Diary of a Fickle White Woman

Guess what, folks! Ian is back!!! And not only is HE back, but so is the MONDAY MINUTE!!!! He's actually been back for a few weeks, but I'm finally getting around to doing it again. Welcome back, bud, it's good to see you in these parts again. Wanna play? Answer the questions & link up. 1. Aside from your armpits, what body part of yours sweats the most? I see your penchant for questions about bodily functions is still strong, huh Ian? Um, I sweat a lot, but I'll say my forehead or chest. 2. You have two slices of bread. You can add one additional ingredient to make a sandwich, but as much as you want. What are you putting on it? Peanut butter, without a doubt. 3. Can you put your entire fist in your mouth? I used to be able to, both horizontally & vertically. I used to take voice lessons, so my jaw became quite flexible with all those exercises to loosen it up. But I'm pretty sure it's one of the reasons I have TMJ syndrome now haha. 4. Open your emai

I won't... *say, "Because I said so, that's why!" (even though I say this fairly regularly while babysitting). *allow most battery operated toys. I hate them all & am fully convinced no toy inventor is actually a parent himself. *have so many bloody toys, that it's all people will notice when they walk into my home. Especially baby gear. My word, how is there so much stuff on the market for infants? They eat, they sleep, they poop. Bottles, bed, diapers. Boom, done. *say things like, "My house, my rules," "As long as you live under this roof, the answer is no," "Don't get smart with me!" "Eat your food, there are starving children in Africa," "Because I'm the adult," "Don't make stop this car!" and, my all-time favorite, "Don't make me count to 3, mister!" *allow video games or computer games unless they are educational. *use the TV as a babysitter. *argue with my husband in

I just joined chemistry.com. I have very high expectations. Not that I will find a mate. Or even go on a date, for that matter. But to have some hilarious correspondence's via email so that I can dissect them & share them with all of you. After all, my stories from eharmony & match.com are, hands down, the bests posts I've ever written. You're welcome.

Nursing school starts on July 5th and I think the reality of everything is really starting to hit me (read: slight panic, slight nervousness, slight ohmygodwhatamidoing, slight pleasedontfail, major freaking out.) I received an email the other day with my schedule for my first session, which is 4 weeks, or something like that. MWF: 8am-11am: Foundations of Nursing 12pm-3pm: Pathophysiology TTH: 8am-9:20am: Principles of Intervention (I wish I could tell you what this entails..) 9:30am-10:55am OR 11:10am-12:30pm: Principles of Intervention Lab And, of course, I'll spend more time on campus for lab practice & skills practice for the Lab class. Clinicals start after this session is over, so in August. Also, after this first session, the rest of my classes are broken up into 7 week sessions, with no more than 10 credit hours a session (that doesn't include clinical hours). People keep telling me how intense this program is going to be and they'd kill themselves i

If you haven't heard of this book by now, you clearly live on the (non) planet Pluto. I heard about the book a few years ago, but forgot about it until a couple months ago when I sought out my facebook friends for book suggestions. I think 5 different people suggested it and said it was amazing, wonderful, best book ever, blah blah blah. With such accolades, and my borderline obsession with elephants, I knew I needed to add it to my list, especially since there is now a movie version with Reese Witherspoon and 98% of the time, I refuse to see a movie before I read the book. Water for Elephants by Sara Gruen alternates between the Depression era of 1931 and 2001. In 1931, Jacob Jankowski is in the final weeks of veterinary school at Cornell when tragedy strikes and he runs away from life as he knows it. Wandering around the railroad tracks, he hops a train that ends up changing his life. The train is carrying equipment for the Benzini Brothers Most Spectacular Show on Earth-- a cir

I briefly mentioned this in my last post a couple weeks ago (whoops), but a month or so ago, after a night out with my girlfriends that was filled with ridiculous pick-up lines, I decided I need to write a blog called, "Shit you shouldn't say when you're trying to hit on a girl." I did intend to give it it's own site, but setting up a new blog is a pain in the tukus and I figured it could be a fun little series to just do on this blog, to bring some spice back. On Friday night I went out with my friends and the idea came up again, but someone suggested instead of making it just pick-up lines & instead of making it only specific to things said to girls, it should just be, "Shit you shouldn't say." Thinking about all the ridiculous things I hear (and say), I agreed. But, you know me, an idea is never fully developed. So now it's going to encompass a litany of things not to say OR do in any given situation. While my life is rather eventful on mo

~Sometimes I wonder how much alcohol is drunk or drugs are smoked before people post on facebook or twitter. Then I wonder how many people ask the very same question when they read my posts. ~Also FB related, people who whine, bitch, complain, are negative, or have FML at the end of their status the majority of the time are either being blocked from my newsfeed or deleted from my friends. If you have a roof over your head, bills paid, food on the table, clothes on your back, good health, and love in your life, you have nothing to be THAT unhappy about. Open your eyes and gain some perspective. ~I haven't gone out with my girlfriends in a month. I'm so not OK with this, but we've all been busy. Hopefully this problem is corrected, like, yesterday. ~Obama isn't releasing the photos of bin Laden. Personally, I think this was a horrible decision. I don't necessarily need to see the corpse, but you know a ton of people are going to speculate that he wasn't really kil

Within hours of getting my acceptance letter to nursing school, I was online looking for an apartment. The town I'm moving to is BUH-ROKE. It's an old factory town that has very little going for it, other than the university I am attending. Decent housing options are definitely hard to come by & I don't qualify for campus housing since I'm "an adult," which is funny, because aren't all the students in college legally adults? Anyramble. I got online and stumbled upon a great prospect on craigslist. I drove up and looked at the apartment two days later and thought it was perfect, but she wanted to fill it immediately, and I wasn't going to sign a lease until mid-June at the earliest. I kept looking, but had that place in the back of my mind. GOOD THING! She called me a few days later and asked if we could talk and maybe work out an agreement. She agreed to hold the unit until June 15 if I paid a small fee and signed a 14 month lease. Done & done!