I don't know what to blog about?

I should just refer to it as a blob, instead.

Good news, I'm taking my RN boards June 14th in Topeka.

I was supposed to go apply for a job worth $5 more per hour than my current one. Guess what? I didn't go. Today was my day off and I was supposed to go. Why must I fear change? What if I don't like the job? I'd be giving up a job that I DO enjoy. Instead I'm stalking blogs and trying to write a post to this one that is turning out rather suck-ass-y.

What the hell do you all want to know?

Hhmph, I say you all... what I mean is, you two or three.

Nurse tip of the day: YES, the pills you buy on the shelf at WalMart ARE TOO DRUGS. YES THEY ARE... Yes. They. Are.

(Nurse Tip of the Day brought to you by the antics of people I speak to on a daily basis at work-- residents, family members, and my white-trash coworkers.)

Of course, the dates are wrong on the pictures, because every time I change the batteries in my camera, I forget to reset it. Doing that now...

Anyway, it was one helluva storm, and it's just stopped pouring out the entire contents of an ocean on my lawn, and my poor flowers... they're drowning. Thank God, right before it started, I had successfully deposited my kids at their respective schools. I hope they weren't scared.

And yes, I did sit here with my computer ON while my electricity flickered and threatened to kill me and my beloved computer. That's what that little outlet strip thingy is for, right?

My sweetie did call from work to make sure I dropped off the kids and got back home ok. How thoughtful. Almost makes up for him being a JackAss most days.

Good luck to Katie, whom I love and I know she'll do JUST FINE when that little boy does decide to come out. She's a strong and courageous woman who's just a little scared right now.

I have a concept mulling around that may seem foreign to ALL of you.

Recently, I have had the opportunity to babysit for my friend Lori. I had a barely-two-month-old baby for nearly 8 hours. Also, this happened to be the day that we were holding a barbecue for my 7-year-old son to celebrate his first communion. (look at him... he is SO precious!)






(I give up on trying to make them smaller. They just look wrong. Also, I'm uploading from photobucket... I can't figure out that HELLO thing.)

Oh, about the babysitting-the-new-baby thing. We're getting ready for this barbecue, right? And I have to go to the STORE. TO BUY STUFF. WITH A 2 MONTH OLD. Good Lord. I couldn't figure out HOW I was gonna get that baby, my 2 kids, and all the stuff I would need for this baby in and out of the store, plus successfully buy the things I needed. I just didn't have the energy to even THINK about it. (Where was my husband? On the computer, of course. No, he wasn't gonna take care of someone else's baby.) At that exact moment I kinda figured out that I might sorta maybe almost in a nonchalant way, might not want another baby. Let's just say that it put some doubt in my mind.

Well, that got me thinking. About my life. And how great it is now that I don't have to chase my kids. They are pretty much self-sufficient by now. (I said "pretty much.") What I mean is, I don't have to CHASE them all day. I'm not "tethered" to them. I have a life, for the first time in my life. This is SO foreign to me. That thought. I had never allowed myself to think about ME.

I realize, with much contemplation on the matter, that I am simply exhausted after 3 years of school and working two jobs through most of it. I guess it didn't seem that hard at the time, just being where I was supposed to be when I was supposed to be there, and paying attention. Maybe after the dust settles I will be able to focus on why/when/HOW I might have another baby. But for now, I'm thinking, simply, not now.

One more random thought--- maybe I'm just protecting my fragile hold on sanity. (Because if I have to deal with any more "can't get pregnant" crap, it just might break.)

Who knows.

(I am now realizing that I haven't posted in a long damn time. Shame on me.)

Just popping in to say- I DID IT! I GRADUATED FROM COLLEGE!

I offer you proof:




And... If I had a scanner I would TOTALLY scan the back of the our Pinning Ceremony program, because it lists the grads and our GPA's..... because MINE WAS THE HIGHEST.

3.87, Baby! Magna Cum Laude!

(Edited to say, DAMN but that pic is rather large and fuzzy. How do I fix that? Oh, and stay tuned. I have a lot more to say now that I'm not so busy.)