Diary of a Fickle White Woman

There are three things that will get me through nursing school: 1. Prayer 2. The encouragement of family & friends, including all of you. Especially those who are in nursing school and can totally relate. 3. A well-stocked liquor cabinet. The more blog posts I read by fellow nursing students, the more I get freaked out. I KNOW this journey is NOT going to be a walk in the park, but the more I read, the more I feel like I'm totally unprepared and this is going to be even more difficult than I could even imagine. And I met with a friend yesterday who told me that one of our mutual friends is really having a tough time with her accelerated nursing program she started in May, the very program I was set to do before I changed my mind (again) and settled on the one I am now doing. She said she's really stressed and overwhelmed and thinking the accelerated program was a bad idea. Granted, she is working and going to school, and the program is mostly online, so probably a lot is se

Except I don't live in a mansion, I don't have an amazing pool in my yard, and you won't see the inside of my refrigerator-- or any part of my kitchen, for that matter, as I have yet to finish putting it together. BUT, you will see pics of every other room in my apartment! I'm sure it looks like I have a ton of stuff and that I probably spent quite a bit of money, but I did it all relatively inexpensively. I'm actually going to finish my kitchen and make some changes when I get back up there on Thursday, so I'll add some more pictures later in the week, but here are some shots of it as of now: This is what you see when you come up the stairs and look to the right. The couch my parents have had in the attic for years, waiting for one of us to take it. I bought a slipcover for it and some pillows and it looks totally different. That end table used to be in our sunroom and I repainted and bought a new shade for the lamp. I'm changing the decor on the wall behin

I seriously hope writing that title gets the damn "Jefferson's" theme song out of my head, because every time I think about the fact that I am moving this Saturday, I instantly start singing the song, and I'm starting to annoy myself. Yes, folks, that's right, I'm moving this saturday. In FIVE days. I'm really trying not to have a panic attack. I went up to my apartment last Wednesday to get my keys and clean the place. You know, I kind of planned on being there for a couple hours, assuming my cleaning would just be really light, touch up stuff for my OCD self, because I figured my landlord did a thorough cleaning for me. Um, no. It was disgusting and full of the previous tenants hair. That's just all kinds of gross. My mom and I spent 6 hours up there scrubbing every surface of the place, but at least now I know that it's spotless and that it was cleaned well. Speaking of my landlord, this woman loves to talk. She's very nice and we have a goo

I read this book over a month ago, before Water for Elephants , and LOVED it. It was such an easy read, but so relatable, so well written, so. darn. true. Actually, when I bought it with the other 90 books I purchased, I had a feeling it'd probably be one of my favorites of all time, and I was right, it is. Much of it, I was nodding my head in agreement, as if the writer and character had read my thoughts. I highly recommend this book and hope to read some more novels from Allison Winn Scotch. Jillian is a wife and stay-at-home-mom who has grown complacent with her life in the suburbs of New York City. She constantly thinks about her former life as an advertising exec, her former love, Jackson, and can't help but ask herself, "What if?" While venting to a massage therapist, he "releases her chi" (I know, kind of corny, but I swear, the book is good) and she suddenly finds herself 7 years in the past, with the ability to rewrite her future. Follow her as she

When I first found out I was going to be moving into my own apartment so that I could be closer to my nursing program, I was ecstatic. I've never lived by myself, and, after two years being back in my parents' home, I think the time is right to move on and reclaim my independence. However, I was immediately overwhelmed with how much "stuff" it takes to furnish an apartment and how nice having roommates was if only for the fact that the cost of everything was split. In case you didn't know, I'm crazy cheap (or frugal, for all you PC freaks.). I want the biggest bang for my buck and my favorite words are "sale," "clearance," and "free." Which is why I love my mother and her pack-rat ways. You see, I get my thriftiness from her, and while I used to always give her crap for how much junk she saved, all that junk is truly saving me a bundle of money. I'll brag about all the stuff I didn't have to buy when I move in and show off

I promise this blog isn't going to turn into a meme-only blog. A real post or two will be up this week! In the meantime, here's a little Sunday Stealing : 1. Your ex's car is on the side of the road, on fire. What do you do? Uh.... what ex? I have an ex? Well, if it was a civil break up, I'd call the police. If he was an a-hole and cheated on me or something like that, I'd laugh and say, "Karma's a bitch." Haha. Kidding. Sort of. 2. Your best friend tells you she is pregnant. What is your reaction? "Oh my God, seriously?!" Eventually I'd say congratulations, but only one of my friends is married, and already has a kid, so it'd be a little shocking if any of them said they were expecting. 3. When is the last time you wanted to punch someone in the face? Hahahaha... I have no clue. I always jokingly say something or someone makes me want to punch something or someone, but I couldn't tell you when that was. 4. What is the last thing

Sigh... it's Monday. Again. I work all day and am all kinds of lazy, so here's a little Monday Minute with Ian. Click the link below if you want to join in on the fun. 1 - What part of 'no' do you not understand? People know better than to use that word with me, so it's really never an issue. 2 - Which current reality show do you think you could win? The only reality shows I watch aren't competitions, besides Amazing Race, which I could maybe win, if I got in better shape. But I'd fail on Real World, because I'm not a drunken skank. I'd fail on Real Housewives because I've never had plastic surgery, I never have drama, and I'm not a millionaire. And I'd fail on 19 kids and counting because my name doesn't begin with a J. 3 - Would you amputate your right arm for ten million dollars? Probably not. I'm right handed, so losing it would be a real pain in the ass. And I really don't think getting a prosthetic and going through the

At least not in the online dating world. Y'all. I want to know HOW in sam hell PEOPLE FIND SPOUSES FROM ONLINE DATING. My neighbor actually just got engaged to a girl he met on match.com 6 months ago. My brother went on a 4 hour first date tonight with a girl he met online. Then I log onto chemistry.com and do you know what cards I've been dealt? The jokers. Seriously, that's how I'm going to refer to them, because I'm 0 for 3 with this online dating crap and I know now it really is all a joke. Fortunately, I truly did join chemistry.com for the stories. I'm about to be incredibly busy for 13 months. I don't want and don't need the distraction of a relationship, and, quite honestly, I think I need to become happier with myself, before I even begin to think about letting someone else in. So, yes, I joined for the stories, but then I found out I had to be a paying member to communicate with anyone, so my plan for stories almost went out the window. However