So with my new job comes a new wardrobe of scrubs. I've been looking forward to scrub-full days forever, so I've likewise been wanting to go scrub shopping. Well long story short I kept bugging chris that I need to go buy some. Yesterday I got home from work and asked if I could go get them. Then I looked at the table and there were 3 brand new, really cute, scrubs. Yeah...I just might keep him.
Tuesday, August 30, 2011
Saturday, August 27, 2011
work
So I realized I should mention that I may be a bit absent from now on out.
I got a new job. Not only that, its a full time job. 8-4 Monday through Friday. Its the first time I have ever had a full time job. I've worked full time hours between my two part time jobs I have had several times. But never all in one place. But never while I have been a mama. So it is a bit of an adjustment juggling the whole working mom thing.
Not only did I get a new job, Zo started to go to "school." This has also been an adjustment. Probably more so for me that it is for her. She screams when I leave her, but Chris says she always is hesitant to leave when he picks her up. And they give her crackers in the morning. I found this out when she woke up this morning and thats the first thing she asked for. But she has blossomed. She is a lot more vocal than before. And last night we played with one of our couple friends who have a little boy a few months older than Zo and they played wonderfully.For the first time. So as much as I hate having to give her to other people to take care of while I am gone, I love that it is helping her by being with lots of kids.
I never knew that I would love a job as much as I love this one. Its my first CNA job, and it is just perfect. I go to this man's house and hang out with him all day. I wanted to do home care because I hated the assembly line feel at a nursing home. I get to actually help him. Make a difference more than just change their clothes and wheel them to the dining room. I was actually kind of sad when I said my good byes yesterday, knowing that it would be 2 whole days without going there. I love having days off and being able to just spend time with my family, but part of me misses my job. How cool is that?! I found a job after months of not working that I just love. Perfect. I know that I have been put here to help people. And this has truly shown me that nursing really is my calling.
I got a new job. Not only that, its a full time job. 8-4 Monday through Friday. Its the first time I have ever had a full time job. I've worked full time hours between my two part time jobs I have had several times. But never all in one place. But never while I have been a mama. So it is a bit of an adjustment juggling the whole working mom thing.
Not only did I get a new job, Zo started to go to "school." This has also been an adjustment. Probably more so for me that it is for her. She screams when I leave her, but Chris says she always is hesitant to leave when he picks her up. And they give her crackers in the morning. I found this out when she woke up this morning and thats the first thing she asked for. But she has blossomed. She is a lot more vocal than before. And last night we played with one of our couple friends who have a little boy a few months older than Zo and they played wonderfully.For the first time. So as much as I hate having to give her to other people to take care of while I am gone, I love that it is helping her by being with lots of kids.
I never knew that I would love a job as much as I love this one. Its my first CNA job, and it is just perfect. I go to this man's house and hang out with him all day. I wanted to do home care because I hated the assembly line feel at a nursing home. I get to actually help him. Make a difference more than just change their clothes and wheel them to the dining room. I was actually kind of sad when I said my good byes yesterday, knowing that it would be 2 whole days without going there. I love having days off and being able to just spend time with my family, but part of me misses my job. How cool is that?! I found a job after months of not working that I just love. Perfect. I know that I have been put here to help people. And this has truly shown me that nursing really is my calling.
Friday, August 19, 2011
Rush
This is a short fiction piece I cam up with through Red Writing Hood's prompt:
You were to start your piece with “We had to leave immediately” and end it with “And then we realized we were already home.”
so here it is.....
Yea, I can't believe I just wrote a story about peeing your pants, let alone post it. But, either way, it is here for your enjoyment. Llet me know what you think.
You were to start your piece with “We had to leave immediately” and end it with “And then we realized we were already home.”
so here it is.....
We had to leave immediately. There was no more avoiding the inevitable. Today was going to be the day, and believe me, I wasn’t ready for it. We had just spent the last hour cuddled under the blanket, legs continually moving—sometimes faster than others. I couldn’t concentrate. It was taking over my body. And it took every ounce of me not to give in right then and there.
This was the first time we had been out since the incident, and I thought I was prepared. Turns out nothing can truly protect your dignity. I told him to drive faster. We had to get home immediately. He tries to peak the tension by whispering sweet nothings. But, it only makes it worse.
But, all the avoiding and pleading was fruitless. The new post-birth bladder was still in need of training, and apparently today it lost. In the car. Wearing my favorite jeans. Mortified, I look up and realize that, naturally, we’re already home.
Yea, I can't believe I just wrote a story about peeing your pants, let alone post it. But, either way, it is here for your enjoyment. Llet me know what you think.
Wednesday, August 10, 2011
Flash from the Past
So I had one of those country song moments where you meet someone in your past and feel proud of your future kinda thing. Only we were just friends.
A little history lesson:
I went to school with this girl since 2nd grade. And I swear, most of the time we were in competition with everything. We did become really good friends for a couple of years in middle school, but we still had about the same ambitions. Something happened in 8th grade, I'm foggy on the details now, but long story short she hated me. With a passion.
Jump forward to high school. We made up freshmen year, friends again for most of high school but were in different groups. My school of 100 wasn't really big enough to justify calling them cliques. Anywho, we still kinda kept going for the same scholastic goals. Some she got, some I did. After graduation the girls went on a little trip. I was only there for one of the 4 or 5 days everyone else was. And apparently after I left she got upset over something and left early. All of us were deleted off facebook and no one really heard of her again.
....until last weekend. I saw her at a local ice cream shop. I contemplated on talking to her for a bit, then Zoey got loose and ran off. She naturally cut in front of her and her parents, so a conversation was inevitable. Turns out she is leaving in a couple weeks to get her PhD. Holy cow, I just got my bachelors! Talk about a downer.
But then, I realized there was no ring on her finger. No child calling her mom. And I realized that I am the lucky one. My education is just as important to me as it is to her, our goals are just different. for once. I would not trade my family for any degree in the world. They are my pride and joy now. They are what is important.
Sure, it would be awsome to be called Dr. Alicia. But, honestly, I am Dr. mom, chef mommy, mama nurse.... and I am totally ok with that.
A little history lesson:
I went to school with this girl since 2nd grade. And I swear, most of the time we were in competition with everything. We did become really good friends for a couple of years in middle school, but we still had about the same ambitions. Something happened in 8th grade, I'm foggy on the details now, but long story short she hated me. With a passion.
Jump forward to high school. We made up freshmen year, friends again for most of high school but were in different groups. My school of 100 wasn't really big enough to justify calling them cliques. Anywho, we still kinda kept going for the same scholastic goals. Some she got, some I did. After graduation the girls went on a little trip. I was only there for one of the 4 or 5 days everyone else was. And apparently after I left she got upset over something and left early. All of us were deleted off facebook and no one really heard of her again.
....until last weekend. I saw her at a local ice cream shop. I contemplated on talking to her for a bit, then Zoey got loose and ran off. She naturally cut in front of her and her parents, so a conversation was inevitable. Turns out she is leaving in a couple weeks to get her PhD. Holy cow, I just got my bachelors! Talk about a downer.
But then, I realized there was no ring on her finger. No child calling her mom. And I realized that I am the lucky one. My education is just as important to me as it is to her, our goals are just different. for once. I would not trade my family for any degree in the world. They are my pride and joy now. They are what is important.
Sure, it would be awsome to be called Dr. Alicia. But, honestly, I am Dr. mom, chef mommy, mama nurse.... and I am totally ok with that.
Saturday, August 6, 2011
my strange situation
So I kinda have this strange situation.
I was/am (this technicality is a direct descendant of this strange situation I speak of) a dance minor.
The dance advisor is somewhat of a nutcase most days, really sweet lady, but totally not in our dimension most of the time. Well, I met with her spring semester (after spending months trying to set it up mind you because she never answers the phone or emails) and decided I had fulfilled all my requirements for graduation assuming I passed my classes. For such a conversation to count in the school's eyes, she had to document it on their online tracking system in addition to their records.
Well, apparently she didn't do it. On the second to last day of class I realized this and sent her an email. She responded and said she would get right on it the next day. Well, she obviously didn't, because it still isn't posted.
The dance department is gone ALL summer. And when I say gone, I mean don't read their emails for 3 months and just forget to EVER read them once school starts back up kind of gone. So reaching this lady has been fruitless.
So long story short I couldn't register for graduation.
Longer story shorter, I finished all my requirements for my degree yesterday.
So, I should be a college graduate.
but I'm not.
So instead of feeling accomplished and happy, I feel like little ol me.
So there is my situation. I "graduated" with an English degree yesterday. But I really didn't. Even though I did.
THE END
I was/am (this technicality is a direct descendant of this strange situation I speak of) a dance minor.
The dance advisor is somewhat of a nutcase most days, really sweet lady, but totally not in our dimension most of the time. Well, I met with her spring semester (after spending months trying to set it up mind you because she never answers the phone or emails) and decided I had fulfilled all my requirements for graduation assuming I passed my classes. For such a conversation to count in the school's eyes, she had to document it on their online tracking system in addition to their records.
Well, apparently she didn't do it. On the second to last day of class I realized this and sent her an email. She responded and said she would get right on it the next day. Well, she obviously didn't, because it still isn't posted.
The dance department is gone ALL summer. And when I say gone, I mean don't read their emails for 3 months and just forget to EVER read them once school starts back up kind of gone. So reaching this lady has been fruitless.
So long story short I couldn't register for graduation.
Longer story shorter, I finished all my requirements for my degree yesterday.
So, I should be a college graduate.
but I'm not.
So instead of feeling accomplished and happy, I feel like little ol me.
So there is my situation. I "graduated" with an English degree yesterday. But I really didn't. Even though I did.
THE END
Monday, August 1, 2011
my cute little friends
So I remember the day I got my email address. I was in 7th grade, and my dear friend, Clarissa, showed me how to do it. I wanted something cool with numbers instead of words, and so the life of iwilldance4ever was born. I have tried to create newer ones, but this one just sticks for some reason. I have one that is a little more grown up, but I am pretty selective on who gets that one. It is mainly just for jobs and contacting school and whatnot.
So over the 10 or so years I have had this email, I have signed up for numerous accounts for what have you: from neopets to myspace. Consequently, I get about 80 junk emails a day. Sometimes I just go and look at all the nice people who want to talk to me.
such as:
50 plus online dating,
security camera,
Latino Singles,
and her cousin Asian Singles.
Bra
and I'm assuming her sister Candy, because she wants to "keep it sweet" as per what the subject says,
However Candy's arch enemy Liposuction pops up every once in a while.
also I have Shoes (ok, this one makes sense), and her old grandpa Stove.
I really wish Aircraft Loans and Bahamas are friends, because that would be pretty sweet.
Snowblower and Air Conditioner aren't very friendly though. For some reason Snowblower likes me more, because he writes me about twice a day.
These are just some of my dear friends on my first page, I have many more on pages 2-29.
Anywho, I really love all my friends in my junk mail. Do you get similar little love letters? :)
So over the 10 or so years I have had this email, I have signed up for numerous accounts for what have you: from neopets to myspace. Consequently, I get about 80 junk emails a day. Sometimes I just go and look at all the nice people who want to talk to me.
such as:
50 plus online dating,
security camera,
Latino Singles,
and her cousin Asian Singles.
Bra
and I'm assuming her sister Candy, because she wants to "keep it sweet" as per what the subject says,
However Candy's arch enemy Liposuction pops up every once in a while.
also I have Shoes (ok, this one makes sense), and her old grandpa Stove.
I really wish Aircraft Loans and Bahamas are friends, because that would be pretty sweet.
Snowblower and Air Conditioner aren't very friendly though. For some reason Snowblower likes me more, because he writes me about twice a day.
These are just some of my dear friends on my first page, I have many more on pages 2-29.
Anywho, I really love all my friends in my junk mail. Do you get similar little love letters? :)
Zzzzz
I love that I can be all the way up stairs and I still hear my husband snoring.
I honestly wonder how on earth I sleep at night.
I honestly wonder how on earth I sleep at night.
Oh yes, that's right.
I don't.
On a side note: We had the house to ourselves this weekend. And you want to know what we did? Nothing.
And it was perfect
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