battered green beans, four chicken cordon bleu balls and three mini chicken quesadillas.  All were deep-fried with the exception of the quesadillas.  I’m dipping everything in marinara sauce or ranch… or both. UGH.
• Tonight Beau starts hockey again!  This go-around they are Team Arby’s.  (I’m gonna try really hard to cheer for Arby’s… really hard)

*Editor’s note… I just noticed that one part of my post up there says “bleu balls” and that’s funny.  Wildly inappropriate, but funny.

What’s cookin’ good lookin’?

This made me happy today. I found it here but I don’t know where they found it.

Cute as a bug.

I hope you all had a Buggy Halloween!

 

{photography} week six

This was our last week!!   Our last assignment was to play with metering, and if we were brave, to shoot a picture in manual mode.  Here’s my shots for this week’s class:

What’s better than Retail Therapy?

Retail Therapy at 50% off.  It’s been a down-right crummy week in the life of Cambria and I can think of no better way to turn it around then seven new pairs of shoes, two new scarves, two new belts, a fantastic necklace and some standard hoop earrings.  All at 50% off.  If you missed this yesterday, I’m sorry.  I owe my last minute shopping binge all to this fabulous girl. Thanks Lindsay!  Oh, and thanks Oprah, as well.

Current NFS:

1985, by Crash Kings

*I just discoverd Crash Kings on Wednesday night.  They opened for The Bravery and dare I say, I loved them more then The Bravery!  Aub and I chatted them up after the show to get their album and they’re pretty stand-up dudes, too.  Check them out.