Even though I’d rather not say where I was on Sunday, the pictures speak for themselves.
…If you speak Goa’uld.
And if you know what the hell I am referring to, then I probably saw you on Sunday. Drop a line! Say hi. I know you aren’t doing anything else.
And if this is your car, I hope its ok that I’ve expanded your love to the greater universe, if they be, receiving the message…
“kalach shal tek!”
You really need to know what you are looking at here. And it's a blue car.
Kind of obvious. Blue car.
Once a sci-freak always a sci-freak. But check out the BLUE ride!
I just noticed that all my pictures are of blue vehicles. I don’t know if that is a preferable color for science fiction drivers or just a coincidence. There were other cars with other plates; A black, square, scion-y vehicle, also with a StarGate Vanity Plate, but it was driving away when we were taking pictures. My friend Beth, the one who lured me into this dark world, ALSO has a blue car. Now, I’m not saying anything one way or another, but that does seem mighty suspicious now…
These are with the phone camera. I did bring the real, broken, dropped camera too, and I might have something on there. I think I got mind-melded or something because I can’t remember. Ha. I kid. Don’t suck out my brain.
I better hit the sack. I have a full day of school and I have to practice giving enema’s! What will YOU be doing tomorrow?
“shal met!”
By the way, the BF and I both have silver cars.
Street Money Update!
Nothing too exciting. More change on the way to school.
Two nickels and three pennies. Total of 13¢!
Little by little our fortune grows….
Well it’s getting a little thick around here (see below)
Let’s lighten it up with some obscene bus pictures!
The BF had to go to Detroit for work this week, and he gets to the hotel, and what is in the parking lot??
Girls Gone Wild! Or their bus anyway. Just a subtle paint job for traveling around the country (??) to generate interest I guess.
What are these girls wild for?? Hmmm…I can’t figure it out…
This is for the guys! You have to be out there! Tell your friends! This site has half-naked girls!!
FYI on the book stack…
That’s not even ALL the books you COULD buy. There’s more! These are the ones, for this semester, I felt I needed. The other recommended ones I am going to do without. We’ll see…
And since I’m on the subject of being all philosophical and thoughtful and embarking on the new path and all, here’s a poem that was in the front of my first nursing book I ever bought, way back in June (ha), and sadly, it tears me up. (tears=crying or tears=ripped up ??–it’s almost the same thing–but I meant crying—don’t judge!)
Being a Nurse Means…
You will never be bored,
You will always be frustrated,
You will be surrounded by challenges,
So much to do and so little time.
You will carry immense responsibility
And very little authority.
You will step into people’s lives,
And you will make a difference.
Some will bless you.
Some will curse you.
You will see people at their worst,
And at their best.
You will never cease to be amazed at people’s capacity
For love, courage, and endurance.
You will see life begin
and end.
You will experience resounding triumphs
And devastating failures.
You will cry a lot.
You will laugh a lot.
You will know what it is to be human
And to be humane.
—Melodie Chenevert, RN
It seems cheesy to say, but I keep it close, so I’ll know, and remember why.
(and i can’t wait to get started!)
Jump in the line!
Rock your body in time!
Oh no! I believe it!
Jump right in…start the body line… shake, shake, shake, Senora! Work it all the time!
I’m kind of making up words and moving them around. I am home from the first official day of school. Short and sweet. Serve it up and push me out the door. This. This. This. Test Monday. Skills Tuesday. See you tomorrow. Don’t be late. Two hours in, and the hand holding portion of the program is over.
I am exaggerating for dramatic and humorous effect. The teachers are all quite friendly and helpful, actually, but, they are not slowly walking us along the education path. They warned us of the fast pace, rapid start, rapid finish; fall behind and you might not be able to catch up. There just isn’t time. Time is fluid. Sometimes we forget when it thickens up. It’s really more like water, and it flows the same whether you are standing in it, sitting in it, swimming in it, being dragged along unmercifully by it, or drowning in it. Unless you cry for help, no one is going to hear you. And even if they do, no guarantee they can always save you. They might be able to get you out of it, but you won’t really be o.k.
But that is a little too much for the first day. I’ll save that little rumination for about, October, when I am failing the math test! Just kidding. Positive thoughts. (Not going where you think) I’m only taking it one week, one day, one class, one hour, at a time. Small doses. Even using a teaspoon eventually fills up the bowl. And my bowl is empty!!
So why the heck am I typing on this time wasting website?? Because I like it. And I need it. I need to put all the crazy thoughts somewhere so I can make room for the technical stuff I need to do a job and do it well. I don’t think this writing thing is going to pan out in the way that I had hoped and I only won $3 bucks on the Mega Millions and $2 on a scratch off, and that’s the most we have won on lottery in like, two years.
So this is my future. I will be busy with school, in 16 week chunks, for the next two years. But I’ll still try to post to keep updated and sane. (You should subscribe to me! Top right column…and you won’t miss any of the fun. And you can comment and give me encouragement and make me feel warm and fuzzy!)
In about 20 minutes, when my daughter gets home, we will be going to the store to get me a detailed schedule planner, for the minute day-to-day things I need to do (tests/skills/exercise–yes, I still do it, just don’t talk about it as much—next race is Labor Day!) anyhoo…we need groceries and breakfast food and cash for my son’s gym uniform and sports physical….it seems kind of scattery right? (Run on sentence anyone???) But I have already done laundry and cleaned the house and did the dishes, prepped for dinner and bedtime…I am never more productive than when I have less time for the tasks planned.
Here is a picture of a nurse coffee mug I was given 2 years ago when I started this mess. (Thank you Nancy!!) I tentatively bring it out now in anticipation of success. I am normally superstitious about cart-before-the-horse and all that, but what the hell. I have to pass. Failure is not an option for me.
I also threw in the picture with all the books I was told I would need for the first semester. Semester. 16 weeks. Hey! You keep them, FOREVER! And if you are like me, you’d want to know this too:
Height of books: 17 inches
Weight of books: 42.4 lbs.
You never have to bring them all anywhere, (so they say) but I still think it’s interesting to know the stats.
You can't see it exactly, but it's about 16" tall. AND I forgot a book! I took its picture all by itself. So that brings the total to 17".
The missing book from the pile. I included it in the weight though. I should have taken a picture of the scale! I'm not going to now because I don't feel like moving all those books again. Too heavy. Too many.
just shy of pretty 