After having such a productive day off on Wednesday, nothing has been productive since. Working has been painful because my job is to wait on customers. THERE ARE NO CUSTOMERS. You'd think my bosses would find something for us to do, but they recognize our powerlessness and don't even bother. Then on Sunday, a day off, you'd think ah! Productivity. Nope, my husband was so tired from being nuts (nuts = staying up for almost 24 hours and being 49 years old), that he slept from 11:30pm on Saturday night until 5pm on Sunday. 5PM! Can you imagine? I got lots of puppy lovin in and read my book that I was so behind on reading. We did eat dinner and go to Lowes to get a lamp shade. We hung out with friends at church and were able to get back home at a suitable hour so I could get to sleep and get up to go to work where there is NOTHING TO DO.
Yeah, can ya tell its winter in North Georgia? They rolled up their sidewalks and went home for the winter. Not to be seen until spring again .
Tuesday, January 30, 2007
Thursday, January 25, 2007
So yesterday was an eventful day.
First things first, I was able to go to the dentist who looked in my mouth to find a gold mind. It was so bad that he said that on the next visit before any work would be done, he was going to do a comprehensive exam. That means that he will prioritize what has to be done first, how much has to be done and the time period it takes to do it. However, the hygenist was able to eliminate almost all of my smoke stains in my smile. She said that the ones in the back are permanent, but that's no big deal to me because no one can see them. Hurray, no more smoke stains! One thing down, ten thousand dollars left to go.
Then I was able to come home and nap with my husband. This is a treasure as he is working third shift now and I don't normally get to cuddle with him. A real perk to being married is a permanent cuddling buddy. It makes sleeping a lot warmer with a left over sensation of being safe.
About two I went and applied three different places for a table waiting job. Going back to school means waiting tables. This is a good thing because I like waiting tables. Amazingly John, Michelle and Mama all agree that it is a good thing to wait tables. Michelle says that I am in a different place than I used to be and waiting tables is okay. So table waiting I go. Hopefully someone will call soon. I really would enjoy not driving 35 minutes one way on a daily basis. Thirty five minutes means thirty miles up here too. So 15 to Dahlonega would be a welcome change. I miss my walk across the square from my apartment to work. It spoiled me.
Then I took the puppies in for their shots. I have named them all. There is Wolfman Jack, Jill, Rocky and Mikey. They were terrified at the vets office. All four of them crawled into my lap awaiting their shot. Luckily they didn't break the bank on the cost of the shots. I was afraid it would be like a doctor bill. Turns out it was $15 a pup. Perfect! No wonder people don't mind having animals! I have decided to keep Wolfman Jack no matter what however, the rest are to go. I put up a poster in the vet office and at Sweetwater. We shall see if anyone calls. There are not going to be any pups to the pound. I told John to suck it up on that one because all the facilities are kill and there are no non-kills. Nobody is killing my pups. If nature gets them, that's one thing, but there is nothing natural about killing them because they have been in a pound for two weeks. Stupid pound.
Then I went to babysit the Donnellys. AND wrote 45 thank you notes! Per John's request. He was so surprised that he looked at me this morning and said oh, you did them all? NO!!! There are 150 not 45. Stupid. I love him, but sometimes he doesn't get it. He cowered when I just looked at him like--stupid. He offered to do the dishes though, so all is right with the world.
Very eventful day. Hadn't had one of those in a while.
Goodness. It wears me out just writing about it. Ah well, back to the grind.
First things first, I was able to go to the dentist who looked in my mouth to find a gold mind. It was so bad that he said that on the next visit before any work would be done, he was going to do a comprehensive exam. That means that he will prioritize what has to be done first, how much has to be done and the time period it takes to do it. However, the hygenist was able to eliminate almost all of my smoke stains in my smile. She said that the ones in the back are permanent, but that's no big deal to me because no one can see them. Hurray, no more smoke stains! One thing down, ten thousand dollars left to go.
Then I was able to come home and nap with my husband. This is a treasure as he is working third shift now and I don't normally get to cuddle with him. A real perk to being married is a permanent cuddling buddy. It makes sleeping a lot warmer with a left over sensation of being safe.
About two I went and applied three different places for a table waiting job. Going back to school means waiting tables. This is a good thing because I like waiting tables. Amazingly John, Michelle and Mama all agree that it is a good thing to wait tables. Michelle says that I am in a different place than I used to be and waiting tables is okay. So table waiting I go. Hopefully someone will call soon. I really would enjoy not driving 35 minutes one way on a daily basis. Thirty five minutes means thirty miles up here too. So 15 to Dahlonega would be a welcome change. I miss my walk across the square from my apartment to work. It spoiled me.
Then I took the puppies in for their shots. I have named them all. There is Wolfman Jack, Jill, Rocky and Mikey. They were terrified at the vets office. All four of them crawled into my lap awaiting their shot. Luckily they didn't break the bank on the cost of the shots. I was afraid it would be like a doctor bill. Turns out it was $15 a pup. Perfect! No wonder people don't mind having animals! I have decided to keep Wolfman Jack no matter what however, the rest are to go. I put up a poster in the vet office and at Sweetwater. We shall see if anyone calls. There are not going to be any pups to the pound. I told John to suck it up on that one because all the facilities are kill and there are no non-kills. Nobody is killing my pups. If nature gets them, that's one thing, but there is nothing natural about killing them because they have been in a pound for two weeks. Stupid pound.
Then I went to babysit the Donnellys. AND wrote 45 thank you notes! Per John's request. He was so surprised that he looked at me this morning and said oh, you did them all? NO!!! There are 150 not 45. Stupid. I love him, but sometimes he doesn't get it. He cowered when I just looked at him like--stupid. He offered to do the dishes though, so all is right with the world.
Very eventful day. Hadn't had one of those in a while.
Goodness. It wears me out just writing about it. Ah well, back to the grind.
Tuesday, January 23, 2007
Sometimes I forget why I like the actors/tresses I like. Then I see a movie with them in it and go, oh yeah, only that part could be played by that person. That has happened to me two times in two movies in two days. My youngest step son gave me a movie for Christmas. What more could a step-mom ask for than a child who pays attention? He gave me Kingdom of Heaven. I have actually only seen this movie once in the theatre prior to watching it last night at home. In the theatre I thought it was pretty good. A-. Last night, I realized that this was the part Orlando was cut for. His constant fame of Pirates has made me forget why I liked him in the first place. Turns out the reason I liked him was that prior to Pirates, he could act. I mean convey emotions and lines without ever saying a word. That is acting. He does a lot of that in Kingdom. His character does not say much however when it does the lines are penetraing and the acting is fierce. Do I think the director almost killed the film with the length? Yes. Do I think that Orlando played his part well. Yes. Then the second movie is The Illusionist. I am a bit behind on current movies which is totally out of character for me, but I have been getting married lately so give me a break. Anyway, I don't know when this movie came out on the big screen, but it is great. Solid A. It has good special effects, a constant wanting for more of the plot without being pretentious and a great love story. Who could ask for more? The part that I like best is why I like Edward Norton. I love Edward Norton. I have liked him since he walked on the scene with Primal Fear. Gosh he's good. Kind of like Kevin Spacy and John Malcovich. Just a great actor. He makes Orlando look like a novice. The movie was amazing. The music was good, the timing just right and the cast well done. Gosh I love Edward Norton. He terrifys me and makes me want to fall in love with him. Awesome. I am so glad I am catching up on my movies.
Monday, January 22, 2007
Knock, knock on the door,
Whose it for?
There's nobody in here.
The world has come to an end tonight. Apocolypse is on the way I swear. I ate broccoli for dinner. Not broccoli like put it on my plate and looked at it, but actually digested an entire helping and had seconds. Yes, I said seconds. It had butter, cheese, was steamed in garlic salt and ranch on it. BUT I STILL ATE BROCCOLI.
Willing to go to any lengths...They told me I would have to change my whole life...does this constitute completion? Nope, but I am darn farther down the road than I was yesterday.
Whose it for?
There's nobody in here.
The world has come to an end tonight. Apocolypse is on the way I swear. I ate broccoli for dinner. Not broccoli like put it on my plate and looked at it, but actually digested an entire helping and had seconds. Yes, I said seconds. It had butter, cheese, was steamed in garlic salt and ranch on it. BUT I STILL ATE BROCCOLI.
Willing to go to any lengths...They told me I would have to change my whole life...does this constitute completion? Nope, but I am darn farther down the road than I was yesterday.
Sunday, January 21, 2007
Carter likes to hear about life at the farm. The farm is such a new adventure for me that everyday there is something new. We have had new calves. We have had new puppies (all seven puppies have made it to their six week birthday which means they will probably make it to doghood.). There is beautiful sites to see because of the mountains. The farm house is always telling me new secrets, like it has a rock foundation around the front and flashing around the back because of the direction of the typical wind. The wind would really create a draft if there was rocks around the base in the back, but because there is flashing, the wind has less of a chance of getting through. The rocks in the front are loose and the puppies found a hole the other night, which funny enough they can't seem to find again. Wonder why? Maybe because I am smart enough to fill the gap? They are totally confused. It is very funny. The cows are that stupid too. There is a calf caught in the mineral trough today. It crawled in there for more and can't figure out how to get out. As soon as we pulled in from Sweetwater, there it was hollerin at the top of its lungs as though to say: GET ME OUTTA HERE!!!! It was very funny because the rest of the heard was down in the trees where is was nice and warm and dry. You could here the mama cow calling for it going: Come on my stupid child. John is coaxing it out with bread. Did I mention that the cows love pumpernickle bread? They step on their young, brave the electric fence and head butt each other for a single piece of pumpernickle bread.
The nice thing about the farm is that you can tend to a farm and it is not an all day job even though it is a round the clock job. Pups crying at five in the morning. Sick cows needing a shot in the middle of the night. Coyotes howling as Baby, the dog, runs a pack off the land just before you lay down to sleep. Hay in the morning for the cows. Food for the dogs before and after work. Water the cows when you come home. Coax the crazy horse into a carrot once in a while. However, you can always leave for work and know that generally, nothing will change or go atrociously ary.
Today is a sad day in new discovery at the farm. The cow that birth her first calf will have to be put down. The calf was too big and suffocated in the birth canal. The coyotes took care of it. Then the cow remained paralyzed once the whole ordeal was over. Cows have natural epidurals. Once the calf gets into the birth canal, the hips splay and pinch a nerve that creates a temporary paralysis and allieviates all pain of birth. Guess women are the only ones to suffer labor. Because it was a troubled birth, the cow was paralyzed for too long. She hasn't snapped out of it, when normally the hips go back together, release the nerve and walla! Walking cow. There was no walla. She has been leaning up inside the barn for a couple days now and the swelling has overpowered her. She quit eating yesterday. The veteranarian said that they could let her die, because that is what would happen if she were a wild cow--wild cow? Yeah, I think I might have made that phrase up. Because that is what would inevitably happen or put her down ourselves. So John has to put her down.
Somehow this is sad to me. I don't know why exactly, perhaps because there was hope that she would get better? Perhaps because it is a $3500 throw away cow? Perhaps because it was her first calf and it was a horrible experience and she will never know that it doesn't always have to be that bad? Perhaps because I don't know how to not project emotions on things that don't have them? Although, I am beginginng to find that they do have some inclination of emotions. For example, Baby doesn't care for men. Legend, the horse, doesn't trust women and when there is enough people around will show off as though he were five instead of 25. That the pups cry for their mom and cows scream for their young when they are being weaned. Surely, this cow that can't move because its entire hind quarters won't move understands a loss of hope. Surely? I mean a cow is not something to be hunted. It is not something to be petted. It is not something for sport or luxury. But it is something of use. The cow lost its use. We all have a use at the farm and the cow lost its use.
That's sad.
I love this farm. Even the sad parts. It is such a good representation of life. Sometimes things lose their use. I hope I never do. God knows, I just became useful again. Hopefully, nursing school will increase my use. I sure don't want anyone to put me down!
John just came back in--the sick cow ate pumpernickle bread. Walla!
The nice thing about the farm is that you can tend to a farm and it is not an all day job even though it is a round the clock job. Pups crying at five in the morning. Sick cows needing a shot in the middle of the night. Coyotes howling as Baby, the dog, runs a pack off the land just before you lay down to sleep. Hay in the morning for the cows. Food for the dogs before and after work. Water the cows when you come home. Coax the crazy horse into a carrot once in a while. However, you can always leave for work and know that generally, nothing will change or go atrociously ary.
Today is a sad day in new discovery at the farm. The cow that birth her first calf will have to be put down. The calf was too big and suffocated in the birth canal. The coyotes took care of it. Then the cow remained paralyzed once the whole ordeal was over. Cows have natural epidurals. Once the calf gets into the birth canal, the hips splay and pinch a nerve that creates a temporary paralysis and allieviates all pain of birth. Guess women are the only ones to suffer labor. Because it was a troubled birth, the cow was paralyzed for too long. She hasn't snapped out of it, when normally the hips go back together, release the nerve and walla! Walking cow. There was no walla. She has been leaning up inside the barn for a couple days now and the swelling has overpowered her. She quit eating yesterday. The veteranarian said that they could let her die, because that is what would happen if she were a wild cow--wild cow? Yeah, I think I might have made that phrase up. Because that is what would inevitably happen or put her down ourselves. So John has to put her down.
Somehow this is sad to me. I don't know why exactly, perhaps because there was hope that she would get better? Perhaps because it is a $3500 throw away cow? Perhaps because it was her first calf and it was a horrible experience and she will never know that it doesn't always have to be that bad? Perhaps because I don't know how to not project emotions on things that don't have them? Although, I am beginginng to find that they do have some inclination of emotions. For example, Baby doesn't care for men. Legend, the horse, doesn't trust women and when there is enough people around will show off as though he were five instead of 25. That the pups cry for their mom and cows scream for their young when they are being weaned. Surely, this cow that can't move because its entire hind quarters won't move understands a loss of hope. Surely? I mean a cow is not something to be hunted. It is not something to be petted. It is not something for sport or luxury. But it is something of use. The cow lost its use. We all have a use at the farm and the cow lost its use.
That's sad.
I love this farm. Even the sad parts. It is such a good representation of life. Sometimes things lose their use. I hope I never do. God knows, I just became useful again. Hopefully, nursing school will increase my use. I sure don't want anyone to put me down!
John just came back in--the sick cow ate pumpernickle bread. Walla!
Wednesday, January 17, 2007
Thursday, January 11, 2007
OKAY! OKAY! OKAY! I GET IT! I was a horrible daughter to sort of, kind of, not tell the truth about how much homework I really had! Maybe not a horrible daughter, but a real pain in the neck. I can't believe the sins of the daughter are revisited on her by her girlfriend's kid. How is that possible? Grace had typed notes that had to be turned in tomorrow and she has known all week about it. How do I know that she has known all week? It is on her agenda that they send home at the end and beginning of every week. Craig went out of town as planned and they needed a computer. John let them borrow the home computer and for no apparent reason I am the one up at eleven o'clock at night after just packing up the computer and printer to ride home for twenty minutes to my house. Grace is asleep by now. This is what I get for saying sure, you have a few notes to type up, no problem. A FEW NOTES? It was four pages long, single spaced! On Dickens no less. DICKENS. That is hard stuff for a twelve year old especially when she is wicked smart like Grace. She has sentence structure that would embarass freshman at UGA. There are no such things as notes to her. All at once as I was printing up the notes and Sherry and Craig, who came home at the end of the process, were desperately looking for paper to print on and all I could think was of being up at two in the morning with my Dad trying without succeeding to finish a social science project when I would never make an A. But it wasn't two in the morning, I am here at home by midnight blogging about child hood flashbacks that could righteously be construed as nightmares for my parents. Thank goodness for it only being notes. Thank goodness it is not quite midnight. Thank goodness I am no longer twelve. Thank goodness. Just thank goodnes...
Wednesday, January 10, 2007
There is nothing like a good piece of clothing to make you feel better, give you encouragement and lighten the spirit. Yes, I am giving a lot of power to something as material and trivial as a cashmere, longsleve, black sweater, however, sometimes that is all it takes to make me happy.
Actually, John took me shopping on Sunday. My love for John is what really makes me happy. He thought that I would like something from Sax because I have found a couple of things there before at the 400 outlets. Unfortunately, there was nothing at Sax. Well there might have been but due to the chaos of new management, there was no way to find anything. It was about like shopping at the Salvation Army. For Sax, that is saying something. So I went to Ann Taylor and LOVED the whole store and went to Brooks Brothers for women and LOVED the whole store. I found about several hundreds of dollars that I would love to dress in on a daily basis. Instead I got three pieces. I still managed to leap over the first hundred dollar mark. John didn't seem to care how much I spent. I think that is a guy thing. Guys like to buy pretty things for their gal. I watched my Dad buy pretty things for my Mom all my life. She lights up similar to the way I light up when John gives me something. I picked out a PINK--I can't believe that it is pink--button down, tapered shirt and a set of grey pants. The pants that I picked out are slightly too tight. They fit perfectly. They are the size I want to be too--well actually I want to be a size smaller, but I really hate buying a size bigger. They fit in the legs, the waist and the length, but there is that line...you know the line, around the pockets and highlighting the panties. ERG. So I bought them anyway and am determined not to wear them until I can.
It is amazing what a little motivation can do for a gal: as a result, I dropped dance due to assessment that 1) I have not lost any weight rather maintained the weight I had; 2) It is getting expensive on so many levels: money, time, miles on the car; finally 3) if I am willing to drive all the way to Athens to dance, then I am willing to stay at home and run. So I ran. Monday I ran a mile and walked a mile cool down. Tuesday I ran a mile with only a lap cool down due how dark it got because of snow clouds and that my friend was in the hospital and I needed to go see him. Today, I will probably do the new pilates dvd that my Mom gave me three months ago. Don't get me wrong, I am not doing this on my own. I am running with this chica from work. She is eighteen and a senior in highschool. She is the one who turned me on to nursing. She is positive and helpful as she used to run cross country and can remember what her coach said to her where as I cannot to save my life. She also loves to run and had been upset that she had to quit competitive running due to a heart murmur. I asked her if I was running fast and she smiled. I asked her what her miles were when she was running competitively, she said six minutes and under on a rare occasion. Now I know why she smiled. Her mother and brother and boyfriend think that it is nuts that we are running in 32 degree weather. I think it is exciting that I have FINALLY become willing to go any lengths to become happy with my body and my wieght. I am also excited that God sent me a running mate. We dress in three layers: long johns, extra t-shirt and sweats. By the time we are on our second lap we are warm and she is sweating. It takes me to the third lap to break a sweat. We are running in Pitts Park and you'd think that we'd be the only ones out there, but there is a soccer fiend from the highschool boys soccer team who is out there, an older man who is probably on a health watch and several teenagers who have the words I DO DRUGS stamped across their forehead cuddling together as though it is romantic to be at the park with their s.o.'s in freezing temperatures. Whatever! Did I mention my running buddy's name? Angel. Funny huh? She is my running Angel.
My guess is that the lovely black sweater, that was the third piece of my purchase on Sunday, is not the reason I feel good today. My guess is that it is my spiritual experience in becoming active in my life again. I have wanted for a long time to be willing to lose weight, to be willing to do what it takes, to be Rocky and overcome the odds of me growing into a plump American. I have known for years the most successful way for me to do so is to run. I have not been willing. I have been praying for months to become willing. My first step was becoming willing to dance.
In the process of dancing in the past four months, I have found that I am completely powerless over what I eat. If you say icecream, I scream until I get it. If you say chocolate, there is no help for me, my body will obsess over it until it is in me. The only relief is it being devoured. In the past three days, there has not been a craving for either. I have eaten well and not obsessed. I have been praying for a while: God please remove the obsession to eat more than I need and in the past three days that has been true. Michelle says that it is a process and that faith in God will ease the way and give me strength to do the things that are best for me. The prayer is something she suggested and it seems to be working. I feel better today. I have hope that I will continue to feel better about myself from here on out. I don't know what is on the horizon for me, but I know that as long as I keep taking care of myself, it will lead to God's will.
This scripture comes to mind: Trust in the Lord with all your heart, mind and soul, lean not on your own understanding. I would tell you the book, chapter and verse, but I don't know it. Maybe Corinthians. I don't think it matters, it just matters that I know the word of God.
I am grateful today. I am grateful I know my God. I am grateful I know his Word and can apply it to my life. I am grateful to be willing today. I am grateful for cashmere. I am grateful for powerlessness and the power of prayer. I am grateful for my running Angel.
Actually, John took me shopping on Sunday. My love for John is what really makes me happy. He thought that I would like something from Sax because I have found a couple of things there before at the 400 outlets. Unfortunately, there was nothing at Sax. Well there might have been but due to the chaos of new management, there was no way to find anything. It was about like shopping at the Salvation Army. For Sax, that is saying something. So I went to Ann Taylor and LOVED the whole store and went to Brooks Brothers for women and LOVED the whole store. I found about several hundreds of dollars that I would love to dress in on a daily basis. Instead I got three pieces. I still managed to leap over the first hundred dollar mark. John didn't seem to care how much I spent. I think that is a guy thing. Guys like to buy pretty things for their gal. I watched my Dad buy pretty things for my Mom all my life. She lights up similar to the way I light up when John gives me something. I picked out a PINK--I can't believe that it is pink--button down, tapered shirt and a set of grey pants. The pants that I picked out are slightly too tight. They fit perfectly. They are the size I want to be too--well actually I want to be a size smaller, but I really hate buying a size bigger. They fit in the legs, the waist and the length, but there is that line...you know the line, around the pockets and highlighting the panties. ERG. So I bought them anyway and am determined not to wear them until I can.
It is amazing what a little motivation can do for a gal: as a result, I dropped dance due to assessment that 1) I have not lost any weight rather maintained the weight I had; 2) It is getting expensive on so many levels: money, time, miles on the car; finally 3) if I am willing to drive all the way to Athens to dance, then I am willing to stay at home and run. So I ran. Monday I ran a mile and walked a mile cool down. Tuesday I ran a mile with only a lap cool down due how dark it got because of snow clouds and that my friend was in the hospital and I needed to go see him. Today, I will probably do the new pilates dvd that my Mom gave me three months ago. Don't get me wrong, I am not doing this on my own. I am running with this chica from work. She is eighteen and a senior in highschool. She is the one who turned me on to nursing. She is positive and helpful as she used to run cross country and can remember what her coach said to her where as I cannot to save my life. She also loves to run and had been upset that she had to quit competitive running due to a heart murmur. I asked her if I was running fast and she smiled. I asked her what her miles were when she was running competitively, she said six minutes and under on a rare occasion. Now I know why she smiled. Her mother and brother and boyfriend think that it is nuts that we are running in 32 degree weather. I think it is exciting that I have FINALLY become willing to go any lengths to become happy with my body and my wieght. I am also excited that God sent me a running mate. We dress in three layers: long johns, extra t-shirt and sweats. By the time we are on our second lap we are warm and she is sweating. It takes me to the third lap to break a sweat. We are running in Pitts Park and you'd think that we'd be the only ones out there, but there is a soccer fiend from the highschool boys soccer team who is out there, an older man who is probably on a health watch and several teenagers who have the words I DO DRUGS stamped across their forehead cuddling together as though it is romantic to be at the park with their s.o.'s in freezing temperatures. Whatever! Did I mention my running buddy's name? Angel. Funny huh? She is my running Angel.
My guess is that the lovely black sweater, that was the third piece of my purchase on Sunday, is not the reason I feel good today. My guess is that it is my spiritual experience in becoming active in my life again. I have wanted for a long time to be willing to lose weight, to be willing to do what it takes, to be Rocky and overcome the odds of me growing into a plump American. I have known for years the most successful way for me to do so is to run. I have not been willing. I have been praying for months to become willing. My first step was becoming willing to dance.
In the process of dancing in the past four months, I have found that I am completely powerless over what I eat. If you say icecream, I scream until I get it. If you say chocolate, there is no help for me, my body will obsess over it until it is in me. The only relief is it being devoured. In the past three days, there has not been a craving for either. I have eaten well and not obsessed. I have been praying for a while: God please remove the obsession to eat more than I need and in the past three days that has been true. Michelle says that it is a process and that faith in God will ease the way and give me strength to do the things that are best for me. The prayer is something she suggested and it seems to be working. I feel better today. I have hope that I will continue to feel better about myself from here on out. I don't know what is on the horizon for me, but I know that as long as I keep taking care of myself, it will lead to God's will.
This scripture comes to mind: Trust in the Lord with all your heart, mind and soul, lean not on your own understanding. I would tell you the book, chapter and verse, but I don't know it. Maybe Corinthians. I don't think it matters, it just matters that I know the word of God.
I am grateful today. I am grateful I know my God. I am grateful I know his Word and can apply it to my life. I am grateful to be willing today. I am grateful for cashmere. I am grateful for powerlessness and the power of prayer. I am grateful for my running Angel.
Wednesday, January 03, 2007
What do you want to be when you grow up?
I want to be a teacher....well, it would mean that I would have to get a masters in teaching because my degree does not qualify to teach.
I want to be a lawyer....except I don't want to have to take an LSAT or a bar exam. Both are large and frightening to a point of paralysis.
I want to be a nurse. Maybe. I am gathering information. So far I have found out that I cannot get into nursing school because my GPA is too low from college. What does that mean? Once again, I have spent $80k on an education that is worthless. BUT, she says. The lady at the admissions office for the school of nursing, I couldn't get in anyway for fall of 2007, it would be at least fall of 2008 so I could go ahead and take the courses in the general college, raise my gpa and have the qualifying courses I would need anyway and take less when I get accepted to the school of nursing. 5-600 apply every year to the school and they only take 100 students. And Georgia wonders why we have a nursing shortage? So you might very well get in, just not this year. AND, she says. The lady from the nursing school, that I have to get into the undergraduate program at the college first before the nursing school will even consider me. So what does that mean?
I applied today for the undergraduate program at the college. I sent in an application, $25 check and had my transcripts faxed for what it is worth. The deadline is January 9, I just made it. They asked me for extra-curricular activities, I said Quilters and Godspell, growing up and becoming an adult. I hope I get in. I meet all the requirements for the undergrad program. Who knows. Maybe. I have to make A's to bring up my gpa. A's in Anatomy, Physiology and MicroBiology. Just saying the course names scare me. Maybe.
What do I want to be when I grow up? Something. God please tell me what, but something.
I want to be a teacher....well, it would mean that I would have to get a masters in teaching because my degree does not qualify to teach.
I want to be a lawyer....except I don't want to have to take an LSAT or a bar exam. Both are large and frightening to a point of paralysis.
I want to be a nurse. Maybe. I am gathering information. So far I have found out that I cannot get into nursing school because my GPA is too low from college. What does that mean? Once again, I have spent $80k on an education that is worthless. BUT, she says. The lady at the admissions office for the school of nursing, I couldn't get in anyway for fall of 2007, it would be at least fall of 2008 so I could go ahead and take the courses in the general college, raise my gpa and have the qualifying courses I would need anyway and take less when I get accepted to the school of nursing. 5-600 apply every year to the school and they only take 100 students. And Georgia wonders why we have a nursing shortage? So you might very well get in, just not this year. AND, she says. The lady from the nursing school, that I have to get into the undergraduate program at the college first before the nursing school will even consider me. So what does that mean?
I applied today for the undergraduate program at the college. I sent in an application, $25 check and had my transcripts faxed for what it is worth. The deadline is January 9, I just made it. They asked me for extra-curricular activities, I said Quilters and Godspell, growing up and becoming an adult. I hope I get in. I meet all the requirements for the undergrad program. Who knows. Maybe. I have to make A's to bring up my gpa. A's in Anatomy, Physiology and MicroBiology. Just saying the course names scare me. Maybe.
What do I want to be when I grow up? Something. God please tell me what, but something.
Monday, January 01, 2007
So, how's married life?
This is the question that everyone is asking me these days. The reality answer is I DON"T KNOW. The answer I give is, "Well, it's different." Typically, I get a good chuckle or a smile. It is the correct answer. Marriage is different. Mostly change is the difference. Most people have about one major change at a time. I had four out of five. The only other person I know that this has happened to and survived is my mother. I had a instrumental person in my life die. I moved to a new home. I got married. I got a new job. The only thing left is to get a divorce. So when I answer different, I mean really different. There are days when I am overwhelmed with joy and have no choice but to cry, like the day John brought home a Christmas tree, or the day we picked up our new cabinets that our friend gave us, or the day the puppies were born. Then there are the days that I am overwhelmed with the differences/changes and I have no choice but to cry, like the day I realized that I only got to see my family for ten hours for Christmas instead of four days or that I have more my family than I can ever imagine, or that I can't imagine my life without John or that I don't know why everyone doesn't live on a farm. Married life is confusing. I have found some benefits to married life: John loves doing laundry and vaccumming; heavy lifting, bugs and nastiness is no longer a problem; coffee is always made for me in the morning. There are some not so good things too: Some of my clothes have shrunk; there is no dishwasher other than myself; computer time is limited because I don't have priority to the computer because I am not working only in entertainment and finally, there is NO ROOM in the home.
All that being said, we have puppies. Puppies make the world better. There are somewhere between four and six of them. The stongest toppled out the other day and John loved on it and tossed it back under the house with the others. I saw them for the first time today. They are in a pile under the house and are black and white and brown. They are all Baby's puppies. Beautiful. We also have four new calves. And there is a new butter dish on its way. There are new things everyday and much like the puppies, they make me happy. More than anything, married live is happiness at this point. I can't imagine a more loving husband or a warmer home. God knows what's next in my life, but right now, I'm happy.
This is the question that everyone is asking me these days. The reality answer is I DON"T KNOW. The answer I give is, "Well, it's different." Typically, I get a good chuckle or a smile. It is the correct answer. Marriage is different. Mostly change is the difference. Most people have about one major change at a time. I had four out of five. The only other person I know that this has happened to and survived is my mother. I had a instrumental person in my life die. I moved to a new home. I got married. I got a new job. The only thing left is to get a divorce. So when I answer different, I mean really different. There are days when I am overwhelmed with joy and have no choice but to cry, like the day John brought home a Christmas tree, or the day we picked up our new cabinets that our friend gave us, or the day the puppies were born. Then there are the days that I am overwhelmed with the differences/changes and I have no choice but to cry, like the day I realized that I only got to see my family for ten hours for Christmas instead of four days or that I have more my family than I can ever imagine, or that I can't imagine my life without John or that I don't know why everyone doesn't live on a farm. Married life is confusing. I have found some benefits to married life: John loves doing laundry and vaccumming; heavy lifting, bugs and nastiness is no longer a problem; coffee is always made for me in the morning. There are some not so good things too: Some of my clothes have shrunk; there is no dishwasher other than myself; computer time is limited because I don't have priority to the computer because I am not working only in entertainment and finally, there is NO ROOM in the home.
All that being said, we have puppies. Puppies make the world better. There are somewhere between four and six of them. The stongest toppled out the other day and John loved on it and tossed it back under the house with the others. I saw them for the first time today. They are in a pile under the house and are black and white and brown. They are all Baby's puppies. Beautiful. We also have four new calves. And there is a new butter dish on its way. There are new things everyday and much like the puppies, they make me happy. More than anything, married live is happiness at this point. I can't imagine a more loving husband or a warmer home. God knows what's next in my life, but right now, I'm happy.
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