This morning it was super cold out and I was really looking forward to a nice hot shower to warm up. No sooner had I gotten in and started washing my face when all of the sudden I felt something lightly pinching on my nipple. Yep - I just went there. I ignored it at first, because I mean come on, SURELY there was no one there... but then I felt it again and when I swatted.... THERE WAS A MALE HAND THERE.
I realize who I married and I should come to expect this by now, but after living alone for 3 years, you tend to learn that shower + random male hand on your boob = scream bloody murder and start swinging. Ben laughed maniacally like, hey, how stupid is this girl? So. Much. Fun. Well guess what, baby? I WILL HAVE MY REVENGE AND I WILL POST IT ON THIS VERY BLOG.
Saturday, December 19, 2009
Friday, December 18, 2009
Ridgeback Scarves
They're all the rage in Milan
I'm really not sure what's wrong with Kimber's brain, but she would rather be on your head than in your lap. We usually fight with her and hold her down until she gives up, but last night Ben really wanted to see where she was going with this. We thought she was trying to get closer to me because she stalks me day and night, but she stopped right there, hung her head, and relaxed. PETA is not going to like this.
Wednesday, December 16, 2009
What I Learned in One Semester of Nursing School
Tomorrow at 10 am marks the official end of my first semester. I'm trying really hard not to screw up my good grades at the end of the semester, but concentration has been a bit of an issue. I thought I was too old for that and this time would be different, but here I am... procrastinating. Since I was fortunate enough to have gotten some clinical experience at my last job, this semester hasn't been as hard on me as it has on others. Sure, I got shingles, but at least my sanity stayed mostly in tact. Regardless of all that scholastic nonsense, here's what I really learned:
1. There are a lot of us who are paying out of pocket and did not gain automatic acceptance who would really like to hear what our instructors have to say while in class. There are a few who don't meet that criteria who make it extremely difficult for the rest of us to concentrate.
2. The classes you find most worthless to your career will require you to do the most work... and no, it will not be graded.
3. Wasting class time with questions about whether or not you have Alzheimer's because this one time you stuck the milk in the pantry and your cereal in the refrigerator are not appreciated. Neither are questions about the contents of your kid's poop or starting every question with "I have a question." I mean, COME ON.
4. Most of our instructors are generally kind-hearted and easy to relate to. Don't mistake that for weakness. They will eat you alive.
5. Going to college for the second time will make you feel downright crotchety. Remember when you were 19 and acted that stupid? Didn't think so.
All in all, I had a pretty good run this semester, but I'm pumped for Christmas break. I've missed these month-long sabbaticals. Back in my corporate world days, I used to start new jobs in November and never was able to build up enough leave to get a decent break around the holidays while everyone else was off. It's times like these I really start to understand why some people are perpetual students.
1. There are a lot of us who are paying out of pocket and did not gain automatic acceptance who would really like to hear what our instructors have to say while in class. There are a few who don't meet that criteria who make it extremely difficult for the rest of us to concentrate.
2. The classes you find most worthless to your career will require you to do the most work... and no, it will not be graded.
3. Wasting class time with questions about whether or not you have Alzheimer's because this one time you stuck the milk in the pantry and your cereal in the refrigerator are not appreciated. Neither are questions about the contents of your kid's poop or starting every question with "I have a question." I mean, COME ON.
4. Most of our instructors are generally kind-hearted and easy to relate to. Don't mistake that for weakness. They will eat you alive.
5. Going to college for the second time will make you feel downright crotchety. Remember when you were 19 and acted that stupid? Didn't think so.
All in all, I had a pretty good run this semester, but I'm pumped for Christmas break. I've missed these month-long sabbaticals. Back in my corporate world days, I used to start new jobs in November and never was able to build up enough leave to get a decent break around the holidays while everyone else was off. It's times like these I really start to understand why some people are perpetual students.
Wednesday, December 9, 2009
Neglect
These past few weeks have been crazy!! I had papers and final practicums, the Hodges came to town (finally) and goodness knows what else due and unfortunately through all that, nothing funny happened. Not one thing. Except maybe it was a little cute that Hank who normally fears little kids was all over 18 month old William like white on rice to the point that William finally started hitting him in the face and yelling, "STOP!!!" Hank just wagged his tail and continued the ridiculous amount of sniffing and face smelling. I can't blame the kid - I would have hit him too.
Speaking of Hank, he turned 6 yesterday. I spent the day making homemade treats and yelling "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" at him every chance I got. He mostly just looked at me like I had lost it, but he did enjoy the treats. He also got a new toy, which he proudly carried around most of the day, at least until I hit the quacker, which of course scared him and then he proceeded to try to kill it by ripping out the stuffing. You win some, you lose some.
Anyway, for those of you who have pups, mine go absolutely psycho for these:
1 cup peanut butter
1 cup milk
1 tbsp baking soda
2 cups whole wheat flour
Mix the milk and peanut butter in a bowl thoroughly, then add to the dry ingredients. Knead until well mixed, then roll out flat on a lightly floured surface. Cut out shapes with cookie cutters (I have bones and fire hydrants) and bake at 375 for 20 minutes until golden brown. Let cool and store in an airtight container. Keep your fingers out of the way if you have a ridgeback. :)
Speaking of Hank, he turned 6 yesterday. I spent the day making homemade treats and yelling "HAPPY BIRTHDAY!!!" at him every chance I got. He mostly just looked at me like I had lost it, but he did enjoy the treats. He also got a new toy, which he proudly carried around most of the day, at least until I hit the quacker, which of course scared him and then he proceeded to try to kill it by ripping out the stuffing. You win some, you lose some.
Anyway, for those of you who have pups, mine go absolutely psycho for these:
1 cup peanut butter
1 cup milk
1 tbsp baking soda
2 cups whole wheat flour
Mix the milk and peanut butter in a bowl thoroughly, then add to the dry ingredients. Knead until well mixed, then roll out flat on a lightly floured surface. Cut out shapes with cookie cutters (I have bones and fire hydrants) and bake at 375 for 20 minutes until golden brown. Let cool and store in an airtight container. Keep your fingers out of the way if you have a ridgeback. :)
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