Monday, May 31, 2010

What the Future Holds

I'm a very, very realistic person. I know when things aren't going to work out the way I had hoped and I accept it. Some people say to me, "You're usually so optimistic, why the pessimism now?" It isn't pessimism. It's reality. I just know the truth, even before it's made itself clear.

Confused yet?

I did not get into the nursing program I applied to. I knew I wouldn't. Not because I didn't think I was good enough for the program or because I was just being a debbie downer looking for people to tell me otherwise. In fact, quite the opposite. It sometimes ticked me off when people would say, "Oh, be quiet, you'll get into the program, I know you will!"

Of course, once I told them the stupid requirements (or lack thereof) they would say, "Oh, well this is a different year. You'll be fine and get in!"

Not the case. And I knew it wouldn't be the case. I was just being real about the situation. The competition was fierce and I knew my B+ would ruin my chances of getting in (which, by the way, I still think is ridiculous).

And yet, I don't really care. I opened the letter, read the condescending message (seriously, it was so rudely written, even my parents couldn't believe it), laughed and said, "Wow. What bull shit. Oh well."

And the reason I didn't care? I decided a few weeks ago I wouldn't be doing the program, even if I had been accepted, I was just waiting to tell anyone outside of my parents in case I had been accepted and decided to do it (which I knew I'd still choose not to do it, but I like to err on the side of caution). Of course, I would have rather been the one saying, "thanks, but no, thanks," but that just wasn't the way the cookie crumbled.

When I first made the decision to go to nursing school over a year ago, I planned on doing an accelerated bachelor's (BSN) program that is offered at a few area schools for people who have already earned a bachelor's degree of some sort. It just seemed to make the most sense. Plus, I won't lie, I'm a bit of an education snob, I wanted the "better" degree. Having a dual-bachelor's degree excites me. I'm an overachiever. Anyway, I was enrolled at a private college in Indy and signed up to take prereq's for two semesters and then begin the nursing program May '10.

Long story short, I'm paying for NS out of pocket (no government or parental assistance). I already have loans from the first four years, I don't want anymore. I was under the impression the private school I was supposed to go to for NS would be giving me a lot of scholarship money based on my GPA from UD. Not the case. And I was not going to be $70,000+ in debt at 25. After our annual Siesta Key trip with my dad's whole family last June, I spoke to two of my aunts who are nurses about what I should do. They told me that since I already have a bachelor's degree, unless I wanted to get into management or teaching, I really only needed an associates.

I took their advice and ran with it. Dropped out of the private school, enrolled in community college, figured out what I needed to get done and started doing it. I realized I'd be eligible to begin in August of 2010 and was pleased with that. However, I never felt totally at ease with my decision. Something inside me still wanted that BSN. Over the past year, my displeasure with the school and it's employees has grown (various reasons, but I've just been very unhappy) and I began thinking about doing the BSN program again, just at a different school than the private school.

A contributing factor has also been the fact that I may want to be a nurse practitioner (see? overachiever.) eventually (as in, once my youngest is in school. It is something I have considered off and on for a looooong time), and a BSN is required to continue my education. I might as well just eliminate one step now and not kick myself later when I have to do the ASN to BSN program first, then go to NP school.

So after my last post regarding NS and having seen it written out, I realized I knew what I wanted to do, I just needed to muster up the strength to tell my parents yet again that I was changing my mind (see? I am fickle.). Maybe it's because this is all on my dollar now so it doesn't affect them as much, or maybe it's because they think it's the best choice, too, but they were happy and understanding. That further confirmed that I am, indeed, making the right decision (the letter of regret was just the final bit of confirmation I needed from God.).

So what does that mean for my future?

Well, in order to qualify for the accelerated BSN program, I still need to take microbiology (which the ASN program did not require), as well as lifespan development and some type of statistics course (I will probably take Statistical Sociology because my minor is in Soc and think it would be the most interesting). I will apply in the fall for January admission. I have to be accepted to the University first as a second-degree seeking undergrad, and once I get my acceptance letter (because I WILL be accepted), I can then meet with a BSN advisor and get everything squared away. Should all go as planned this time, I will be starting in January and will be finished around May 2012. Did I mention the accelerated BSN program is the same length as the ASN program? Better degree, same amount of time. Why didn't I realize that earlier?

Anyway, so this summer's schedule has now been reworked to include microbiology 3 hours a day, 2 days a week. I will take the other two courses in the fall. I will continue volunteering in the NICU (because, like most normal schools, that will be taken into consideration when applying to the BSN program! YAY! I've also been told there is an interview process. DOUBLE YAY! Normal criteria, woop woop!) and I will continue to babysit until January (although that schedule is all over the place now, thanks to class).

Even though it wasn't what I saw myself doing last year, I know now that it is the perfect decision for me. There is nothing wrong with an ASN. I just didn't feel the connection to the school and knew I probably wouldn't feel the connection to the program. It works for many, many people, it just isn't going to work for me. It also means I will be living at home longer than originally thought, but that doesn't really matter to me either. I truly believe everything happens for a reason and we have a path in life that doesn't always go the way we initially thought it would. This is just part of life. I accept that and I am happy. When all is said and done, I will be Marianne, RN, and that is what is most important. Registered & Protected

Saturday, May 29, 2010

I Gave YOU an Award! Yes, YOU!

I gave an award to all of you who comment (see what happens when you delurk?? ;)) so if you haven't checked it out, scroll down to the post below this one!!! Or click here! YAY YOU!

Lots to blog about, including: day/night in Chicago, a surprise in the mail from one of YOU, answer about the nursing program I applied to and what it means for my future, and an upcoming date, upcoming trips, etc.. Lots to say, little time to say it. Hopefully a few posts can happen this week and I can also catch up on reading and commenting. :)

Hope you all are having a wonderful holiday weekend. I know I sure am!! And tomorrow is the 'greatest spectacle in racing' here in good ole Indiana. What's that you say? Oh. Yea. I couldn't care less either. Just more proof I'm not a stereotypical Hoosier!

Hugs to all,

Tuesday, May 25, 2010

The Best MF I know...

I'm talking about Momma Fargo, y'all! What were you thinking?!? Naughty readers!

One of my favorite bloggers, Momma Fargo, gave me a sweet little award. Seriously, I love this woman. I wish she was my aunt (I'd say mom, but my mom is pretty neat) and I had the pleasure of having her in my every day life. Her blog is a clusterf*** (only word I could think of) of goodness; mostly stories about her career as a cop. Have I ever told about my obsession with crime shows (the real ones, not that Hollywood fabricated stuff) and crime novels and the shows COPS and America's Most Wanted? No? Well I'm obsessed. There, now you know.

Anyway, obviously, given my obsession, hearing stories straight from the mouth of a real-life Popo makes me happy. That, and the fact that she's given me permission to tase people. She's hilarious and you are missing out if you don't read her blog. Fickle White (my brother's good friend-- Hi, John!-- calls me that and I think it's hilarious) says read her, so GO (after you finish reading this post)!

I don't really know if these are the questions that go with the award, but I make my own rules, so I'm stealing them anyway.

1. Why do you blog?
So that private school degree (read: expensive) that sits on my desk and reads "Bachelor of Arts in Communication/Journalism, Minor in Sociology" isn't a complete waste.

That, and I needed an outlet for my thoughts that constantly run through my mind, a place to keep track of my life because Lord knows I won't remember much of it 10 years from now, and really, it's just incredibly cathartic. Even though half of what I say is silly or lacks importance, just having a place to turn to and write is a beautiful thing.

2. What was your favorite age to be and why?

I just turned 23 last week, I don't think I'm old enough to have a good answer. High school was fun, the last four months of being 19 were fun, 21 was obviously (legally) fun. There's been highs and lows to every year :)

3. What's your favorite sport to play?

Um, is laying out a sport? No? Shopping? No? What about bonging beers? No? Crap. I'm really good at all of those things!

Let's see... I guess tennis or softball or swimming I enjoy the most. I haven't played tennis since freshman year of high school when back and knee injuries forced me to quit playing competitively, but I'd really like to get back into it. I like all sports though. Kickball was fun in grade school!

4. What's your favorite sport to watch, and who's your favorite team?
Football (college or NFL) or college basketball. I don't really care about teams (I do dislike a few, but I won't name them because my cousin reads this and he would die if he ever knew... and probably never let me babysit his grandkids ever again. HI JIM!), but I hate Peyton Manning. Yes, my fellow Hoosiers, I HATE PEYTON MANNING. He's a good quarterback, but he's also good at being a whiny baby and poor sport. I do like the Texas Longhorns though.

5. If you could pick your perfect career (and money doesn't matter / the kids are out of the house) what would it be?
A tour guide in Hawai'i. I feel like I kind of already do that though... I can't tell you how many people I've written a list of things to do (directions and all) for friends going to Hawai'i. Not that I mind, at all! I'd do it for each and every one of you, should you ask :)
But I think being an RN will be a perfect career for me. I hope I am as good at it and enjoy it as much I think I will :)

6. Do you ever feel guilty for blogging?
Yea. Right. Sure as heck DO NOT. I never feel guilty about anything I do for myself. And that's the truth. Because, if I did, and didn't take the time to do anything for myself, I'd be a raging bitch and the kids would HATE me. No one needs to see that side of me.

7. What is your favorite holiday?
Summer holiday. Totally cheating and pretending I'm European (you know how they call vacation, "holiday,") but I don't care. I do love Thanksgiving and Christmas because I get to be with extended family on both sides for both holidays, and that, my friends, is always a hoot.

8. What's your favorite kind of music?
Classic rock, lite rock, country, big band, oldies, jazz, classical, 80s and 90s, motown, rap on occasion... basically anything but the Marilyn Manson/Slipknot crap. Or of it sounds like screaming and not singing, fahget about it.

9. Do you consider yourself a good driver or bad driver?
Minus the (very) slight speeding I do and tendency to tailgate when people drive under the freakin' speed limit, I'd say I'm a good driver. No one has ever said otherwise...

10. What's the farthest away place you have visited?
Oh for God's sake, like you all don't know the answer to that. Hint: It starts with an H and ends in awai'i. I can't wait for that answer to change though!

And now, for the people I shall pass it on to...

I'm giving it to all of my frequent commenter's! And sorry, this has taken long enough to write, I'm not linking up, but you can find links to all their blogs on the right side of my blog :)

Melissa @ My Life and How It's Going
Rosh @ TravelistaRN
Katie @ The moral of the story...
Helene @ I'm Living Proof God Has a Sense of Humor (girl, I challenge you to take this and answer the questions! I don't think I've ever seen an "award" post on your blog! I'll still love you if you don't though...)
Ian @ The Daily Dose of Reality
It's just me ;) @ Who's life is this anyways?
Anne @ All of the Above
Katherine @ Another Day, Another Moment
Lindsey @ This is my life
Casey @ Bundles of Beginnings Living Southern
Janet @ Something to Talk About
Missy Prissy @ Mom, Wife, Student, Nurse, Ahhh!
Alyssa @ Bloggin 2 Noggin (her blog is home of my most outrageous comments ;))
J.B. @ Purplume's Blog
Denise @ blah, blah, blah
Krista @ Not Mommy of the Year
Pennie @ Mom Thoughts
Pam @ True Mommyhood Stories
Jess @ All-American Jess
Laura @ The Girl Next Door Grows Up (SO GLAD you're back in action!)

OK, that's enough... if I accidentally forgot you, SHAME ON ME! It was not intentional. I give the award to you, too :)

And now, you may run off to accept your award AND visit Momma Fargo!! Woohoo, partay!

Have a good week, friends :)

Oh, I just realized this is my 100th post of the year (or really, ever, as I don't count my first post as one)!

Monday, May 24, 2010

'Monday Minute' Special Edition

It's time for Ian's "Monday Minute!" Although, with my length of answers, it's more like the Monday 20-Minute, but whatev bev. Wanna play along? Click the link to his name, copy/paste/answer the questions on your blog, link up at the bottom of his blog. Easy-peezy. So here we go!

This week, Ian has created a special edition in honor of Daffy. Daffy's 30-something sister passed away last week after her cancer took a quick turn for the worst. Please keep Daffy and her family (including her sister's husband and young son) in your prayers/positive thoughts as they try to get through this difficult time.

1 - Do you *snort*?
Normally, I'd say no. But I did on Thursday at the doctor's office. And it was SO loud. I have no idea where it came from, but it was pretty funny (I don't really embarrass easily).

2 - Our friend, has a nickname and it's Daffy.  What's your nickname?
Well, I've told you about "Lacy Panties" (by the way, it has nothing to do with my undergarments...), but I'm also called Mel (my initials), Mar(e) (pronounced liked Mary, without the "ee" sound or pronounced like Mars without the 's'), Dolly, Ladybug, Peach, Mary Elizabeth. I think that about covers them...

3 - Do you know sign language?
I know the alphabet, a few random words, and can sign "Hi. My name is Marianne." My brother has bilateral hearing loss and has worn hearing aids since he was 4-- he speaks without an impediment and hears with his aids but I still wish we had learned ASL as a family.

4 - What's a sample convo from your hood?
Sorry, nothing good to share. I know, lame, but I can't even remember what I ate for breakfast. That and I'm slightly confused as to what type of convo I'm supposed to be sharing. The only convo I can recall lately was with a friend regarding the hilariousness that is some people's profiles (so many guys are "over the bar scene" and "just looking for friends." riiiiiiiight.). But I'm too lazy to turn on my phone and find the messages. Sorry.

5-  Do you sleep with electronic devices - i.e. laptop, Blackberry, iPhone, etc?
It depends. Lately, my laptop has been under my bed when I sleep because I've been spending more time up here, but usually it's downstairs. My BlackBerry is only on my bed if I have the alarm on it set (I use it as a backup alarm), but I have the phone on silent (the alarm still works ;)), or if it's charging (like it is right now, but the phone is powered off). I HATE being reachable 24/7. Well, that and the fact the only people that call me on my phone live in same house as me and are usually sleeping when I am...

In addition to praying for Daffy, could y'all keep my awesome friend Jess' brother Trevor in your prayers?

Hope you all have a wonderful week. I start microbiology tonight-- GROSS! And I may be going on a couple dates in the next week or two. Eeek!

Friday, May 21, 2010

Crockpot Chicken Tortilla Soup

Growing up, I never liked soup. I'm really weird about warm liquids and always thought the idea of soup was gross. One day at Panera, I saw the light and have been obsessed with all different types of soups ever since. I could probably eat it every day and be perfectly content.

A few weeks ago my mom needed a recipe of some sort for euchre night she was hosting. She asked me to find a chicken tortilla soup recipe that seemed easy. She ended up not making soup, but had bought all the ingredients and I made it for dinner a few nights later. Below may be the easiest soup recipe in the world. The list of ingredients may seem slightly intimidating, but don't let it be. Honestly, the most work is cooking and shredding the chicken (I cooked boneless/skinless breasts cut into strips in a skillet and shredded it with a utensil as it cooked. Ok, I'm lying, my brother shredded it, but it looked easy.), everything else you just through in the slow cooker and call it a day.

It's so easy, so delicious, and pretty healthful! If any of you make it, let me know how it turns out!

** = my variation


1 pound shredded, cooked chicken
1 (15 ounce) can whole peeled tomatoes, mashed **(can use petite diced, any style)**
1 (10 ounce) can enchilada sauce
1 medium onion, chopped
1 (4 ounce) can chopped green chile peppers
2 cloves garlic, minced
2 cups water
1 (14.5 ounce) can chicken broth **(can use low-sodium/sodium free)
1 teaspoon cumin
1 teaspoon chili powder
1 teaspoon salt
1/4 teaspoon black pepper
1 bay leaf
1 (10 ounce) package frozen corn **(can also use 1 canned corn)**
1 tablespoon chopped cilantro **(can use dried, but dried is more potent, so just use a pinch)**

**I also added crushed red pepper flakes (eye-balled it), 1 can drained black beans, and garnished it with store-bought tortilla strips. Can also garnish with sour cream, shredded cheddar cheese, avocado.**


Place chicken, tomatoes, enchilada sauce, onion, green chiles, and garlic into a slow cooker. Pour in water and chicken broth, and season with cumin, chili powder, salt, pepper, and bay leaf. Stir in corn (and black beans, if you want) and cilantro. Cover, and cook on Low setting for 6 to 8 hours or on High setting for 3 to 4 hours.

Serve in a bowl and garnish as you wish! ENJOY!

Speaking of recipes, did anyone make the pita pizzas or shrimp tortellini? If so, what did you think?

Happy Friday!

Wednesday, May 19, 2010

Wednesday's Words of Wisdom

"Life's challenges are not supposed to paralyze you,
they're supposed to help you discover who you are"
~Bernice Johnson Reagon~

Image is my own. Sunset off of Waikiki Beach, Honolulu, O'ahu, Hawai'i. Winter 2007.

Tuesday, May 18, 2010

The Year I Realized My Degree Would Never Be Used...

For the first two installments of this mind-blowing series, click here and here.

Junior year was more tame than sophomore year, and actually pretty lame (as in, it's taken me forever to write this post because I had a hard time recalling anything exciting). But let's face it, my sophomore year was more crazy in one month than probably the other three years combined.

~The year I went back to school 30 pounds lighter and shocked all my friends. Their facial expressions I will NEVER forget. It was priceless. Too bad they'd have looks of horror on their faces now haha. (I make fun of myself a lot, I know I don't look that bad, but come on, you have to have a sense of humor about things and be able to laugh at yourself.)

~The time I lived with one of my favorite people in the world. She's living in London now so I haven't spoken to her much the past year, but she is such a breath of fresh air.

~The year I lived with a nut case and pathological liar (4 of us in the apartment). And that's all I'll say about that. She's a nice girl, but I have zero patience for liars and she just isn't quite all there in the cabeza.

~The year I really, really wanted to pursue a career in the fashion industry. Then I realized I like to eat more than half an orange per day and that put an end to that dream.

~The year I got kicked out of the bar for a third time. Same bar, once a year, for four years. Pretty solid track record, don't you think?

~The year I started working in the Law School.

~The year I realized I could never put myself through the hell that is law school, but I actually really liked working there and LOVED my boss.

~The year I was dancing at a bar and decided sleeping sounded better so I nose-dived into a step. I woke up in the morning butt-ass naked (I'm dead serious. Thank God no one else was in the room), and with bruises all over my body. I called my friend before I even got out of bed and asked why my face feels like I got in a fight and lost and she said I fell and my chin broke the fall. Awesome. *I make it sound like I've blacked out a lot from alcohol, the truth is, I haven't. I've only blacked out twice -- And that night was not one of them. I remember everything, I just needed a reminder-- OK, fine, three times, but once was out of my control. Now brown out, yea, that's happened a lot. But my life is full of brown out's, I only remember the bits I want to remember, like when my mom asks me to dust. I conveniently forget. A lot. hahaha, sorry Ma! ;)*

~The year I had to explain to my boss why I had a black eye and black chin from said fall. I told her I slipped on the ice. I'm sure she believed every bit of it hah.

~The year I made Dean's List for the first time (at UD at least. I made it at my school in Hawaii, too. Which is funny considering I went to class, uh, twice?) and every semester after that (5 semesters total)! Yay me :)

~The year I got a fake ID. With an ID that said I was 26 (I was 20 at the time, all my friends were 21, I'm a youngin', and it made going out easier). One time a bouncer asked for my address and I didn't even hesitate. I think he knew it wasn't really me but was too flabbergasted at how well I knew the info to not let me in. It does help that it was my cousin's old driver's license so A. I've known the info my whole life and B. We look pretty similar.

~The year my body started going numb and tingly. I blamed it on the nut case roommate for all the stress she caused, but little did I know it was the onset of fibromyalgia.

~The year I started to realize I hate American media and will most likely never be a journalist, regardless of what that purdy little way-too-expensive degree sitting on my desk says. That realization is continually confirmed to this day.

Like I said, pretty lame year. Maybe I'll dig out my external hard drive and put up pictures later to add some spice... actually, I will, so stay tuned.

But it's time for J (9 months) and me to rock out to a little Justin Timberlake. Apparently J Tim and Marvin Gaye are the only things that will make him stop hating me for not holding him for 8 hours.

Happy Tuesday :)

OH! Have any of you ever done fun posts for your birthday? I was going to do a post "22 things I loved about being 22" but I got stuck at 2. HAHA! Most of the things that I thought happened when I was 22 really happened when I was 21. Maybe I just won't acknowledge my birthday, I feel like I've been 23 for 4 years anyway...

Monday, May 17, 2010

'Monday Minute'

It's time for Ian's "Monday Minute!" Although, with my length of answers, it's more like the Monday 20-Minute, but whatev bev. Wanna play along? Click the link to his name, copy/paste/answer the questions on your blog, link up at the bottom of his blog. Easy-peezy. So here we go!

1.Have you ever peed in the shower/bath/pool?
Shower, yes. Pool, yes. Bath, NO! Come on now, at least the chlorine kills it in a pool and in the shower it goes straight down the drain. In the tub you have to sit in it. That's just nasty!

2.What is your biggest pet peeve?
Oh good grief, I have a ton. Lying, chewing with your mouth open, smacking your gum when you chew, stupid names, stupid spellings, words that gross me out, scraping silverware on ceramic dishes, people who drive under the speed limit, lying, ignorance, did I mention LYING? I'm sure I'll think of a hundred more between now and when I write my next post.

3.What's the story behind your blog title?
I'm sure you all are hoping for something super interesting for this answer, aren't you? Welp, too bad. Seriously, one day I was laying on the family room floor and was like, "Hmm, I should start a blog. Hmm, I shall call it 'Diary of a Fickle White Woman'," And that was that. It's my diary, I'm fickle about all things in life, I'm white, and I'm a woman. I'm so creative, I know.

4.What is your definition of success?
Amazing support system, strong family ties, great friends, a job you enjoy, a good education, and respectful children. Everything else will fall into place if you have all of the above, in my opinion.

5.If you were famous, what would you want to be famous for?
I would want to be famous for making a difference in the world by volunteering in third world countries and the poverty stricken areas of the US. I want to be famous by doing good in the world. Like Lisa Ling. I want to do what she does. I have admired her work for years and it would be a dream come true to work alongside her some day. I've always wanted to join the Peace Corps and depending on where I am in my life post-nursing school, it's something I'd still consider. I would never want to be famous for anything else.

This has nothing to do with this Monday Minute, but remember a few posts back when a meme question was "underwear" or "panties" and I said underwear because the word panties grosses me out. Guess what one of my nicknames is... Lacy Panties. I slightly cringe every time I hear it.

Friday, May 14, 2010

Random Ramblings

*I want to drop kick Blogger in the cooter. Yes, the cooter. I just typed up this long freakin post that took 40 minutes at least and clicked 'publish post' only for a stupid "BAD REQUEST" window to pop up. THE WHOLE THING IS GONE. ARE YOU KIDDING ME?!?!? I have had so many issues with gmail and blogger lately. Seriously google, get your shit together.

*JT was walking around the house practicing his rhyming skills. He and Griffin do this all the time and it usually involves made up words. Today’s rhyming word? Fucka. “Fucka, ducka, mucka, chucka, fucka. YEA!” HAHA. I was laughing so hard. Fingers crossed he thought of the word on his own and it isn’t learned, LOL.

*I hate when people are elusive. Say what you want to say and don’t tiptoe around it. I don’t censor myself; if there is something I want to say I say it and try to do so tactfully and I respect any one else who does, too.

*I think the American education system is in greater need of a facelift than the health care system.

*This really bugs me. Really, really bugs me. And I hope I don’t offend anyone, but sorry if I do. Barack Obama is biracial. BI-RACIAL. He is not our first black president, he is our first biracial president. And, personally, I don’t think that this is any less significant of a fact. Either way, he is still the first non-Caucasian president of our country. But for a country so consumed with being politically correct, it sure has dropped the ball on this one.

*New medicine = 1209258102958102958% better. I’m starting to feel like my normal self again, mentally speaking. The physical nonsense will forever be a work in progress.

*I haven’t been contacted by anyone on since the last post. Perhaps they all caught wind of my post? HAHA. I have been emailing with a guy who seems nice and normal, so we’ll see what happens. At least it hasn’t been a total bust of clueless men.

*My cousin’s twins makes me want twin boys SO badly. They are entirely too much fun. This week I tried teaching them how to pronounce the state fish of Hawai’i since it was on their shirts and they’d just look at me, blink, and shout “TARGET!” HAHA! Apparently they go to Target a lot. I have a video of it, but that'd be kind of weird to post a video of kids that aren't my own. *Bonus points to anyone who can correctly spell the state fish of Hawai’I ;)

*I worked 57 hours in six days. Twenty-seven of which were done Tuesday & Wednesday. I don’t mind what I do, but it’s been really, really exhausting lately. Of course the one year I could really use a break and summer trip is the one year out of the past 23 that doesn’t have one.

*I am habitually late and firmly believe that my life is just 5-10 minutes behind the rest of the world. If it’s 945 in Indiana, it’s only 935 in Marianne-Land. It doesn’t matter how much time I give myself to get somewhere, I will always and forever be 5-10 minutes late. Never more, never less, and certainly, never early.

*I *think* I’ve made a decision regarding which nursing program to do. Once I know with 100% certainty, believe me, y’all will be among the first to know.

*We opened our pool today! Yay! Summer is almost here!

*I think my humor and sarcasm get lost in translation a lot. Such a pity.

*I hope you all had a wonderful week. I read a few posts here and there, but internet access was incredibly limited and time and energy were sparse.

*Monkey still needs prayers. Ian has set up a fundraiser, so click here if you want to join the effort. But by all means, please don't feel obligated to do so. Times are tough, I totally understand, I can only afford to pray, too. But prayer is a mighty powerful thing.

I’ll try to be better about next week.

Have a super duper weekend! My Grams’ is coming into town and I don’t have to babysit again until Monday afternoon. WOOHOO!!!

Tuesday, May 11, 2010

Dear Morons Of the Online Dating World,

Apparently my approach to making myself clear nicely hasn't worked. As a result, please read the following for further clarification.

I'm just going to come right out and say this: At 23, could you have been paid to date a woman 15 years older, divorced, and with three kids? No? Then what the hell makes you think that's what I WANT?!?! Do you want to know my initial reaction to you men who have emailed me, wanting to get to know me and possibly go on a date has been? "I think the differences are too great, but let me know if you need a babysitter!"

Read my profile before "winking" or emailing me, please. It clearly says that I want a man between 23 and 30, never been married, and without children. I take care of 9 kids every week, the last thing I need is to date someone with children. I'm also saving myself for marriage and ideally (although I am realistic about this) would find the same in my future husband. Having a herd of youngin's pretty much eliminates that option, doesn't it now? And what your annual salary supposedly is will not sway my opinion, OK? Yes, I love money, but I am NOT a gold digger.

Also, if the age gap between us is significantly greater than the amount of years I've been a legal adult... or alive... don't waste your time.

If you are shorter than 5'9", do not waste your time. That, too, is indicated in my profile and I will not make an exception. Sorry, but 5'9" isn't so tall that I can't be picky about the height of men I would consider dating. You don't need to be 6'5" (although that would be nice...), but you do need to be at least my height. That means YOU, 5'6" man with the not-quite-there-fu manchu-mustache-who-had-a-striking-resemblance-to-Napoleon Dynamite's brother, that emailed me yesterday.

Do NOT ask me about sex, intimacy, positions before you even know if I am Marianne from Indiana or Maurice from India. Because I'm nice, I'll spare you and not verbally assault you via email, but trust me, it won't go over well.

If I don't wink, email, IM you back the first 3 times, chances are, I'm not interested. There is no need to continue harassing me every day for two weeks. Otherwise, I'll be inclined to totally block your profile and possibly report you.

If you live in, say, San Diego, California, I think you're better off finding someone that doesn't live 2000+ miles away. But you should also already know that, as it says I am not looking for someone outside of Indiana. Again, no exceptions will be made at this point.

Here's the deal, men. I do not think I'm the greatest thing since sliced bread. In fact, most days, I don't think I'm great period. But I do still have standards, as I'm sure you do, too. I'm not looking to a find a man comparable in looks and sound to Matthew McConaughey. I don't need you to be the next Bill Gates or to be the one that finds a cure for cancer. But I do want someone that I can relate to, that has similar hopes for the future, and that I can make a family with way down the road. If you don't fall into that category, I'm sorry. But I know there's a wonderful woman out there for you. You just need to wake up and realize that a 23-year-old probably isn't going to be her, if you're creeping up on 40. A girl four inches taller than you probably won't be her. A girl who doesn't respond to you because she doesn't want to be mean PROBABLY ISN'T GOING TO BE HER. And if you have any doubts as to my credibility, I'm sure Patti Stanger would be happy to back me up.

And as my profile also indicates, alcoholics, drug addicts, control freaks, pessimists, and people only interested in sex, need not apply. Thanks :)

*sadly, all of the above are true stories and have been my experience thus far with*

Monday, May 10, 2010

Nursing School Update

Sorry, Ian, I have to take a break from meme's. But, to anyone who wants to partake in Ian's awesome Monday Minute, go to his blog and join in on this week's very special addition. Here's a hint: it has to do with this adorable face who needs all the prayers she can get right now (she was just diagnosed with neuroblastoma, a type of cancer):


So I had my anatomy II finals on Thursday and have been waiting on pins and needles since then to find out my final grade: I was borderline A or B. My grade was finally posted today and I got a 90 (a 92 is the lowest A). That's good, right? I should be proud of myself. Especially for how hard it was this semester and that I willingly admit I did not put in 100% effort (it's been a rough few months, OK? ;)). I should be jumping up and down, because that should be a perfectly fine grade to keep my chances of getting into nursing school high. Ah, but the key word being should.

Let's back things up a bit, shall we? My degree is in journalism. Now, you don't have to be a genius to realize that major probably doesn't require a whole lot of science courses. I have done quite a bit of research into various school's and programs for nursing in Indiana and a few other states (which have been eliminated due to finances). The fastest and cheapest program with a solid reputation that I would qualify for first is at community college statewide called Ivy Tech. Truth be told, I hate the school. The people in the nursing department are rude and only interested in answering questions for people admitted to one of their programs (although I've heard they still aren't fans of doing much of that), and the rest of the staff seems utterly incompetent. BUT I give them the benefit of the doubt because the school campus enrollments across the state have grown at a rapid rate since the recession and I have a feeling they're having a hard time keeping up. So I've kept my mouth shut and done what I'm told (shocking, I know. Pick your jaw off the ground, sometimes I can be submissive.)

The nursing program at Ivy Tech is incredibly competitive. Supposedly, some 400 people apply for 60 spots (at the campus I have applied to). One would think that they would have an extensive list of requirements to qualify for the program, no? Uh. They don't. The way the school decides who is accepted and who is not is broken down as follows:

1. All applicants must have all four prerequisite courses completed (Anatomy & Physiology 1 &2 (plus labs), Psychology 101, English 101).
2. Points are then awarded to each class as follows:
~Each "A" will earn you 30 points
~Each "B" will earn you 20 points
~Each "C" will earn you 10 points
3. All applicants must take the TEAS entrance exam and pass all four sections. Whatever your total grade is, is the amount of points you get for this requirement.
4. If the applicant lives in the region for which he/she is applying, he/she gets 3 points.

Total Points Possible: 223

They then line up all the applications in order from highest points to lowest points and take the top 60, send letters of acceptance to them, and letters of "thanks, but not thanks" to the rest.

They don't care what your overall GPA is or letters of recommendation. They don't care if you're 18 and fresh out of high school or 22 with a bachelor's degree. They don't care if you've never stepped foot in a hospital or if you volunteer weekly at the hospital. It's all about the numbers.

I received a 90 on my TEAS, I live in the region, and have three A's and now a stupid B (which, by the way, I took anatomy II at another campus than the one I applied to and their grade scale is different. A 90 is an A at the campus I'm hoping to get into. But does that matter? Nope. Since it will say B on my transcript, I only get 20 points.). Total points for me: 203.

Supposedly the least amount of points someone had that was accepted to the program last fall? 208. This is from the mouth of other student's, so whether or not it's true, I don't know. But still...

Does that mean for sure I won't get in? No. Not for sure. But it's in His hands now. I find out by the end of the month whether or not I'll be starting nursing school in the fall.

If I don't get in, I am taking microbiology this summer and then will take life span development and a statistics course in the fall and apply to an accelerated BSN (bachelor's in nursing) program at another school in the area whose way of selection isn't solely based on numbers.. Truthfully, it isn't worst case scenario. In fact, I'd rather that program any way. But I'm also ready to get things going and would hate to put it of yet another 4 months. And, the program I applied to in hopes of starting in the fall is an ASN. If I ever want to go to nurse practitioners school (which I could see myself doing), I'd have to do the ASN to BSN program first and then NP school (in other words, an extra step that I could eliminate now). I'll explain more about the BSN program later if it ends up becoming my reality, but the biggest downfall to it is that it costs 13,000 dollars more and I can't start in August.

Have I ever mentioned I stress out easily? Because I do. And I hate rejection. I think that's the worst part about all of this: the thought of being rejected. But even if I do get in, I may have to think and pray about it before I formally accept, to make sure it is the program I want to commit to. At least getting rejected would be an easy decision.

I sound crazy don't I? "I want in, but if I get in, I might not do it. But if I don't get it, I'll feel like a failure. But I hate the school anyway. But it's cheap, and gets the ball rollin' and has a decent reputation,. But..."

Sheesh, bipolar much?

Coming up *hopefully* this week: online dating & junior year of college.

Hope y'all have a wonderful week :)

Saturday, May 8, 2010

Getting to Know [ME]

I know what you're thinking: "Seriously, she's doing ANOTHER meme?" Yes. My blog content has been less than stellar lately (although, I don't think it's ever been stellar and I still drop my jaw when a new person follows along), but I'm working on it. I babysat 11 hours today-- starting at 5:45 a.m. so this is as creative as it's gonna get. Welcome to motherhood, eh?

Anyway, first and foremost, I want to wish all of you beautiful, amazing, inspirational, never-cease-to-amaze-me mother's out there a very happy Mother's Day. I hope your families have wonderful surprises up their sleeves and you get to rest the whole day!

Keely @ MannLand5
hosts this meme (seriously, can we come up with another word? Do you understand how much I loathe typing/reading/saying this word? Almost as much as I loathe Lady Gaga.) usually on Sunday's, but switched it up this week for obvious reasons. Wanna play along? Go to her blog, answer the questions, link up. Woop!

1. What has been your most memorable Mother's Day? (with your mom, as a mom, or with your wife)
This is so bad, but to be honest, I don't really remember Mother's Day's from the past. I always do something for my mom and we've spent many a Day's with my grandmother, but none really stick out. How about the best thing I've ever done with my mom? We've taken a few girls trips and I LOVE it. We've done Chicago a few times, NYC, Myrtle Beach, & Maui. I promise her as soon as I make a solid income we're going to go somewhere exotic and out of the country, on me. I can't wait until we have the chance to do that!

2. Have you ever been pulled over for speeding and were you able to talk your way out of it?
Yes and no. Yes, I've been pulled over for speeding. No, the jerk still gave it to me and then told me to have a nice day, to which I replied, "I think you pretty much ruined the chances of that happening, don't you?" Long story short, apparently it takes 3 cops to pull over someone for speeding (the a-hole called for backup. I'm so threatening, I'm sure.). I did the deferral program and was on probation (sounds so badass, huh?) for 10 months (could still drive, but would have been in BIG trouble if I got another ticket in those 10 months). Ironically, this happened the day before Mother's Day (in '08). I had worked an 8 hour shift (in retail) and was on the way to the store to get my mom flowers. I'm still bitter about it.

3. What's the oldest thing you have hanging in your closet?
I clean out my closet twice a year and get rid of anything I haven't worn in a year (and yet, my closet is constantly overflowing), except for coats, which I keep for years. And I don't wear anything vintage...

4. Do you whiten your teeth?
I use whitening toothpaste, does that count?

5. Underwear or Panties..What do you call your "unmentionables"?
Underwear! I hate the word panties. It grosses me out!

6. If you could go on vacation right would you go?
Somewhere warm and sunny, with palm trees, and a nice beach. I don't care where as long as it has those four things.

7. Do you get offended when people cuss on their blogs?
Well I swear, but I don't think I'm excessive by any means, so I don't really care if people say a shit here and a damn there, but there have been a few blogs I've come across and really couldn't stand the amount of swearing there was. It just seems so unnecessary and almost as if they were putting in the effort to swear--I just don't know anyone that uses the f-word every other word in real life. Does that sound hypocritical, for me to be OK with cursing as long as it isn't out of control?

8. If you had to give up one luxury item, it would be....?
My BlackBerry. Never mind the fact that I hate it, I just really am not a cell phone person. I'm nearly impossible to get ahold of and I tend to respond to texts three days later (unless it's from one of the families I work for). I just don't really care to be reachable 24/7.

Once again, Happy Mother's Day! And especially to you, Mom, I know we've had our share of arguments, especially lately, but I couldn't imagine having a better mother than you!

Thursday, May 6, 2010

Kaua'i Slideshow

Ah, yes, Kaua'i. My favorite island (although not by much) out of the three Hawaiian islands I have seen. For spring break, my parents and aunt and uncle came out for vacation. My parents had been to O'ahu the year earlier, but hadn't really seen a lot of the island as they were there for just a few days. My aunt and uncle had never been, so they all flew in and spent three days on O'ahu so I could show them around. After the three days were up, we hopped a plane and headed to Kaua'i.

I was in love the moment we landed. Kaua'i means "The garden isle," everything is lush, tropical, and everything I had imagined Hawai'i to be. I really cannot describe the immense beauty that is the island of Kaua'i. The best part? We were there at the end of March and all the whales had started migrating back to Alaska. As a result, there were ample amounts of whales surrounding the entire island. Our condo lanai was on the ground floor and overlooked the cliffs and ocean. Every day we had a family of whales playing just yards away. It was seriously heaven on earth.

If any of you ever get the chance to go Kaua'i, I highly recommend staying at the The Point at Poipu. The grounds are gorgeous and the location is perfect.

We toured as much of the island allowed (the entire island isn't drivable like O'ahu and Maui) and saw Hanalei Bay (Puff the Magic Dragon, anyone?), Waimea Canyon (the Grand Canyon of the Pacific), Wailua Falls, Kilauea Lighthouse, and so much more. The only thing I was bummed about not being able to see was the Fern Grotto, but it was closed for some reason. We also did a dinner cruise of the Na'Pali Coast, which was probably my favorite part of the trip. Spinner dolphins led the catamaran, whales were no more than 50 yards from the boat and kept slapping their fins and tales and jumping completely out of the water. It was so... majestic.

When I vacation, I like to take a day to see the sights and be a bum the rest of the time, so it was completely perfect. Don't get me wrong, I love Maui, but Kaua'i is more low key, way less populated, totally green (Maui is part desert), and just perfect. Hope you enjoy the slideshow (there is music that accompanies it, just fyi), a few
pictures are from O'ahu, but the rest are of Kaua'i, and all are from spring break :)

Those damn roosters? Are EVERYWHERE!

Wednesday, May 5, 2010

A VERY Special, Important Request

Because I know what amazing people all of you are and how unimaginably supportive and uplifting you all have been for me, I have a very, very big request for each of you.

Tonight I was feeling bad for myself about just about everything. Pretty status quo these days. And then I checked my blog roll and saw an urgent sounding post title from Ian that made me snap back into reality and be so thankful for all that I have, good or not so good.

His friend, Michelle, received news that no one wants or deserves to hear. Her 16-month-old daughter (as of today, 5/5) was just diagnosed with cancer.

I'm speechless. And heartbroken. And overwhelmed with complete sadness that a beautiful, innocent, precious child could have to go through so much at such a young age.

I know the Lord doesn't give us any more than we can handle, but still...

Please, please pray. And if you don't pray, send well wishes and good karma their way. I think we can all agree that this family needs all the support they can get.

Go to her blog and leave a comment of support (if you tell her how you found her blog, just say Ian sent you). I know how good it makes me feel when you support me, and she needs it far more than I do. Comments on this post are off.

And, if you haven't done so already, hug your loved ones a little closer tonight.

Tuesday, May 4, 2010

The Time I Almost Went Blind

And other tales from sophomore year.

Ah, sophomore year, how I loved thee. Brace yourself, it was a crazy one.

~I lived with 5 of my very favorite people in the world for a way-too-short semester.

~The year I started my pursuit to a journalism degree.

~I was a little naughty. No, not skankalicious naughty.

~I lived in the greatest apartment complex not only at UD, but in the world. Even if the public style bathroom did flood every time we showered. And I had to wear my adorable wellies to mop up an entire buckets worth of water. I think my roommates may or may not have called me "mom" once or twice that semester.

~The time I face planted on a coffee table and yelled at the pizza delivery man for harassing me to come down to the front desk and pick up my pizza. See question 4 of this post if you are confused.

~The first time I had a concussion (from said face planting into coffee table).

~The time I was roofied.

~The time I had my second concussion from face planting off of a kitchen counter, smacking a beer pong table, then nailing the floor head first compliments of said jackass that roofied me.

~The time I made the horrible decision to go to Olive Garden at 11 am in my pajamas and left over makeup after said night of roofing when I was still drunk and rockin' a black eye and disgustingly fat lip. I yelled at the people sitting behind me for giving me dirty looks. I believe I sat down and said, "Give me the biggest class of water you can find and give it to me now." And ordered probably 50 dollars worth of food and didn't eat any of it. My roommate then wanted to go to the mall and buy a dog. Apparently OG wasn't enough torture. Eight hours after leaving, we finally were headed home. But not before her boyfriend had to pull over on the high way to allow me to introduce myself to the grass. Did I mention the guys that roofied me were jackasses? Because I still hate them and wish horrible karma upon them.

~The time I stopped going out and partying as much, for what I think to be obvious reasons.

~The time I got my first college job. Which I hated.

~The time I got really, really bad mono. I had it for 2 months and since the health clinic said I had "no symptoms," (because a spleen and liver bulging out my sides, lymph nodes so swollen that I couldn't even move my neck, and tonsils that were touching each other clearly are not signs. Foolish me.) I had to keep going about my life as usual. I came home one night in November and my roommate looked at me and asked, completely serious, if I was dying. She immediately called her dad, who was a local family doctor, and got me in in the morning. My white blood cell count was off the charts and I believe the exact quote was, "You have one of the worst cases of mono I have seen in 20 years of practice." Awesome. I got it in September and symptoms didn't go away until March. And no, I didn't get it from kissing someone. Unless symptoms can appear in less than a week. *random fact, there's a link between people who have had mono and the onset of fibromyalgia. Lucky me.*

~The time I used a special type of contact solution to clean my contacts real quick and pop them back into my eye. Turns out, the special contact solution was really hydrogen peroxide that your contacts have to soak in for 6 hours before using. My contacts soaked in them for about 6 seconds. I thought I had melted my eye off. I called my eye doctor the next day and he said, "You moron! What do you think the red labels on the bottle are for? You're lucky you aren't completely blind!" Ironically enough, it's now the solution I have to use every day.

~The year I went to Hawai'i. The best four months of my life.

~The time I got my second college job. (I worked at the Career Services Office at my school in Hawaii.)

~The time I became friends with two of my very favorite people ever.

~The time I tutored Chinese immigrants preparing for their Citizenship exam. Quite possibly one of my favorite volunteer opportunities I have ever had.

~ The time I will forever ask myself, "Why did you move home and not stay in Hawaii?"

*sorry, no pictures. I have one from about 5 minutes before I feel off the kitchen counter, but it's too scary. And y'all have seen so many of my Hawai'i pics already (but don't you worry, more slideshows to come!).*

Blogging 101

I've been blogging for 4 months and I think I know SO much that I'd like to share my wisdom with y'all.

Ha. Kidding. I hope you guys know my humor by now. Cockiness is really sarcasm. Just sayin'.

But I do want to share with all of you who are unfamiliar with this option and/or know about it but don't know how to do it. This is pretty much the only thing I know about blogger (which, if you continue reading, you'll see that I may not even be correct about all of it); any other useful tips are basically out of my realm of knowledge.

Did you know that you can receive any comment on your blog via email? Did you also know that you can respond to that comment via email? Personally, I LOVE responding to comments. I'm sure many of you wish I didn't because 9 times out of 10 I respond with a novel, but it comes with the territory. Sorry.

Anyway, a few people have asked me in the past couple months how you go about doing it and I thought I should just let the whole world in on the little secret. Two things must be done in order for this to happen.

1. Log into your blog account. Once you're in the dashboard, click on "settings," which is three buttons over from "new post." Then some sub-tabs appear; click on "comments." Scroll down to the end where it says, "Comment Notification Email." In the box, enter whatever email address you want comments to be sent to. Click save and smile :)

2. To respond to emails, all you have to do is click reply like you would any other message in your inbox. Sounds easy, right? Wrong. Click reply. If the email address that comes up next to the person who commented says, "No-reply comment," you're screwed. Kidding. But it totally stinks when you type out a HUGE email response and then you realize it's just going to float in cyberspace if you click send.

To set up your account so that your comment can be replied to via email, follow these steps, which are correct :) (if you read earlier, I was wrong. And figured it out on my own. Go me! I knew it sounded wrong when I wrote that, but needed to mull over it for a bit.).
~Go to your dashboard. (Don't know how to do that? Click "Customize" in the top right of your blog (you need to be signed in, but you should be since you followed step one already, right?) and then click "dashboard" in the upper right.
~Under your dashboard, click "edit profile" on the left side next to your picture.
~Under privacy, make sure the box where it says, "show my email address" is checked. **Actually, you may not need to do this, I'll let you know if you comment and I can't respond, LOL**
~Under Identity, where it says "email address" enter your email address. It can be a different email address than the one you use to sign in to blogger. For example, my blogger account is linked to my personal email address, but everything else blog related goes to
~Scroll down to the bottom and click "Save Profile" POOF! Finished!

I hope that's right. If it isn't, well, you're S.O.L.

Kidding, again.

Yay! Fun! Ready? GOOOO!

Monday, May 3, 2010

The Time I Passed Out on a Bench

AKA-- freshman year of college

I've decided to write four posts, one for each year of college, with some of my memories. Mostly because I want to write them down while I still remember them, but also because thinking back on some of the crazy things we did, I laugh. Laugh hard.

Freshman Year (in somewhat chronological order):
~I met my very best friend on move in day. She ended up only staying a semester and moving back to Boston, but that hasn't gotten in the way of our friendship at all. *Hi Carebear!*

~I walked in on my roommate having sex twice in the first week of living there. Um, if you'll remember, I went to Catholic schools my entire life. And am saving myself for marriage. Awkward. I believe the first time it happened I said something to the effect of, "Oh shit. This is weird." The second time, "Jesus Ashley, don't you know to put a rubber band on the damn door?? Get a clue." And then I turned around and walked out. Suffice it to say, our relationship wasn't a good one.

~The first time I ever got drunk (yea, I was underage. Whatever. I consider college a right of passage.)

~The first time I went to a frat party.

~The first (and only) time I've had my face licked (see picture) at said frat party.

*getting licked. the guy was a total tool. and i made sure he knew my feelings toward him every time I saw him.*

~The first time I ever broke an air hockey table. Cary and I were dancing on it on Halloween and broke it. I can't even explain how fast we jumped up, looked at each other, and bolted. I've never run so fast in my life. As we were running, we passed this girls dressed totally whory and I straight up laughed in their face. They said, "Is something funny?" I screamed in between laughs "Uh, yea, you look absolutely ridiculous!" And then a man dressed up as a bush, hiding in a bush, jumped out and attacked us. That night was way too insane. I think we laughed for a solid 2 hours.

*showing some love to the man dressed as a bush*

~Cary and I passed out on a bench outside of an apartment complex on campus. We vaguely remembered it when we woke up (although we still have no clue how we got home that night), but when I looked at my camera and saw a picture of us down for the count I died of laughter. The picture makes me laugh every time I look at it.

*I look like such a dude in this picture though, slightly disgusting.*

~The year I had got a knock on the door at an ungodly hour from the guys above me asking if I could get my roommate out their bunk bed because she wants to sleep together and he does not. Awkward.

~The year my floor mate waited outside my room until I got home one night because my roommate was in her room and needed me to unlock the door. Apparently she got locked out of the room and tried to open it with a bottle of toothpaste.

~The year I had my first hangover. And I'm not talking just a headache.

~The year I met some of the most awesome people ever that I feel incredibly fortunate to have in my life

~The first time I got kicked out of a bar. Yes, first time, which means it wasn't the only time. Ironically, it was always the same bar that kicked me out. Hmmmm.

~The first time I got in a fight with a bouncer for kicking me out of said bar.

~The time where my brother and I became friends instead of just siblings. He went to the same college and man am I glad he did. He has the greatest group of friends and I was so lucky to be allowed to hang out with them. I don't know if I could have survived college without him there for my first three years.

~The year where I woke up in the middle of the night to an obnoxious noise. I hate being woken up so I was fully prepared to lay it out to someone. What I woke up to find was the most hilarious site I have ever seen in my entire life. One of my best friends was wearing boxer shorts, a blanket on her back Superman cape style, 4 inch gold wedges on her feet (which were mine and two sizes too small for her), makeup crushed on the floor and her sobbing, trying to figure out why her bronzer wouldn't unlock the bathroom. She had also peed herself. So pathetic. So hilarious.

~The first, but not last, year I would wonder how I made it through without being written up or arrested.

~The year I changed my major for the first time.

~The time I found out I was going to be spending a semester in Hawai'i.

~The time I volunteered for Big Brothers, Big Sisters and realized how important helping inner city children is to me.

~The time that changed my life.

'Monday Minute'

It's time for Ian's "Monday Minute!" Although, with my length of answers, it's more like the Monday 20-Minute, but whatev bev. Wanna play along? Click the link to his name, copy/paste/answer the questions on your blog, link up at the bottom of his blog. Easy-peezy. So here we go!

Monday Minute

1. How much would you have to be paid to eat a human cadaver's finger?
That's disgusting. I'm not a cannibal and no amount of money could make me one either. Nasty. Ian, do you have Jeffrey Dahmer tendencies?

2. Describe the worst physical fight you've ever been in.
LOL! OMG, yea right. I look like such a fighter, don't I? I'm not violent, at all. Besides, I'm much better at verbal attacks and giving looks to kill. Minus the little tiffs I'd get in with my bro, I've never been in a physical altercation.

3. Name one song that if you never heard it ever again, you'd be thrilled.
Anything by the annoying Lady Gaga. Or Justin Bieber. Or that '100 Years' song by Five for Fighting. I scream every.time. it comes on. His voice hurts my ears.

4 . Describe the "drunkest" situation you've ever been.
HAHA! Oh Lord, do you have an hour? I've had my fair share of drunken escapades. Go big or go home, right? Um, let's see, since the time I was roofied was out of my control, probably another night my sophomore year of college. All of my roommates were out of town, so I got ready in my room by myself and just drank a lot in a little amount of time. I was drunk before I even left. Anyway, long story short, I went to a party with my friends, they wouldn't stop laughing at me, I was hammered, wandered away from the party back to my apartment by myself, ordered pizza, walked into my apartment and face planted on the coffee table, passed out in bed, woke up to the room phone ringing because the delivery man was there, to which I yelled, "I DON"T WANT ANY DAMN PIZZA! LEAVE ME ALONE!." I woke up to 50 missed calls and texts, a bruised face, a finger that was cut up, and alcohol poisoning. Let's just say that entire day was spent in bed with a trash can near by. I probably should have gone to the hospital (not a fact that I am proud of), but I got wrapped up in a "Dog the Bounty Hunter" marathon for the first time ever and couldn't pull myself away!

5. What's your biggest regret?
Not living in the moment and wishing away my high school and college years.

Thanks, Ian. Even if you do like human fingers.

Saturday, May 1, 2010

Still Not a Fan

A while back I wrote this post, making fun of the shorts below:

"Rocco Slim Fit Low Rise Jean Shorts

I still think this trend is, um, feminine, for lack of a better word.

And then, the other day, I logged onto to see new pictures uploaded by my brother's best friend, who is practically my bro as he as been in our lives for over 15 years. He is an incredibly successful model and really making his mark in the industry. So much so that he is the new face/spokesmodel for Lucky Brand Jeans. Don't believe me? Go to The man in with the scarf is him (I'll keep my opinions to myself on this look). You can also click on the men's tab and up pops a picture of him wearing a grey shirt.

Anyway, here's one of the pictures for the summer campaign he put on the book.

You better believe I made fun of him. Sorry, there are just some things that should not be considered fashionable. Bermuda shorts that hit above the knee on men is one of them. Along with tighty-whities, shoulder pads, and acid wash mom jeans. No thank you.

Nonetheless, I'm happy for him... especially since he isn't the one choosing the clothes! But I'm still just not a fan of this new look...

But that look? Now that, I can appreciate :)

Life Update

Update on all things going on in my life!

~Thank you, thank you, thank you for all of your kind words on my last post. I really was just sharing the prayer because I thought it beautiful, but I can't express how grateful I am for your encouragement and support. I had NO idea I would "meet" such a beautiful, wonderful, uplifting bunch of people when I started this blog a short 4 months ago!

~I have been on Cymbalta for over a year for the treatment of fibromyalgia (which I've had for two years now) and depression. It did wonders for my fibro issues (paresthesia= pins and needles sensation in the entire body. Basically, my whole body is constantly 'asleep' and chronic pain.) For the depression? Suffice it to say that it had A LOT to do with my debbie downer way of life as of late. To be completely honest, it made me feel like a 12-year-old psychopath. I had ZERO patience, snapped for no reason, was bipolar, and felt insanely immature- no 23-year-old should essentially be throwing a temper tantrum. I was horribly alarmed with my behavior and did not feel like myself, at all. I also had suicidal thoughts. Thoughts and plans are totally different, mine were just thoughts. As in, I would never think to do it, but the thought of being dead seemed like an easy alternative.

~SOOOO I finally went to my nurse practitioner on Thursday because clearly my current treatment was not working. Ain't that the understatement of the century? Anyhow, she decided to switch me to a new FDA approved drug for the treatment of Fibro and an anti-anxiety as needed. I've been on the new drug for three days. Only problem is it's a drug that you have to build up your dosage gradually. Unfortunately the dosage I am currently on is doing nothing for my fibro. The pins and needles is back in full force, the tips of my toes and fingers have been burning for two days, and my back (where I normally have the worst pain) is really, really sore, and I keep getting surges of tingling from my brain (truly. It's under the surface like my brain is asleep, not on the surface like an itch) to the my feet. However, my mood is 12948120598% better. I've been laughing, smiling, more patient, starting to remember the person I was years (yes, years) ago. I'm praying to God once we get the dosage up, this medicine will be the answer.

~Withdrawal from Cymbalta is, I would imagine, like going through withdrawal from narcotics. Chills, fever, sweating, shaking, head ache, stomach ache, vision issues, etc. I feel like a crack addict who needs a fix ;)

~You probably just learned way too much about my medical history than you ever cared to know. I'll spare you all and not share the rest ;)

~I have my anatomy final on Thursday and find out in a few weeks (by the end of the month) if I have been accepted to the Nursing School I applied to or not.

~If I get in, I'll start in August. If I don't get in, I will take a few more courses needed for another program in the summer and fall and apply to their Accelerated BSN program to start in January. I would also reapply to the ASN program I am hoping to get in to.

~I'm still babysitting all the time. Some weeks it's 20 hours, some weeks it's 45. The most I've done is, in a matter of 10 consecutive days, I had babysat 63 hours. **I should note, while I did lose my patience a few times with the kids more than I would have liked, they never, EVER, saw the side of me the scared me to death. Ever. I'd walk away and breathe in the other room if I felt the emotions go hay-wire. I could never let them see that side of me.**

~I'm going to Chicago with one of my very favorite people on May 28th! We're still trying to convince one of our other friends, but as for now it's just me and my buddy from DC. As my social life is, um, nonexistent, I am so excited for this trip. Plus, the 28th is his birthday and mine is the 20th, so we're celebrating being 23 in one of my favorite cities ever! How perfect :)

~I've really been slacking with responding to comments and reading blogs and commenting, and this week doesn't look like it'll be too promising either. I'm sorry.

~I don't understand what makes some bloggers so popular. I really, really don't. And no, that doesn't apply to any of you.

~I'm really, really looking forward to things calming down a bit this summer.

That's pretty much all that's going on here. Nothing exciting. Again, thank you all for being such a wonderful support system. I think we all need to move to an island and live our lives together. Wouldn't that be utopia?

Hope you all have a wonderful weekend! The storms were in full force at 3am this morning and it sounded like a tornado outside my window. Turns out it was a 15 year old Bradford Pear tree and Pine tree that snapped in half. I wish I could say this is the first time it's happened, but it's not. Our house has also been struck by lightning three times. Life in the midwest ;)


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