My Date

So last night I wrote this really long blog and just as I was ending it the entire thing disappeared right before my eyes and I was left with the title and a single "t" with my cursor blinking right after it. So before I threw my computer through the wall I just determined that God wanted me to go to bed.
Chris and I went to see Pirates II. He thought that the movie was amazing and to give my honest opinion, the special effects were awsome. The acting was great. The only thing that I didn't like was that from the beginning to the end of the movie (almost three hours) the plot moved about 3 centimeters. You guys may watch and completely disagree, but I just liked the first one much better in terms of a story line. After everyone watches it (who wants to see it) maybe then I can give you why I didn't like the plot of the movie very much. Ok I am going to give it anyway and whoever doesn't want to know can quit reading until the next paragraph... Basically the characters are no better off by the end of the movie than they were at the beginning. A movie that long should develop the character (even if it is painfully slow) and by the end their situation should have at least moved to a different place than it was before. They go through all of this mess and by the end. Elizabeth and Will still aren't married, the villian is still not dead, and Jack Sparrow is no longer part of what is going on because they make it to appear that he is dead. (which I doubt he is because Chris says that he is in the next one.) and now the villian from the previous movie is back... Putting them back how much time because they can't seem to actually kill someone for REAL! Ok I have given my opinion and I am sure that every Johnny Depp fan and every movie critic hates my guts and you guys will probably watch it and have no clue what I meant.
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After the movie we went to get my blood work done in Bowling Green. We waited over an hour because there was one nurse available. I saw the nurse and my stomach dropped... I didn't recognize her. People in my family do not give blood. Plasma, or anything that involves needles, because my mother gave us very deep veins that dive, move and roll. It is very rare that nurses can find a vein the first time that they stick us. (They have to get blood out of my mom's feet.) So I told the woman that people who take my blood never get it in my arms and they always use the veins that pop up slightly by my fingers, and they use and actual syring (however you spell it.) looking thing, not a butterfly needle because those do not work for me. She would not listen to me. She kept looking in my arms. Finding nothing because I told her she wouldn't. than when she stuck my hands she used a butterfly needle which she kept wiggling all over the place. Telling me that she could feel my veins move but. just. couldn't. seem. to get. the. needle. in. them. I have never wanted to hit someone so bad. I told her to use the vein by my fingers and she insisted that those roll worse than the ones by the wrist and I told her to not use the butterfly needle and she told me that those were meant for diving veins... Whatever. By this time I am balling like a baby and Chris is looking behind the curtain sticking out his bottom lip an giving me the thumbs up. Finally after traumatizing me the stupid woman told me that I would have to go wait at the hospital for someone else to do it, because she wasn't able to get a vein or a drop of blood from me. (Except where she wiggled the damn needles all up and down my hands, which was bleeding quite nicely.) Sorry I cussed guys. I was just so frustrated. With as much blood as I have had to get taken this year with my surgeries and now with my thyroid, you would think that this woman would actually listen to me on how my body works and what every other nurse has to do to get blood out of me, but it was like she wouldn't listen to a freaking word that I said. Ok done venting. Thank you all for listening the the longest witch session ever. I have decided to copy off of Erica and Danielle and start listing things to be thankful for that way I can think about them and also so that people do know that I don't just whine about everything in my life.
Things that I am happy about:
A fixed car, That Chris' parents fixed for us.
getting to check out Johnny Depp and Orlando Bloom for three hours.
That not all of men like women as skinny as Kiera Knightly (Her waist was 18 inches for scenes in the movie.)
That Chris and I got to spend time together doing something that we both like.
That I didn't erase all of this blog as I was finishing it..:)