I have so much to say!
My blogs have become too far and few between! The PRESIDENTIAL ELECTION is 1 week away! OH NO! Pray, cross your fingers, whatever that McCain-Palin win!
It's also Halloween this week! Yay! I finally figured out what I'm going to be, or who I'm going to be, rather. Olivia Newton John from "Let's get Physical!" I'm going to do the leggings, leotard, cut off T, and EVEN the bangs! I'm going to pull out the big curling iron and the AquaNet hairspray. Hah.
My Philly friend and I were laughing about being little squirts. How/when we learned how to ride a bike, wanting to fit in and NEEDING our parents to buy us this and that. I must say my parents did bend over backwards to give us what we wanted. I should probably thank them...
However, not for this:
My first memory ever...you may not even believe me, but I can see this so vividly. As a little kid, my mom would always say I have the memory of an elephant. How anyone has accurately measured the memory of an elephant, I do not know.
Anyway, I remebmer standing in my crib. I could not have been over 2 or so. I can see it now. Crying, bawling my eyes out, yelling for "Dada, Mama, Baba, anything!!" I figure my parents were trying to wing me off the bottle- AKA baba. Or, in an unfortunate case, they were too lazy to get up! JK! It felt like eternity, but 20+ years later, it may have only been a few minutes. I was hysterical. THEN, sweet father of mine begins to walk down the hall towards my room! ALLELUIAH! Thank you Daddy! Saved..he's bringing me a baba!! Slam..there goes my bedroom door! What! Seriously Pops? Do you know what that does to a little child? Thank you Erik Erickson and your stages because my parents just ruined my identity vs autonomy vs initiative, whatev! Hahahhaha...the first memory I have is of my parents shunning me!
Now, birthdays were always superb. My mom did a great job with making us feel number one! Except, when they would go spend the weekend at the Hilton to celebrate New Year's Eve. My bday is Dec 30. I remember going bowling one time with a pink sweater on. This woman walks up to me complementing my dimples and how cute they were! I freaked out and ran to Mom! Hahah! I always been a messed up kid! Jk! One year, my mom made a snowman cake with 2 round cakes, cupcakes as the scarf, and candy for the facial features! I loved it! Everyone always asks if it sucks having a birthday so close to Christmas. Actually, no, because it's after Christmas. Every thing's on sale. Now, if my birthday was before Christmas, it's likely I may have gotten shafted. Hahh..
Got to run! I'll be back!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
I'll be Grace, You be Will.
I've been meaning to call the court house for a long time just to double check that I am registered to vote. What would I be if I talked all this smack and wasn't even registered to vote!?! While in Mobile, I somehow registered there, even though I was already registered back home, so it messed everything up. Yesterday, the system was down, and they told me to try again. I called this a.m, and the same man answered, then transferred me to someone else. Two or three minutes into the conversation, the receptionist asks me a question. "Yes sir", I answer. "I'm a ma'am." "Okay, yes, that's my middle name." Hahah. I could not even retract my statement or say I'm sorry. I was so caught off guard because I was sure I was speaking to a male. I hung up, sat there for a minute, collected my thoughts, and finally, broke into laughter! How horrible do I feel, especially since she has my full name, home address, etc. Hahahah. This isn't my first rodeo with confusing girls for guys. Maybe I should stop being polite. Jk!
I never went into detail about my roommates last year. Let's just say it started like this:
I didn't look for an apartment until June-July, and I needed to move by August!! I know, not responsible, but I was scared since I was moving to a new place. I worked with a girl at this restaurant who was about to move to go to Culinary School. She asked about rooming together. She found a place and was most economical. I signed my lease before looking at the actual apartment. Not smart. Turns out I would be moving in a few months before her because her classes didn't start until October. Tyler helped me move in and as we walked in, we see a gallon of milk on the counter. OH NO! Who is here? Apparently the girl living there before us hadn't moved out yet and didn't tell the office. I go to the office and say, "Hey, there's someone in my room." Well, this girl was supposed to move downstairs because she was about to pop with 9months on her. Tyler helped her move all of her heavy stuff and then my belongings! It was a crazy day. Being OCD, I had to set up my whole room before we made our way to the kitchen. Surprise, surprise: the cabinets were full of food, junk, garbage, etc. There was a economy size hamburger patty box in the freezer! I was so repulsed! Bless our hearts, we didn't have any cable or anything, so we just drank beer and hooked up the iPOD! Hah.
To be frank, I didn't live in the best area. The apartments were so cute from the outside- pastel little townhouses. Don't judge a book by its cover. I spent a good month with a hammer right beside me.
Well, my roommate finally moves in, and I begin to feel a little safer/homier. There were 3 bedrooms, so there was a possibility we could get another roommate; it was rent by room and everything was included. Luck was actually on my side, until March. 'Knock, knock'. New roommate. After about a week, she moves her boyfriend in. No ma'am! Not allowed! We had to have an intervention. We go back and forth for an hour about why her boyfriend should be able to stay, while my roommate and I are like, "He's gotta go." ...DUN DUN DUN...The new edition to our 'home' says, "Well, I'm not racist or anything, but I didn't want to move in with y'all." OH NO. "RACE has nothing to do with this!!! You are being disrespectful by moving your boyfriend in here. You didn't ask us if he could visit, much less shack here everyday." Blah Blah. Needless to say, nothing changed because the office went through new managers monthly. I stayed cooped up in my room pretty much the whole time. Around May, my original roommate says she's moving to Mobile to do an internship, and that she has subleased her room to the other roommate's friend. Gureeeeeeeat!
I try to be civil, friendly, put myself out there, until it all hits the fan. They use my food, don't contribute to the cable, put pans full of macaroni in the dishwasher, etc. I'm woken up @ 3am three nights in a row. These people are night owls! (No alcohol was even involved!) I would wake up to intense yelling, cussing, laughing. I wasn't sure if they were fighting or not! It was crazy! A few times, I'd muster up the courage to tell them to quieten down. It was sweet relief to get out of that place!
Point is, my new best roommate ever, pulled a 'Will & Grace' last night. We heard yelling below us, very similar to the yelling I had once experienced. So, we get on my bathroom floor, put our ears to the ground, and listen to the altercation. You're thinking- this OCD freak put her face on the floor? I washed my face afterwards, and MG had just cleaned our floors! Plus, we were curious---or just nosy! This couple was fed up with one another going on and on. We even got our stethoscopes out to enhance the sounds. (We cleaned those too.) It was one of those arguments, like most, that could have done without the swearing, high pitch, nonsense.
It's amazing how a better living arrangement can change EVERYTHING! I sleep now. I eat now in the kitchen, instead of hiding everything under my bed. I can enjoy my couch and TV. Speaking of television, I watched way too much of it this weekend. My freshman year of college I didn't have a TV, and my 2nd year, I never watched it. I just listened to music and Facebooked it. Now, I realize just what I've been missing- HOUSE, LIPSTICK JUNGLE, SNAPPED. It's great! My favorite commercial is that Hillshire Farms bratwurst or something. All of the neighbors are grilling out. They all chime in to a chant about meat. Hahhaha. I laugh every time, and of course, sing along.
My roommate and I made quite the feast the other night. We looked into our cupboard (Ha.), and discovered we had limited ingredients. We come up with a vegetable medley, tuna salad, and 3-cheese biscuits. Random, yes, but we ate it all! Mmm Mmm.
Google, my love. Google is probably the best thing ever. I google everything and everybody. Ha. Kind of freaky, yes, but it tells you anything you need to know!
I have just been Chatty Cathy lately! Have a good one!
I never went into detail about my roommates last year. Let's just say it started like this:
I didn't look for an apartment until June-July, and I needed to move by August!! I know, not responsible, but I was scared since I was moving to a new place. I worked with a girl at this restaurant who was about to move to go to Culinary School. She asked about rooming together. She found a place and was most economical. I signed my lease before looking at the actual apartment. Not smart. Turns out I would be moving in a few months before her because her classes didn't start until October. Tyler helped me move in and as we walked in, we see a gallon of milk on the counter. OH NO! Who is here? Apparently the girl living there before us hadn't moved out yet and didn't tell the office. I go to the office and say, "Hey, there's someone in my room." Well, this girl was supposed to move downstairs because she was about to pop with 9months on her. Tyler helped her move all of her heavy stuff and then my belongings! It was a crazy day. Being OCD, I had to set up my whole room before we made our way to the kitchen. Surprise, surprise: the cabinets were full of food, junk, garbage, etc. There was a economy size hamburger patty box in the freezer! I was so repulsed! Bless our hearts, we didn't have any cable or anything, so we just drank beer and hooked up the iPOD! Hah.
To be frank, I didn't live in the best area. The apartments were so cute from the outside- pastel little townhouses. Don't judge a book by its cover. I spent a good month with a hammer right beside me.
Well, my roommate finally moves in, and I begin to feel a little safer/homier. There were 3 bedrooms, so there was a possibility we could get another roommate; it was rent by room and everything was included. Luck was actually on my side, until March. 'Knock, knock'. New roommate. After about a week, she moves her boyfriend in. No ma'am! Not allowed! We had to have an intervention. We go back and forth for an hour about why her boyfriend should be able to stay, while my roommate and I are like, "He's gotta go." ...DUN DUN DUN...The new edition to our 'home' says, "Well, I'm not racist or anything, but I didn't want to move in with y'all." OH NO. "RACE has nothing to do with this!!! You are being disrespectful by moving your boyfriend in here. You didn't ask us if he could visit, much less shack here everyday." Blah Blah. Needless to say, nothing changed because the office went through new managers monthly. I stayed cooped up in my room pretty much the whole time. Around May, my original roommate says she's moving to Mobile to do an internship, and that she has subleased her room to the other roommate's friend. Gureeeeeeeat!
I try to be civil, friendly, put myself out there, until it all hits the fan. They use my food, don't contribute to the cable, put pans full of macaroni in the dishwasher, etc. I'm woken up @ 3am three nights in a row. These people are night owls! (No alcohol was even involved!) I would wake up to intense yelling, cussing, laughing. I wasn't sure if they were fighting or not! It was crazy! A few times, I'd muster up the courage to tell them to quieten down. It was sweet relief to get out of that place!
Point is, my new best roommate ever, pulled a 'Will & Grace' last night. We heard yelling below us, very similar to the yelling I had once experienced. So, we get on my bathroom floor, put our ears to the ground, and listen to the altercation. You're thinking- this OCD freak put her face on the floor? I washed my face afterwards, and MG had just cleaned our floors! Plus, we were curious---or just nosy! This couple was fed up with one another going on and on. We even got our stethoscopes out to enhance the sounds. (We cleaned those too.) It was one of those arguments, like most, that could have done without the swearing, high pitch, nonsense.
It's amazing how a better living arrangement can change EVERYTHING! I sleep now. I eat now in the kitchen, instead of hiding everything under my bed. I can enjoy my couch and TV. Speaking of television, I watched way too much of it this weekend. My freshman year of college I didn't have a TV, and my 2nd year, I never watched it. I just listened to music and Facebooked it. Now, I realize just what I've been missing- HOUSE, LIPSTICK JUNGLE, SNAPPED. It's great! My favorite commercial is that Hillshire Farms bratwurst or something. All of the neighbors are grilling out. They all chime in to a chant about meat. Hahhaha. I laugh every time, and of course, sing along.
My roommate and I made quite the feast the other night. We looked into our cupboard (Ha.), and discovered we had limited ingredients. We come up with a vegetable medley, tuna salad, and 3-cheese biscuits. Random, yes, but we ate it all! Mmm Mmm.
Google, my love. Google is probably the best thing ever. I google everything and everybody. Ha. Kind of freaky, yes, but it tells you anything you need to know!
I have just been Chatty Cathy lately! Have a good one!
Friday, October 17, 2008
10 Days!
10 days between blogs is UNACCEPTABLE! The audacity. Ha.
Yes, I am being very lame tonight...a Friday night, and I've already accomplished 2 episodes of House, copying down an artichoke casserole recipe, and taking the dog out. The dog? Correct; we're dogsitting. She's a Welsh corgi, which basically means she has no legs. She's got a beautiful coat and cute little body with the shortest legs I've ever seen. It's actually disturbing. I told MG that I would let her sleep in my bed if she had longer legs, ha. Her name is CJ. CJ has a new found love for the bathroom floor. She loves me, which comes as no surprise :). She's actually my roommate's mom's dog. We've had her for 2 wks. CJ doesn't do much to annoy you, except she suffers from halitosis. Being an overweight, almost legless creature, she takes meds, but she will only take them in these little 'pill pocket' things. Any time MG and I leave together, we come back to see CJ has broken into the pill pocket (they look like huge black olives. Guross!) bag, and poof, no more! She's eaten two bags worth and a box of treats. MG was livid to say the least. Believing in harsh punishment, I say to CJ in a soft little puppy voice, "CJ, you want a treat?!" No matter what, a dog knows the word treat. Her ears perked up very fast. So I say, "NO! YOU ATE THEM ALL!!" hahahhahahahahahah. Is that wrong? She is cute, really, and I will miss her.
I've begun orienting/training at my new job! I worked 3 dys this week. My title is CA- Clinical Assistant, which is basically the equivalent of a PCT or CNA. I work on a special care unit, and I'm in love already! It just feels like I'm at clinicals. I am honestly surprised at my love for the children. I always wondered how I would interact/react with working with them. I still don't know what I want to specialize in or even where I'll work come August. My 3 favorites- Psych, OR, Peds. Guess we'll see.
Once again, I spoke up. I just had to straighten out a colleague about Obama. UG. Will it ever end? This all falls back to this damn Community health class I'm taking. If you remember from my very first blogs, we had the controversy with the Preacher and 200+ students discussing homelessness. We had another seminar with all types of speakers- Hospice workers, Chaplains, School Nurses, and a very Eco-friendly Nurse. Her specialty-global issues. "I do not call them developing countries-we're all developing. I don't call them 3rd world countries- we're all one world," she said. Hopefully some of you have heard of Healthy People 2010. It was apart of the Clinton administration in decreasing health problems, especially the ones that can be avoided- OBESITY, DIABETES TYPE 2, HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE & CHOLESTEROL! Indeed, some of these conditions are inevitable,but for the most part, they can be highly prevented. So, obviously there is some Millennium Project 2015. There were 8 objectives- maternal health care, gender inequalities, nutrition, education, etc. At the end of the presentation, the speaker went around seeing what propositions we had to help these topics.
Surprise, surprise, someone speaks out before thinking. I really looked into how we could increase gender empowerment awareness. I've taken Gender & Society, and I have a love for it. I'm thinking, 'Okay, we could have Palin, Clinton, Condoleezza Rice, any other woman of high stance visit these 'Limited Resource' countries to say, 'Hey this can be done. We are proof.'
The speaker decides to call out on random people in the crowd. WHY? What possesses teachers/speakers to call on people in a room of 200+! I'm going to make a statistic, and say 1/2 of them have anxiety or don't have answer. I'm keeping my head down too because I not dare make eye contact and her call on me! Three rows above me, a lady who appears around 30ish, raises her hand. Keep in mind, we're discussing how we can teach countries across the world how to diminish gender inequalities. This imbecile says, "This may be controversial, but we could all vote for BARACK OBAMA" OH NO, did she really? You know that I was ready to jump out of my seat. Some one yells, "Wrong place!" Some people boo; some applaud. I just cannot resist, so I speak very loudly and say "OR we could elect a female politician to speak to those countries." Just to let you know the power of my voice at that time: during lunch, 3 people came up to me who were sitting 7 rows in front of me, say "OH, Megan, I heard you!...You were mad...I knew I should look to see how you would react..." Ha. Maybe, I'm a little too much, but if other people are going to make stupid comments, I can't look any worse with a rebuttal. The woman who said that was only 3 rows in head of me. If she was so certain in her feelings, she should have turned around. I wanted to discuss matters with her after class, but I couldn't get to her. No biggie. It's just ignorant to make a political statement in a huge room of diverse people, especially when it doesn't pertain whatsoever to the question!
I see that Obama has some good points, and it's likely he could be our next president. I'll respect him because that's what you do as an American. I can only pray that the best candidate wins, and if it's Obama, then everyone can tell me I was wrong. One thing I do guarantee, he will not go to other countries to speak about gender inequalities. I haven't heard anything in any platform from either candidate about women empowerment. BUT...if anything, picking Sarah Palin as the VP nominee is pretty high up there in saying who cares about gender. That would make much more sense than that lady saying vote for Obama...the one who has a male VP nominee.
It's official- I'm a heartbreaker. The first heart I broke, I didn't consider it a label for myself. Well a few hearts later, here I am...a heartbreaker. Nothing to be proud of by no means. It doesn't make it any easier on me. I have to be stern in my actions though because you can only stretch Gumby out for so long. After a while, nothing budges. It's a vicious cycle. I'm trying to do the right thing and cut off all ties. It's the mature thing, I think. It has to be because if there is such the uncertainty that there is, than it's right. The biggest fear is never talking to him again or seeing him or laughing. Too too much for me. Another way I know it's right is that I'm perfectly content with not having anyone to call/answer on this lazy Friday night of mine. Usually, I would prefer calling to chit chat, probably because I was bored. Love doesn't happen just when you're bored. The past is another obstacle. "Oh, remember that time we....Oh, he used to always do that...Yeah, he's said that before...Yeah, he bought this for me...Yeah, he put this dresser together...We used to laugh so hard...This one time..." When will those thoughts stop their daily occurrence?
On a brighter note, I'm very excited to make this artichoke casserole..you use spinach, rice, cheese, tomatoes, onions, etc. You're supposed to use Mortadella ham, but I'm not a big fan of ham or substitute. My roommate and I had turkey burgers the other night...Mmm, Mmm. I would take a turkey burger over 'angus' any day. I also made sweet potato "papas". We sliced them up, used olive oil, cinnamon and threw them in the skillet.
It smells like Fall outside! Yes! I love this weather!
I hope everyone has a great weekend. I guess I should end this entry- it's a little long winded.
Yes, I am being very lame tonight...a Friday night, and I've already accomplished 2 episodes of House, copying down an artichoke casserole recipe, and taking the dog out. The dog? Correct; we're dogsitting. She's a Welsh corgi, which basically means she has no legs. She's got a beautiful coat and cute little body with the shortest legs I've ever seen. It's actually disturbing. I told MG that I would let her sleep in my bed if she had longer legs, ha. Her name is CJ. CJ has a new found love for the bathroom floor. She loves me, which comes as no surprise :). She's actually my roommate's mom's dog. We've had her for 2 wks. CJ doesn't do much to annoy you, except she suffers from halitosis. Being an overweight, almost legless creature, she takes meds, but she will only take them in these little 'pill pocket' things. Any time MG and I leave together, we come back to see CJ has broken into the pill pocket (they look like huge black olives. Guross!) bag, and poof, no more! She's eaten two bags worth and a box of treats. MG was livid to say the least. Believing in harsh punishment, I say to CJ in a soft little puppy voice, "CJ, you want a treat?!" No matter what, a dog knows the word treat. Her ears perked up very fast. So I say, "NO! YOU ATE THEM ALL!!" hahahhahahahahahah. Is that wrong? She is cute, really, and I will miss her.
I've begun orienting/training at my new job! I worked 3 dys this week. My title is CA- Clinical Assistant, which is basically the equivalent of a PCT or CNA. I work on a special care unit, and I'm in love already! It just feels like I'm at clinicals. I am honestly surprised at my love for the children. I always wondered how I would interact/react with working with them. I still don't know what I want to specialize in or even where I'll work come August. My 3 favorites- Psych, OR, Peds. Guess we'll see.
Once again, I spoke up. I just had to straighten out a colleague about Obama. UG. Will it ever end? This all falls back to this damn Community health class I'm taking. If you remember from my very first blogs, we had the controversy with the Preacher and 200+ students discussing homelessness. We had another seminar with all types of speakers- Hospice workers, Chaplains, School Nurses, and a very Eco-friendly Nurse. Her specialty-global issues. "I do not call them developing countries-we're all developing. I don't call them 3rd world countries- we're all one world," she said. Hopefully some of you have heard of Healthy People 2010. It was apart of the Clinton administration in decreasing health problems, especially the ones that can be avoided- OBESITY, DIABETES TYPE 2, HIGH BLOOD PRESSURE & CHOLESTEROL! Indeed, some of these conditions are inevitable,but for the most part, they can be highly prevented. So, obviously there is some Millennium Project 2015. There were 8 objectives- maternal health care, gender inequalities, nutrition, education, etc. At the end of the presentation, the speaker went around seeing what propositions we had to help these topics.
Surprise, surprise, someone speaks out before thinking. I really looked into how we could increase gender empowerment awareness. I've taken Gender & Society, and I have a love for it. I'm thinking, 'Okay, we could have Palin, Clinton, Condoleezza Rice, any other woman of high stance visit these 'Limited Resource' countries to say, 'Hey this can be done. We are proof.'
The speaker decides to call out on random people in the crowd. WHY? What possesses teachers/speakers to call on people in a room of 200+! I'm going to make a statistic, and say 1/2 of them have anxiety or don't have answer. I'm keeping my head down too because I not dare make eye contact and her call on me! Three rows above me, a lady who appears around 30ish, raises her hand. Keep in mind, we're discussing how we can teach countries across the world how to diminish gender inequalities. This imbecile says, "This may be controversial, but we could all vote for BARACK OBAMA" OH NO, did she really? You know that I was ready to jump out of my seat. Some one yells, "Wrong place!" Some people boo; some applaud. I just cannot resist, so I speak very loudly and say "OR we could elect a female politician to speak to those countries." Just to let you know the power of my voice at that time: during lunch, 3 people came up to me who were sitting 7 rows in front of me, say "OH, Megan, I heard you!...You were mad...I knew I should look to see how you would react..." Ha. Maybe, I'm a little too much, but if other people are going to make stupid comments, I can't look any worse with a rebuttal. The woman who said that was only 3 rows in head of me. If she was so certain in her feelings, she should have turned around. I wanted to discuss matters with her after class, but I couldn't get to her. No biggie. It's just ignorant to make a political statement in a huge room of diverse people, especially when it doesn't pertain whatsoever to the question!
I see that Obama has some good points, and it's likely he could be our next president. I'll respect him because that's what you do as an American. I can only pray that the best candidate wins, and if it's Obama, then everyone can tell me I was wrong. One thing I do guarantee, he will not go to other countries to speak about gender inequalities. I haven't heard anything in any platform from either candidate about women empowerment. BUT...if anything, picking Sarah Palin as the VP nominee is pretty high up there in saying who cares about gender. That would make much more sense than that lady saying vote for Obama...the one who has a male VP nominee.
It's official- I'm a heartbreaker. The first heart I broke, I didn't consider it a label for myself. Well a few hearts later, here I am...a heartbreaker. Nothing to be proud of by no means. It doesn't make it any easier on me. I have to be stern in my actions though because you can only stretch Gumby out for so long. After a while, nothing budges. It's a vicious cycle. I'm trying to do the right thing and cut off all ties. It's the mature thing, I think. It has to be because if there is such the uncertainty that there is, than it's right. The biggest fear is never talking to him again or seeing him or laughing. Too too much for me. Another way I know it's right is that I'm perfectly content with not having anyone to call/answer on this lazy Friday night of mine. Usually, I would prefer calling to chit chat, probably because I was bored. Love doesn't happen just when you're bored. The past is another obstacle. "Oh, remember that time we....Oh, he used to always do that...Yeah, he's said that before...Yeah, he bought this for me...Yeah, he put this dresser together...We used to laugh so hard...This one time..." When will those thoughts stop their daily occurrence?
On a brighter note, I'm very excited to make this artichoke casserole..you use spinach, rice, cheese, tomatoes, onions, etc. You're supposed to use Mortadella ham, but I'm not a big fan of ham or substitute. My roommate and I had turkey burgers the other night...Mmm, Mmm. I would take a turkey burger over 'angus' any day. I also made sweet potato "papas". We sliced them up, used olive oil, cinnamon and threw them in the skillet.
It smells like Fall outside! Yes! I love this weather!
I hope everyone has a great weekend. I guess I should end this entry- it's a little long winded.
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
MMR
Procrastination should be the name of this blog because I'm not doing anyyyyyything! I tried to read an article on Global Warming (Blah), caught the end of the debate, & raided the kitchen (ending up with Pringles. I'm not even hungry-just bored). When I go to school from 8-5, I'm worthless afterwards. Sad, eh? By the time I check my personal & school email, my online classes, and Facebook, I'm ready to hit the sack. I would be more productive had my computer not crashed a month ago. Now, all of the Microsoft Office programs are gone, and I cannot find the codes for them since I've moved. This cuts out 3/4 of the work I should be doing. I'm getting up early and heading to the computer lab tomorrow to get busy!
For my new job, I've had to do the typical protocols- TB skin tests and titers to see if your antibodies are still immune to Hep B, MMR, Varicella zoster (chkn pox), etc. Well, having started nursing school last January, I've already had all of this blood work done, in which, I did need a Hepatitis B booster. I received that series of shots over 10yrs ago. I figured this was probably normal. Also, with all of the hospitalizations I've had with thyroid complications, I figured it probably took a toll on my immune system. The results came in, and my Rubella needs boosting!! AH!
I wouldn't be alarmed, but MMR (Measles, Mumps, & Rubella) are back on the rise. Why? Primarily because of parents who do not agree or are too scared to get their children vaccinated. This may be just my crazy brain coming up with some concoction, but that is very idiotic to me! Why not prevent something before it happens?! It's called Primary Prevention and can be utilized for so many great things. I guess it upsets me because I would be livid had I gotten Rubella from some little kid. I did my part by getting my vaccine, and I expect everyone else should too. Another topic- Gardasil. EVERY YOUNG GIRL NEEDS IT! In no way does this promote sexual behavior. If anything, it should make these little girls afraid! As scary as the world is, give your contribution by trying to save it; even if it's just a little bit. If there was a vaccine for lung cancer, everyone would get it. The top risk factor for lung cancer- smoking -. Would these parents who don't want to vaccinate their children to prevent cervical cancer willingly receive the lung cancer vaccine? It's all about perspective. Step out of the box, so that you can peep back in. It's a whole new ball field looking in. It wouldn't hurt for me to do the same.
I know I come across as hot headed and opinionated, which I can be sometimes. However, I really am a happy go lucky, upbeat person. I enjoy smiling at people and saying, "Hello, how are you?". (depending on the situation...remember the anxiety!). I love to laugh and spend 88% of my day doing so. Just wanted to apologize if I seem kind of mean! -It's just a little edge I have about myself! Ha:)
For my new job, I've had to do the typical protocols- TB skin tests and titers to see if your antibodies are still immune to Hep B, MMR, Varicella zoster (chkn pox), etc. Well, having started nursing school last January, I've already had all of this blood work done, in which, I did need a Hepatitis B booster. I received that series of shots over 10yrs ago. I figured this was probably normal. Also, with all of the hospitalizations I've had with thyroid complications, I figured it probably took a toll on my immune system. The results came in, and my Rubella needs boosting!! AH!
I wouldn't be alarmed, but MMR (Measles, Mumps, & Rubella) are back on the rise. Why? Primarily because of parents who do not agree or are too scared to get their children vaccinated. This may be just my crazy brain coming up with some concoction, but that is very idiotic to me! Why not prevent something before it happens?! It's called Primary Prevention and can be utilized for so many great things. I guess it upsets me because I would be livid had I gotten Rubella from some little kid. I did my part by getting my vaccine, and I expect everyone else should too. Another topic- Gardasil. EVERY YOUNG GIRL NEEDS IT! In no way does this promote sexual behavior. If anything, it should make these little girls afraid! As scary as the world is, give your contribution by trying to save it; even if it's just a little bit. If there was a vaccine for lung cancer, everyone would get it. The top risk factor for lung cancer- smoking -. Would these parents who don't want to vaccinate their children to prevent cervical cancer willingly receive the lung cancer vaccine? It's all about perspective. Step out of the box, so that you can peep back in. It's a whole new ball field looking in. It wouldn't hurt for me to do the same.
I know I come across as hot headed and opinionated, which I can be sometimes. However, I really am a happy go lucky, upbeat person. I enjoy smiling at people and saying, "Hello, how are you?". (depending on the situation...remember the anxiety!). I love to laugh and spend 88% of my day doing so. Just wanted to apologize if I seem kind of mean! -It's just a little edge I have about myself! Ha:)
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Germans, Love, and Purses
Many thoughts have passed my mind within the past few days. My brain is like the energizer bunny...just keeeeeeps going. Sometimes I wish it would stop to let me at least rest!
I visited an old friend this weekend. It was fantastic to see her and definitely filled that void that had been empty for a while. We go out on the town for a little bit, and of course, I get myself caught up in talking to someone. I must just have a friendly face . I am usually all smiles, so that probably doesn't help! I don't mind because I will talk to a wall, but sometimes too much is toooo much. It appears this man in German- I couldn't understand everything he said. He sat up at the bar all night, so I ran into him a few times. He begins to talk about the US and give his 2 cents. He chimes in on Alabama, describing how it's different than the other states. NEWS FLASH- duh! He couldn't have been talking about the typical 'Deliverance' type people or the rednecks that are portrayed on the news or any documentary A&E chooses to play. (Thanks a lot A&E!) We were in Tuscaloosa, so at least it is a city with a big university. Plus, all of the students come from all over to praise Lord Bear Bryant..or now Nick Saben, you would think! That's another soap box...He says the people are different. Agree, we are. We usually a lot more nice with that Southern Hospitality we thrive off. He kind of strikes me as insulting the US- Alabama a little, so I tell him"We are a unique country, and if you think Alabama is different, maybe you should try Utah, Nevada, New Jersey. We're all different, and that's what makes this free country of ours so marvelous." He reassures me that he is not being cross about the US, but that the country may fail within November's election. Being the opinionated woman that I am, I agree...under the ruling of Obama. This man expresses he doesn't like any of the candidates and cannot stand Palin. OHHH, he's done it now! I say, "I love Palin!!!!!"He gives me a look as if I'm crazy. "YOU DOOOOO?" By this point, I am done with this foreigner who cannot vote anyway. "Yes, I am a BIG Palin fan. What's it to you anyway, sir? You cannot vote in this country...so maybe you should return to your homeland in which you can vote."...Stomp, stomp, stomp as I walk away.
Love. OH love. I need advice. I receive it, then don't know what to do with it. As a young adult, I'm unsure, no doubt. I am very fickle (not as in a promiscuous fickle, but long term fickle) You date someone for so long, invest so much time...and then SPLAT...it's over. You decide to move on, and you're okay as long as you're busy. You listen to the radio, a song comes on, reminds you of him, you see a shirt that he owns, smell his cologne, you don't have the guts to take his pictures down in your room. You feel like you can identify with any other girl who is struggling with a breakup. The question arises: When is enough, enough? When do you stop forgiving for the bad things he does? When do the hurtful words stop causing pain? ...I'll tell you when- when your heart becomes cold and mean. Then, what are you left with? Resentment. I'm so torn. Do I miss him because I truly want to be with him? OR do I miss him because I miss the security and the good times we have together. Should you open your heart back up for him, even though no one thinks you should?! Your mother knows best, unfortunately when it comes to this. Some days, I yearn to be back together, then when we talk everyday, I pull back. Is this a result of lack of age? I'll figure it out one day...hopefully, it won't be too late.
You all know I have to share my political opinion per blog, so here goes:
The economy needs improvement, yes. If it didn't, then we would all have good jobs with adequate insurance, and proper taxes. I don't want to hear people going on and on about the economy. It makes me sick. If our economy was soooo bad- people would not be able to buy $899 purses, live lavish lifestyles, or travel to & fro. Being a college student, I'm poor. It's all apart of the experience. I work and go to class...and low and behold--pay my bills! We are all getting by for the most part. Granted, a lot needs to change, but everything can always be bigger and better. We'll see!
I visited an old friend this weekend. It was fantastic to see her and definitely filled that void that had been empty for a while. We go out on the town for a little bit, and of course, I get myself caught up in talking to someone. I must just have a friendly face . I am usually all smiles, so that probably doesn't help! I don't mind because I will talk to a wall, but sometimes too much is toooo much. It appears this man in German- I couldn't understand everything he said. He sat up at the bar all night, so I ran into him a few times. He begins to talk about the US and give his 2 cents. He chimes in on Alabama, describing how it's different than the other states. NEWS FLASH- duh! He couldn't have been talking about the typical 'Deliverance' type people or the rednecks that are portrayed on the news or any documentary A&E chooses to play. (Thanks a lot A&E!) We were in Tuscaloosa, so at least it is a city with a big university. Plus, all of the students come from all over to praise Lord Bear Bryant..or now Nick Saben, you would think! That's another soap box...He says the people are different. Agree, we are. We usually a lot more nice with that Southern Hospitality we thrive off. He kind of strikes me as insulting the US- Alabama a little, so I tell him"We are a unique country, and if you think Alabama is different, maybe you should try Utah, Nevada, New Jersey. We're all different, and that's what makes this free country of ours so marvelous." He reassures me that he is not being cross about the US, but that the country may fail within November's election. Being the opinionated woman that I am, I agree...under the ruling of Obama. This man expresses he doesn't like any of the candidates and cannot stand Palin. OHHH, he's done it now! I say, "I love Palin!!!!!"He gives me a look as if I'm crazy. "YOU DOOOOO?" By this point, I am done with this foreigner who cannot vote anyway. "Yes, I am a BIG Palin fan. What's it to you anyway, sir? You cannot vote in this country...so maybe you should return to your homeland in which you can vote."...Stomp, stomp, stomp as I walk away.
Love. OH love. I need advice. I receive it, then don't know what to do with it. As a young adult, I'm unsure, no doubt. I am very fickle (not as in a promiscuous fickle, but long term fickle) You date someone for so long, invest so much time...and then SPLAT...it's over. You decide to move on, and you're okay as long as you're busy. You listen to the radio, a song comes on, reminds you of him, you see a shirt that he owns, smell his cologne, you don't have the guts to take his pictures down in your room. You feel like you can identify with any other girl who is struggling with a breakup. The question arises: When is enough, enough? When do you stop forgiving for the bad things he does? When do the hurtful words stop causing pain? ...I'll tell you when- when your heart becomes cold and mean. Then, what are you left with? Resentment. I'm so torn. Do I miss him because I truly want to be with him? OR do I miss him because I miss the security and the good times we have together. Should you open your heart back up for him, even though no one thinks you should?! Your mother knows best, unfortunately when it comes to this. Some days, I yearn to be back together, then when we talk everyday, I pull back. Is this a result of lack of age? I'll figure it out one day...hopefully, it won't be too late.
You all know I have to share my political opinion per blog, so here goes:
The economy needs improvement, yes. If it didn't, then we would all have good jobs with adequate insurance, and proper taxes. I don't want to hear people going on and on about the economy. It makes me sick. If our economy was soooo bad- people would not be able to buy $899 purses, live lavish lifestyles, or travel to & fro. Being a college student, I'm poor. It's all apart of the experience. I work and go to class...and low and behold--pay my bills! We are all getting by for the most part. Granted, a lot needs to change, but everything can always be bigger and better. We'll see!
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