Cool Word of the Day! Special Edition (!)
It’s a two-for-one day! And it’s dedicated to my daughter, so that she will never again get the two words mixed up!
Cataract: (noun)
Has two separate, distinct definitions. The pathological, that most every one knows, Stevie, ahem, I’m looking at you ; )
and then another, regular one, that I was unaware of. See, learn something new everyday!
Definition: Opacity of the lens or capsule of the eye, causing total or partial blindness.
Definition 2: A huge downpour or waterfall.
Interesting.
And this is the special word that Stevie keeps mistaking for the first:
Chloroplast: (noun)
Definition: An organelle present in algae and plant cells that contains chlorophyll and is involved in photosynthesis.
You probably don’t want one of those in your eye!
I love you, my sweetie-fish, ><Ò)ε
Mom (That’s supposed to look like a fish kissing–it’s a stretch–just roll with it!)
My mom looking cool.
This is her, in her fancy cataract sunglasses, that she has to wear, for five days, whenever she goes outside. Direct orders from the doctors office. She says they’re annoying, but I think she secretly likes them. And she gave me permission to post her picture. Looking sharp lady!
Street Money Update!
My favorite sunglasses that I have been wearing to death for the last year or so, maybe two, broke unrepairably the other day taking my mom to the cataract doctor. She’s fine, the glasses had to be buried.
Went to the mall to get a new pair from my favorite cheap place, Shades of Summer Too (the first shop is ok but the ones I like are in number “too”.) These are not stores. They’re kiosks in the middle of the mall halls. Not to be confused with Sunglass Hut. I tried to find a link online, but couldn’t. I did research for real! The places are small and you can get one pair for $15 or two for $25 (It used to be 10 and 20, but you know, the economy, blah, blah, blah.)
Anyway, the point here is that I brought the old ones, matched up the new ones, which weren’t exact, but that I like better actually, and found some loose change in the process. To finally get around to the main point.
One cent, completely fair, just laying on the floor.
Two more cents, that I saw a man drop, because it fell out of his pockets, reaching in to get bigger change, to buy candy from one of those independent-standing-turnstile-type-candy machines that you would see outside of a K-Mart, for his small child. I tried to get the money for him and give it back, but he waved me off. I left it, very universally and fairly, laying where it landed. We had to go right past it to get out of the mall so I said (to the BF and myself) that if it was still there, THEN I would pick it up. It was. And I did.
Then I found two more cents at the 7-11. One in the parking lot and one in the store. The pennies to my fortune. I was there buying lottery tickets. Mega Millions is like, or was, like, 146 million. $146,000,000. Since I haven’t actually checked the numbers today, I suppose I could be filthy, stinking, rich right now and not even know it. Wouldn’t my face be red talking about 5¢, when I have all that money. But I guess you would never know. What would I do? Just never post again? Post about all the things I am doing from everywhere? Or just leave a nice, simple, “Won the Lottery! Have a nice life!” That might work. But, I have to think to myself, isn’t waking up every day and living my life with good health, happiness, my kids and the BF and my family, well, golly, isn’t that just like winning the lottery on a daily basis?? I will stop now.
And fyi, I didn’t win from the other day either. In case I posted, and in case you care. The internet world is still stuck with me.
This is the total for the year in case you forgot why you were looking at this. Toodles.
So they say the nursing shortage is over. WHA-AH-AA-T ?!?!?
That's what this fish looks like it's saying! It looks surprised.
For now.
I love how my career choice (finally made after years of hazy plans for the future, AND three years of prerequisite education) has coincided with the fact that I still won’t get a job!
Thanks to the recession. All the retired nurses have come back to the work place to cover for their husbands and families who have lost their jobs. Hospitals aren’t hiring. Medical places are trying to get by with what they have on staff already. But people keep getting sick. People keep going to the hospital whether they want to or not.
I dramatize for effect. In the next paragraphs of all these doom news stories, they go on to say that most nurses will go back into retirement after the pressure is off, and there will be even more nurses leaving the field in the next 10 years, just because it’s their time. And that’s where all us newbies come in. Someone has to cover the exiters. So I am still moving forward with no fear.
I just thought it was kind of funny to read this early on Saturday morning and only one week before I start full time nursing school!
Now back to our regularly scheduled posting.
Bonus Cool Word! because I like to confuse myself, and I need this word typed out to understand.
Existential (adjective)
Definition: Relating to existence, living or occurring; Based on experience.
Thereby, Existentialism (noun)
Definition: A philosophy that emphasizes the absence of supernatural authority and the freedom of and responsibility of the individual in a universe that lacks essential meaning; Randomness of the universe.
The problem I have here, is that I believe in the randomness of the universe, but not in the idea that things like a solid, physical object can suddenly appear with NO explanation at all. Even if the explanation is that there is no explanation.
Confusing? I know. That’s my brain right now. Which means I have to stop. That’s what those philosophy courses are for at the big universities! My brain is going into shut down and I need it to drive my mom back to the doc for her eye check in a few hours. I’m going to go take a shower and watch TV. Hot water and television will restore all the brain cells I need to complete my day. Ciao. Internationale!
Mystery Solved! Weird Shit Update!
Sorry if this takes away the whole existential aspect to the universe, but I think most crazy shit has some basis in reality and here is my small slice of explanation.
(It may provide more explanation if you think you want it! And you’ll feel better about that swear word in the headline!)
This was the mystery:
This is the mystery solved:
It’s from a racquetball glove. Why these little rubber things are on there is the REAL mystery. The BF says decoration. Must be, because they serve no other purpose. You don’t use the top of the glove for anything as far as I know. In fact, the glove looks better without that “decoration”. Now those loop things just irritate me when I see them. That’s the lesson here. Sometimes things should just STAY a mystery.
Cool Word of the Day!
Decimate (verb)
Definition: To destroy or kill a large proportion of; To select by lot and kill one in every ten of.
I didn’t really think it would turn out
The deer pictures. I have two, well, I have about a hundred pictures, that upon closer inspection on the big screen are composed of a lot of grass, trees, leaves, shrubs, weeds, and sky shots, with a small, blurry, deer-shaped smudge in the center, or off to the side, or at the bottom. Just your basic professional camera-phone, nature-photo photography. It’s mostly crap.
But this came out pretty good. I’ll only bore you with one, because the other one looks just like this except the deer might have tilted his/her head ever-so-slightly to the left. (Nope, actually, I change that thought—one below—one above, if that isn’t confusing enough) I notice the change in color too, now that I have it here. One seems darker and more natural. Almost the same shot, from the same distance, from the same spot on the trail. All I had to wait for in between was my phone to save the picture.
And all you thought you were getting was long, rambling stories about nothing and here it’s a (could be) college-level (generous) type discussion on the technical and and artistic capabilities of camera phone technology. I am sure I can make up any number of time-frame-exposure-light sentences for you to read and we can all feel extra smart during our day today!
But, it’s the usual, simple, at my favorite running trail, deers so close they are trying to jump on me! See past post for THAT exciting story! Even the babies are bigger than you want bumping into you!
Street Money Update!
I was running. Doing my five miles around the neighborhood. Trying for my goal of under an hour. And just as I am on the last block, the VERY last block until I round the corner to my house, there on the ground: penny.
Check the watch: 58 minutes, 45 seconds…forget it…too close. I can make it if I don’t stop. It’s just one penny anyway.
15 strides later: Another penny! Poop! Still, I can’t stop.
15 more strides: Dime! Near the sewer hole in a crack. Ok, I am in the 59 minute range now. I have one minute to get to my house. I know I can do it. I tell myself I’ll go back. For my cool down walk I’ll go back up the street the opposite way and pick up the change. It’s only 2 blocks over.
Satisfied, I pick up the pace: Another penny!! This street has not been scavenged in a long time!
Keep going though. Get to the corner, sprint the block ends and turn onto my street. Run, run, run! Oh yeah! Pass my driveway, stop the watch, try to breathe without throwing up! One hour, 15 seconds. I consider it a success because I got stopped at a main intersection with stoplights for at least 30 seconds to a minute, two times (my run is a circle), so technically it would have been under.
So I go take my stroll, lots of people are out on the block. I slowly walk around, head down, in the street, looking for that change. That’s kind of weird I suppose, but everyone has their hobbies. And I managed to find it all!
The count was 13¢. Not bad for a little exercise.
See you on the next run!
just shy of pretty 