Guess what! I just remembered the most fascinating bit of information. . . . I have a blog! No really, I forgot. It was that holiday crunch I suppose. No not the shopping I had that done weeks ago. And the wrapping too.
It was the, " last-min-baking-cookies-without-any-baking-soda-so-they-are-hard-as-rocks-my-fingers-are-green-from-helping-Letha-make-a-Christmas-tree-for-her-littlest- pet-shop-creatures-(never hold while the ten year old paints)-oh-no-everyone-else-sent-cards-and-I-didn't-who-should-I-call-and-who-don't-I-care-enough-to-bother-with-I-wish-I-didn't-work-so-much- Why-can't-the-hospital-be-closed-on-Christmas-(God would heal everyone I bet)-sleeping-in-till-eleven-doesn't-count-if-you-don't-go-to-bed-till-three-I-have-eaten-nothing-but-sugar-since-last-Friday-yeah-freezing-rain," kind of feeling that got me I think.
But tomorrow is Christmas, my favorite holiday ever, and I will feel better soon. Just as soon as I am homeward bound in my lovely, Jeep. Brr. (love you anyway Jake)
PS - Jake is the Jeep
PPS - All my friends were naming their cars so I named mine to
PPPS - Just in case your wondering, if all my friends jumped off a bridge I would gage the depth of the water, height of the bridge, and estimate the speed of the current before jumping in. But then I would jump in regardless. (hey they're my friends!)
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Saturday, November 28, 2009
take that mr grinch
My Christmas tree is up. My decorations are in place. My shopping is done. My wrapping too. I have my Christmas music out, and the radio is playing it too. Snow flurries are in the forecast and all in all,
It's beginning to look A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS!!!!
Tis the season
Tis my favorite holiday season.
Tis the only time you can get away with saying Tis.
Till later.
Me
It's beginning to look A LOT LIKE CHRISTMAS!!!!
Tis the season
Tis my favorite holiday season.
Tis the only time you can get away with saying Tis.
Till later.
Me
Tuesday, November 17, 2009
status update
Nichole is. . .
-wishing her nose were detachable
-in love with cranberry juice
-in a fog
-contemplating skipping class and calling off work tomorrow
-five foot six inches tall
-halfway done Christmas shopping
-in need of jeep repairs
-ready to decorate for Christmas
-thinking of moving to Florida and marrying a 92 year old millionaire
-tired of the routine
-moving to California! jk
-updating her status
-without a facebook
-done with this post.
-wishing her nose were detachable
-in love with cranberry juice
-in a fog
-contemplating skipping class and calling off work tomorrow
-five foot six inches tall
-halfway done Christmas shopping
-in need of jeep repairs
-ready to decorate for Christmas
-thinking of moving to Florida and marrying a 92 year old millionaire
-tired of the routine
-moving to California! jk
-updating her status
-without a facebook
-done with this post.
Thursday, October 22, 2009
what can I say? life happens
My life is still random. randomly random. So here goes,
I am . . . still trying to find a word that sufficiently describes the way I feel about school. I have six classes. I have the homework done through this week in three of them. But I do have a three day weekend coming up so maybe I'll get caught up. Maybe.
I continue to work more than I like, but when bills come due it seems like less than I should. Alas is there ever a happy medium in life outside of Madeleine L'engle books? I see strange things daily (everywhere but mostly at work) I try to think about them in context with my studies, Hermeneutics, Philosophy, Christian Beliefs, and I am constantly boggled. Where do people get there ideas from?
I saw a fellow with a tattoo the other day which read, "Oh death where is thy sting, Oh life where is thy victory" How is that for living with constant depression? ink it into your skin. I don't understand why people do the things they do, like stabbing a ninety-plus year old women. Why? but then, no one else I work with understood that either. They think that whoever did that is definitely going to Hell. (not the time I suppose to suggest a little self examination, but if not then, when?)
My pts are alternatively crazy, whinny, and genuinely sick. The only time they'll talk to me is when their crazy. The only time the tell me the truth is when their genuinely sick, and when their whinny, well, they talk at me, and they order me, and the beg me for everything from pillows to pain pills, neither of which am I permitted to give them (tech, I could get them a pillow but I have to check with the nurse. We don't like to make certain pts too comfortable, namely the ones who think our door reads "University Hotel")
I have a long list of things to accomplish tomorrow, and am praying fervently for a certain item on that list which I will not disclose here and thereby jink it. If it happens, I will announce it. Family - keep your mouth shut and your comments off my blog :)
Shout out to John Todd for tinkering on my Jeep. A Jeep which now that I think about it I have never told blog-world about. It is a 91 white Jeep Wrangler, Islander. Ask me no more than this because I know no more than this, except the fact that it is my first car. Yeah! (confetti) Again, I will probably not post pictures of it. But thanks to a little tinkering it seems to be running fine. Though doubtlessly repairs and body work are in the near future.
I find that I run out of things that I can actually post on blogspot. Is it not grand how the ego can think that weeks worth of life has happened, yet the mind can squash it down to a few blips of data, yet the psyche wonders whether all the life lived can really be so condensed into such strict categories, yet the philosopher wonders whether life was lived, or just survived. Well I'll stop now. I really should study more in my classes, maybe then I could tell if what I just wrote made any sense.
I am . . . still trying to find a word that sufficiently describes the way I feel about school. I have six classes. I have the homework done through this week in three of them. But I do have a three day weekend coming up so maybe I'll get caught up. Maybe.
I continue to work more than I like, but when bills come due it seems like less than I should. Alas is there ever a happy medium in life outside of Madeleine L'engle books? I see strange things daily (everywhere but mostly at work) I try to think about them in context with my studies, Hermeneutics, Philosophy, Christian Beliefs, and I am constantly boggled. Where do people get there ideas from?
I saw a fellow with a tattoo the other day which read, "Oh death where is thy sting, Oh life where is thy victory" How is that for living with constant depression? ink it into your skin. I don't understand why people do the things they do, like stabbing a ninety-plus year old women. Why? but then, no one else I work with understood that either. They think that whoever did that is definitely going to Hell. (not the time I suppose to suggest a little self examination, but if not then, when?)
My pts are alternatively crazy, whinny, and genuinely sick. The only time they'll talk to me is when their crazy. The only time the tell me the truth is when their genuinely sick, and when their whinny, well, they talk at me, and they order me, and the beg me for everything from pillows to pain pills, neither of which am I permitted to give them (tech, I could get them a pillow but I have to check with the nurse. We don't like to make certain pts too comfortable, namely the ones who think our door reads "University Hotel")
I have a long list of things to accomplish tomorrow, and am praying fervently for a certain item on that list which I will not disclose here and thereby jink it. If it happens, I will announce it. Family - keep your mouth shut and your comments off my blog :)
Shout out to John Todd for tinkering on my Jeep. A Jeep which now that I think about it I have never told blog-world about. It is a 91 white Jeep Wrangler, Islander. Ask me no more than this because I know no more than this, except the fact that it is my first car. Yeah! (confetti) Again, I will probably not post pictures of it. But thanks to a little tinkering it seems to be running fine. Though doubtlessly repairs and body work are in the near future.
I find that I run out of things that I can actually post on blogspot. Is it not grand how the ego can think that weeks worth of life has happened, yet the mind can squash it down to a few blips of data, yet the psyche wonders whether all the life lived can really be so condensed into such strict categories, yet the philosopher wonders whether life was lived, or just survived. Well I'll stop now. I really should study more in my classes, maybe then I could tell if what I just wrote made any sense.
Saturday, October 3, 2009
death's angel
Today I watch the man they call the Angel of Death as he walked family back and forth to our tiny viewing room. No doors or windows in this room, it used to be a storage closet I think, so only two or three (if their skinny or close) can fit in at a time.
Today they came to see a young man who,had he lived to the end of this month, would have been Thirty. I thought how coincidental it was that my birthday is this month to.
He had lots of family, all crying. So the Angel walked back and forth for hours. They always go past my little corner, so I watch as they go in -crying, but determined. One mutter quietly to no one as she past, "maybe if we put the oxygen back on he'll come back". Then twenty min. or so later they file past again. Still crying, but now they just look hopeless.
The first stage of grief- denial is shattered here.
I think to myself of Dr. Brown telling the class that we don't deserve to live, that life is a gift of God. We don't deserve to be healthy, have eyesight, walk, speak, be happy. These are gifts from God. It's not something to tell the mourning, but something for the living to think on.
What if. It is a great question. What if this, What if that. It could have been me, you think. It could have been my friend.
"I called him everyday" said one girl as she walked out. What is she thinking? I bet it's not about how many min, she'll save. But rather, what will she do with those min, now.
The Angel of Death walks the floor most nights here, sometime we manage to ward him off, sometimes we transfer the pt before that inevitable event and he walks on another floor. But he has job security that's for sure. A living reminder of dying. What does he think of this nick-name I wonder? Does he go home and ponder the brevity of life? He does not seem the brooding type.
I will end my meandering thoughts now, and walk into the autumn night, the cool breeze fills me with a sense of life all around. I will thank God for his great gifts to me, so undeserving, and ask him, if it is not contradictory to his plan, to bless yet awhile longer.
Today they came to see a young man who,had he lived to the end of this month, would have been Thirty. I thought how coincidental it was that my birthday is this month to.
He had lots of family, all crying. So the Angel walked back and forth for hours. They always go past my little corner, so I watch as they go in -crying, but determined. One mutter quietly to no one as she past, "maybe if we put the oxygen back on he'll come back". Then twenty min. or so later they file past again. Still crying, but now they just look hopeless.
The first stage of grief- denial is shattered here.
I think to myself of Dr. Brown telling the class that we don't deserve to live, that life is a gift of God. We don't deserve to be healthy, have eyesight, walk, speak, be happy. These are gifts from God. It's not something to tell the mourning, but something for the living to think on.
What if. It is a great question. What if this, What if that. It could have been me, you think. It could have been my friend.
"I called him everyday" said one girl as she walked out. What is she thinking? I bet it's not about how many min, she'll save. But rather, what will she do with those min, now.
The Angel of Death walks the floor most nights here, sometime we manage to ward him off, sometimes we transfer the pt before that inevitable event and he walks on another floor. But he has job security that's for sure. A living reminder of dying. What does he think of this nick-name I wonder? Does he go home and ponder the brevity of life? He does not seem the brooding type.
I will end my meandering thoughts now, and walk into the autumn night, the cool breeze fills me with a sense of life all around. I will thank God for his great gifts to me, so undeserving, and ask him, if it is not contradictory to his plan, to bless yet awhile longer.
Wednesday, September 23, 2009
a challenge to your intellect
Use as many of the words below as you can to form one sensible sentence.
-You can change the tense
-Use the definition provided (I realize some words have more than one definition)
*definitions provided from dictionary.com
Memorandum - a short note designating something to be remembered
Quorum - the number of members of a group or organization required to be present to transact business legally, usually a majority
Copious - large in quantity or number; abundant; plentiful
Gregarious - Seeking and enjoying the company of others; sociable
Tantamount - equivalent, as in value, force, effect, or signification
Exquisite - of special beauty or charm, or rare and appealing excellence,
Enigma - a puzzling or inexplicable occurrence or situation
Transcendental - Super-eminent; surpassing others; as, transcendental being or qualities.
Mauve - a pale bluish purple
Edifice - a building, esp. one of large size or imposing appearance.
Backgammon - a game for two persons played on a board having two tables or parts, each marked with 12 points, and with both players having 15 pieces that are moved in accordance with throws of the dice.
My attempt.
-We received a mauve colored memorandum that urged everyone to attend the meeting due to the copious numbers needed to meet the quorum, especially since many gregarious members would be attending the backgammon tournament in the exquisite edifice next door.
8 for me. Can you do better?
-You can change the tense
-Use the definition provided (I realize some words have more than one definition)
*definitions provided from dictionary.com
Memorandum - a short note designating something to be remembered
Quorum - the number of members of a group or organization required to be present to transact business legally, usually a majority
Copious - large in quantity or number; abundant; plentiful
Gregarious - Seeking and enjoying the company of others; sociable
Tantamount - equivalent, as in value, force, effect, or signification
Exquisite - of special beauty or charm, or rare and appealing excellence,
Enigma - a puzzling or inexplicable occurrence or situation
Transcendental - Super-eminent; surpassing others; as, transcendental being or qualities.
Mauve - a pale bluish purple
Edifice - a building, esp. one of large size or imposing appearance.
Backgammon - a game for two persons played on a board having two tables or parts, each marked with 12 points, and with both players having 15 pieces that are moved in accordance with throws of the dice.
My attempt.
-We received a mauve colored memorandum that urged everyone to attend the meeting due to the copious numbers needed to meet the quorum, especially since many gregarious members would be attending the backgammon tournament in the exquisite edifice next door.
8 for me. Can you do better?
Thursday, September 10, 2009
this n that
Isn't that some kind of candy?
Well I have once again survived my annual flu-something. I did miss my one Friday class and call off work, and hack and cough for several days in the process, but other than a slight tickle, I think I'm over it.
Letha's cat Maggie had a litter of kittens of which four initially survived, but now one (the one I named, my favorite, and of course the unlucky solid black one) looks like runt-of-the-litter syndrome has kicked in and I doubt he'll make it. The others are all tortoise shell in pattern, and I have promised Dakota that I would keep one for him, the little female he named Snickerfritz. The other two, one male one female, Letha named Romeo and Juliet. Soooo. . . if you know anyone who's looking for a kitten or two, call me.
Homework is piling up, and I am falling further behind. I mark every day I have off as a catch-up day, and then proceed in not-catching-up. I need sleep, and a week's break. Already.
But I do love all my classes.
My rooster, who discovered the secret of the crow, annoyed the neighbourhood, and began attacking small children (well actually anyone. And buckets. And Baskets. Skirts too) is no longer with us. All I can say is that we did not eat him. But the nine hens continue to do well, in fact I practically have eggs coming out my ears! Gathered another 14 this morning. Hmmmm 9 hens 14 eggs - it would seem I have some over-achievers in my flock.
Goggles grows more annoying every night, sitting on my face and digging her claws into my quilt. I now sleep with a squirt bottle of water to get rid of her. Oliver too, grow bolder. I actually waked across the floor and out of the room the other day without him running terrified from the room. Amazing!
I know. I'm weird. My animals are weird. And my neighbors hate me.
Other than that, lets see,
All my text books finally arrived, three weeks into school. I have begun making quite a stir when I walk into class and pull out my massive KJV loose-leaf Bible. But hey, I can attach full size pages of notes, write books in the margins, and add in all the book-specific lecture notes right into the book! I love it!
I can feel the Autumn season set in, and feel the Christmas season growing closer. So begins my favorite time of the year. I begin playing Christmas music, planning my Christmas party, finishing shopping (started in July this year). But on my next day off, Sat. I plan to break out the fall decorations. Yes it's the most wonderful time of the year.
Well I have once again survived my annual flu-something. I did miss my one Friday class and call off work, and hack and cough for several days in the process, but other than a slight tickle, I think I'm over it.
Letha's cat Maggie had a litter of kittens of which four initially survived, but now one (the one I named, my favorite, and of course the unlucky solid black one) looks like runt-of-the-litter syndrome has kicked in and I doubt he'll make it. The others are all tortoise shell in pattern, and I have promised Dakota that I would keep one for him, the little female he named Snickerfritz. The other two, one male one female, Letha named Romeo and Juliet. Soooo. . . if you know anyone who's looking for a kitten or two, call me.
Homework is piling up, and I am falling further behind. I mark every day I have off as a catch-up day, and then proceed in not-catching-up. I need sleep, and a week's break. Already.
But I do love all my classes.
My rooster, who discovered the secret of the crow, annoyed the neighbourhood, and began attacking small children (well actually anyone. And buckets. And Baskets. Skirts too) is no longer with us. All I can say is that we did not eat him. But the nine hens continue to do well, in fact I practically have eggs coming out my ears! Gathered another 14 this morning. Hmmmm 9 hens 14 eggs - it would seem I have some over-achievers in my flock.
Goggles grows more annoying every night, sitting on my face and digging her claws into my quilt. I now sleep with a squirt bottle of water to get rid of her. Oliver too, grow bolder. I actually waked across the floor and out of the room the other day without him running terrified from the room. Amazing!
I know. I'm weird. My animals are weird. And my neighbors hate me.
Other than that, lets see,
All my text books finally arrived, three weeks into school. I have begun making quite a stir when I walk into class and pull out my massive KJV loose-leaf Bible. But hey, I can attach full size pages of notes, write books in the margins, and add in all the book-specific lecture notes right into the book! I love it!
I can feel the Autumn season set in, and feel the Christmas season growing closer. So begins my favorite time of the year. I begin playing Christmas music, planning my Christmas party, finishing shopping (started in July this year). But on my next day off, Sat. I plan to break out the fall decorations. Yes it's the most wonderful time of the year.
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