And still alive. Life has been insane with the coming of the newest nephew. That and work. Oh and did I mention work?
Going out tonight with friends as St. Pauli Girl even if I don't have the massive knockers for it.
Everyone have a safe and fun weekend and enjoy the extra hour if you get it.
Friday, October 31, 2008
Tuesday, October 28, 2008
When it rains...
10 calls in 24 hours. TEN!
Three of them within five minutes of each other.
And it all happens on the one night the Lieutenant and I go out of town for dinner with friends and I come home with a stomach ache that could cripple a horse.
Perhaps the universe is trying to tell me something...
And on another note, tomorrow we go for assisted attempt #2 at a little one. It's already time to break out the Platinum card... ugh.
Three of them within five minutes of each other.
And it all happens on the one night the Lieutenant and I go out of town for dinner with friends and I come home with a stomach ache that could cripple a horse.
Perhaps the universe is trying to tell me something...
And on another note, tomorrow we go for assisted attempt #2 at a little one. It's already time to break out the Platinum card... ugh.
Monday, October 27, 2008
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
Aretha sang it first. And sang it well. Unfortunately, I am realizing that not everyone knows that tune.
It feels as though I am stuck smack dab in the middle of a losing battle. Respect is not automaticall given, it is earned. I'm not sure what I am not doing right, but I am definitely not getting it. When others talk, I listen. When they state their opinion I take it into consideration and talk it through with them so they know I am taking them seriously. I am open and try to see both sides of every story even when the odds are stacked against someone. And yet when I talk, it is generally mass chaos. There are eight other conversations going on. If and when I do get my change and people actually listen, I seem to be rewarded with eyes that can't seem to sit still and chuckles and snorts of anger and contempt.
I am so frustrated, the idea of throwing in the towel sounds more and more appealing every day. Is it really worth all of this?
It feels as though I am stuck smack dab in the middle of a losing battle. Respect is not automaticall given, it is earned. I'm not sure what I am not doing right, but I am definitely not getting it. When others talk, I listen. When they state their opinion I take it into consideration and talk it through with them so they know I am taking them seriously. I am open and try to see both sides of every story even when the odds are stacked against someone. And yet when I talk, it is generally mass chaos. There are eight other conversations going on. If and when I do get my change and people actually listen, I seem to be rewarded with eyes that can't seem to sit still and chuckles and snorts of anger and contempt.
I am so frustrated, the idea of throwing in the towel sounds more and more appealing every day. Is it really worth all of this?
Thursday, October 23, 2008
Wednesday, October 22, 2008
Have you ever walked IN a lake?
I have... You would think such low water would make fishing easier. Not so much.
Tuesday, October 21, 2008
Standoff.
I opened the back doors and felt the rush of warm night air on my face. The fresh breeze was welcomed as it swept through the ambulance, diluting the smell of sweat, blood and tension. There were far too many bodies huddled around the curls that were now tinted a deep red. I swung the doors shut and clasped my shaking hands together doing all I could to make them work as I wanted them to. My temper and the images that were slowly embedding themselves into my memory fueled the fire and my hands continued to shake.
My feet took over and did whatever they pleased. They carried me back and forth across the road alternating my view from an empty road and a single helicopter to controlled chaos highlighted by flashing reds, blues and whites. The scrape-thud of my heavy boots and the ragged breaths acted as the metronome calculating each step.
I turned anticipating the same empty road but found a new figure, it's dark silhouette outlined by the lights from the helicopter behind it. My feet stopped, my breathing stopped and my eyes narrowed, trying to determine the outline that lay just past the last firetruck. The realization of what it was hit me in the stomach like an angry fist. The little red light blinked off and on off and on, taunting me causing the vomit rising in my throat and anger to mix dangerously. I turned towards my ambulance which was still sealed shut despite the overflow of EMT's, firefighters and flight nurses.
With a heavy sigh, I turned my boots towards the blinking light.
"Hi there. I'm Bernice with the fire department and I have a favor to ask of you. They will be taking the patient past you in a few minutes and I would hope that you could discontinue taping while they wheel her past."
"No can do. I am a reporter and I have every right to be here and take whatever pictures I feel necessary."
"Actually, you do not have a right to be here as this is an emergency scene and you have no right to take pictures of my patients, especially when they are underage. Despite that fact, it is just a courtesy I am asking of you. So, if you could, please turn off your camera while they wheel the patient past. No one needs to see that, espeically her family."
"I already told you, I can do whatever I want and you can't stop me. It's not like I am taping her face. Besides, the lawyers wont allow me to show it anyway."
The click of the doors opening raised the hair on the back of my neck. It took everything I had to keep my voice calm and cool.
"I'm afraid you do not have a choice. I am asking nicely, please stop filming. Especially since you just stated yourself you will not be able to use the foorage anyway. There are plenty of trucks and personnel. You are more than welcome to film that, just not my patient."
My mind was racing. This could end very badly for me, especially if this conversation was actually being recorded. That thought reinforced my cool demeanor. The image of a mother seeing her daughter on tv in this state sent hot waves of goosebumps up my spine.
The voices of my crew grew closer and my stomach knotted tighter.
I didn't think, I just reacted.
My gloved hand rose and stopped three inches from the lens. Somehow it remained there, steady and unwavering.
When the mass of blue passed, I slowly lowered my hand.
"I'm sorry it came to that but the next time you insist on filming my patients, I will have you excorted from the scene by the sheriff."
And with that, I spun on my heel with my chin high. Even my boots changed their tune. Instead of the scrape-thud, they retorted with an authoratative singular clump. The tears bruned the back of my eyes with the knowledge that the name on my coat would surely remove any speculation as to who the other voice was on that tape. I didn't care. I would rather lose my ass to a reporter than allow a mother to see her daughter that way.
I quietly slipped into the ambulance. My head hit my hands and my shoulders shook. I cried for her. I cried for me. I cried for her mother.
A firm hand on my shoulder raised my tear-stained cheeks. Above me stood Arrogant Paramedic.
"You did great Bernice. And I will back you 100%. Welcome to being a captain."
With a wink and a smile, he turned and disappeared out the door into the strobes and chaos.
My feet took over and did whatever they pleased. They carried me back and forth across the road alternating my view from an empty road and a single helicopter to controlled chaos highlighted by flashing reds, blues and whites. The scrape-thud of my heavy boots and the ragged breaths acted as the metronome calculating each step.
I turned anticipating the same empty road but found a new figure, it's dark silhouette outlined by the lights from the helicopter behind it. My feet stopped, my breathing stopped and my eyes narrowed, trying to determine the outline that lay just past the last firetruck. The realization of what it was hit me in the stomach like an angry fist. The little red light blinked off and on off and on, taunting me causing the vomit rising in my throat and anger to mix dangerously. I turned towards my ambulance which was still sealed shut despite the overflow of EMT's, firefighters and flight nurses.
With a heavy sigh, I turned my boots towards the blinking light.
"Hi there. I'm Bernice with the fire department and I have a favor to ask of you. They will be taking the patient past you in a few minutes and I would hope that you could discontinue taping while they wheel her past."
"No can do. I am a reporter and I have every right to be here and take whatever pictures I feel necessary."
"Actually, you do not have a right to be here as this is an emergency scene and you have no right to take pictures of my patients, especially when they are underage. Despite that fact, it is just a courtesy I am asking of you. So, if you could, please turn off your camera while they wheel the patient past. No one needs to see that, espeically her family."
"I already told you, I can do whatever I want and you can't stop me. It's not like I am taping her face. Besides, the lawyers wont allow me to show it anyway."
The click of the doors opening raised the hair on the back of my neck. It took everything I had to keep my voice calm and cool.
"I'm afraid you do not have a choice. I am asking nicely, please stop filming. Especially since you just stated yourself you will not be able to use the foorage anyway. There are plenty of trucks and personnel. You are more than welcome to film that, just not my patient."
My mind was racing. This could end very badly for me, especially if this conversation was actually being recorded. That thought reinforced my cool demeanor. The image of a mother seeing her daughter on tv in this state sent hot waves of goosebumps up my spine.
The voices of my crew grew closer and my stomach knotted tighter.
I didn't think, I just reacted.
My gloved hand rose and stopped three inches from the lens. Somehow it remained there, steady and unwavering.
When the mass of blue passed, I slowly lowered my hand.
"I'm sorry it came to that but the next time you insist on filming my patients, I will have you excorted from the scene by the sheriff."
And with that, I spun on my heel with my chin high. Even my boots changed their tune. Instead of the scrape-thud, they retorted with an authoratative singular clump. The tears bruned the back of my eyes with the knowledge that the name on my coat would surely remove any speculation as to who the other voice was on that tape. I didn't care. I would rather lose my ass to a reporter than allow a mother to see her daughter that way.
I quietly slipped into the ambulance. My head hit my hands and my shoulders shook. I cried for her. I cried for me. I cried for her mother.
A firm hand on my shoulder raised my tear-stained cheeks. Above me stood Arrogant Paramedic.
"You did great Bernice. And I will back you 100%. Welcome to being a captain."
With a wink and a smile, he turned and disappeared out the door into the strobes and chaos.
Thursday, October 16, 2008
Huzzah!
Baby is here and doing well! 5 pounds 13 ounces. He is up in the NICU but he is doing great, and he even has a name! A little supplimental O2 to bring the stats up but that is about it. YAY for healthy babies.
Wednesday, October 15, 2008
This is it.
Tomorrow is D-day. Baby Marshmallow will be delivered via c-section some time after 6am. (They are REAL specific here. Ha!)
But I have to say, the nurses and techs that have been in here as of late have been rockstar and full of sunshine and awesomeness. So I didn't have to go all 'little sister' on their asses. Ha ha ha! Kidding. Sort of.
Anyway, good thoughts for good lungs for Mr. Marshmallow are greatly appreciated.
But I have to say, the nurses and techs that have been in here as of late have been rockstar and full of sunshine and awesomeness. So I didn't have to go all 'little sister' on their asses. Ha ha ha! Kidding. Sort of.
Anyway, good thoughts for good lungs for Mr. Marshmallow are greatly appreciated.
Confidence.
I have been faced with quite the task. Take the timid EMTs and get them comfortable with their job. Make them confident. I have no idea how I am going to do this.
No idea at all.
No idea at all.
Tuesday, October 14, 2008
Monday, October 13, 2008
Thanks Epi.
Have I:
Gone on a blind date: No. That is one thing that I have not done. And I'm okay with it.
Skipped school: I haven't skipped class, but instead I got a pass out to the band room to "practice"... AKA Watch Varsity Blues and Blues Brothers.
Watched someone die: That seems like a silly question considering my profession.
Been to Canada: I flew OVER Canada once on my way home from the east coast.
Been on a plane: Yes. Several times.
Been lost: I may or may not be lost at this very moment.
Been on the opposite side of the country: Both coasts, since I love smack dab in the middle.
Swam in the ocean: I did. I also inhaled at least three lung-fulls and ended up being sick as hell from it. Like coughing up small child sized lung butter chunks.
Had your booze taken away by the cops: Nope. That is what cornfields are for.
Cried yourself to sleep: More often than I would like to admit.
Recently colored with crayons: Not recently. I might need a brand spanking new box though.
Sang Karaoke: No. Never. Nor will I ever.
Paid for a meal with coins only: That is what the change jar in my car is for. Emergency meal stops.
Cheated on an exam: I have never cheated on an exam. It just isn't worth the grade if I didn't earn it myself.
Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose: Yes. And that is the best. I wish I could do that now.
Caught a snowflake on your tongue: Yes. One of my favorite things about winter.
Danced in the rain: One of my fondest memories from my childhood is running around in the rain with my brothers.
Written a letter to Santa Claus: Not that I know of.
Been kissed under the mistletoe: Sadly, no. I think I will be hanging mistletoe this Christmas.
Watched the sunrise with someone you care about: For the purpose of watching the sun rise, no. But I have seen the sun rise because I was up at that time and I did happen to care about the people I was with.
Been arrested: I'm a good girl.
Blown bubbles: Yup. The bottled kind, and also the snot kind, from laughing too hard after crying (Me too!!! - Epi) Can I say me three?
Gone ice-skating: It has been far too long. In fact, I think I need to break out the old skates and get them sharpened in anticipation for ice hockey on the pond.
Been skinny dipping outdoors: I have. It was a blast.
Favorite drink? Straight up water. Or anything with SoCo.
Tattoos? ONly one. I REALLY want another one. Badly.
Piercings? Working on getting the money and courage for the tragus again.
How much do you love your job? My paying job provides the insurance and the paycheck. The second is fun, mostly because of some of the people I meet and the people I work with. The last I don't get paid for, but it makes my heart happy.
Birthplace? A hospital. Somewhere in the middle of the country.
Favorite vacation spot? Door County, Connecticut, South Dakota... oh who am I kidding... I just love vacation.
Ever been to Africa? No, never.
Ever been on TV? Yes, I was. And I was screaming like a looney toon... but that was my job to. (Gotta love scenarios!)
Ever been in a car accident? One I faceplanted in the windshield, one I hit an officer of the law and one I backed into out house. It was only the corner!
Favorite movie? The Princess Bride, Hope Floats, Boondock Saints, oh so many!
Favorite holiday? Christmas. No doubt.
Favorite food? What's my mood? Because my food has to match my mood.
Favorite flower? Lilacs and yellow roses.
Favorite smells? Fresh cut grass, leaves in the fall, burning leaves, the frigid cold of fresh snow.
What do you do to relax? Write, paint, draw, laugh with my sister.
How do you see yourself in 10 years? A mother of beautiful children and the wife of a farmer.
Ever been given an engagement ring? Twice. I only married one of them. The right one.
Longest relationship? The one I am in.
Last gift you received? A card. For my anniversary at work.
Ever dropped a cell phone? Does a dog piss on brick walls. (Ten points to the person that names the movie.)
When’s the last time you worked out? Well, I WAS going to start the 30 day shred tonight, but unfortunately Becoming Jane and a clay mask was the better option for me.
First thing you notice about the opposite sex? Eyes and smile. How he treats others around him.
One favorite song? What a Shame - Shinedown
Favorite mall store: Steve & Barry's
Longest job you’ve had: The one I am presently rocking.
Biggest lie you’ve ever heard: Those aren't mine.
Favorite place to eat with friends? Anywhere the food is good and the conversation is better.
Can you cook? I can cook the pants off a chicken.
Best kiss: The ones that land somewhere between the ear and the shoulder.
Last time you cried?: Oh it has been nonstop for about an hour or two now.
Most disliked foods: Raw onions. Anything super salty.
Thing you like most about yourself: My ability to see both sides regardless of my feelings.
Thing you dislike most about yourself: My tendancy to become overly attached emotionally to people and things I shouldn't.
Longest shift you’ve worked at a job?: I'm not sure. Unfortunately I think it was a few jobs running together.
Can you sing? Physically you could call it singing, but it isn't very pleasing to ears that function.
Last concert you attended? A friend's band.
Last movie rented: Becoming Jane
One thing you never leave the house without: Cell phone.
Laptop or Desktop? I prefer the laptop
Favorite comedian? Me. Duh.
Do long distance relationships work?: If you want them to and you both put the effort into it. The same for off shift relationships.
How many times have you been pulled over by the police?? Hmm, at least six of not more.
How do you like your eggs? Over medium on toast.
Number of pillows?: Two, one shoved between the mattress and headboard and one for laying on.
Can you play pool?: Only when drunk.
Favorite season? Fall, hands down.
Best thing about winter? The crunching squeaky sound your boots make when you walk on fresh snow. And warm kisses on cold lips.
Name of your first pet?: Skipper the English Setter
Birthday? August26
What do you want to be? A mom.
Smiling right now?: Not at all.
Do you miss somebody right now? Yes. Very much.
If you could go anywhere in the world where would you go? To bed. With my husband.
Are you in high school?: Sometimes it feels like I am.
Do you have a harmless crush on anyone? Check out a few posts back. It is truly rediculous.
Ever been on a cruise?: No. I'm not sure I would like that.
What jewelry are you wearing? My wedding rings, my gold band and my watch.
What are you going to do after this questionnaire?? Finish watching my movie and maybe write another chapter.
Gone on a blind date: No. That is one thing that I have not done. And I'm okay with it.
Skipped school: I haven't skipped class, but instead I got a pass out to the band room to "practice"... AKA Watch Varsity Blues and Blues Brothers.
Watched someone die: That seems like a silly question considering my profession.
Been to Canada: I flew OVER Canada once on my way home from the east coast.
Been on a plane: Yes. Several times.
Been lost: I may or may not be lost at this very moment.
Been on the opposite side of the country: Both coasts, since I love smack dab in the middle.
Swam in the ocean: I did. I also inhaled at least three lung-fulls and ended up being sick as hell from it. Like coughing up small child sized lung butter chunks.
Had your booze taken away by the cops: Nope. That is what cornfields are for.
Cried yourself to sleep: More often than I would like to admit.
Recently colored with crayons: Not recently. I might need a brand spanking new box though.
Sang Karaoke: No. Never. Nor will I ever.
Paid for a meal with coins only: That is what the change jar in my car is for. Emergency meal stops.
Cheated on an exam: I have never cheated on an exam. It just isn't worth the grade if I didn't earn it myself.
Laughed until some kind of beverage came out of your nose: Yes. And that is the best. I wish I could do that now.
Caught a snowflake on your tongue: Yes. One of my favorite things about winter.
Danced in the rain: One of my fondest memories from my childhood is running around in the rain with my brothers.
Written a letter to Santa Claus: Not that I know of.
Been kissed under the mistletoe: Sadly, no. I think I will be hanging mistletoe this Christmas.
Watched the sunrise with someone you care about: For the purpose of watching the sun rise, no. But I have seen the sun rise because I was up at that time and I did happen to care about the people I was with.
Been arrested: I'm a good girl.
Blown bubbles: Yup. The bottled kind, and also the snot kind, from laughing too hard after crying (Me too!!! - Epi) Can I say me three?
Gone ice-skating: It has been far too long. In fact, I think I need to break out the old skates and get them sharpened in anticipation for ice hockey on the pond.
Been skinny dipping outdoors: I have. It was a blast.
Favorite drink? Straight up water. Or anything with SoCo.
Tattoos? ONly one. I REALLY want another one. Badly.
Piercings? Working on getting the money and courage for the tragus again.
How much do you love your job? My paying job provides the insurance and the paycheck. The second is fun, mostly because of some of the people I meet and the people I work with. The last I don't get paid for, but it makes my heart happy.
Birthplace? A hospital. Somewhere in the middle of the country.
Favorite vacation spot? Door County, Connecticut, South Dakota... oh who am I kidding... I just love vacation.
Ever been to Africa? No, never.
Ever been on TV? Yes, I was. And I was screaming like a looney toon... but that was my job to. (Gotta love scenarios!)
Ever been in a car accident? One I faceplanted in the windshield, one I hit an officer of the law and one I backed into out house. It was only the corner!
Favorite movie? The Princess Bride, Hope Floats, Boondock Saints, oh so many!
Favorite holiday? Christmas. No doubt.
Favorite food? What's my mood? Because my food has to match my mood.
Favorite flower? Lilacs and yellow roses.
Favorite smells? Fresh cut grass, leaves in the fall, burning leaves, the frigid cold of fresh snow.
What do you do to relax? Write, paint, draw, laugh with my sister.
How do you see yourself in 10 years? A mother of beautiful children and the wife of a farmer.
Ever been given an engagement ring? Twice. I only married one of them. The right one.
Longest relationship? The one I am in.
Last gift you received? A card. For my anniversary at work.
Ever dropped a cell phone? Does a dog piss on brick walls. (Ten points to the person that names the movie.)
When’s the last time you worked out? Well, I WAS going to start the 30 day shred tonight, but unfortunately Becoming Jane and a clay mask was the better option for me.
First thing you notice about the opposite sex? Eyes and smile. How he treats others around him.
One favorite song? What a Shame - Shinedown
Favorite mall store: Steve & Barry's
Longest job you’ve had: The one I am presently rocking.
Biggest lie you’ve ever heard: Those aren't mine.
Favorite place to eat with friends? Anywhere the food is good and the conversation is better.
Can you cook? I can cook the pants off a chicken.
Best kiss: The ones that land somewhere between the ear and the shoulder.
Last time you cried?: Oh it has been nonstop for about an hour or two now.
Most disliked foods: Raw onions. Anything super salty.
Thing you like most about yourself: My ability to see both sides regardless of my feelings.
Thing you dislike most about yourself: My tendancy to become overly attached emotionally to people and things I shouldn't.
Longest shift you’ve worked at a job?: I'm not sure. Unfortunately I think it was a few jobs running together.
Can you sing? Physically you could call it singing, but it isn't very pleasing to ears that function.
Last concert you attended? A friend's band.
Last movie rented: Becoming Jane
One thing you never leave the house without: Cell phone.
Laptop or Desktop? I prefer the laptop
Favorite comedian? Me. Duh.
Do long distance relationships work?: If you want them to and you both put the effort into it. The same for off shift relationships.
How many times have you been pulled over by the police?? Hmm, at least six of not more.
How do you like your eggs? Over medium on toast.
Number of pillows?: Two, one shoved between the mattress and headboard and one for laying on.
Can you play pool?: Only when drunk.
Favorite season? Fall, hands down.
Best thing about winter? The crunching squeaky sound your boots make when you walk on fresh snow. And warm kisses on cold lips.
Name of your first pet?: Skipper the English Setter
Birthday? August26
What do you want to be? A mom.
Smiling right now?: Not at all.
Do you miss somebody right now? Yes. Very much.
If you could go anywhere in the world where would you go? To bed. With my husband.
Are you in high school?: Sometimes it feels like I am.
Do you have a harmless crush on anyone? Check out a few posts back. It is truly rediculous.
Ever been on a cruise?: No. I'm not sure I would like that.
What jewelry are you wearing? My wedding rings, my gold band and my watch.
What are you going to do after this questionnaire?? Finish watching my movie and maybe write another chapter.
I love fall.
Yesterday I helped the Lieutenant and my father in law shuttle equipment to their farthest field. Granted I did not get to drive any tractors, I did get to drive the Lieutenant's truck. Yes it is technically "our" truck, but as he puts it, it just isn't right for a man to ride shotgun in his own truck, so I rarely get to drive it. Besides, I have my own 'old man's dream.'
The weather was a breezy 80 degrees and the sun was shining. Dressed in jeans and a comfortable tank-top I rocked out to Shinedown's latest CD and admired all the blazing colors. I tried to get a few pictures, but the camera on my phone is pretty sub-par so you will have to use your imagination a bit.
I arrived at the field a good ten minutes before the Lieutenant (he was pulling a wagon and couldn't safely travel any faster than 35mph). I rolled down the windows, rested my arms on the frame and just sat and watched the planes take off and land, the billows of bean dust roll across the sky and enjoyed the breeze.
Of course I got a little teary watching the Lieutenant doing something he loves (even if he is doing it in a red tractor). I really wish he could farm full time, but unfortunately, it just isn't an option right now. It was nice talking with him on the way home too. Planning and dreaming.
It was a good day.
The weather was a breezy 80 degrees and the sun was shining. Dressed in jeans and a comfortable tank-top I rocked out to Shinedown's latest CD and admired all the blazing colors. I tried to get a few pictures, but the camera on my phone is pretty sub-par so you will have to use your imagination a bit.
I arrived at the field a good ten minutes before the Lieutenant (he was pulling a wagon and couldn't safely travel any faster than 35mph). I rolled down the windows, rested my arms on the frame and just sat and watched the planes take off and land, the billows of bean dust roll across the sky and enjoyed the breeze.
Of course I got a little teary watching the Lieutenant doing something he loves (even if he is doing it in a red tractor). I really wish he could farm full time, but unfortunately, it just isn't an option right now. It was nice talking with him on the way home too. Planning and dreaming.
It was a good day.
Thursday, October 9, 2008
I'm an addict.
It's true. I am addicted to school. I can't seem to get enough of it.
I have been looking into paralegal programs as of late even though I will not be going back to school. (I just like to pretend so I can trick myself into thinking I have the time and money to go back to school for a career that I love that pays more than $8.50/hr.) ANYWAY... I was looking at online classes since I don't really have the time to have one more place to be during the week. The online program I was looking at costs $351 per credit hour. The total number of hours it takes to complete this program is 96. Making a total of $33,696. (I have been doing this over and over on a calculator because I just cannot except the fact that it would cost that much!) Of course this includes your books, technical support, blah blah blah. Something tells me that if I am going to pay that sort of money, a bachelors degree is the better option.
I then researched the cost for a paralegal program at a local college campus. This is an adult learning class so it meets three nights a week. Total cost... $4,220. And it is taught by lawyers and they have a 98% job placement upon graduation.
Gee... which one is the better option...
I have been looking into paralegal programs as of late even though I will not be going back to school. (I just like to pretend so I can trick myself into thinking I have the time and money to go back to school for a career that I love that pays more than $8.50/hr.) ANYWAY... I was looking at online classes since I don't really have the time to have one more place to be during the week. The online program I was looking at costs $351 per credit hour. The total number of hours it takes to complete this program is 96. Making a total of $33,696. (I have been doing this over and over on a calculator because I just cannot except the fact that it would cost that much!) Of course this includes your books, technical support, blah blah blah. Something tells me that if I am going to pay that sort of money, a bachelors degree is the better option.
I then researched the cost for a paralegal program at a local college campus. This is an adult learning class so it meets three nights a week. Total cost... $4,220. And it is taught by lawyers and they have a 98% job placement upon graduation.
Gee... which one is the better option...
Tuesday, October 7, 2008
What did you do?
To my calendar?
Summer is over so there should not be so many weekends days with notes in them! I guess that's what you get when you take on a second job and I'm thinking it is even more overbooked since the state has mandated that massage therapists must be CPR/AED certified and I'm both a CPR instructor and a massage therapist. Of course all my classmates and coworkers are begging for classes.
At least I am sticking to my rule of no work on Sundays. None. Zip. Zilch. I'm thinking it is going to be Fa-la-la-la-la time before I know it. Eeeek!
Also, my sister will be about 36 weeks pregnant on Friday and her BP will not come down from 140's/90's-100's. She is already on bed rest but with three other children, that is like asking a rabbit not to hop. So any good thoughts or prayers you have are greatly appreciated. That baby boy needs to stay in there and cook a little longer. If he can't stay put, a healthy baby with healthy lungs is what we are praying for.
Summer is over so there should not be so many weekends days with notes in them! I guess that's what you get when you take on a second job and I'm thinking it is even more overbooked since the state has mandated that massage therapists must be CPR/AED certified and I'm both a CPR instructor and a massage therapist. Of course all my classmates and coworkers are begging for classes.
At least I am sticking to my rule of no work on Sundays. None. Zip. Zilch. I'm thinking it is going to be Fa-la-la-la-la time before I know it. Eeeek!
Also, my sister will be about 36 weeks pregnant on Friday and her BP will not come down from 140's/90's-100's. She is already on bed rest but with three other children, that is like asking a rabbit not to hop. So any good thoughts or prayers you have are greatly appreciated. That baby boy needs to stay in there and cook a little longer. If he can't stay put, a healthy baby with healthy lungs is what we are praying for.
Monday, October 6, 2008
Halloweenie
So I am playing nice and again dressing up for Halloween this year. So instead of trying to throw something together seconds before heading out the door, I am planning ahead. I know, imgine that.
So if you have some wonderful idea please feel free to share. And if it includes the Lieutenant, it is that much more awesome.
So far, I have found some fun wigs that would probably confuse most as to who I really was at first glance. Looks like 'real' hair, but drastically different from my own. (Think very short and very black.)
Otherwise, I've got nothing. So please, help a girl out.
So if you have some wonderful idea please feel free to share. And if it includes the Lieutenant, it is that much more awesome.
So far, I have found some fun wigs that would probably confuse most as to who I really was at first glance. Looks like 'real' hair, but drastically different from my own. (Think very short and very black.)
Otherwise, I've got nothing. So please, help a girl out.
Stupid email, stupid people.
I hate being scared. Not like ooh, this is a suspenseful movie scared - the RAWR I just jumped out at you kind of scared. And what is more perfect for scaring the ever loving daylights out of someone than with an innocent email. "Hey, check out this song... Watch for the puppy... See if you can see the trees move when the car goes by..."
They all suck. Each and every one of them and usually I am on my game in detecting such shenanigans. Not so much today though.
Watch this movie, but the sound sucks so turn it up...
Usually that is your red flag right there. Did I listen to that little voice in the back of my head saying "something just don't look right here..."
I swear, the next person to send me an email with some ungodly creature that jumps out at me and makes some sort of sound that would make a tortured and dying hedgehog feel out-screeched, I am going to punch them right in the throat.
I hate Halloween AND all the BS that comes with it.
Blarg.
They all suck. Each and every one of them and usually I am on my game in detecting such shenanigans. Not so much today though.
Watch this movie, but the sound sucks so turn it up...
Usually that is your red flag right there. Did I listen to that little voice in the back of my head saying "something just don't look right here..."
I swear, the next person to send me an email with some ungodly creature that jumps out at me and makes some sort of sound that would make a tortured and dying hedgehog feel out-screeched, I am going to punch them right in the throat.
I hate Halloween AND all the BS that comes with it.
Blarg.
Sunday, October 5, 2008
Thanks AD
Jean Arthur
You scored 17% grit, 33% wit, 33% flair, and 24% class!
You are a little bit of everything: smart, nutty, classy, and even a little scheming when you need to be. However, you aren't exactly the most effective dame around, as you're sometimes given to fainting and mumbling incoherently. But you're pretty steadfast and true, and might I add, cute as a button, even if you're not sure exactly what you want. Still, you end up with the likes of Jimmy Stewart and Cary Grant...not too shabby!
Friday, October 3, 2008
It's Potty Time!
If you have been a healthcare provider for very long, the odds are slim to none of your nose NOT becoming acquainted with a smell so foul it will make a skunk's eye water - the GI bleed.
I had just finished off the last of my mega-cup-o-tea and headed to the ladies room and stopped in my tracks outside the door. At first I thought I was crazy because there is no way someone would be at work in a state that would omit that smell. I REALLY had to go so I forged on. As soon as I opened the door it was like getting punched in the throat. *gag*
I really hope they are heading to the doctor and not planning on finishing out their day. Because well, that is just plain old stupid on so many levels.
Nothing like the smell of GI in the morning.
*barf*
I had just finished off the last of my mega-cup-o-tea and headed to the ladies room and stopped in my tracks outside the door. At first I thought I was crazy because there is no way someone would be at work in a state that would omit that smell. I REALLY had to go so I forged on. As soon as I opened the door it was like getting punched in the throat. *gag*
I really hope they are heading to the doctor and not planning on finishing out their day. Because well, that is just plain old stupid on so many levels.
Nothing like the smell of GI in the morning.
*barf*
Thursday, October 2, 2008
Damnit.
"Thank you for applying with us, however we are pursuing other candidates for this position."
There goes that idea. I'm starting to think that I am doomed to stay here forever. Ugh.
There goes that idea. I'm starting to think that I am doomed to stay here forever. Ugh.
Hello. It's me.
I have been experiencing a serious lack of motivation and creativity. My weekend is shaping up to be a busy one with a CPR course Saturday morning (I hate teaching in the am... especially since I gave up coffee). I have a date with the Leiutenant Saturday night. He is planning it and surprising me (LOVE IT!).
I am making a ton of finger foods for the game on Sunday and we are just sitting at home eating food until we can't eat anymore.
Other than that, nothing interesting is going on, which really is okay by me.
I am making a ton of finger foods for the game on Sunday and we are just sitting at home eating food until we can't eat anymore.
Other than that, nothing interesting is going on, which really is okay by me.
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