Saturday, May 30, 2009
Let me tell you a story. When I was but a young (and very immature) girl, I went to college. I went to college in Minnesota for a few years and floundered and floundered and floundered my time and money away. (I had fun though.) So when I thought I had done all the floundering I could possibly do, I went to BYU-Idaho (formerly known as Ricks College - who the heck is Rick anyway). I started out pretty good there.....and then I got preoccupied and I started to flounder again. Flounder my time and my money and my grades, that is. I floundered so much that they (Rick) told me to leave..."and don't cha come back no more no more no more no more, hit the road Jack (lynita) and don't cha co-me back no more", he said.
Wow, that hurt. I was so upset, I didn't know what to do with myself. I felt like a total failure. As a matter of fact, I WAS a total failure.
Sooooo, as my life went on, this failure thing started to really affect me. It affected my self- esteem, it affected my relationships, it even affected my marriage. So, one day, I woke up, after having three kids, and decided. That was it. I wasn't gonna feel like this anymore. I decided to go back to school and prove to MYSELF that I WAS NO FAILURE.
So, I did. I went to school. I did my very best in every class I took. (I even WENT to every class.) I did it with three very small children. I did it while I did daycare and transcriptions from my home. I did it through ectopic pregnancies and surgeries and sprained whoozits and whatcha-ma-call-its. I DID IT. I got my RN. I graduated with some very impressive grade-age. (Hey, it's hard to spell words that aren't really words.)
Now, as I sit here, filling out my application for the bachelors RN degree from BYU-Idaho (well, okay, obviously I've taken a break from filling out my application because I'm here now talking to you), I just find it kind of ironic, that I could get a bachelors degree from the very place that told me to get out and never come back. By the way, this isn't the first time I've tried to fill out the application. I think I've printed it off at least 9 times since I graduated. Quite honestly, I think I'm a little scared to go back there. (I wouldn't actually, physically go back there. It's an online program.) I'm afraid they might just tell me to go away again.
So...wish me luck. I HOPE I get up the nerve to apply.... and I hope they let me back in.
Thursday, May 28, 2009
Thursday, May 21, 2009
So typically, when I come to work I have one or two kids and nothing much to do but blog and watch a little tv. (after I've taken incredibly awesome care of my patients and their worried parents and made everybody smile, of course) So tonight when I mozied in to work, I was very much looking forward to getting everybody a popsicle and sitting down to watch the finale of American Idol. BUT NO....not for a single minute did I get to watch. I had to ask one of the parents who won..... VERY ANTICLIMACTIC. But hey, at least my guy, KRIS, won. Yay! Whoohooo! Hip Hip hooray!
Alrighty then, back to work I go. (I've got 5 patients and an orienting nurse who decided she was done at 0200 instead of 0600, so I'm on my own.)
Sunday, May 17, 2009
Then on Saturday we drove through the Capital Reef National Park and took in the beautiful scenery. We would have hiked through it, except I am still gimping around on my injured calf muscle and we both had some seriously sore bums from galloping down the mountain on Big Ben and Dante (our horsies).
Tuesday, May 12, 2009
Monday, May 11, 2009
Don't ask me where they got their thoughtfulness from.... A few days before Mothers Day I talked to my sisters about what we should get for our MOM. We decided to give her a Peony bush in a pot, because she loves peonies and she keeps killing them off in the ground. We thought the pot would help. Soooo, Tonia was going to pick up the plant and Shana was getting the pot. My assignment was to get the DIRT. I said to Tonia, ooohhh, so I'm giving Mom dirt for Mothers Day? Yes. So we had a barbeque on saturday and I came with dirt in hand. (Well, not literally, it was in bags.) But when my sisters got there, they had forgotten the plant and pot at home. So, I looked incredibly ungrateful giving my Mom DIRT for Mothers Day. :( Not Cool. So today I took my AWESOME, INCREDIBLE, SMART, LOVING Mom out for lunch to make up for the DIRT.
btw, I lost 1 POUND this week; only 9 more to go. ;)
Saturday, May 9, 2009
Wednesday, May 6, 2009
Tuesday, May 5, 2009
btw, don't any of you get any ideas. Don't even think about trying to win it yourselves. It's all mine. Heehee.
I was at work reading blogs last night. (Don't think I'm a slacker, there was really nothing else to do.) Anyway, I came to the conclusion that bloggers across America are perfect. Their kids are perfect, their spouses are perfect, and even their hair is perfect. So, I wanted to just lay it out there. I'm NOT perfect. I put up a good facade on my blog. It's like my "happy journal". It's the one where I brag about my kids and husband and all that is good and holy. However, I have another journal. It's the one I hide in my bedroom for no one else to see. The one I write in when I'm sad and angry and pensive and every other emotion besides "blissfully happy". (Hey, I think I remembered that part.)
I think that's the jist of it, and I will try not to delete anymore posts.
Saturday, May 2, 2009
I don't know why, but today it hurts even worse.
Friday, May 1, 2009
Don't let the tears and sad faces fool you. The boys LOVED chopping the onions for me.