Thanksgiving is almost here! Yippee do da day! Everyone tends to forget about this glorious holiday! They go from Oct 31 to Dec 25 in one day. Give it a rest. Let's enjoy turkey, stuffing, and cranberry sauce before we start jingling bells. I'm enjoying my Pumpkin Spice coffee right now from Starbucks. Yum! My fav. Pumpkin pie, pumpkin pie coffee creamer, egg nog, etc. I love it all, even pumpkin seeds.
Last week, I put in a good 56 hours of work, clinical, & school-estimating, of course. What will I ever do as a nurse? Either 3 12s or 7 8s. So I could work 3 days and be off for 4 or work 7, off 7. Both have their pros/cons. I'm still loving my job- probably attaching myself too much to the children, especially the ones that have been there for a long time.
Clinical last Friday consisted of little 'ole me in the back of a rescue truck for the fire department. The first call we received ended up being a code!!! I actually assisted in saving a life, which is rewarding! I was in control of the ambu bag for 20+ minutes! (Silly that I'm so excited!) I was so scared, but couldn't really show my nerves in front all these medics/firemen. It was an intense moment, I tell you. I accidentally let the four letter s word slip! It was under my breath, but the ambu bag came unhooked from the tube! I freaked out for a mini-second...then had to freak out that my language was inappropriate. Only one guy heard me, and he was a Donny Wahlberg look-a-like (meaning I didn't feel too bad b/c I just thought of New Kids on the Block!) He laughed as I apologized 32x, telling him not to tell anyone I said that! Hahha. The patient revived, thank goodness!
Pun Pun Pun. Oh, how I love thee. I thrive off of getting a pun in whenever I can during conversation. It's so gratifying that my brain can think of things so fast because I've never been that girl with the good comebacks. Growing up, I was probably more like the 'sticks and stones may break my bones, but words will never hurt me ...blah blah"- knowing I over analyzed anything that could be the least bit critical! We were talking about 'boils' the other day. In the medical setting, mind you, no dignity, pride, shame is allowed. Words that would humiliate you to say become frequent vocabulary. Well, questions were being asked about the 'boil', so I spat off with, "Well, what it all boils down to..." Hahahahhahahah. Please laugh because that pun, my dear, is HILARIOUS!
GRACE is a word never used to describe me. No one has ever said I was graceful, nor have I ever thought of myself as graceful. You know, you dress all up, look like the classy lady you are, and then...you get toothpaste on your dress or deodorant on the side of your sweater. However, I will say that I never get spinach in my teeth, which is the 'ideal' embarrassment, right? Garbage sometimes flows from my mouth, and I want to shove it all back in instantly. Foot in mouth is a big problem of mine. Here goes:
In the wonderful world of Facebook, we all become a little overzealous, I shall say. We start finalizing relationships by our relationship status, comparing pictures from the weekend, and find out the latest gossip. I can recall a time of not knowing a girl that well, but we were looking at some Facebook pictures. There were a few of us joining in. She wants to show me the guy she likes and his new 'girl'. She shows me a picture, and I reassure her not to worry, that she's way prettier. Before I can get a full respiration in, she says, "That is me. I've just dyed my hair." Perfect, just perfect. Really, Megan? I was just playing by the rules. # 1- always make the girl feel better about herself! I try to say "OHHH, yeah, sorry, I couldn't really see the picture that well! You look good with brown hair."!!!! Hahah.
My roommate and I are going GREEN! Yay! We recycle all cardboard! (And I do mean all cardboard!) Some examples of boxes we recycle come from: Dt. Coke, Hot pockets, Dove bar soap, crackers, shoe boxes, cereal, Velveeta cheese, paper towel rolls an occasional brand of beer:), etc. MG even put a Milk Dud from our Halloween candy box in the pile! Hahah. We're a little overboard, but that's basically how I am in everything. We tried cans and plastic, but that's just kind of gross to have sitting in your apt. We'll try though. I hope all you guys are trying to recycle too!
I'm off to the state where everything is bigger! Texas here I come for 5 days! I cannot wait! I'm going for a wedding with my mom and grandma. Thank goodness I just updated my iPOD because 18hrs is a looooooong ride with the relatives! JK, but really. My grandma refuses to fly, which I respect because I'm not a huge fan either.
Did I ever tell you guys about the time I left my keys in ATL, and they had to be FedExed to me? It took 5 days, when it should have only taken 2. I noticed half way through our ride home. For some quirky reason, I took them out of my purse because we were going to a concert, and put them in a drawer. First of all, my car wasn't even there. Second, why would someone want to steal my keys? Third, of course, I forgot them. One time, I ordered some clothes from Forever21, my beloved. Being the bargain shopper that I am, I ended up w/ 5 dresses, sunglasses, & a cute shirt for $70!! Tell me that's not a deal! So much of a deal that the package never made it into my hands!! I waited on this package a.m. & p.m. so thrilled of my deal and all the weddings/showers/graduations coming up! Two wks after it's supposed to be arrival date, I track it with UPS. Oh, it's arrived at my apartment, and ended in some one's hands. You recall the roommate disaster, I hope. Needless to say, I never saw the dresses, and it took 2 months to get the money back. Some person or people are walking around in my clothes! AH! What thieves! I was devastated because I looking so forward to my purchase! Another hideous mail story: when I began my job, my first pay check was supposed to be a live check, meaning it was not direct deposit. Well, somehow, I get thrown in the handful of checks that get mailed out for some odd reason that month. A week later, no check, no mulah for me. I call pay roll, they tell me they can't cut me a check because it's a off week. Off week? Cut me a check-I'm in college!! The check was never received in the mail! Does the US Postal Service have it out for me or what?!?! To top it off, I had actually already received my 2nd check by the time they gave me my 1st check!!! I had to become a little testy with the pay roll lady. It being the 5th of the month, and my rent was due! I'm working on being more assertive though because that kind of stuff does not need to happen!
I need to hit the sack! Night!
Monday, November 17, 2008
Tuesday, November 11, 2008
Is it 855 or Is it 955?
This whole time change has got me all messed up! I can't decide what time it is or what time I want it to be. I feel really bad for people with seasonal depression or Sundowner's Syndrome. I don't like for it to be dark and gloomy; I can only imagine how they feel. Fall is a time in which I wish I lived in Maine or Massachusetts or Maryland...well, just any M-state in the northeast because of the leaf changing. North Alabama is a pretty ride, but I want to visit wherever they filmed Stepmom with Julia Roberts & Susan Sarandon. Wow...beautiful scenery. I sure bet Arizona feels out not gaining an extra hour of sleep for Daylight savings. Even more so because McCain isn't president. Ha. Dang! I keep trying to forget about it!
I'm in love with the kids I work with. If I wasn't so germophobic-obsessive-compulsive, I could start up a home for these little sick kids. I love them! I may be a little too attached, but that's better than being detached, you know? I'm learning/seeing a lot. I got excited today about moving a patient in a neck brace. I know it's silly and simple, but doing something in lab is so different than the real thing, especially when it's such a little human being.
Naturally we all have a soft spot for sick children. Most would say you need that special touch. Call me ethnocentric, but battling cancer from age 10-16ish, myself, shows me that kids are way more resilient. Preparing a 10 year old for surgery can go over much better than a 45yr old man stuck in his ways. I survived because I rolled with the punches and did what I was told. I would have taken the pain in my family's eyes in a heartbeat because their expressions were far worse than mine. I see that in so many of the brave little soldiers at the hospital. We know no different as children. I had experienced 8 years of life. I wasn't looking back saying, "I remember when..." As far as I knew, this was normal. By no means am I dusting off a child's illness. Just don't forget that they are resilient, much more than I could ever be now.
Fears. Phobias. Some genetic. Some acquired. My fear of vampires=acquired. I caught the scary parts of Interview with the Vampire, and that was all she wrote. Even Buffy and the Vampire did me in. AH! I slept on my back for three years in the middle of my twin bed with the covers wrapped as snugly as possible around my neck. Those vampires weren't getting me! I can remember even considering snatching up my Grandma's garlic gloves from her carport to hang on my bedpost. That's severe! Werewolves...even worse! Don't ever let your children watch Silver Bullet. A Priest at day, werewolf by night. Who thinks of these sick things?! I would watch my blinds at night praying that the werewolf would not jump through. What would praying do? The werewolf was a Priest!! hahah! Just kidding!!!!
I'll have nightmares tonight from reliving these horrid memories via my blog.
You know, when I don't look at the keyboard, I can type like a maniac. My GWAM is like 652 wpm (words per minute!!) However, as soon I even glance at my fingers I hit the backspace 112x out of that 652. Curazzzzzzzzy.
I'm tired. I'm living the life as a real adult this week...pulling 8 hour shifts all week between work, clinical, and class. Please, don't applaud.
I'm in love with the kids I work with. If I wasn't so germophobic-obsessive-compulsive, I could start up a home for these little sick kids. I love them! I may be a little too attached, but that's better than being detached, you know? I'm learning/seeing a lot. I got excited today about moving a patient in a neck brace. I know it's silly and simple, but doing something in lab is so different than the real thing, especially when it's such a little human being.
Naturally we all have a soft spot for sick children. Most would say you need that special touch. Call me ethnocentric, but battling cancer from age 10-16ish, myself, shows me that kids are way more resilient. Preparing a 10 year old for surgery can go over much better than a 45yr old man stuck in his ways. I survived because I rolled with the punches and did what I was told. I would have taken the pain in my family's eyes in a heartbeat because their expressions were far worse than mine. I see that in so many of the brave little soldiers at the hospital. We know no different as children. I had experienced 8 years of life. I wasn't looking back saying, "I remember when..." As far as I knew, this was normal. By no means am I dusting off a child's illness. Just don't forget that they are resilient, much more than I could ever be now.
Fears. Phobias. Some genetic. Some acquired. My fear of vampires=acquired. I caught the scary parts of Interview with the Vampire, and that was all she wrote. Even Buffy and the Vampire did me in. AH! I slept on my back for three years in the middle of my twin bed with the covers wrapped as snugly as possible around my neck. Those vampires weren't getting me! I can remember even considering snatching up my Grandma's garlic gloves from her carport to hang on my bedpost. That's severe! Werewolves...even worse! Don't ever let your children watch Silver Bullet. A Priest at day, werewolf by night. Who thinks of these sick things?! I would watch my blinds at night praying that the werewolf would not jump through. What would praying do? The werewolf was a Priest!! hahah! Just kidding!!!!
I'll have nightmares tonight from reliving these horrid memories via my blog.
You know, when I don't look at the keyboard, I can type like a maniac. My GWAM is like 652 wpm (words per minute!!) However, as soon I even glance at my fingers I hit the backspace 112x out of that 652. Curazzzzzzzzy.
I'm tired. I'm living the life as a real adult this week...pulling 8 hour shifts all week between work, clinical, and class. Please, don't applaud.
Friday, November 7, 2008
The Lamp of Learning...
Hello again.
Here I am, my first Friday off in a while. I attempted sleeping in, but my circadian rhythm is set at about 522-636a.m., so I woke up at 723a. I haven't really been sleeping well, though. The other night I woke up at 1159p in a frantic thinking I was late, then again at 155a and 400a. I will admit my bed feels more comfortable than it ever has before! OMG- I crawled in on Sunday night after a long week, and the comfortableness was so surreal. It's not like I haven't been sleeping on this bed for months now, but I've grown a new appreciation for it this week!
Politics-Smolitics. Yeah, yeah. Barack Obama is our President. Okay. May the 361+/- Electoral College votes prove me wrong. As we all know, politics is a sensitive subject, and it's iffy to bring it up. Well, if someone else brings it up to me, I will rebuttal, exercising my 1st Amendment. You know why? ...because I have not been given one legitimate reason for voting for Obama. All I've heard is, "It's time for a change." HELLO-any new president will be a change.
I went home to vote because I was worried my absentee ballot wouldn't come in time. Plus, I hadn't been home in 2+ months and was missing my roots. It was my first go at this voting thing since I was a month shy of 18 for Bush-Kerry, and the whole mix up of being registered in 2 places at once. I went in there, standing tall, praying everyone was voting for McCain. We have the paper ballots where you complete the arrow. (If you watched the news, you saw that West Palm Beach were having discrepancies with those arrows. They weren't sure how to feel them out. IDIOTS. There's an example at the top!! Go FL!!) Anyway, I stared at my ballot for which seemed like eternity, just frightened that my hand would somehow fill in the arrow for Obama-Biden, and that they wouldn't give me another ballot! After rechecking it 47 times, I completed my first ballot!!!!!!
Then, I run to Verizon to pick up a car charger. I run into the biggest jock football player from high school. Small talk...blah blah. Then, he asks who I voted for. Why dude? It was none of his business, but spreading my McCain-Palin love, I told him.
"McCain!?" (as if in shock) "Why not Barack Obama?"
"Because I'm not a democrat."
"OH, you must have that money, then?"
"No, that's a common misconception."
"Look at you writing that check."
Really, guy? I'm writing a check because I don't even have 20 bucks in cash. That doesn't indicate wealth.
"Actually, I just don't want to live in a socialist country."
"Aw naw, I'm not mad at you."
I'm thinking I don't care what you think. You're ignorant. Republicans are not full of all this money. Like we're running down the street throwing it in the air yelling "I've got money!!" We believe in working hard to get where we do, and come by it honestly.
This is why I can't keep my mouth shut anymore. People are SOOO mislead. I'm doing my part by trying to teach/advocate/persuade (hah...jk!)
At clinical the other day, I had a man who was a combat medic. He was laughing at us for using gloves for cholesterol checks because they never used them in Iraq. Granted, he was in the heat of the moment and didn't have time to don gloves, but I'm watching out for me! You would amazed at the grown men who were afraid of lancets. "I hate needles. Please don't hurt me." (I'm not mocking them, just surprised.) Needless to say, most of them told me they couldn't even feel it! Yeauh! Anyway, I thanked this militant for serving for our country. He asked if I vote yesterday. "Yes, of course, but it didn't do me that good." (Sorry, I was a little bitter!)
He comments back, "At least you're exercising the right that I fight to give you." Aw, it gives me chills thinking about it. That's what people forget. Thanks to these men & women of all ages that fight for us and the good of humankind. We look after another because we care, as we should. I thanked him again.
I would like for you guys to always thank anyone in uniform or who serves our country.
The time I learned to take the initiative:
One weekend as a little squirt, my dad decided to teach my sister and I initiative. That, or he was just too lazy to pick up the garbage! Jk Dad.
In the living room, there was a piece of garbage on the floor. I'm wondering where my mom was because she would not have allowed it to sit there. I'm pretty positive it sat there from Saturday to Sunday. We all walked past it a million times. Who finally picked it up?! Me. Duh. So then dad goes off on this tangent on how he was testing us to take the initiative. Whether he really was or not, I've always picked garbage off the floor from then on. At work, I constantly pick up things to throw away. I would be fantastic at community service! Hahha...let's hope that never happens!
Last Friday was not my night...as if any night is.
I wasn't completely dressed in my Halloween costume, so I asked my friend to run in the gas station for me. After about 2.6 minutes, my credit card is lost. Oh great! We search high and low. I have to rush home, cancel my card. ...And if you've ever tried to report a card/cancel one, they always ask for the card #! Really?! How can I give you the card # w/out the card! After 40+ minutes, I cancel it. We drive to my friends house for a Halloween party. I lock my keys, purse, cell phone in my car. Luckily she had Triple A. 2 hrs later, we go downtown. My friend says we don't have to pay to park because it's night time even though we see people paying. A few hours later, we return to the car with a BOOT on it! AH! Somebody break a piece off the Kit Kat bar! Cut me a break! They didn't take checks, so my friend had to pay. Actually, he kind of deserved to pay because he lost my card! Hahha..
Anyway, I should end this novel. I have much more to say! I'll try to write some more this week!
Love!
Here I am, my first Friday off in a while. I attempted sleeping in, but my circadian rhythm is set at about 522-636a.m., so I woke up at 723a. I haven't really been sleeping well, though. The other night I woke up at 1159p in a frantic thinking I was late, then again at 155a and 400a. I will admit my bed feels more comfortable than it ever has before! OMG- I crawled in on Sunday night after a long week, and the comfortableness was so surreal. It's not like I haven't been sleeping on this bed for months now, but I've grown a new appreciation for it this week!
Politics-Smolitics. Yeah, yeah. Barack Obama is our President. Okay. May the 361+/- Electoral College votes prove me wrong. As we all know, politics is a sensitive subject, and it's iffy to bring it up. Well, if someone else brings it up to me, I will rebuttal, exercising my 1st Amendment. You know why? ...because I have not been given one legitimate reason for voting for Obama. All I've heard is, "It's time for a change." HELLO-any new president will be a change.
I went home to vote because I was worried my absentee ballot wouldn't come in time. Plus, I hadn't been home in 2+ months and was missing my roots. It was my first go at this voting thing since I was a month shy of 18 for Bush-Kerry, and the whole mix up of being registered in 2 places at once. I went in there, standing tall, praying everyone was voting for McCain. We have the paper ballots where you complete the arrow. (If you watched the news, you saw that West Palm Beach were having discrepancies with those arrows. They weren't sure how to feel them out. IDIOTS. There's an example at the top!! Go FL!!) Anyway, I stared at my ballot for which seemed like eternity, just frightened that my hand would somehow fill in the arrow for Obama-Biden, and that they wouldn't give me another ballot! After rechecking it 47 times, I completed my first ballot!!!!!!
Then, I run to Verizon to pick up a car charger. I run into the biggest jock football player from high school. Small talk...blah blah. Then, he asks who I voted for. Why dude? It was none of his business, but spreading my McCain-Palin love, I told him.
"McCain!?" (as if in shock) "Why not Barack Obama?"
"Because I'm not a democrat."
"OH, you must have that money, then?"
"No, that's a common misconception."
"Look at you writing that check."
Really, guy? I'm writing a check because I don't even have 20 bucks in cash. That doesn't indicate wealth.
"Actually, I just don't want to live in a socialist country."
"Aw naw, I'm not mad at you."
I'm thinking I don't care what you think. You're ignorant. Republicans are not full of all this money. Like we're running down the street throwing it in the air yelling "I've got money!!" We believe in working hard to get where we do, and come by it honestly.
This is why I can't keep my mouth shut anymore. People are SOOO mislead. I'm doing my part by trying to teach/advocate/persuade (hah...jk!)
At clinical the other day, I had a man who was a combat medic. He was laughing at us for using gloves for cholesterol checks because they never used them in Iraq. Granted, he was in the heat of the moment and didn't have time to don gloves, but I'm watching out for me! You would amazed at the grown men who were afraid of lancets. "I hate needles. Please don't hurt me." (I'm not mocking them, just surprised.) Needless to say, most of them told me they couldn't even feel it! Yeauh! Anyway, I thanked this militant for serving for our country. He asked if I vote yesterday. "Yes, of course, but it didn't do me that good." (Sorry, I was a little bitter!)
He comments back, "At least you're exercising the right that I fight to give you." Aw, it gives me chills thinking about it. That's what people forget. Thanks to these men & women of all ages that fight for us and the good of humankind. We look after another because we care, as we should. I thanked him again.
I would like for you guys to always thank anyone in uniform or who serves our country.
The time I learned to take the initiative:
One weekend as a little squirt, my dad decided to teach my sister and I initiative. That, or he was just too lazy to pick up the garbage! Jk Dad.
In the living room, there was a piece of garbage on the floor. I'm wondering where my mom was because she would not have allowed it to sit there. I'm pretty positive it sat there from Saturday to Sunday. We all walked past it a million times. Who finally picked it up?! Me. Duh. So then dad goes off on this tangent on how he was testing us to take the initiative. Whether he really was or not, I've always picked garbage off the floor from then on. At work, I constantly pick up things to throw away. I would be fantastic at community service! Hahha...let's hope that never happens!
Last Friday was not my night...as if any night is.
I wasn't completely dressed in my Halloween costume, so I asked my friend to run in the gas station for me. After about 2.6 minutes, my credit card is lost. Oh great! We search high and low. I have to rush home, cancel my card. ...And if you've ever tried to report a card/cancel one, they always ask for the card #! Really?! How can I give you the card # w/out the card! After 40+ minutes, I cancel it. We drive to my friends house for a Halloween party. I lock my keys, purse, cell phone in my car. Luckily she had Triple A. 2 hrs later, we go downtown. My friend says we don't have to pay to park because it's night time even though we see people paying. A few hours later, we return to the car with a BOOT on it! AH! Somebody break a piece off the Kit Kat bar! Cut me a break! They didn't take checks, so my friend had to pay. Actually, he kind of deserved to pay because he lost my card! Hahha..
Anyway, I should end this novel. I have much more to say! I'll try to write some more this week!
Love!
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
Like an Elephant, eh?
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!
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 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.
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