Since it is Thanksgiving, I figure I should post something about thankfulness.
1) Jesus. Without Him I can do nothing.
2) Family. Without them I would be lonely.
3) Friends. Without them I would also be lonely.
4) Student loans. I mentioned this at dinner tonight and everyone hemmed and hawed at it. But really, without the loan, I would not be able to go to my fancy private school, and live in my nice apartment, and eat, and have internet and tv.
5) My mother working solely to pay off my student loans. I don't know if she realizes how much I appreciate that. I'll build her a house on my 100 acres when I get rich.
6) My roommate Kaywa. Even though we do and see things differently all the time, I really like living with her.
7) That school ends in 2 weeks!!! I'm tired of exams and papers.
8) My car. See last post for the explanation.
9) My friends who have babies. I get jealous sometimes, I admit it, but thanks for letting me hold them sometimes.
10) The cold weather. It is conducive to studying, and it reminds me that even if I mess up, there will always be a spring time. Cheesy I know, but I like cheese, and I need to be reminded that this isn't the end of the world.
There is probably more, but that is all I can think of now.
"Give thanks unto the LORD, call upon his name, make known his deeds among the people." 1 Chronicles 16:8
Thursday, November 25, 2010
Saturday, November 20, 2010
I'm in love with
My car.
She sooooo pretty and cute and the nicest car I've ever had.
Sometimes she needs some TLC though.
When I went home a couple of weeks ago, she made a funny noise that scared Mother.
I ended up leaving her there and taking my Mother's car to school. The noise apparently was nothing, but she got some new sway bars and an oil change.
Now having driven my Mother's car around for almost 3 weeks now, I can say that I really love my car.
In my car, I can get the air conditioning to blow at exactly the right place on me and at the right temperature. My Mother's car is too hot or too cold.
My Mother's car makes the driver look like a mom, which is fine for my Mother, but not for me.
The interior of my car is gray, Mother's is tan. I blew up a yogurt in my car a couple of weeks ago, and you can't even tell (which is funny because yogurt is white and the car interior is gray, but whatevs).
One thing though, Mother's car is a V6, my is a V4. People don't even say V4. Nobody goes around bragging about their new car that has a V4 engine. I like to drive fast.
Nonetheless, I like my car better.
Did I ever tell you the story behind getting my car?
No.
Well thank you for asking.
It is a wet and dreary Tuesday night. We were going to Connecticut to visit family for Thanksgiving. All four of us were piled into the Mini Van along with allllllllll the stuff we needed to spend 4 days there (Which is a lot of stuff).
There was a bad accident on the highway and we out off the inner loop to get on the outer loop (or vise versa, I don't know my geography of D.C./Maryland/Virginia very well).
Anyway, on the road the car just stopped. We had enough momentum to get to the side of the road, thank God. And I called AAA. They came and took us to the Honda dealer. It was just about 9pm and they were just about to close, but they stayed open for us.
The special of the week was, drum roll please, my car.
We bought it. No loan either. My mother had been saving all her money from working. And she bought me a car. How sweet.
Well, I don't know how funny it is, but I'm going home on Tuesday for Thanksgiving and going to trade back cars with my Mother. Do you see it? I got my car on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, and I'm going to get my car back on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, weird.
"He shall receive the blessing from the LORD, and righteousness from the God of his salvation." Psalm 24:5
She sooooo pretty and cute and the nicest car I've ever had.
Sometimes she needs some TLC though.
When I went home a couple of weeks ago, she made a funny noise that scared Mother.
I ended up leaving her there and taking my Mother's car to school. The noise apparently was nothing, but she got some new sway bars and an oil change.
Now having driven my Mother's car around for almost 3 weeks now, I can say that I really love my car.
In my car, I can get the air conditioning to blow at exactly the right place on me and at the right temperature. My Mother's car is too hot or too cold.
My Mother's car makes the driver look like a mom, which is fine for my Mother, but not for me.
The interior of my car is gray, Mother's is tan. I blew up a yogurt in my car a couple of weeks ago, and you can't even tell (which is funny because yogurt is white and the car interior is gray, but whatevs).
One thing though, Mother's car is a V6, my is a V4. People don't even say V4. Nobody goes around bragging about their new car that has a V4 engine. I like to drive fast.
Nonetheless, I like my car better.
Did I ever tell you the story behind getting my car?
No.
Well thank you for asking.
It is a wet and dreary Tuesday night. We were going to Connecticut to visit family for Thanksgiving. All four of us were piled into the Mini Van along with allllllllll the stuff we needed to spend 4 days there (Which is a lot of stuff).
There was a bad accident on the highway and we out off the inner loop to get on the outer loop (or vise versa, I don't know my geography of D.C./Maryland/Virginia very well).
Anyway, on the road the car just stopped. We had enough momentum to get to the side of the road, thank God. And I called AAA. They came and took us to the Honda dealer. It was just about 9pm and they were just about to close, but they stayed open for us.
The special of the week was, drum roll please, my car.
We bought it. No loan either. My mother had been saving all her money from working. And she bought me a car. How sweet.
Well, I don't know how funny it is, but I'm going home on Tuesday for Thanksgiving and going to trade back cars with my Mother. Do you see it? I got my car on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, and I'm going to get my car back on the Tuesday before Thanksgiving, weird.
"He shall receive the blessing from the LORD, and righteousness from the God of his salvation." Psalm 24:5
Monday, November 15, 2010
I wore my lucky underwear today.
For my big ATI psych/mental health test.
I shaved my legs last night. Straightened my hair this morning. Wore my nice jeans and my cute sweater. Washed my new green tank top. And wore my sparkly shoes. I even wore lipstick. Because I think that if you look good and feel good, you will do good/well.
I was ready to take over the world this morning. And I succeeded. I passed my test and have a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Super happy I don't have to retake it. I might have cried if I hadn't, not because of the grade, but because its annoying.
Some of those questions were really confusing. It seemed like two answers were right for each question. But what is MORE right.
Thank God for wisdom.
"But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, [and] easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy." James 3:17
I shaved my legs last night. Straightened my hair this morning. Wore my nice jeans and my cute sweater. Washed my new green tank top. And wore my sparkly shoes. I even wore lipstick. Because I think that if you look good and feel good, you will do good/well.
I was ready to take over the world this morning. And I succeeded. I passed my test and have a huge weight lifted off my shoulders. Super happy I don't have to retake it. I might have cried if I hadn't, not because of the grade, but because its annoying.
Some of those questions were really confusing. It seemed like two answers were right for each question. But what is MORE right.
Thank God for wisdom.
"But the wisdom that is from above is first pure, then peaceable, gentle, [and] easy to be intreated, full of mercy and good fruits, without partiality, and without hypocrisy." James 3:17
Sunday, November 14, 2010
It is not a secret anymore
My parents did this to me on purpose. I know they did.
Between my Father's hairy-ness and my Mother's dark hairy-ness, I am a goldmine for waxing salons and home waxing kits.
I'm thinking you are surprised that I am writing about this, but you had to know that my luscious, beautiful locks had a down side too.
About 15 minutes ago, I tried to wax my chin. No joke. The operative word in the sentence before the last was tried.
I have this nice little waxing strips that you are just supposed to rub between your hands to warm up and the stick them on your bod and pull them off.
I did this. Kaywa watched, and then I let her pull the strip off. The strip came off, but the hair didn't. Really!? I was just trying to look pretty for my big test tomorrow, because I think that if you look good and feel good you do good.
I tried again and put another wax strip on my chin and pulled it off and nothing.
So, I'm left with a red and hairy chin.
"But if a woman have long hair, it is a glory to her: for [her] hair is given her for a covering." 1 Corinthians 11:15
Between my Father's hairy-ness and my Mother's dark hairy-ness, I am a goldmine for waxing salons and home waxing kits.
I'm thinking you are surprised that I am writing about this, but you had to know that my luscious, beautiful locks had a down side too.
About 15 minutes ago, I tried to wax my chin. No joke. The operative word in the sentence before the last was tried.
I have this nice little waxing strips that you are just supposed to rub between your hands to warm up and the stick them on your bod and pull them off.
I did this. Kaywa watched, and then I let her pull the strip off. The strip came off, but the hair didn't. Really!? I was just trying to look pretty for my big test tomorrow, because I think that if you look good and feel good you do good.
I tried again and put another wax strip on my chin and pulled it off and nothing.
So, I'm left with a red and hairy chin.
"But if a woman have long hair, it is a glory to her: for [her] hair is given her for a covering." 1 Corinthians 11:15
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Things I've Googled tonight
Diphtheria
How celery grows
How people get hurt in the hospital
Two-bits
Where the wax in candles goes when you burn it
Units of measure for lab values
I'm a banana
Labile
TEE
How old am I (7,944 days)
How celery grows
How people get hurt in the hospital
Two-bits
Where the wax in candles goes when you burn it
Units of measure for lab values
I'm a banana
Labile
TEE
How old am I (7,944 days)
Two-bits
We were watching Dr. Quinn, and they used the term two-bits.
Not knowing what it meant, we Wiki-ed it. I'll save you the boring details, but it colloquial expression for "cheap."
Me: I'm gonna start using the term two-bit.
Kaywa: How?
Me: Like, that girl is a two-bit tramp.
Kaywa: Uhhhhhh, people won't know what you mean.
Me: Okay, how about, those pants I bought at Walmart are so two-bit.
Kaywa: Actually, I don't care how you use it.
Me: As long as I don't call you a two-bit tramp, right?
Kaywa: If you do, I'll shove two-bits up your butt [sic].
Me: *silence*
Kaywa: No lie.
Me: I'll get you a two-bit cookie to make up for it.
"A friend loveth at all times." Proverbs 17:17
Not knowing what it meant, we Wiki-ed it. I'll save you the boring details, but it colloquial expression for "cheap."
Me: I'm gonna start using the term two-bit.
Kaywa: How?
Me: Like, that girl is a two-bit tramp.
Kaywa: Uhhhhhh, people won't know what you mean.
Me: Okay, how about, those pants I bought at Walmart are so two-bit.
Kaywa: Actually, I don't care how you use it.
Me: As long as I don't call you a two-bit tramp, right?
Kaywa: If you do, I'll shove two-bits up your butt [sic].
Me: *silence*
Kaywa: No lie.
Me: I'll get you a two-bit cookie to make up for it.
"A friend loveth at all times." Proverbs 17:17
Monday, November 8, 2010
I've arrived
I can spell diarrhea without looking up in the dictionary.
In your face, you mere mortals.
Rhinorrhea also comes right off the tongue.
Agranulocytosis is another.
Not only can I spell it, I know what it means.
Nursing school has done me good.
"The fear of the Lord is the beginning of knowledge: but fools despise wisdom and instruction." Proverbs 1:7
Saturday, November 6, 2010
Backstage honesty
There was this one time, I was in a skit. Its like a play, but only shorter. Well, I've been in several skits/plays, but I'm going to blog about this particular time.
Now for a tad bit of background. I was used to doing skits. At that time I was probably in 3 or 4 skits a year, between church and school. Also, I was starting to play the piano in front of people. So I was starting to get over my stage fright.
Back to the story.
We were backstage, about to go on in 45 seconds. And a lady, who was also in the play but hadn't actually performed in one for a couple of years, asked me if I was nervous. I thought for a second and said yes. But really, I wasn't. I didn't even have diarrhea that morning like I normally did before a big play/skit/piano performance. It was weird for me not to be nervous. So, essentially I lied to her. What went though my head when she asked me that was, If I say yes I was nervous, I was lying, If I say no, I wasn't nervous, she would feel bad or more nervous or something that wouldn't help her. So, I said I was nervous.
This story is probably at least 5 years old, but I remember it because I was at a crossroad between lying and trying to help someone feel better. What did it matter if I said I was nervous when I wasn't? It didn't matter, other than the fact that the lady would feel as if she wasn't the only one up there that was nervous.
I guess my thought process is confused because of things that I have been told.
Let me say up front that without a doubt I believe that honesty is the best policy.
Here is an example of a scenario that was used to try and teach honesty to me (well not TO me, to the class I was in). You see a friend at a party and she asks you if you like her new dress. You don't. You think its not a good color for her and that it doesn't flatter. Since Christians are supposed to be honest, you should tell her you don't think the dress looks good on her. Well, I have a problem with that. Your friend obviously likes that dress, or she wouldn't have bought it. You thinking that its not a good color or fit isn't honesty, it isn't fact, it is your opinion. Now, if my friend and I went to Kohl's and were looking at dresses, I would totally, in a heartbeat say, Girl, that dress does not look good on you. Not at the party, she would probably cry, or at least be mad at you, and everyone would think you have Asperger's. I don't think you should be brutally honest. Kindness is better.
Now, that I got that off my chest, its not going to annoy my subconscious anymore.
"Be kindly affectioned to one another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another." Romans 12:10
Now for a tad bit of background. I was used to doing skits. At that time I was probably in 3 or 4 skits a year, between church and school. Also, I was starting to play the piano in front of people. So I was starting to get over my stage fright.
Back to the story.
We were backstage, about to go on in 45 seconds. And a lady, who was also in the play but hadn't actually performed in one for a couple of years, asked me if I was nervous. I thought for a second and said yes. But really, I wasn't. I didn't even have diarrhea that morning like I normally did before a big play/skit/piano performance. It was weird for me not to be nervous. So, essentially I lied to her. What went though my head when she asked me that was, If I say yes I was nervous, I was lying, If I say no, I wasn't nervous, she would feel bad or more nervous or something that wouldn't help her. So, I said I was nervous.
This story is probably at least 5 years old, but I remember it because I was at a crossroad between lying and trying to help someone feel better. What did it matter if I said I was nervous when I wasn't? It didn't matter, other than the fact that the lady would feel as if she wasn't the only one up there that was nervous.
I guess my thought process is confused because of things that I have been told.
Let me say up front that without a doubt I believe that honesty is the best policy.
Here is an example of a scenario that was used to try and teach honesty to me (well not TO me, to the class I was in). You see a friend at a party and she asks you if you like her new dress. You don't. You think its not a good color for her and that it doesn't flatter. Since Christians are supposed to be honest, you should tell her you don't think the dress looks good on her. Well, I have a problem with that. Your friend obviously likes that dress, or she wouldn't have bought it. You thinking that its not a good color or fit isn't honesty, it isn't fact, it is your opinion. Now, if my friend and I went to Kohl's and were looking at dresses, I would totally, in a heartbeat say, Girl, that dress does not look good on you. Not at the party, she would probably cry, or at least be mad at you, and everyone would think you have Asperger's. I don't think you should be brutally honest. Kindness is better.
Now, that I got that off my chest, its not going to annoy my subconscious anymore.
"Be kindly affectioned to one another with brotherly love; in honour preferring one another." Romans 12:10
Friday, November 5, 2010
Mental Health Minute
You've heard of taking of work or school for a mental health day.
Well, now that I am in school to learn how to save people's lives, I don't have time to take a mental health day. And as a matter of fact, if I were going to nurse you back to health, you probably wouldn't have wanted me to take frequent mental health days, you would want me to know everything there is to know about nursing you.
So, I am going to start taking mental health minutes, and advocating them for others as well.
You know you need a mental health minute when you are about to cry while doing homework. Or when you think, I wish I had to go to the bathroom during this class so I wouldn't feel bad about walking out. Or when you are in Walmart and are overwhelmed by the people and the largeness of the store and can't even read your shopping list anymore. Don't grab a Twix (need a moment?). Take a mental health minute.
What to do during your mental health minute (not in any particular order; use one or more than one during your minute; not a comprehensive list):
1) Get a drink of water.
2) Check Facebook
3) Read a chapter of the Bible
4) Take a walk around the building
5) Play the piano/guitar/etc.
I think the point of my mental health minute is not just avoiding or separating myself from the anxiety riddled thing, but to actually stop thinking about it for a few minutes and doing something fun or distracting. I can play the piano for 10 minutes to help me de-stress, but if all I'm thinking about is the homework I should be doing, I'm not really de-stressing. On the contrary, I am making the stress worse by thinking I'm procrastinating during my mental health minute.
Don't worry, be happy.
"These things I have spoken unto you, that in me you might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world." John 16:33
Well, now that I am in school to learn how to save people's lives, I don't have time to take a mental health day. And as a matter of fact, if I were going to nurse you back to health, you probably wouldn't have wanted me to take frequent mental health days, you would want me to know everything there is to know about nursing you.
So, I am going to start taking mental health minutes, and advocating them for others as well.
You know you need a mental health minute when you are about to cry while doing homework. Or when you think, I wish I had to go to the bathroom during this class so I wouldn't feel bad about walking out. Or when you are in Walmart and are overwhelmed by the people and the largeness of the store and can't even read your shopping list anymore. Don't grab a Twix (need a moment?). Take a mental health minute.
What to do during your mental health minute (not in any particular order; use one or more than one during your minute; not a comprehensive list):
1) Get a drink of water.
2) Check Facebook
3) Read a chapter of the Bible
4) Take a walk around the building
5) Play the piano/guitar/etc.
I think the point of my mental health minute is not just avoiding or separating myself from the anxiety riddled thing, but to actually stop thinking about it for a few minutes and doing something fun or distracting. I can play the piano for 10 minutes to help me de-stress, but if all I'm thinking about is the homework I should be doing, I'm not really de-stressing. On the contrary, I am making the stress worse by thinking I'm procrastinating during my mental health minute.
Don't worry, be happy.
"These things I have spoken unto you, that in me you might have peace. In the world ye shall have tribulation: but be of good cheer; I have overcome the world." John 16:33
Tuesday, November 2, 2010
If I hadn't gone to nursing school
Last Spring semester I would have taken photography, creative writing, and Spanish. That was going to be full time, because the photography had a lab.
Sometimes I wonder how different my life would be right now if I had taken those classes. I was signed up for them and everything.
I could have been a writer. Who could speak Spanish. And photograph exotic places.
But instead. Here I am, writing a blog, about nursing school. I don't write creatively much. I just study and do care plans and drug cards. I blog about bills and homework and roommate fiascoes. I eat, sleep, gain weight, and go to class.
Not that I'm complaining.
I love school. I love northwestern VA.
Sometimes it just a lot of stuff to do all at once.
The only thing that keeps me here when I'm tired of homework and textbooks, is knowing that I am right where I am supposed to be.
"Before I formed thee in the belly I knew thee; and before thou camest forth out of the womb I sanctified thee, and I ordained thee a prophet to the nations." Jeremiah 1:5
Monday, November 1, 2010
Comcast can't do anything right
We had this whole fiasco last month, that I outlined in a blog last month called Comcast is of the Devil.
So today, I got what I thought was this month's Comcast bill. It was $197 and change. Basically $100 more than it should be.
No. No. No. *temper tantrum* No. No. No.
I swear they must know that I have a big test tomorrow, and this is a big hassle.
And because I cannot let anything go, and just handle it tomorrow, me and Kaywa drove over to the Comcast office.
I'm going to be upset if they starting remembering my face and name because I have been there so often.
So apparently they didn't apply the money that we gave them last month to this months bill. Really? And what we got in the mail was a bill for installation! INSTALLATION!?!? REALLY? We've had t.v. and internet since August 13th. We already paid the install fees.
Comcast lady said, for some reason I still don't understand, we were not going to get a November bill, but we would get a bill right before Christmas for more than $200, to catch up for November and December.
Well, to off set the December bill we paid what should be November's bill today. $53 dollars each.
I hope this works out. Apparently we won't have a "normal" bill until January. Goodness and mercy.
"Have mercy on me, O LORD; consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, thou that liftest me up from the gates of death." Psalm 9:13
So today, I got what I thought was this month's Comcast bill. It was $197 and change. Basically $100 more than it should be.
No. No. No. *temper tantrum* No. No. No.
I swear they must know that I have a big test tomorrow, and this is a big hassle.
And because I cannot let anything go, and just handle it tomorrow, me and Kaywa drove over to the Comcast office.
I'm going to be upset if they starting remembering my face and name because I have been there so often.
So apparently they didn't apply the money that we gave them last month to this months bill. Really? And what we got in the mail was a bill for installation! INSTALLATION!?!? REALLY? We've had t.v. and internet since August 13th. We already paid the install fees.
Comcast lady said, for some reason I still don't understand, we were not going to get a November bill, but we would get a bill right before Christmas for more than $200, to catch up for November and December.
Well, to off set the December bill we paid what should be November's bill today. $53 dollars each.
I hope this works out. Apparently we won't have a "normal" bill until January. Goodness and mercy.
"Have mercy on me, O LORD; consider my trouble which I suffer of them that hate me, thou that liftest me up from the gates of death." Psalm 9:13
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