Monday, January 24, 2011

I'm a Real, Live, EMPLOYED Nurse!

Truth be told, it happened. On January 24th at 2:24pm, I received a phone call from a 310 (LA area code). Once again, I tried not to get too excited, telling myself it was much too early to hear from Cedars, and that it was probably just someone calling to get a shift covered from Anthropologie or something. Yet, I was delighted to be wrong when I wast told that Rita Lowen from Cedars Sinai Medical center had decided to drop me a line. She verified that I was a Bachelors prepared nurse, had my CA nursing license, and was current on my CPR certification. Then, she offered me the position! No brainer...I accepted, I mean...it's my dream job. I guess dreams do come true outside of Disney Land. So...what is this dream job? It's not only a big girl job with benefits, fabulous pay, and a renowned medical center, but it's an opportunity to gain excellent training and eventually wind up in Labor and Delivery. I'll be working on Med/Surg for three months and then, as long as everything goes according to plan, move to Labor and Delivery. I'll be starting in two weeks, February 7th.


This happening is more than chance. It's a miracle to me. Here's the whole story (I apologize about the detail - feel free to skim). It's personal, but I must give credit where it's due.

This story started a while ago. Before we left for LA, my father gave me a priesthood blessing. In the blessing I was told that I would have to wait for employment, but to rely on the Lord. At that time, it came as sort of a blow. You see, I get my heart set on these plans I have, and at times forget, that my Heavenly Father has His own set of plans, better ones. I had thought that after moving here to LA, within a month or two, I'd be working as a nurse, doing what I love and able to provide for Matt and I. I had made a plan, but didn't plan to be surprised.

I had contacted Cedars-Sinai's Nurse Recruitment in September and again in October, shortly after we arrived in LA. They told me they didn't know anything definite about hosting a new grad program, and I should call back at the end of December. To be honest, I kind of wrote it off as an option.

Lots of time passed, and what was only a few months seemed like years. I'll be honest, I got very discouraged and began feeling useless. I had spent too much of my life basing my self esteem on success, or being good at something....success in school (grades, scholarships, etc.), or other stuff (dance, running). Essentially, I was using external accomplishments to validate myself...bad idea. I couldn't find a job, I was sick of running, and there was no such thing as a scholarship for life. I had to rely solely on my knowledge that I was worth something to my Heavenly Father, husband, and family, until I began to believe it myself. I was stubborn. Having a change of heart or mind isn't easy...I had to be humbled. And I was.

We prayed. We fasted. I began attending the temple regularly, and loving it. I began studying my scriptures. I figured I couldn't expect help unless I was doing all I could possibly do. I guess I expected something to happen overnight. I applied for a Nurse Residency at UCLA, and after a robotic phone interview, never heard a thing. My options became more limited when Huntington Hospital who was suppose to host a new grad PROGRAM posted ONE position, and White Memorial did not post one at all. I started to panic. My faith wasn't as strong as I had hoped it was. I was discouraged, and relied on the faith of others.

Matt and I spent Christmas with our Balle Family. I had a little break down and realized I had become a grumpy, bitter old hag. I had to be happy...no strings attached. Regardless of what my circumstances may be, I needed to be happy. So, I woke up. I decided I was worth something. I decided to be happy. Life is meant to be lived in happiness.

My family fasted...We continued to pray...and one day I had a little prompting.
December 30th, while once again following up with UCLA, I noticed a little "post-it" note in my job hunting book. It was under Cedars-Sinai Medical Center and read simply, "Call back in December." I thought to myself, why not, and dialed their number. Britney answered, and told me she did have some information concerning the new grad program. They were indeed hosting one, a large cohort I might add, and the application was currently available. She gave me the job number. I applied following our phone call. At the time, I had no idea that the posting closed that night. My application was the last to be reviewed.

My father gave me another priesthood blessing. I was told that there would be an opportunity for me to pursue my career. I kept thinking about Cedar's, wondering if it could possibly be this opportunity. Since the blessing, I have been filled with peace.

January 10th, 2011. At 2:01pm, Eileen called. We had a delightful phone interview, right then and there. It was candid, but I felt good about it. I continued to feel the peace brought by the spirit.

January 11th, 2011. I checked my email probably every 10minutes, hoping to receive an invitation for an interview.

January 12th, 2011. I was working. Matt checked my email probably every 10 minutes while studying :) (okay, maybe like every hour.) I called him on my break. He refreshed his email one more time, and lo and behold, there was my interview invitation. It had arrived just seconds before I called. We were elated. I silently thanked my Heavenly Father.

I began compiling my portfolio. Cedars wanted certain paperwork compiled in a certain order, in a certain folder. I couldn't find the folder at Staples, Office Max, or Office Depot, so I ordered it online and hoped it would arrive before my interview. Magically it did, and on a holiday!

January 16th, 2011. Practice drive to Cedars. We took a Sunday morning joy ride for me to make sure I knew exactly where I was going and to assess possible traffic situations :)

January 18th, 2011. I got writers block. I usually love to write. Yet, there was my mom, coaching me on the phone. My friend Nikki helped me polish my resume, cover letter, references, etc. Matt stayed up with me, sitting beside me at the computer. He gave me a priesthood blessing, and I again felt the peace and comfort I needed.

January 19th, 2011. Interview Day. So it was time to dance with destiny. I miraculously found a parking place after driving around an overly crowded lot. I checked in, along with my fellow 132 fellow applicants. I waited. I waited. I waited. Finally, the nurse recruiter held up my portfolio and said, Michael...La..... And that was all. Of course it was me :)

I was introduced to my interviewer, the director of medical, surgical, and rehab nursing (the floors where the residency takes place). The interview went well. There were questions about medication administration, case studies, conflict resolution, customer service in a hospital setting, etc. Throughout the interview, I continued to feel the peace of the spirit. My interviewer told me she'd love to have me on her surgical unit and could tell I had great customer/patient service skills. She gave me her card and wrote down my name. Additionally, she went out of her way, after my interview and introduced me to the labor and delivery nurse manager. I couldn't have been happier.

And we're back...January 24th, 2011. Job offer. I am so humbled and grateful for this opportunity to care for my Heavenly Father's children. I will continue to strive to learn the Healer's art. I know He loves each of us and knows each of us - our hearts, our desires - and that He cares. I know that this opportunity is an answer to prayers. It's too perfect to be mere chance. Fasting works. Priesthood blessings are real. I have come to rely more on my Father in Heaven, and have chosen to be happy...no strings attached.

Sunday, January 23, 2011

There's No Place Like Home for the Holidays!

Chapter 1.
Wouldn't it be nice if you could just click your heels together three times while saying, "There's no place like home. There's no place like home" and magically end up where you wanted to be: Home.
As Matt and I sat, waiting for our delayed flight at LAX, I kept wishing I could pull a Dorthy, bypass the delays, and just be home.


We finally made it. Around 10pm we landed and were greeted by the fam, including our newest potential member, Sean Sweeney, a chap I have been dying to meet (photographed below on the far right). When my closest, wittiest, funniest, beautifulest, and ONLY sister is dating someone of significance, I find it my responsibility to conduct a thorough investigation. You know, the usual things...not a sex offender, enjoys a steak, meshes well with the fam, no DUIs, behaves like a gentlemen, knows how to cook more than Mac & Cheese, cherishes the said sister, has meaningful life goals, is willing to try skiing, etc. I am happy to report that by carefully examining weekly/daily verbal reports from Tara and by my personal assessment, Sean Sweeney is hereby deemed a suitable suitor. Approval Granted.


After a warm welcome, we met up with Matt's sister Stacy and enjoyed a delicious home-cooked meal. Now, there's something very special about this meal. It was made by parents, for Matt and Me! We didn't even have to cook it. What a gift!

Chapter 2.
Sunday Morning, after Matt took Stacy to the airport, we saw David Archuleta perform with the Mormon Tabernacle Choir. I am now a David Archuleta fan - That boy's got some pipes! The performance was totally worth getting soaked while waiting in the rain.

It was a fabulous experience with the fam. Plus, it was the first time I'd seen Grandma Balle in at least three months...I literally plowed down the isle to hug her!
As an additional bonus, look who sat only 3 rows in front of us...

Yep. The Prophet.

Matt and I made a mad dash from the concert strait to Bluffdale, UT where my dear friend, roomate, and adopted sister was speaking following her mission. I'm sad to report that we didn't quite make it in time. Try as we did, we ended up arriving just in time to sing a hymn and listen to the second speaker...tragic. Alas, I did get to catch up with her while enjoying a wonderful Anderson family meal following sacrament meeting.
However, the marathon day was not over. Matt and I then jetted back up to Bountiful to celebrate Tara's 20th birthday. That's what I miss most about being home...family dinners, birthday parties, Sundays at Grandma Balles, surprise visits from Grandpa Thacker...It's the little things that totally make it. Anyways...We played with our cousins, and had a great time.

Chapter 3.
Monday...We had blessed Sunshine Cafe Chicken sandwiches for lunch. Another luxury of being home. Not only does Mom cook you meals, but she also buys you them too. Matt and I accepted one of Grandpa Thacker's delegated service projects. That man's a saint, and one man I can't say no too. Matt and I ended up shoveling snow for a little longer than we had anticipated :)


Yet, a lot of snow in the valley means tons of snow at the resorts. Matt, Brett, and I headed up to Alta to find a little powder :) Matt stood on skis for the first time. We looked pretty cute as he followed me down the mountain making great big turns. Matt's a natural. Let's hope it rubs off on our children.

Sunday, January 2, 2011

Photogenicity Lessons

Let's be honest, some people aren't very photogenic...I'm one of them. In anticipation of family pictures, Tara graciously gave me a few photogenicity lessons to help me look better in the family picture. She's a great coach! Here's how it went.

First I learned I had to open my eyes more because I squint.

I tried...


Then I was suppose to strike a flattering pose...The only problem is the only poses I know are Yoga poses or something you would put in a dance. I don't know how to casually stand or sit and "look natural."
Falling Water Pose....

The Electric Slide Pose...

Then Matt joined in to help with the posing... he could see I was having a difficult time and wanted to give me a little inspiration. After all, we were having our photo taken together... I think he really caught the vision here.


Anyways...it's a work in progress. Practice makes photogenic! We're working on it.

My Kind of New Years...Happy 2011!


This is my New Years. Every year we spend New Years at Grandma Balle's house. I've never missed the New Years dinner part...Steak, My favorite beer battered shrimp, salads, rolls, you name it. It's Deliciousness. We play games and eat snacks until the clock strikes 12. Then we bust out the streamers, poppers, and horns and welcome in the new year as a family. That's what we do...and we've been doing it for years. Happy New Year!




Saturday, January 1, 2011

Matt's Dream Child: Ivan


Matt loves Ivan. Ivan loves Matt. They love to play football together, hunt buck deers with Nerf guns, and draw. Ivan has become Matt's dream child.


Anytime we talk about having kids, Ivan always comes up. Matt wants them to be just like Ivan....coordinated, fun, and sweet. You can tell...We miss Ivan indeed. One day while playing, Ivan sincerely said to Matt, "I love you Matt....but you're not my dad." I hope our kids might measure up :) Ivan does have a bit of Balle in him! There's only one Ivan, and we love him. I love watching Matt and Ivan play together... Matt will indeed be an amazing dad someday.

Thursday, December 30, 2010

Welcome Home Melba! Don't we love all things "complementary?"

So "my missionanry" came home...Hermana Anderson! We conviently flew in the same day, only she beat us by a few hours.

Funny story: We went to Olive Garden for old times sake and to catch up. After going up the wrong elevator and getting lost, I finally found my way to the Olive garden where my dear friend was waiting for me. We ordered the soup salad and breadsticks - classic choice. A waiter came by and spilled his breadsticks, we helped him clean them up. Only moments later, the manager came by and apologized for us being "hit" with bread sticks. We laughed and told her we weren't hit, they just spilled, yet she still insisted we get a complementary dessert. Love that word - a formal word for free. If it's free, it's for me :) Couldn't turn that one down.

Melba and I proceeded to eat our salad when she squealed and gagged. I thought she'd eaten the pepper that neither of us wanted. Nope, there was a lady bug in her salad - a bright red one sitting on her lettuce leaf. We laughed some more. The waitress came by and asked us how things were going...we responded, "Well, things are good, but there's a ladybug in the salad." She witnessed the lady-like-lady bug sitting on the lettuce leaf and replied, "Wow, guess it's not your girls' day." But, it gets better, the Manager came back stood by our table for a minute while we all laughed and then stated, "you're meals will be complenatary." That fabulous word once more!

Melba and I very much enjoyed our complementary soup, salad, breadsticks, and dessert. Thank you Olive Garden! All you have to do is get "hit" with breadsticks and find a lady bug in your salad...and Wham...Complementary! Love that word!

P.S. Naturally, I couldn't find my car due to that cursed parking lot, so Melba drove me around until we found it...Good times....Welcome home Meliss!

There's No Place Like Home for the Holidays! Part II


So Christmas comes with lots of Christmas traditions. The Thacker Family Party this year was at This is the Place State Park. We enjoyed a great family dinner & a pioneer Christmas.

Had to sit on Santa's lab!


And see a real live Rein deer! Maybe this one's Dancer?


We also had to fit in a little Christmas skiing! and Look who's joined the Ski club - Mr. Matt LeCheminant himself. Despite the flat light and fog, we somehow found our way down the mountain. We'd held our traditional defrost at the truck lunch and ate our skiing sandwiches. Then, back to the mountain for more!

Another tradition...had to see Tempe Square! The lights were as intricate and perfect as ever.


Christmas Eve arrived and yes...another Tradition (probably the one Matt was most excited about..te he) Thacker Christmas Caroling. Our numbers were fewer this year, but we still had a great time. The Allen's had cookies for us, the little kids rushed up front, and it just felt like Christmas. Grandma made an amazing Ham dinner following caroling.
Then, the opening of Christmas eve Jammies!


in anticipation for CHRISTMAS!!!

Matt and I were spoiled as usual.
Tara flaunted her stuff as usual :)

And the magic of love and giving was there as usual :)


We spent Christmas day with our Balle fam, opening gifts, playing games, and eating food.

Matt and I painted the kitchen...check out Matt's hot Pants!


Merry Christmas!!!