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i am: tired of snow and not looking forward to work tomorrow.


i think: about things that don't matter.

i know: that all things work for good.

i want: Medsurg 3 to be over.

i have: cellulitis in my boob. Thanks nipple pincher fiance of mine.

i wish: that it was October.

i hate: discrimation.

i miss: my mom.

i fear: ...

i feel:
i hear: my dad snoring.

i smell: the winter air.

i crave: a hug from my fiance.

i search: for my keys. Every morning.

i wonder: if I will survive this semester.

i regret: few things, they have all shaped me.

i ache: to have a home.

i care: for people.

i always: lose my keys. And everything else.

i am not: going to let Military Mary get under my skin... too much anyway.

i believe: in God.

i dance: with my sister.

i cry: when I forget to take my happy pill.

i don’t: want to go to work tomorrow.

i fight: to be sucessful.

i write: less and less all the time.

i never: thought I would give up my dreams; I still haven't.

i stole: my fiance's heart :)

i listen: to God's voice.

i need: motivation to make it through til May.

i am happy about: knowing that all difficult things come to an end.

Freewrite

My grandma used to make snow icecream with the 2nd snow (never the 1st), so tonight I made some. She used to make hers with  milk and chocolate syrup. Mine included powdered sugar, milk, cocoa, and peanut butter, and of course, snow. It was amazing. My mom called me by my fiance's last night today. It made me smile; my first name rhymes with my soon-to-be last name. My best friend makes fun of me. I love it. Sometimes I dream of dropping out of nursing school. I've almost made it though. Less than a year and a half. It's like survival of the fittest. Out of 40 something that got in freshman year, there are 7 of us left. I've worked my ass off. I am tired of working my ass off. I think my medication needs to be increased. I think the game Dutch Blitz is so fun. We've been playing it for years, and my brother's girlfriend is addicted. She's so darling. I just love her. My friend's are pissed because I chose her to be in my wedding instead of them. I secretly love her way more than them. I'd never tell them that. Blog-stalking craft blogs is so fun. I want to be a crafty-mama one day. I repurposed a shirt today. Too bad my brother's girlfriend already claimed it. She just looked too cute in it. This time last year my momma and I were quilting every weekend. The only one that got finished was the one she didn't help me with. I gave it to my other sister for her birthday. She never uses it. During this snowstorm, I've been dreaming of getting snowed in with my fiance at our cabin. It would be so fun. We would get out his aunt's tractor and plow the snow. I'd go in and make homemade soup and hot cocoa, and we would cuddle up together and enjoy the day together.

The end.

Complaining, as usual

There is currently 3 feet of snow outside. I am snowed in with my parents who want a divorce, my cranky 19 year old brother that doesn't take off his wet boots when he comes inside, and the nephewpup who ate my toasted coconut for the cookies I was going to make today. My fiance is snowed in... 6 miles away. There's only decaf coffee here. And, i think I have cellulitis in my boob.

Don't you wish you were me?

More el lame-o reasons for not blogging:

-I can't think of anything to say
-I had to take an exam on this fine snow day
-My parents want a divorce
-I can't find my favorite pajamas

-I am snowed in at my parent's

-Sewing

-Baking

-No homework to complain about

-The dog tried to eat my wedding garter. Managed to eat my mom's ice cream, tampons, a football, my hand, my sister's Nerds, my ice cream, and a pillow. Today.

-Danny Gokey. Or whatever his name is.

El lamo

My lame excuses for not blogging:

-Military Mary
-Snow
-Wedding planning
-My nipple is bleeding, thanks to my fiance
-My car is out of gas
-I have an exam today
-The dog ate my homework... and my mom's shoes, and the toilet paper, and my grandmother's homemade bread, and a football, my bra, my coffee cup holder thing. Oh, and more of the couch.

Woody care

Tamra, at Surprisingly Sane has been talking about penises. So, naturally I've been thinking about... well, penises, and it made me decide to share a story.

When I was 15, I did a CNA program through my highschool. I started working at my local hospital as a CNA on the cancer unit. Some of the nurses on the unit used to call it "Heaven's Waiting Room" because most of the patients were there to die.

Anyway, this one middle-aged male was dying from some sort of cancer (that's irrelevant anyway). I was doing my bathing rounds, and I got to his room, got my supplies, and started a bed bath for him. He was barely conscious when I went in the room. I cleaned him up, all except for his catheter, and as I start to clean his catheter, he roused from the land of unconsciousness, and says to me, "You're real good at that!" Now me being, well, me, turned six shades of red, not that he could really tell anyway, cause he was dying, or supposed to be. The nurse in the room that was giving him his medications started laughing. I quickly finished cleaning his catheter, as he began telling the nurse about how I had "the perfect touch". I had the perfect touch alright; my "perfect touch" gave this strange man a woody!

I was took the brunt of the jokes that week. The nurses would tease me about doing, "woody care" on my patients instead of "catheter care".

As if this wasn't embarassing enough with me being 15, giving my patient a woody, etc, I saw the patient the next week leaving the hospital. Before I realized what tumbled out of my mouth, I said, "I thought you were supposed to be dead!" He just smiled. The nurses say I "healed" him.

I think he's still alive today.

My love/hate relationship

I have a love/hate relationship with life right now.

Love: Getting married
Hate: Wedding planning

Love: Nursing school
Hate: Studying

Love: Helpful & assertive professors
Hate: Military Mary

Love: Sleeping in
Hate: Waking up 5 minutes before class starts

Love: Wearing contacts
Hate: Nephewpup ate my glasses

Love: The hospital
Hate: Being a patient

Love: Technology
Hate: The red patches my heart monitor leaves on me. It seriously looks like an octopus has been making out with my ribcage and/or upper boob

Love: Patients
Hate: Poop & IVs