| NCLEX |
[Nov. 5th, 2008|11:21 am] |
I'm taking my Nclex in two weeks.
Sheesh I'm nervous.
Time to be a grown up. |
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| Election |
[Nov. 5th, 2008|08:57 am] |
I've been in Mississippi/New Orleans for the past several days.
I got to meet Mike's brother, Mom and stepdad.
We're doing well and things are definitely moving forward.
I absolutely loved his town and wish I could just pack up and move there now.
We're talking about it, and I'm definitely going to take my time and do what's best for me and the kids.
While we were hanging out in the French Quarter I started randomly polling people about who they were going to vote for.
By the end of it it was about 34-25, McCain.
I ran into an older couple and asked them and they just looked at me and said "What do you think?" I met a guy from Texas that was running for Senate. There were about 8 people in his group, all voting McCain. There was another group of guys having a bachelor party and they were a mix of McCain and Ron Paul with one Obama thrown in. We all got into an interesting little debate about the economy and what we each thought about the candidates.
It was nice to have a political discussion with people and not be completely attacked for my beliefs. I live in a very conservative town and I have literally been told I was going to go to hell if I voted for Obama. I can't imagine saying something like that to someone because of their political views. We do live in a democracy, right?
When I got home last night I picked up my son from my 21 year old niece and her husband. Everyone in my family knows I voted for Obama, so she was ready for me when I walked through the door. The first thing she said was "the decline of America has just begun." As I was leaving she went on about how when my taxes started going up I better remember who I voted for. I just said I will, trust me, and walked out the door with a smile on my face. I've given up on trying to explain to people around here why I feel the way I do.
When Toby got in the car he said "Obama wins!" That made me proud.
The election has been a big topic of discussion around my house. When I picked the older two up from Alabama I was listening to election coverage. My oldest started to grumble a little bit. I explained to him what a monumentous event this was for our country and gave him a quick rundown on the civil rights movement. He was an immediate convert and he spent the rest of the ride home captivated by what was happening. He flipped out anytime I turned the radio down. He didn't want to miss a thing.
When Obama was declared the winner, my daughter was overjoyed. She's been defending her views throughout the past several months to her friends at school. Even in the 6th grade people felt the need to attack her for her beliefs. Unreal. She got up this morning and the first thing she said was "I am so proud of my country." What a wonderful thing for an 11 year old to say. This election has been amazing to watch. I am so encouraged by what the future holds for this country and for my children. I'm so grateful my children are old enough to understand what's happening and to be able to experience it with them. |
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| Politics |
[Oct. 10th, 2008|12:56 pm] |
My daughter called me yesterday and overheard something in the background.
When she asked me what it was I told her I was watching a video of Joe Biden.
Then I asked her if she knew who that was.
She said "The next Vice President of the United States."
I thought that was pretty cool that my 11 year old knew who it was.
She's a staunch Obama supporter, even when we'd discuss the election and I'd tell her my concerns about both parties she'd run around chanting "Obama '08."
Since his nomination (and even before), she hasn't waivered.
The funny thing is my 15 year old is a super conservative who doesn't like Obama at all.
He spends a lot of time with my parents and apparently he's picked up on their political views.
I pulled into the driveway yesterday to the two of them arguing about Obama and McCain.
Whatever their political views I'm glad they at least care about what's happening in their country. |
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| (no subject) |
[Oct. 3rd, 2008|12:13 pm] |
After two months I finally saw Mike yesterday.
He's been in New York on a job and hasn't had time off to get away.
It's been tough, but we definitely grew closer while he was gone.
He made it back just in time for my birthday.
My sweet, wonderful, awesome man got me diamond earrings, a diamond necklace and my favorite favorite a Movado watch with a pink face.
I couldn't believe it.
It's so nice to have an actual boyfriend again and not just a voice on a phone.
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| Bruiser |
[Aug. 27th, 2008|03:41 pm] |
Toby's already gotten into his first fight on the bus.
With a 3rd grader.
It's going to be a long year. |
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| Asperger's |
[Aug. 11th, 2008|03:44 pm] |
After four years of testing, doctor's appointments and screenings, Tobias was just diagnosed with Asperger's.
Despite knowing there was something unique about him, the news isn't as easy to take as I thought it would be. |
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| Toby is cool. |
[Jul. 18th, 2008|10:28 am] |
My little man had a graduation from pre-k last night.
He's starting kindergarten in August (isn't that insane?!?!)
After performing beautifully-aka not beating the crap out of any of the other children despite not being on his adhd medication he came through with a great, funny moment.
As each child went to pick up their little diploma the teacher would ask them what they wanted to be when they grew up.
When it came Toby's turn he put his mouth right up to the mic and said "A ROCK STAR." He didn't just whisper it, he said it with total enthusiasm just as one should when they're talking about living out that particular dream.
It was too adorable.
Earlier in the week he told me he wanted to be a rock star when he was 10 and that he was going to play drums, but would also like to learn the guitar. No singing for him though. He has no interest in that.
He's come a long way from his wild, suspended from daycare days. |
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| I am exhausted |
[Sep. 20th, 2007|01:38 pm] |
I am exhausted
I sleep sometimes 10 hours a night and I'm still exhausted.
When the alarm goes off I hit the snooze no less than 5 times.
I spend every morning making deals in my head.
Trying to figure out why it would be okay to call into work or let everyone be a little late that day.
I have yet to come up with a good reason.
Toby's only been sick once and that was only for a day.
By the time I finally get to work after the extended battle with Zachary about actually going to school and giving Tobias his ten hugs so he'll be okay leaving me, I realize I get 7 hours to myself where I don't have anyone yelling at me. Then I'm glad I'm there.
All I want to do right now is lay my head on my desk for the next two hours and not think about all the stuff that's going on with my children.
Of course then I'd just have to drag myself out of my chair at 3:30, pick them all up and listen to the onslaught of disobedience and disrespect that greets me everyday.
The two hour nap I would like to take at work really isn't going to do anything to help that situation.
Today I decided to make a few calls.
I have a plan in place.
If tomorrow morning even a little bit starts to look like this morning did, I know exactly what to do and who to call.
Tobias isn't doing well.
The new school was not some beacon of hope where he could go and meet someone that would finally understand him and give him the help he needed. It's a lot like the other schools.
Now the doctor thinks he has OCD.
I guess the fit he threw over the new shape of his medication wasn't normal. Who knows. It's all a bunch of guesswork anyway.
Guesswork that has my 4 year old on three different medications.
One of which gives him high blood pressure.
How do you make that kind of decision?
He can take the medicine and I can monitor his BP regularly or he can not take it and the kids at school can go home with bruises and cuts because Tobias can't control himself. It's not an easy choice, that's for sure.
Pretty soon he'll be on a two hour schedule at school anyway, so he won't have time to hurt anyone.
How am I supposed to handle the fact that the director of his school tells me he just cannot function in a normal environment the way other kids do? And in telling me this, she knows there are absolutely no resources in this town to help a child like Tobias. If there were I would know, trust me.
Yesterday at the doctor's office his while his doctor was examining him, he looked at Tobias and Tobias looked back at him with those big, beautiful, sad eyes of his and said "Tobias, you're such a great kid, but no one really understands you, do they?" I'm pretty sure I cried a little bit when he said that. Because it's true and because it's so nice to know that someone takes the time to see what's underneath all his craziness.
After raising him for the past 5 (almost) years, I don't even notice the craziness. All I see is this sweet little boy who likes to sleep right on top of me and loves me more than anyone else ever has or ever will...no matter what I do.
I just wish other people could see that to.
I wish I could find him the help he so desperately needs so that at four years old I didn't have to worry about his future already. |
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| analysis |
[Aug. 9th, 2007|09:49 am] |
The Blogalyser reveals...Your blog/web page text has an overall readability index of 11.
This suggests that your writing style is conventional
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Your blog has 11 sentences per entry, which suggests your general message is distinguished by complexity
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CHARACTER MATRIX| male |   | female |
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Looking at pronoun indicators, you write mainly about yourself, then the world in general and finally your social circle. Also, your writing focuses primarily on the present, next the past and lastly the future.
Find out what your blogging style is like! |
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| (no subject) |
[Jan. 15th, 2007|03:24 am] |
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What do you call it when you're absolutely not in a relationship, but you're so enamored with someone that every other man on the planet could pretty much fall off a cliff and you wouldn't even notice, much less care? |
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| In no particular order |
[Jan. 2nd, 2007|06:35 pm] |
In no particular order...
I learned a few things during my child free, post Christmas week:
I am never getting plastic surgery. Having random strangers constantly ask me if my enormous breasts that sit perfectly up in the middle of my chest are real or not would lead me to violence, but people are either gullible enough or uneducated enough to believe that they all look like that after you have a baby.
Kissing a younger man in the middle of the night in downtown chattanooga is a sure fire way to make me feel 18 again. And I like it.
Going out with men can lead to just as much unnecessary, pointless, dramatic garbage as going out with women does. It's a crap shoot either way.
Even though I've seen a preview to a movie a zillion times and know exactly what's coming, I will still jump out of my seat when the killer finally gets to the person running away from them. Unless I'm watching through my fingers, that seems to help somehow.
I am a terrible pool player, but if I do swami, witchcraft and move the cue ball before the other person notices, I can still win.
New Year's Eve is completely overrated. Not the whole night, just the minute between 11:59:30 and 12:00:30. But kisses on the cheek when the ball drops count just as much in my book.
Darts is hard. Or is that darts are hard? I don't know, you get the point.
Men nowadays wear longer socks. I was sure that most of them wore the short, ankle socks, but after taking a survey and irritating a dozen or so men at Parkway, I have definitive proof that I've been wrong all these years.
As much as I try to act tough, I'm a total sappy romantic. I don't know what to do with that information now that I've figured it out, but something about knowing being half the battle could possibly apply. If I can still get away with pretending to be a bitter cynic though, I'm sticking to that for a while longer.
Homeless people don't really make up their own original poetry. They steal it from real writers and try to pass it off as their own.
The quickest way to gain my approval is to force me to show you my ID when I tell you my age or if you just drop your jaw in a look of pure amazement when I tell you I have three kids. Do that and I'm your girl.
My favorite compliment is that I have a nice smile. Even if the other person is lying or just a friend. If you say it the right way I may even end up writing you a blank check or something.
Bare Minerals is the absolute best makeup ever invented and I really do like it when someone touches my face and plays with my hair while I'm getting ready.
After a while I would get tired of going out every night, but that amount of time is definitely longer than a week.
I'm sure there's more, but that's all I can think of for now. |
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| hi |
[Oct. 28th, 2006|01:29 am] |
If anyone was wondering I am still around. I am so unbelievably busy now it's not even funny. Still going to school full time, but now I'm working anytime I'm not in class or clinicals. I'm getting up most days before 6 or 7, which totally sucks. I rarely sit down before 10 o'clock by the time I get everything done, and even then I still have to study. Even Zach keeps commenting on how exhausted I look. You would think that would motivate him to do a little (at least) more around here, but no, I guess 13 year old boys would still rather play computer games than clean for their old, tired moms. I'm pretty sure by the end of this whole nursing thing no one will confuse me for being younger than I am. I'm aging quickly and even the pounds are finally climbing, totally a needed thing. I am loving clinicals at the Bend though and actually considering working in the psych area once I graduate. The patients are absolutely fascinating and I worry so much about them when they're discharged I just want to follow them around for a while to make sure they're safe.
I am addicted to the most idiotic game on the internet ever invented. I don't care though, I'm going to keep right on playing.
Today Zach is 13. You can't even imagine how completely stoked I am about that. He informed me this morning that he would be getting his permit in 2 (short) years. Crazy that we've made it this far. With a LOT of help of course.
We spent a small fortune at Red Lobster tonight, but it was worth the sweet little kiss on the cheek he gave me to show his gratitude (a kiss I didn't earn as I wasn't the one footing the bill, I drove him there though, that should count for something). It was super cool to tell the waiter we only needed one kid menu because he'd officially outgrown them. Tomorrow is the big birthday party and me and the kids (minus crazy T) are going out for breakfast first thing in the morning where the other people I go to school with are supposed to sing for him and hopefully embarrass him as much as is humanly possible. It's not a birthday without a little public embarrassment, in my opinion. At least a loud, off key birthday song while everyone is staring at you.
Also, I have absolutely no respect for Stacey London anymore as she spent years telling us that no one should ever, ever buy skinny jeans because they make you look insanely disproportioned and now she does an ad for Macy's telling us all to buy the hot new fashion trend. So wrong. They still look completely idiotic on everyone in the world. Even if you only weigh 12 lbs. And say no to mini skirts and leggings unless you're 9 and even then it's questionable. |
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| The Salton Sea is nothing like Seven |
[Aug. 21st, 2006|12:29 am] |
I feel like I'm literally suffocating while I'm trying to sleep. It's not the least bit pleasant. For some reason it also leads to some really bizarre dreams. I spent most of the night dreaming about doing a pseudo gameshow for my micro class. I was seriously stoked about doing this, you would've thought I was traveling on P. Diddy's (is that his name now) yacht with him and all the lazy eyed (anybody ever taken a good, solid look at Paris Hilton's left eye?)rich people of the world. Who knew gameshows could be so much fun.
I also had a dream where I was rambling off some pretty bizarre information about myself to someone I'd just met. Unfortunately I'm 99% certain that wasn't a dream. No wonder people think I'm weird.
Is it normal to miss your 3 year old so much it reduces you to a shriveling mess of tears? It's only been 2 days. Tomorrow can't come soon enough. I really hate this every other weekend thing.
My niece got married yesterday. Despite my marital history that could rival that of Elizabeth Taylor's I actually get really emotional at weddings. And not even because I think the two people are making the most massive mistake of their life. I swear. Weddings are romantic and touching and even though I'll never (and I really do mean never) be able to have a successful marriage, I have complete faith that everyone else in the world who takes a crack at it will fare better than I did. And just in case anyone (by anyone I mean Flash) thinks I might try to have another marriage at all, no fears, I've paid off the clerk at the Licensing office to shoot me in the head if she sees me coming. |
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 30th, 2006|11:34 am] |
Your dating personality profile:
Religious - Faith matters to you. It is the foundation that you build your life upon. You trust that God has a plan for you.
Sensual - You are not particularly shy when it comes to your sexuality. You know what you like and do not feel inhibited.
Liberal - Politics matters to you, and you aren't afraid to share your left-leaning views. You would never be caught voting for a conservative candidate. | Your date match profile:
Intellectual - You seek out intelligence. Idle chit-chat is not what you are after. You prefer your date who can stimulate your mind.
Religious - You seek someone who is grounded in faith and who possesses religious values. You believe that a religious person can enhance your life.
Practical - You are drawn to people who are sensible and smart. Flashy, materialistic people turn you off. You appreciate the simpler side of living. | Your Top Ten Traits
1. Religious
2. Sensual
3. Liberal
4. Outgoing
5. Big-Hearted
6. Intellectual
7. Adventurous
8. Traditional
9. Practical
10. Wealthy/Ambitious
| Your Top Ten Match Traits
1. Intellectual
2. Religious
3. Practical
4. Outgoing
5. Traditional
6. Adventurous
7. Conservative
8. Wealthy/Ambitious
9. Big-Hearted
10. Sensual
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| (no subject) |
[Jun. 30th, 2006|11:27 am] |
| American Cities That Best Fit You:: | | 75% Atlanta | | 65% Miami | | 60% Austin | | 55% San Diego | | 55% Washington, DC |
I could see Washington DC, but I know I'm not settling in the south.
I hate it here. |
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