No Sleeping Tonight

This Monday has been an eventful evening, but it didn't start out that way. After being in class/taking tests/doing the school thing 'til 5pm, I came home to relax. For dinner, I prepared some Spanish rice in the microwave and as a snack, I fixed a can of tuna. How appetizing. After watching 3 shows of Intervention and attempting to read about schizophrenia & hemorrhagic strokes, I got a wild hair and rearranged my shoes in my closet. Do not be jealous. I realize this a Monday night dream every girl has. As I'm trying to figure out which shoes should go on which shelf and how to place them strategically, my roommate runs out of her bathroom into my room, jumps on my bed with a toothbrush in hand an toothpaste flooding from her mouth. She is hysterical and yelling like crazy. Then I get scared, hop up, and freak out. THERE'S A ROACH IN THE BATHROOM, which just happens to be her phobia...roachaphobia! (Ha) Well, I'm not keen on any little arthropod or large brown bullet look-a-like w/ wings! I grab my flip flops and some Lysol. (We don't have any Raid.) Well, this happy-go-lucky insect is having the time of it's life- crawling all over the lotion bottles, make up bags, in and out of the sink like at a water amusement park. I'm too scared to look at it, thinking that if it sees me, it's definitely coming for me. An hour passes, and I have managed to lose the cockroach to under the sink. We have a Jack & Jill bathroom so I'm standing at my door on my vanity stool aiming the Lysol like I'm Clint Eastwood in the cowboy movie. My roommate is standing on the other side in the hallway with a Bissel portable trying to hit the countertops to rid ourselves of this infested animal. We live on the 3rd floor, so how the hell did this thing get in here?! To my knowledge about plumbing/ventilation connections, I'm wondering if he could have crawled under the sink back down to the 2nd floor. At least, that's what I told myself. Needless to say, I'm sitting here in my computer chair knees to my chin, praying the roach left our apartment. You would think after all of the screaming, jumping up and down, convulsing we did that someone would have called the cops. I wish they would have...they would have gotten the roach.

I just realized that there is SPELLCHECK on here! Ha. Disregard my blog earlier about if you happened to see any errors! I guess I'm just too excited to get everything out that I have to say that I haven't noticed all the applications when you're posting.

I lost my car the other day. Indeed, I did. Debating all day if I should go to the mall, I finally got up enough nerve to go by myself. My friends had been shopping the day before in ATL, but I didn't get to go because my computer crashed- different story, different day. Bad idea-Saturday afternoon, you can only imagine all the teeny-boppers and love birds. I'm not too familiar with this particular mall, which only increased my anxiety, but it has the one store that I wanted to go to. Around 4:46pm, I began to head back to my car. One minor problem- I can't remember which door I came in. You're thinking, "Why would you not note your surroundings?". Oh, I did. I just couldn't find that certain surrounding. I see Belk which I know my little Honda is near. Walking outside, I see the Interstate. That's not where I parked. I travel the sidewalk trying to look like I know what I'm doing. I see a parking garage. That's not where I parked. After aimlessly walking around in the mall for about 25 minutes trying to find the dang Ruby Tuesday that I know I walked in beside, I look at a directory. No help. If you can't read a map, than what good does it do you!!? Hahah JK, sort of. I walk to where I believe is my parking lot for real this time...WRONG AGAIN! By this time, I'm sweating. Sorry, girls, I know we glisten, not sweat, but I was! Then, all of a sudden, a light shines like St. Peter waiting for me, and there is the Ruby Tuesday! At 5:12, I arrived at my car!

I really wonder how I get by sometimes. If you would like for me to go in great detail on how to test each cranial nerve or the scientific in depth process of a baby being born, go ahead- shoot. BUT if you need me to drive you from point A to B or logically put together a book case, you're probably better off not asking me. They're is a positive side to this, you see, everyday becomes another funny story for me to share:)

Seven

Being Catholic, I attend confession twice a year...probably should more, but it's really only an obligation before Christmas/Easter. Expressing your sins and faults is very difficult, especially when you're telling them to a Priest who typically doesn't do anything wrong. Some people find that confessing your sins is silly and stupid. Well, my view is that God sees/knows when you commit a sin. There's just something different about actually admitting it out loud for someone else to hear. No one wants to tell another person the things they do wrong. Before confession, I am almost a basket case- scared half to death, even though my sins are probably along the lines of the everyday Jane Doe. One time, I walked in, kneeled down, and proceeded to list my sins. Running short on things to say since my memory was so jumbled, I say, "and I've committed gluttony". You learn of gluttony from the 7 Deadly Sins (Lust, Vanity, Jealousy??, etc). You all remember the movie with Brad Pitt and Gwenyth Paltrow. The following morning when I was eating with my mom and grandma, they began poking fun since I always eat so much. First off, I can't resist homemade tortillas, rice, etc from my grandma. I fire back, "Just so you know, I confessed gluttony last night." They look at each other and break into laughter. I guess I really shouldn't have confessed that because my BMI is appropriate, and I exercise often. To be gluttonous, I probably would need to be around 450lbs and feel no guilt about the things I eat. Then, I became pretty embarrassed thinking about what the Priest thought when I said I had committed gluttony. Hahahha. Sometimes my thoughts are way illogical.

Many people think that every sin is equal. I do not believe that. I do believe in Purgatory ( where you go when you die to make your way up to Heaven). I don't feel that I have earned the right to go straight to Heaven. I'm sorry I just don't see how using the Lord's name in vein or yelling at your parents is the same as being Ted Bundy. Missing church is not a mortal sin, in my opinion. There are a lot worse things that people do. Think about it: if you went into confession and said you cussed a lot, had a negative attitude, and missed church a few Sundays, as opposed to I have had thoughts about killing someone, I committed adultery, and I stole lots of money from my sister- the penance would be different.

The first time I ever got pulled over was the end of my freshmen year at college in the dorm parking lot!!! (Knock on wood, it's my only time to be pulled over too...I'll probably get a ticket on my way home for saying that). Anyway, I lived in the freshmen dorms and was headed to the sorority house on a Thursday night. I like to act like Jeff Gordon sometimes, so I'll probably was a little speedy gonzalez. As soon as I pull in, I see blue lights! In a huge panic, I unbuckle my seat belt off (Why you ask? I DON'T KNOW!) My next ridiculous thought was, "He'll think I wasn't wearing my seat belt", so I hop out of the car!! Over the microphone or whatever that thing is, the policeman says "Get back in the car!!" HAHAH...He walks up to my car saying I was driving too fast. (I had barely even driven a mile!) He says he's surprised I haven't been pulled over before. As natural protocol, he checks my VIN #. Upon his return, he says your car is not showing up. Did you get a paint job? JUST GREAT-I'm about to get falsely charged with grand auto theft. "No sir, my car has been white since I bought it"...he goes back to the car...by this time, another officer has arrived and his shining that huge magnum light in my backseat! WHAT! Turns out, my car used to be black, but I didn't know that. (I should have used CAR FAX!) He lets me go with a warning, and drives on. To top that, the fraternity house right beside my sorority house is having a huge party. When I finally get out of my car, everyone yells "MEGAN! What happened?!" Hahah....OH LIFE!

Foot in mouth x 3

Several years back, I was living with my aunt & uncle. I believe it was around my birthday, so we were having the family over. I called my younger cousin to talk to her about that night. To my surprise, someone answered trying to play a joke on me. Her voice was distorted and sounded pretty comical. I begin laughing, "Saying who is this? Stop playing a joke on me, Tess!" She then says, "I'm not. You have the wrong number." Thanks to handy dandy screens on the phone, I look at the number I dialed, which indeed was Tess's. I said "Oh okay, sure, I'm sorry" in a jokingly manner thinking to myself, they're not getting me this time. So, I took matters into my own hands and kept calling until I reached Tess. There was no telling who was over there trying to pull my leg. Finally, the person on the other end says, "This is Margaret". Trying to be coy, I say "Why, Margaret, you sure have a manly voice." CLICK is the response I received. I was in the room with my aunt, and she says, "Megan, Margaret is Tess's neighbor. Yes, I recall Margaret- she smokes about 6 packs a day...and oh noooooooooo! It was the neighbor!!! Tess calls later saying, "Hey, our phone lines have been switched. We've been getting the neighbor's calls." Foot in mouth, yes, that was me making fun of a lady who probably is emphysematic!! I avoided Tess's house for a few months after that encounter!!!!

I transferred schools last year, so I'm a little closer to home. I was near the beach and as far as I could get away from my family. I was in heaven, at least for two years. Suddenly, I realized I miss home, the mountains, the lake, my family! A few months ago my car was getting fixed (you remember my luck with automobiles), so another cousin of mine let me borrow hers. Murphy's Law struck once again; she left her books in her car. We made an arrangement where we could meet each other half way. Like the illogical person I am, I never put her spare key on my key chain, even though I would be driving her car for a few days. Knowing my luck with losing stuff, I should have thought more. I was walking to the parking deck telling her I was about to be to the car and on my way. I unlocked the doors, threw my books in, got in, and proceeded to turn on the car...but OH NO- Where is the key!? In a mini frantic, I hop out of the car seeing if I left the key in the door or if it had fallen underneath the car. Five minutes pass, and I notice some university workers talking near my car. My first irrational thought is, "What if they think I'm stealing this car because I've been standing here for 8 minutes walking all around, throwing things back and forth?" I even checked the trunk, even though I never opened it!! HAHAH! I call my cousin and say, "Oh I'll be there in a few, traffic is bad!" I couldn't tell her I lost her key!!! Twenty minutes later, the two men come over to help me. Ten more minutes pass. They search the car like a policeman with a warrant helping me find this stupid key. A friend comes over, asking if maybe I could have dropped it. I look down and see something shiny in my pants cuff- THE KEY!!!!! I had rolled my jeans up like the 50's Greaser style, and low and behold, that damn key fell in there!!! How much of a peon do I feel like, saying, "Thank you gentlemen for your help. It appears I have dropped my key in my pants cuff. Sorry to have taken 30 worthless minutes from your lives." With the little bit of pride that I have left, I shake their hands. One of the men reaches into his pockets, pulls out a business card, hands it to me. He was the director of transportation, and told me to call if I ever needed help again! Oh me.

Spelling is very important to me, so if you see any errors, it's because my mind is racing so fast. It's like an ocean. I have one idea building up more and more, and then near the end, here comes another wave of information trying to be bigger and better than the one before!

"You Can't Win for Losing"

This past weekend, I had to participate in a health fair. My group's topic was bullying, so we made huge posters/flyers/etc. As the kids walked booth to booth, we would ask them if there was bullying at their school. I was amazed to how many children actually said yes! We asked them if they knew what to do when they witnessed it, which most said tell the teacher. Nobody wants to be a tattle tail, but this day and age, bullying leads to GUNS and DEATH. One boy came with his older brother. The older brother said under his breath, "Snitch". I said, "Now you know violence is not the answer." Way to be a good role model Big Bro. Then a lady came by and talked to us for a good bit. She stated that she did not have any of her own children, but she had 13 at home. Evidently, she has a foster care or at least a secure home for these troubled adolescents to come to. She was going on and on how the teachers/authoritative figures don't do anything, and what was she to do. I told her it is the teachers/principal's responsibility to take care of matters, and if they weren't, for her to go to the school board and superintendent. One of the problems is that these schools are lower privileged. She tells us that 3 of her 13 kids took pistols to school because they didn't know how to react to getting bullying. I said, "First of all, where are they getting the pistol?" She had 'no clue'. What in the world would possess a teenager to pick up a gun to take to school to resolve a conflict. Oh, he'll resolve a conflict all right, and end up in jail for a very long time. People like that are the reason that the 2nd amendment is being looked up to be taken away, and honestly, I can't blame the government for considering it. I know that may make a lot of people mad because a lot of smart/safe people have guns. As a girl, I should probably have one myself, but I don't like guns. In the small town which I'm from, everyone hunts, so there would be an uproar if fire arms were revoked. You can't win for losing. That seems to be the case for a lot of things.

My psychiatric nursing professor is a hoot! He's probably in his late 60's, smokes, drinks, cusses (or curses for you northerners)- basically all the things we nurses 'should not' do! Ha! I told my classmates that working on a Psych unit would drive me to smoke/drink all the time! We were discussing how to assess a patient- which is way different than a patient getting admitted for heart failure/broken bone. Circumstance is the key. He had one patient and was asking the similarities between an orange and banana. Well, as most, they would say they're both fruits, have peels, etc. I thought to myself similar in color, but that may make me crazy because no one else thought that! Ha. Anyway, this geriatric lady mumbled under her breath, "They're both high in potassium." Our teacher says, "I thought to myself: Where the hell did that come from?" Hahah...See everyone has a different perspective. Turns out, she was a retired nutritionist from Auburn University suffering from depression.

It is none of our business that Bristol Palin is pregnant. She may have made a mistake, and should have known better, but by no means, should she, nor her family be attacked for it. As I recall, Jamie Lyn Spears had a baby at 16 out of wedlock. Then she was praised on a Women's magazine for being an incredible mother (which she may be, but we should not condone it). Many young adults make mistakes, but it does not make them a bad person. I wish the US cared more about REAL issues instead of looking at Levi's Myspace and tearing them apart. Get over yourself! Sarah Palin may believe in abstinence, and that's fine. You cannot control your kids, as much as you think you can. Palin is not a hypocrite. She probably did preach abstinence to her children. People will do what they want to-that goes back all the way to Adam & Eve.

"Price check on Isle 6"

SARAH PALIN is a phenomenal woman & speaker! I do believe in the glass ceiling effect (also called escalator effect) in that it's hard for women to achieve, ans be promoted only to a certain level. I don't believe in affirmative action, though. I believe anyone hired should be the person w/ the best credentials. As most, I am a little skepital on a woman running office, but it is 2008. In addition, she has a rocking resume! I am extremely patriotic, and I feel that John McCain would do almost anything for his country. It is difficult though, in any election, because nominees always say, "I'll do this, I'll do that...I'll even cure this"...In the realistic world where I live, not everything can be fixed especially in 4 years, but look what Guiliani did. As mayor of NYC, he decreased the crime rate tremendously & stepped up to his plate- above & beyond during 9/11. I sure do wish my grandparents were alive to see this election. I get my patriotism from them. Then again, they may have a heart attack wondering how the world could be so corrupt.

The embarrassing story for this blog is...
I was at Target the other day. I'm a girl, so of course it took me a few hours in there. Taking my sweet time to just get a few things, I also picked up some earrings to treat myself. Well, when it came time to check out, there was only one isle opened in about a 15 mile radius with a male cashier. I wouldn't have minded but I had some "toiletries". So here I am with all of this female stuff with a guy about my age bagging all of my purchased items. Well my last item he picks up in his hands, holding it up high, and says are these yours too? No matter how old you are, as a female, you still get embarrassed about those monthly items you have to purchase. I don't even like going on the feminine product isle! WHY would that guy say that? OF COURSE THEY'RE MINE I wanted to yell. Being reserve, though, I held my head down and said yes, thanks. What a little punk! He might has well just got on the intercom announcing it! He should not have said that because I turned about beet red and skidattled right out of there! It's a funny story...but I would have rather it happen to someone else:)

Music is a priority in my life- not singing, playing, or writing as a career, but in general. If I didn't have an iPOD, I would be 300lbs because I would never exercise. With music, I can go on forever in the gym. It is so bad that if I forgot my iPOD at the gym, I would just have to leave & attempt crunches at my apt! Ha. Running on a treadmill can be awkward with people on each side of you. One could be running 8 miles while the other is not running at all. I guess it doesn't really matter, but it still makes me nervous. I'm am a fanatic with musical lyrics. I like to see how they apply to my own life. I find it perculiar how most of the greatest music has come from musicians that have overdosed or died at a young age from crashes/murders.

Drugs- Jimi Hendrix, Janis Joplin, Elvis, Members of Sublime, Alice & Chains, Blind Melon, Smashing Pumpkins, Grateful Dead, Tempations, AC/DC, Red Hot Chili Peppers
- Airplane/Car crashes- Led Zepplin, John Denver, Jim Croce, Lynyrd Skynyrd, Duane Allman. -Mudered- Sam Cooke & John Lennon. Suicide- Kurt Cobain, Richard Manuel from The Band...Galee, that's ridiculous and horrible...I even looked up a statistic:

Avg Death of Rock Stars- 36.39 yrs
Avg Death of Americans- 75.8 yrs
It is a shame that their lives were cut so short, or anyone's period.

One Mad Minivan

A couple years ago I was drving back to school. On a 5 hr ride, you can only imagine all the little bugs that smash into your windshield, and me having OCD, I cannot stand a dirty windshield. Plus, bird poo and bug remains take your mind off the road because you can't help but stare at the big splatter in front of your eyes. Like any other individual (or so I thought), I sprayed my windshield with the fluid and wipers. Well, just minding my business probably jamming out to Foreigner, a minivan speeds up and cuts me off. THEN, has the audacity to turn on his windshield wipers/fluid so it would spray me. This man was so outraged that I had unintentionally sprayed him with windshield wiper fluid- it's like Windex!! My gosh, what damage could I have done. To top things off, the van had a wiper on the back door, so it was like a double whammy!!! At first, I thought what an idiot. Here I am a girl driving back to school not trying to make anyone mad. Then I just laughed, I mean, I didn't mind if he wanted to help clean my windshield even more.

I am a huge fan of Intervention, the show that comes on A&E to help all kinds of addicts get help and recover. Addiction hits home in my family. Before choosing nursing, I was torn between psychology as well. This semester I am in my psych clinical though, so that is great! I really enjoy hearing people opening up to me and explaining what's going on in their head. Well, there were 2 people on the show- a crystal meth & heroin addict and a man with severe OCD. OCD can really ruin a person's life without intervening with medicine and therapy. After the show, my roommated and I started talking about all the quirky things we do. For instance, it's hard for me to leave my house without checking everything from my hair straightener to the toaster to make sure they're unplugged. I can't walk out of the bathroom w/out the shower curtain being shut. Actually, if I'm at someone else's house, I will shut the curtain. Oops, I cannot help it! haha. I can't go to sleep if I can see through the blinds. They must be closed all the way, however, in the day, they must be open. I shut every drawer when I'm done. Pictures must be hung straight. I always put the toilet seat down immediately after using it. Don't worry, my roommate had some pet peeves of hers too, so I wasn't the only crazy one! I like to believe that all of this stems from Freud/Erikson's theories of personality. Trust vs Mistrust, Autonomy vs Shame/Doubt, Initiative vs Guilt. (I told you I was in my psych rotation, ha)

Anyway, I'm off to work on some school work. ...'til again

Dancing with 2 left feet

Sorry about all of the serious business last night....booooooo.

You know, I went a wedding this past weekend, and at the reception there was a jazzy/Motown band. They were great! You should have heard the lead singer doing "R-E-S-P-E-C-T". OOOO We. So, you know after some liquid confidence, I was cutting a rug the best I know how Motown style. Everyone was dancing so we were getting into it, or I was. Well, a girl walks by on the dance floor and says "You're doing good!!"...I looked at her like Whaaaaaaaaaat? Do I sense sarcasm or are you just feeling so good that you think I look like an exceptional dancer? I'll be honest, I'm not real coordinated. I don't' have good eye-ball coordination, so I never played sports with balls. I can't carry a tune. As a matter of fact, I don't even know what a tune is. Count the beats? What beats. I can't hear the beats. I consider myself a little better dancer than a person w/ 2 left feet, but they definitely wouldn't allow me on Dancing with the Stars. (let me get off track real quick; what about Mario Lopez practically owning that show, and the animal show where they do tricks!!-Man o Man, Saved by the Bell did Slater some good)....Back to me, I do love to sing though. It makes you feel so much better when you're having a great, sucky, or crazy day!

You know, I wash my hands at least 42x a day, and I say that almost honestly! Seems a little crazy, I know. Call me Monk or Jack Nicholson in that movie where he's scared of germs. I have to have a fan on at night. I don't like complete silence. I believe every girl should apply lotion after getting out of the shower. It will keep you youthful and soft. I love to sleep- I really do. I get really nervous when I'm ordering a restaurant, hell, even at fast food. Indecisive should be my middle name. Unsweet tea, water, or diet coke...Oh NO! I just don't know! I don't mind doing laundry because I enjoy the way the smell when they come out of the dryer. My closet is organized by summer-fall-winter-spring clothes, then style, pattern, color. I keep my black shoes on one side and my brown ones on other. I never wear brown and black together, however, I'll sport black with my wallabees every now and again. My favorite color is blue-green, aka turquoise. I would be robin's egg blue, though, if I was in the Crayola crayon box.

Throughout my education, I've taken 7 semesters of el espanol. It's very befitting since I'm 1/4 Mexi. I love to exercise my skills at any time or place. I stopped some Mexicans in the gas station because they were wearing soccer uniforms, which is sweet, so I asked them all about it. "Ohhh, el futbol, si?" I said. "Bueno suerte" I said. (Good luck!). I spoke to a Mexican at a restaurant one time, and after margaritas, I was ready to go on all night. At the end, I asked him if he could understand me. He said, Oh, I'm from Honduras. Everyone makes fun of me in the kitchen bc I don't speak their Spanish. I think to myself, you really just let me go on for 30 minutes, and you DIDN'T even understand me??!? HAHAH! Anyway, I do love to speak Spanish.

Have a good weekend, everyone!