Tuesday, April 26, 2011

How Journalism Should Be

In case you forgot, I have my BA in journalism. Obviously I don't intend on using that degree, considering I'm starting nursing school in a few short months (eek!), but I'm still very much passionate about the field and writing will forever be a part of who I am, whether I make money off of it or not. A while back, I wrote about why I chose to not become an employee of American media, but every so often, I come across an incredibly well-written piece that makes me long to be the journalist I used to see myself being.

The following article I received in an email, written by Charlie Reese and was his last published article in the Orlando Sentinel before entering retirement. Mr. Reese writes in such a clear, unbiased, factual manner and should be considered an inspiration for how journalists should work. He writes the way they wrote 49 years ago, when he first started his career, and the way news is to be reported and the way all journalists were actually taught to write and report. If all media was covered in a way that does not bash one party over the other, ridden with opinions and lies, or poorly written and reported , I probably would have put forth more effort in using my degree.

Hats off to you, Mr. Reese, for 49 years of amazing work!

545 vs. 300,000,000 People

-By Charlie Reese





Politicians are the only people in the world who create problems and then

campaign against them.


Have you ever wondered, if both the Democrats and the Republicans are against

deficits, WHY do we have deficits?

Have you ever wondered, if all the politicians are against inflation and high
taxes, WHY do we have inflation and high taxes?

You and I don't propose a federal budget. The President does.

You and I don't have the Constitutional authority to vote on appropriations.

The House of Representatives does.

You and I don't write the tax code, Congress does.

You and I don't set fiscal policy, Congress does.

You and I don't control monetary policy, the Federal Reserve Bank does.


One hundred senators, 435 congressmen, one President, and nine Supreme Court

justices equates to 545 human beings out of the 300 million are directly,

legally, morally, and individually responsible for the domestic problems that
plague this country.


I excluded the members of the Federal Reserve Board because that problem was

created by the Congress. In 1913, Congress delegated its Constitutional duty

to provide a sound currency to a federally chartered, but private, central

bank.


I excluded all the special interests and lobbyists for a sound reason.

They have no legal authority. They have no ability to coerce a senator, a

congressman, or a President to do one cotton-picking thing. I don't care if

they offer a politician $1 million dollars in cash. The politician has the

power to accept or reject it. No matter what the lobbyist promises, it is the

legislator's responsibility to determine how he votes.


Those 545 human beings spend much of their energy convincing you that what

they did is not their fault. They cooperate in this common con regardless of

party.


What separates a politician from a normal human being is an excessive amount

of gall. No normal human being would have the gall of a Speaker, who stood

up and criticized the President for creating deficits. The President can only

propose a budget. He cannot force the Congress to accept it.

The Constitution, which is the supreme law of the land, gives sole

responsibility to the House of Representatives for originating and approving

appropriations and taxes. Who is the speaker of the House?

John Boehner. He is the leader of the majority party. He and fellow House

members, not the President, can approve any budget they want. If the

President vetoes it, they can pass it over his veto if they agree to.


It seems inconceivable to me that a nation of 300 million cannot replace 545

people who stand convicted -- by present facts -- of incompetence and

irresponsibility.. I can't think of a single domestic problem that is not

traceable directly to those 545 people. When you fully grasp the plain truth

that 545 people exercise the power of the federal government, then it must

follow that what exists is what they want to exist.


If the tax code is unfair, it's because they want it unfair.


If the budget is in the red, it's because they want it in the red.


If the Army & Marines are in Iraq and Afghanistan it's because they want them

in Iraq and Afghanistan ...


If they do not receive social security but are on an elite retirement plan

not available to the people, it's because they want it that way.


There are no insoluble government problems.

Do not let these 545 people shift the blame to bureaucrats, whom they hire

and whose jobs they can abolish; to lobbyists, whose gifts and advice they

can reject; to regulators, to whom they give the power to regulate and from

whom they can take this power. Above all, do not let them con you into the

belief that there exists disembodied mystical forces like "the economy,"

"inflation," or "politics" that prevent them from doing what they take an
oath to do.

Those 545 people, and they alone, are responsible.

They, and they alone, have the power.

They, and they alone, should be held accountable by the people who are their

bosses.

Provided the voters have the gumption to manage their own employees...


We should vote all of them out of office and clean up their mess!




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Monday, April 25, 2011

Mark My Words

This will be the song played at the first dance at my wedding. I'm obsessed with Adele and have been since I heard "Chasing Pavements" a few years ago. I heard her version of "Make You Feel My Love" (original by Bob Dylan) probably a year or so ago, and I've been obsessed with it ever since. Such a beautiful song sung by a beautiful woman with an amazing voice.






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Thursday, April 21, 2011

Home Depot is NOT for Wimps.

My day certainly didn't go the way I had intended, but then again, does it ever?

I woke up to a text message that made me smile from ear to ear. The sun was shining, I went tanning, got in a good workout, and was off to work for a few hours. The day was just going great.

Then I went to Home Depot and shit went south.

So there I am, walking through the parking lot, when this crazy broad comes tearing around the corner at 50mph (slight exaggeration. Sue me.), ready to whip it into the handicap parking spot when I am so startled by someone so reckless that I must look like a dear in headlights (pun not intended).

She stares at me with this evil witch look like, "Move you piss ant, I must park my super cool PT Cruiser NOW!"

And I'm all, "OK, fine. I'll pretend you didn't just almost hit me and carry on my way."

So I take a step forward, and do you know what this person does?! HITS THE DAMN GAS!

What. The. Heck?!?!

Naturally, I stop again and look at her. She clearly says something and moves her hand in a motion like, "WTF?! I want to park there, get out of my way!"

So I stand there and wait for her to park, only she doesn't move her car and says, "Are you stupid?"

Oh HELL NO.

I walked around the other side of her car to get out of the way and noticed her passenger window was down, so I flipped and screamed "WHAT THE FUCK IS YOUR PROBLEM?! I'm just walking into the damn store when you came out of nowhere, driving like a drunk, and damn near hit me. Pop a Xanax!"

And then I hightailed it into the store, thinking I'd be safe, but fully expecting to find my car keyed and tires slashed once I went back outside.

But of course the story doesn't end there, because, per usual, my life is just full of ridiculous moments.

There I am, standing in the knob and pulls aisle when a construction worker joins me. I'm pondering over which pulls to buy for a dresser I'm re-doing when I hear him grunting and can feel him undressing me with his eyes. Creep. I give him the side eye and a half smile and return to my business.

He keeps grunting.

I keep gagging.

Finally, I decide that I'll come back another time and walk away, when he grunts one last time and adds, "DAYUM" for good measure.

First I get hit on at stop lights, and now at the hardware store. What the heck is next?!

And that, folks, was my 10 minute trip to Home Depot.

**note: I'm the least confrontational person ever, but the PT Cruiser bitch had it coming. I mean, honestly? I'm stupid because you're being an irrational, reckless driver? Also, she wasn't old and, from what I could tell, wasn't even handicapped, so it wasn't like I told off a granny or something.**

**sorry for the cussing**



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Monday, April 18, 2011

Apologizing No More

When I first started blogging, I really wasn't sure how long it would last, how much I would have to say, and how many wonderful people I'd meet (in person and virtually). I began reading blogs right after I had graduated college. I was unemployed, trying to adjust to life post-college, unsure of where my future was headed, having several health issues not being managed, and, really, pretty depressed. I liked reading about other people's lives so that I didn't have to think about my own, even though in June 2009 I did actually start this blog and intend to right about my life. At that time, though, I only managed to write one post, come up with a title, and throw a background up.

I abandoned my blog for seven months before returning full force. I liked the idea of putting my journalism degree to some type of use and to also meet new people and gain support from people with unbiased opinions. But, as my readership grew, I began to feel the pressure to follow those who follow me. Comment on those blogs who comment on mine, and reply to comments. Read each and every post that pops up in my dashboard. And, most importantly, blog at least every other day. I did pretty well for awhile and, for the most part, enjoyed every aspect of blogging.

As the months went by, my course load became more intense, I began to work more hours each week, I still had to keep up with my responsibilities at home, and I still wasn't feeling so great about where my life was going-- especially with all the uncertainty regarding nursing school that lasted way. too. long. Half not wanting to continually write posts where I whine or sound like Debbie Downer and half not having the time or energy, my blogging became more and more infrequent.

Unfortunately, my lack of blogging took an even bigger toll on me. I'd feel incredibly guilty for not blogging more often, even worse for not reading others, and worse, still, for not replying to comments (or emails, for that matter) in a timely matter, and, sometimes, not at all. I've written countless posts apologizing for my absence, made personal promises to get back on track, and think regularly, "I need to blog about this." And while I do feel bad, I cannot apologize any longer.

The fact of the matter is, I love blogging, I truly do. I love the connections I've made, the way it allows me to express myself, and the endless support I receive. However, I have so much going on that I cannot allow myself to feel guilty for not spending more time on blogger. I'll do it when I can and not fret when I can't.

Do you know how many times I've logged on in the past 10 days? Twice. One of which was 10 minutes ago, to write this post and possibly another. I have an immense amount of reading that I could catch up on, but I also have cleaning and organizing to do, friends to spend time with, kids to babysit, and a million other things to take care of. So if I do catch up and you see a comment from me on a post that was written two weeks ago, great. But if I don't get around to it, I'm OK with that, too.

I'm not abandoning my blog. I certainly have so much to share now and in the future, especially as I embark on my nursing school journey. But don't be surprised if my popping in is more sporadic and my commenting is less frequent. I'm 23 and enjoying living my life. I cannot let blogging become a burden, otherwise, my infrequency will likely evolve into non-existence.



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Thursday, April 7, 2011

The Next Steps

Thanks for all the congrats, well wishes, and words of support on my last post; it means the world and more to me and I continue to feel blessed by the amount of love and support I've found through blogging.

Some of you asked details about the program I am doing, so I thought I'd answer them here.

On July 1st, I have an all-day orientation where I'll get my books for my first three classes, my student ID, my nursing school ID, another tour, fitted for my uniform & lab coat, meet my fellow classmates, have a picnic, etc. etc. The first session of classes begins on July 5th, 2011 and I will graduate with my BSN (bachelor's of science in nursing) at the end of August 2012-- so it's a 14 month program.

Things to do before July 1st:

1. Pay $150 dollar deposit-- check!

2. Find a place to live that's close to campus & move in. The campus is over an hour away from my house and commuting at least 5 days a week just seems like a complete waste of valuable time. My clinicals can also be as far north as Fort Wayne (about 2 hours from my house) and as far south as Indy (in my backyard). It will be good to be centrally located to both cities, and if I have a clinical at Indy, I'll just stay at my parents' house the night before. I actually found an apartment on Cragislist and went and looked at it yesterday. It was absolutely perfect, but she wants to fill it, like, yesterday, and I'm not moving for a couple more months. I'm hopeful she isn't able to fill it, but, if she does, I'll have to find somewhere else. Along with this, I need to find a bed and mattress, but all the other furniture my parents' have collecting in their attic-- thank God!

3. Become CPR certified. I'm required to take the American Red Cross Professional Rescuer course. I just looked up when the class is offered and I'm a little miffed. May 21st is the only day it's offered and it's from 8-5 on a Saturday. Y'all, my birthday is May 20th. Can I go to CPR class hungover? (kidding... rar)

4. Get a full physical, including immunizations and TB test (which I've already done, since it's required for me to volunteer).

5. Complete a background check.

6. Get a drug screening.

7. Buy supplies. Things I already know I need include: a wristwatch with a second hand (I have a watch, but will be buying another one that can, uh, handle fluids); pocket-sized spiral notebook; bandage scissors (check! thanks mom & dad!); penlight; googles/shield (check!); stethoscope (I have one, but will be buying a better one); optional: blood pressure cuff and hemostat.

8. New shoes. They must be either all black or all white and non-canvas. I'll probably buy all black athletic shoes or crocs for lab and another pair of super comfy shoes for clinical.

For now, those are the most important things. I'm so excited and can't even believe, after two years, my dream is finally becoming a reality!



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Tuesday, April 5, 2011

Marianne Fancypants, SN

Do you know what the "SN" stands for?

Student Nurse.

I GOT ACCEPTED TO NURSING SCHOOL!!!!!!!!!!

Two years of hard work and a roller coaster of emotions has finally paid off and I will be starting an accelerated bachelor's program on July 5th. Three months from today!!!!!!!!

Cloud 9, that's where I am! I'll be back with another post later, for now, I need to do a happy dance!
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