Diary of a Fickle White Woman

Sunday: ~Finish lifespan development paper ~Study for lifespan development midterm ~C25k Week 2 day 3 Monday: ~Work 8-5 ~Study for lifespan development midterm if I have energy, otherwise, pack Tuesday: ~Wake up early and study for midterm ~Advanced Physiology 12-1:20 ~Study for midterm and take it at 3 ~Pack ~C25k repeat week 2 Wednesday: ~Work 8-5 ~Bible Study @ 7 ~Do lifespan development homework that's due Sunday ~Study for advanced physiology quiz Thursday: ~Maybe get up early and do repeat week 2 run, but that's probably overly ambitious. ~Advanced physiology 10-120, including quiz ~Haircut @ 2 ~Finish up last minute packing ~LEAVE FOR NYC AT 7:15!!!!!!!!!!!!! So. Much. To. Do. I am ready for it to be at least 2 on Thursday! Oh, and fingers crossed I get to and fro safely... damn terrorists are at it again and of course I'm flying to the most targeted region of the country. I don't live in fear though, so I'm not too concerned. Since I have so much going on th

I was checking the traffic on my blog and noticed multiple hits from someone logged in at "Police Athletic League of Jacksonville," in FL, and I have a few questions for you, kind reader. 1. Are you a man between the ages of 24 and 33? 2. Are you 6'0" or taller? 3. Are you single? (Ha, nice that this is my third concern.) 4. Are you outgoing? 5. If you said yes to all of the above, allow me to introduce me and my single self ;) If you aren't all or any of the above, know any co-workers who fit the criteria? Let's be honest, who can resist a man in uniform? Oh, and a big ole "thanks" for reading my blog!

Oh, hi! This is me, procrastinating. I have a paper due Sunday by midnight (anyone want to write it for me?) and it's like history repeating itself, because I probably won't write the darn thing until Sunday. And I have a midterm to take next Tuesday, which I could start studying for, but since when do I do anything that far in advance? Motivation is totally lacking. Oh, and this is for my online lifespan development class (which I like a lot! super interesting!), not the devil that is advanced physiology. Anyway, so this morning I was jolted out of my bed by a tornado warning. Lovely start to the day. I was not happy because I had planned to sleep another freakin' hour before getting up, so I decided a two hour nap this afternoon was appropriate. More procrastinating. I then decided to to surf the net for awhile, and said, "Hey, maybe I should pretend I still write a good blog and throw up a post," so here I am. I seriously considered doing a post that said, &quo

Anyone who knows me or has read my blog for longer than 5 minutes knows these two things: 1. Family means the world to me and I love spending as much time as possible with any one and everyone I am related to. 2. I'm obsessed with babies. And guess what? My two favorite things just got a little better today. My beautiful cousin Bridget, awesome mother to miracle twins Max and Tyler , gave birth to the much anticipated Baby Girl Jones (or Baby Robot, if you ask her brother's) this morning, 10.20.10, at 8 a.m. So, everybody, welcome to the world Margaret "Maisie" Susan Jones! Congrats Bridge, Andy, Max and Tyler! I'm so happy for your beautiful family and can't wait to meet your newest addition. Love you guys!

"Too often we underestimate the power of a touch, a smile, a kind word, a listening ear, an honest compliment, or the smallest act of caring, all of which have the potential to turn a life around." Leo Buscaglia Image taken by me in Soho, NYC 2005. Tiles painted by children in remembrance of 9/11/01.

Because I got a nannying job, and I know my lack of employment was consuming every fiber of your being with worry. One kid, 9 months old, 30 hours a week until January (MWF), 36 hours a week January until I start nursing school. Whenever that may be. I've done the math for how much I'll make between now and July and Fickle White is very, VERY happy. Work kicked me hiney today. I have an even deeper appreciation for stay-at-home madres. Between 9 hours of playing, feeding, keeping safe, walking, laundry, vacuuming, and cleaning dishes, then grocery shopping, coming home and cooking dinner, cleaning up my house, and studying for my exam in the a.m., I be wiped. That is all. Toodles,

Sunday Stealing: Another 50 Questions Meme, Part Two Indeed! For my answers to part one, click here . 26. Do you like someone? I like a lot of people. I love even more. If you're asking if I have a crush on someone, the answer is no. Do I have a "What if?" the answer is yes. 27. The last song you listened to? The Hokie Pokie. Haha. I kid. Best I Ever Had- Drake and American Honey- Lady Antebellum were the last songs I chose to play. 28. What time of day were you born? 11:03 p.m. 29. What’s your favorite number? 4, 16, 20. 30. Where did you live in 1987? Before May 20th @ 11:03 pm, my mother's uterus. After May 20th @ 11:03 pm, a suburb of Indianapolis. 31. Are you jealous of anyone? Of everyone who has found the love of his/her life, of people who have no regrets, but I'm not jealous of any one particular person. 32. Is anyone jealous of you? I'm pretty awesome. I'd be jealous of me. 33. Where were you when 9/11 happened? I was a freshman in high school a

I've read a few blog posts lately that have literally made me laugh out loud. I instantly thought, "Wah! I wanna be funny again!" I miss having funny stories to share with you from match.com. Or driving. Or babysitting. Or just my typical crazy antics. But the truth is, my life has been incredibly boring lately. Don't get me wrong, I still say crazy one-liners all the time (like the text I sent to my mom, "I'm pretty sure someone is man-handling my uterus,") sorry to my male readers if I just made you want to stab out your eyes and run around singing, "LALALALALALA" until the image gets out of your head. but they just aren't worthy of an entire post. So let's catch you up to speed on the boringness, shall we? I'm hardly babysitting at all. Maybe once every other week. BUT! I have a trial with a family next week and if it works out for both of us, I'll be working MWF 8-4 until July. I still have as active of a social life as som

I re-started the C25K program today. I had finished the first week and done every interval as I was supposed to (although I was going to repeat the week just because), but came down with a nasty cold the night of my third run and had to take a week off. I started it up again tonight and did well. I didn't even need my rescue inhaler when I got home! Whoop! Improvement already :) However, I'm about ready to rip my nose off my face (you guys know I'm really dramatic, right?). Every time I run, either inside or on a treadmill, about half way through, my nose begins to burn. I'll come home and take a zyrtec and smear vick's in the nasal membranes (lovely image, I'm sure), but it never takes long for the sneezing to come on full force and the sinuses to drip, drip, drip. Apparently it's called exercise induced rhinitis; something about putting the cardiovascular system into overdrive can release too much histamine, creating an allergic reaction of sorts (holy cra

Another 50 Questions Meme, Part One (perhaps!) 1. When you looked at yourself in the mirror today, what was the first thing you thought? I've only looked in the mirror once today and thought, "Wow. I look AWESOME!" And I said that in a totally sarcastic tone. 2. How much cash do you have on you? $0.00. I have over 200 in checks and I need to deposit and cash them soon. 3. What’s a word that rhymes with DOOR? Snore. Poor. Snooki'sawhore. 4. Favorite planet? Hmm. Jupiter? I seem to reference that a lot for some reason. Uranus will never not be funny. 5. Who is the 4th person on your missed call list on your cell phone? Some number from a Charlotte, NC area code. Stalkers. They love me. 6. What is your favorite ring tone on your phone? Right now I have Bob Marley's "One Love" as my ring tone, but I like my Christmas tones, too! I have "Jingle Bell Rock" and "Mele Kalikimaka." And no, I do not pay for ring tones, I have a blackberry and c

Jess , aka my twin, tagged me in this fun little question game! 1) What is your favorite holiday (whether Halloween, Thanksgiving, Christmas) food? Honestly, food (except chocolate) doesn't excite me. I'm embarrassed to admit I've had a post in the works for over 2 months about my relationship with food and just can't find the right words to get it together. I appreciate a good holiday meal, but I don' t have a favorite food associated with that meal. 2) If you could go on any vacation, without thought to time or money, but it could only be ONE place, where would you go? Either Fiji, Tahiti, or Bora Bora. Somewhere in the South Pacific. 3) Show me your dream wedding dress . Definitely NOT strapless. I loathe. No offense, it's just what everyone has and I also hate the idea of having to adjust my top all day. No thanks. And, also, ivory or champagne, not white white. Something really romantic, classic; I want to like it on my wedding and 50 years later. None of

Hi, my name is Marianne, and I have a shoe addiction. I went to Target last week to replace my black flats and my leopard print flats. You know, with the money I don't have. I've literally worn holes into both and figured it was only a matter of time before people started giving me the stink eye for my disheveled footwear. My intention was to leave with two pairs of shoes, at most. I left with five (in my defense, two were only 5 bucks each) . I got home and scrambled to figure out where in sam hell I was going to put five more pairs of shoes. I live in a decent sized house and have a decent sized room with a decent sized closet. Storage shouldn't be an issue, right? Well, in theory. Except when this is your shoe collection: Those shoes under hold 12 pairs each ( ps, they look like they have solid supports in them on the infomercial and online. lies. they're actually pretty flimsy, but work for now.) . The one on the bottom has at least 24 pairs crammed into it. And t

Remember back in the winter when I was babysitting 60 hours a week? I can't believe I'm saying this, but I miss those days! Not only for the busy-ness, but also for the lovely income! One family had to drop me for financial reasons, another one just doesn't have the need for me as much, I had to drop one family because it wouldn't work with my school schedule this fall, and my other family-- honestly, I don't know what happened, but they found someone to replace me as their primary sitter and only use me occasionally. I think they were worried about my schedule and didn't believe me when I said I could handle it, because we're still on great terms. But it still hurts. So here I am, with time on my hands, bills pouring in, and no income. At all. I have no clue where I'm going to nursing school. It may be in Indiana, it may be in friggin' Jupiter. Who the hell knows. And I cannot talk about the drama surrounding that situation right now because I migh

"The greatest degree of inner tranquility comes from the development of love and compassion. The more we care for the happiness of others, the greater is our own sense of well-being. " Tenzin Gyatso, the 14th Dalai Lama Image from Google Images

Say eff it to school Sell some belongings Buy a one-way ticket to Hawai'i Get a job to make enough to survive Live in paradise for a couple years Figure out what I want to do with my life Maybe then return to the pursuit towards nursing school This drama-queen post is brought to you by my severe emotional instability that has become progressively worse in recent months and someone who shall remain nameless telling me maybe I'm not cut out for nursing school if I'm struggling so much in advanced physiology-- a prerequisite. Maybe all the hurdles and crap I've encountered so far over the past year and a half of trying to get into nursing school is a sign. I know I won't settle for online nursing programs , either. Maybe I'm not supposed to be a nurse. I used to have clear visions of what my future held-- or what I hoped it held-- lately though, it's completely empty. This is a glimpse into why I've been feeling like I'm stuck in a rut. *comments closed