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.