Where am I?

Where am I?
Where am I?

Tuesday, September 23, 2008

Today is just another day.

Well, it has been a most exciting last couple of days, however nothing i can really talk about....sorry to leave you all in such SUSPENSE! I appear to be going through so many decision making processes that some have come to wonder how ever get a moments rest????

Well, i dont know. I dont sleep that well.

Sometimes I feel so incredibly lazy, like nothing ever gets done. However, when I look back at all that is going on right now, I realize that Im just another Mother, Wife, Bread winner. I just wish I had more energy!

As some may know, I am taking COLLEGE ALGEBRA, (for the 4th time), and I have an A!!!
I made a 93% on our last test, while most in the class made C's if not lower! Am I special, or is all of the pent up knowlege, gained by my previous ventures into the perfectly pointless world of algebra, finally showing through my blank stares and wandering thoughts in class? This is doubtful considering the fact that, i either dropped out in the 1st couple weeks, while there was $$$ to still be salvaged; or I failed out in the 1st couple weeks, in all of my last 3 attempts. I have officially been in class for 1 month, I may just succeed! Unfortunately this means I have many more years of Classes to go, as I set out on this journey to accquire a Masters Degree in Nursing. In the far recesses of my mind I always used this class as the reason that i would never have to go back to school, as i knew I would never pass the Dreaded College Algebra that is a required prerequisite to any Bachelors degree. Whether you plan to study the stars as an astrologist, study the animals in agriculture or the human body, as a nurse. Would some body please tell me who the IDIOT was that thought up all these rules and theories of #s called Algebra, and decided that everyone should love to learn about them???? I would like to strangle his neck, then revive him with CPR, an automatic defibrilator, and then put him on a ventilator just to ask him where he thinks Algebra comes into this equation? I really could never do any harm, I just need to make a point and get some answers!
Ok, I digress, this (masters Degree) is a 5-10 year plan mind you. I suppose at that time I will be sufficiently mature to take on the responsibilities of teaching and training aspiring young nurses in the college setting, contingent on me not changing my mind, which appears to be my going trend since Ive hit my mid 20s. I am grateful for the saying "Its a Womans Perogative" ; however this belief is a growing complication between man and wife right now, as he just cannot keep up with me and my decisions.

Anyways, what lead me to my discussion of my studies is, I recieved a Parking Warning today, for parking in a "Reserved" space. Had I been there at the time my warning was issued, I would have been forced to state "hmm well the sign does not say who this space is Reserved for, I just assumed it could be for me!"

We have recieved word that I can do some demolition on the house we are currently living in. I love begining a project with demolition. I am tearing out horrible, disgusting, stinky, stained carpet, and i am stoked about it!!!!! I love demolition and tearing things up! And I despise CARPET!!!!!! It is Putrid! Of course we have to follow this random act of violence with the painstaking chore of laying a new floor. It wont be too bad, in general I love homes and refurbishing them, and at least, in this home we will get reimbursed! I have been busy all evening, I didnt even wait to take off my scrubs before tearing up the NASTY! My hands now feel like stiff, dry, useless appendages that are hanging from my arms, making it difficult to type to my best ability....as though I do it so well!

On a final note I want to apologize for the poor quality of the lovely pink I choose to post my first Blog text in. I did not realize it would strain the eyeballs to crossing, while trying to read it. I am pretty reliable in that I usually only make a mistake once, ...intentionally!

Until next time,
Laurie

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