I am all sorts of crushed right now...

I got the news from my mom just now, that my beautiful, sweet, 10 year old pure bred Labrador, Angel, is being put down today... ='(

She was born with many problems, such as hypothyroidism, diabetes, arthritis AND hip dysplasia, and lived a very full and good life with my family. Despite her problems, she always seemed like the happiest dog. As of this past week, suddenly, she can no longer walk or go to the bathroom on her own, because she goes all over her self. She is slowly degenerating & dying. My parents have already spent over $1000 this week alone on treatment, and the doctor said because she cannot take her steroids that she needs for the arthritis and dysplasia, which would help her to walk, because it counter acts her insulin, which will kill her if does not take, and the surgery to fix the damage that diabetes has done to her legs would cost around $4000 and would not guarantee anything. So my puppy has just now passed away, on a table in LA.... I love you my sweet girl...

Now, I just got off the phone with my dad, and hearing my 67 year old father cry in front of everyone at the vet office, to me over the phone, was by far the most heartbreaking part of all this. Angel was one of his best friends, and he is having the hardest time dealing with it because he knew how happy she was...

He told me that as he kissed her goodbye on the euthanasia table just moments ago, she kissed him back and wagged her tail in excitement. How's that for difficult?

R.I.P my sweet, sweet girl, and Mommy and Daddy. I love you. Heaven, take care of my sweet girl Angel.  :'(

*tears*

You know what guys, hear me out on this okay, I just really need to vent a pet peeve of mine, seriously... Do you know what REALLY gets me going, is those fucking commercials for tampons or maxi pads and in everyone of them there's SOME fucking girl wearing all white, doing fucking contortionist shit, fucking jumping over flowers, and spinning with some fucking WHITE cloth...spreading her legs, in god awful positions! Showing us that, "NO. DO YOU SEE ANY FUCKING BLOOD ON MY ALL WHITE CROTCH??! NOPE! BECAUSE I WEAR SUCH AND SUCH BRAND TAMPONS!" Give me a fucking break, there is nothing pure, beautiful or innocent about having a freaking bloody period! Stop trying to make it look that way. These commercials leave a bad taste in my mouth...AND I'M A WOMAN! ...Thanks.../END RANT

In light of the fact that lately, I have been reminded of this, more often than not, I thought I would share that I am really entertained by the fact that most often, I get complimented because of the fact that I apparently look like a young Barbra Streisand or a young Sarah Jessica Parker. Now on one hand, SJP has incredible style and a really quirky-charming beauty about her, but on the other hand, both women are most well loved for their very strange "I can't really pin point what it is" beauty, almost awkward, and not to mention their generous sized noses. For that I suppose I am proud that others can relate me to both women. They have a very nontraditional type of beauty. So I'm going to stop slightly cringing when people give me that compliment from now on...

Hello fellow iPod generation friends!

I must admit I am a little bit behind with my 20GB iPod from like 7 years ago. Yes that is all it is, an iPod, for music, and music only. I must admit that due to it's dinosaur-like appearance, though in perfect working order, I have refrained from removing it from my desk in months, perhaps a few years, other than to move it from apartment to apartment. I virtually do not use it. I need something more.............

My birthday is around the corner and mom and dad are giving me the offer of an iPod Touch, and though almost completely convinced that I not only want one, but I also need one, I need more convincing to be absolutely sure, since I have never touched one. That is where you cats come in......

Friends, if you will, please take your time below to fill out a sentence or two on WHY I should get an iPod Touch (if you know a thing or two about them), as opposed to an iPhone, because frankly, I am happy with my cell phone service, and also cannot currently afford the monthly bill and iPhone drags behind it. I know they are very similar other than the phone and camera part of it and I just want to know how happy you all are (those of you with one) with your iPod Touch?

Let me know before I drop 3 hundo on one haha, and thank you! ;D

An Ode to Wasting My Time... (and probably making most of you laugh)...


I'm sure as all of us go through the rough interviewing process, we run into scenarios much like the dreaded cattle-call. If you haven't yet, you probably will, and for those of you who have no idea what I'm talking about, the "cattle-call" is an interview where a lot of candidates show up at the same time, unknowingly, and are competing for the same job position, which is usually pretty bogus to begin with, and for that exact reason, the company needs 25 people at once to interview, because they know at least 24 if not all 25 will probably walk out. Cattle-call, also known as the dreaded WASTE OF MY TIME...

Today was probably the funniest of all potential cattle-call interviews I've yet to encounter. I  emphasize the word potential, because I probably walked out of the business faster than I walked in.

This morning I was heading over to a busy "family practice" to meet with "Kim" for my 10 AM interview for a full time "Medical Assisting" position. I knew I was cutting it close because I had to drop by my school to pick up a letter of completion for my course, as it was requested by Kim in order to interview, and I don't receive my MA diploma until this Friday. Cutting it close to arriving at 10 AM only got me even more prepared and pumped up to ace an interview at this busy doctor's office.

My excitement was abruptly cut short as I pulled into the plaza, only to find my destination's address stamped firmly on the side of a TINY diet center smashed in between a mini mart and a doughnut shop. >RED FLAG #1. As I walked into the center, there was a small crowd of approximately 12 people already waiting, "dressed to impress", though not really by any means, holding portfolios, packets etc, all looking rather weary. >RED FLAG #2. I looked around the 6 x 12 foot waiting room and spotted a tiny make shift desk in the corner, with the suited black gentleman, Phillip Broyles from the tv show "Fringe", who never, ever, smiles, running it. I told him who I was there to see, and he didn't even ask my name or reason, and abruptly told me to take a seat. He looked exceedingly unhappy this fine morning. >RED FLAG #3. The room was white, rather dank and dirty looking, with ONE empty white door to God knows where, with Spanish gospel fliers sitting on a 2 x 2 foot table in the corner of the room, and some papers on men's nutrition that said absolutely NOTHING about men's nutrition. Oh and did I mention that they didn't have air conditioning, so it was a toasty, and humid 85+ degrees in there. >RED FLAG #4.  As I sat down and waited, and 10:08 AM rolled around, no "Kim" in site. With 12 others before me, at that very moment, I realized 3 things: First, and most obviously, this was ANYTHING but a medical office for a legitimate, respectable MA position, about the only thing looking remotely medical was a tacky decal on the outside of the window that read, "We do vitamin B-12 shots here!". Second, I would be waiting for all 12 of these people to interview before me and be there until 1 PM today, or later; and/or Third, all 13 of us would be walking in to meet "Kim" at the same time for our long awaited "cattle-call, waste of MY time, 'we're going to tell you a whole lot of bullshit about this company, that won't actually happen to you, so that you probably still wouldn't want to work here if it was the last place on earth'" interview. I made small talk with a woman next to me, and then excused myself (not really), picked up my bag and portfolio, and walked out of the place like a burning bat out of hell. I considered MOO'ing on my way out just for added effect, to see if anyone else would get the hint and follow, but chose tact and discretion instead, as I laughed to myself all the way back to my car, parked out in front of the doughnut shop. If I hadn't  already have eaten a stale bear claw from 7-11 this morning, I would have had half a mind to grab a bite to eat at the doughnut shop, but I was pretty much ready to get as far away from that place as possible, in as little time as possible, and if I might just add, I DID.

Now I am going to end this blog as abruptly as I ended that interview this morning, and leave by asking all of you, Do I send a Thank You follow-up card  for their time?.....JUUUSSST KIDDING!


xx Lynz

These are three men I have listened to for years on the radio and loved, they all happen to be on KFI AM 640, one of them used to be on 97.1 FREE FM before it went off the air...

BILL HANDEL- with HANDEL ON THE NEWS, offering "Marginal Legal Advice" every morning on KFI AM 640.



Weekdays, 5-9 AM, and 12-2 PM

http://www.myspace.com/billhandel

TIM CONWAY JR. - of the TIM CONWAY JR SHOW, on KFI AM 640, formerly of the Conway & Whitman show on 97.1 FREE FM.



Weekdays, 4-7 PM

http://www.myspace.com/410438686

and GEORGE NOORY  - of Coast To Coast AM, the overnight show.



Sunday-Thursday 10 PM-5 AM
Friday-Saturday 10 PM-6 AM

http://www.myspace.com/c2cam

Please tune your radio to KFI AM 640 and enlighten and amuse yourself! These guys are sure to keep you informed while also keeping you entertained. It's the only radio station I tune in to! I've been a listener of this station since I was about 8 years old, ya gotta trust me on this guys! :)

KFI AM 640 - More stimulating talk radio.

I finished medical school today (well the class end of it, I still have 1 more month in the field) and I couldn't be more excited! Most of you already know this because I can't stop blabbing about it lol, but I just wanted to have it on record somewhere on here. Externship begins Monday, graduation ceremony in October, like a sweet little birthday gift to myself, and I'm looking so forward to my new career! Okay, I'm gonna be totally cheesy right now, but anyway....GOOOO ME! =D

xx Lynz

Well the time is almost here, with just 2 and a half weeks left of college classes, I have put together my portfolio of achievements, and I have now found and secured my medical externship at an Urgent Care office, which I begin in August, and which will be my final month before I can be considered a college graduate. It all really began to hit me today, as I went out shopping for my work clothes, which of course consists of a few new pairs of stylish scrubs, a lab coat, and a very nice new stethoscope...just for starts! It has all really come so quickly for me, and all of my hard work has truly added up. I am proud of myself, though I could never expect anything less of myself either. I am proud to be graduating among the top in my class, and I am excited for the new learning experience that awaits me out in the field. You can only learn so much in school, but the real test and learning experience comes from within the medical office, beside a doctor, and with real people who truly need my care and assistance, and I truly cannot wait. Nerves and excitement have really began to creep up on me and I just know that all this time I have spent in school has already began showing me it's many rewards. With a most special thank you to the constant love and and support of my boyfriend Joe, and my family, the time is almost here, and I am ready.

I GRADUATE COLLEGE IN 3 MONTHS!!!!!!!!!!!! ;D

Hello friends, I wanted to share something that is not of my own words, but is a beautiful and true account in the life of my pure-hearted, and beautiful friend April, in hopes that you will find it as inspiring as I did. She was kind enough to take the time and write to me her story, and I thought, how can I let something this beautiful and moving sit only in this head of mine, I want it in all of yours too. :)


April wrote:


"I can taste the saliva running down my throat as I write this. Last year
while waiting in the WELFARE office here in New Jersey, I looked up and
saw this woman from Guatemala. Her eyes had hit an all time low. I felt
her pain in my chest. I got up and sat right next to her and asked her if she was ok. Her tears ran down her face as her friend that was helping her explained that her husband had brought her over to the US with her two daughters. One was ten and the other seven. He had cheated with another woman and left her and her daughters here. She didn't have any family or friends to help her out. At the time I had just entered my journey with angels. I talked to her about them and about God. At the end of our conversation I felt a peace within her. That Sunday I went to the Spanish mass for the first time and little did I know that she would be sitting with me. She told me how they were processing her claim. As I sat there something moved and shifted. I had just gotten more than enough of my "GOVERNMENT HELP" aka food stamps and I thought I should buy her some food after church. I thought I'd give her at least seventy or so. We went after and I spent close to one hundred dollars. Who cares...she and her daughters were more than happy that there was going to be food on the table.

The following week I had gone to LA for some rethinking of my life here
in New Jersey. Ok...some hard times here and time to do a little readjusting. Some of you know and if you don't...well let me know and I
will tell you...I got cut off from that government help as soon as I
stepped into Cali. Anyway when I came back I didn't go back to church
right away. I think it took me a good four or five months. When I did it was an English one which I didn't really relate to. The following week I went back to the Spanish one where I was reunited with that family. They were more than excited and thanked me for helping them out the last time I saw them. The mother said she thought I was an angel and wondered why I disappeared from the church.

Let me just say being called an angel is very special to me. I try my
hardest to be the best I could. I don't have much to give, but anything
I have I will give.

Oh my mind is just soo unorganized right now. My mind is set on manic. My emotions jump and hop..

Already this family has become my family. I give them rides to the market, rides to pick up food from the church that they give away...anything...The young girls have become my nieces. They are soo
pure and innocent. They bring so much love into Violet Skyy and my heart.

I noticed how blessed they are. They are making it one way or another.
Women from church give her bags of clothes for her girls to wear. Some
of the clothes are stained but these girls wear them anyway.

Last week as I pulled in to drop her off we were greeted by another woman who had brought her girls an old gaming system for her girls.

Where's these rich people? Why can't I be one of them? I would love to
shower them with fresh new clothes, food, everyday things..Ugh...

In the end they are made of pure love. They don't ask for much. In fact
they don't ask for anything at all. The mother doesn't even know how to
read or write yet she just stared a new job picking fruit from the
fields.

Our conversations are mostly about God. She's blessed me with her holy
waters and prayers that I've never heard of. She's in a happy place right now. She gives me inspiration to live this life even if you're penniless. Which I thank God I have not much but some.

I'm glad I can sit with her at the park while our girls play.

It feels soo good to help others any little way we can. It makes a HUGE
difference to them. Even if it's a ride so they don't have to carry ten bags home.

It's too bad that others don't see it like that. Seriously...THAT is what breaks my heart....

Anyway I am sorry if this post is all over the place it's just that..I can't control my emotions tonight. I wish I could give soo much
more............................."


Maybe we can all take a little piece of her from this story and remember what it is to be kind to one another, because in the end, in any country, emotions, living, survival and love all translate into one universal language, one many of us today are still trying to learn.

That is all, thanks for reading. :)

xx Lynz

I can't believe I am almost HALF way to my graduation from med school, I am getting anxious and even a little nervous about landing an externship in my 7th month, but the days go by with ease and enjoyment, and I am doing well in my studies.

Want to see something fun? A photo of a normal day in my class lab, getting and giving lots and lots of injections and blood draws. I had 7 today and gave 6. ...You know you want to enroll just for this! ;)

I am a very firm believer in the practical aspects of the personality and life style aspects and noted traits of our astrological signs, I being the mighty SCORPIO. I decided to write today on who I believe I am, in my own words, with a bit of information I have gathered about myself and the nature of a Scorpio, along the way.

What all Scorpios have in common is the intensity of feeling. Emotion not only rules, but it characterizes who we are. I am passionate in love, and passionate about everything in which I become involved: Work, relationships, hobbies and causes. I am an individual painted in vivid colors, as there is no such thing as a pastel Scorpio or a pastel Lindsay.

 In the nature of a Scorpio, I am subject to obsessive drives which can be resistant to reason, and though at times, can be reluctant to trust someone with the vital part of me, being my heart, but once I do, I love deeply and  truly. Though I do not often like to recognize this aspect of the Scorpion, we are fierce competitors who file away pieces of information, facts and names, and don't hesitate to use what we know if the occasion arises.

I am deeply loyal to friends and loved ones, with me it is usually all or nothing at all. In a Scorpio, it is said that moderation and restraint are not in our vocabulary when it comes to things we are passionate about. I will never ever forget an act of kindness and will try to repay it, handsomely.

I have a philosophical turn of mind and am susceptible to becoming interested in religion and the occult. My sixth sense enables me to at many times predict things before they happen, just based on a feeling inside of me, NOT to be confused with assumption, though I do admit it, that I unintentionally fall victim to being assumptuous at times. I consider myself blessed with a native understanding of the human heart and a great awareness of life's secrets. I read that all water signs tend to be psychic, but that myself, the Scorpion tend to delve into the powers of the mind that others are afraid of.

I am the sign of Birth, Sex, Death and Regeneration.

I have been made self aware that the complexity of my mind makes it difficult for me to only "skim the surface"; I must uncover what lies beneath. No matter what the task my mind is assigned, there is a quality of penetration in the way that my mind works.

Furthermore, the key to WHO I am is Intensity. I am magnetic, emotional and at times capable of exerting tremendous force. My strength is hidden in the depths, below where most people attempt to or even care to look.

I have taken the time to observe myself on a different level today in order to write this out in my own words, because I believe it is extremely important to be self aware of who you are and where the roots of your foundation lie. It is absolutely imperative in order to live a full and meaningful life, one without regret, confusion or the feeling that you were never truly You.

Thanks for reading this, to anyone who took the time to. I am just having a very thoughtful day, and it feels nice.

xx Lynz