Update

Oh...I almost forgot.

Re: Birthday gift selection

The cookbook that I wanted is on its way to my house.

Courtesy of my lovah lovah.

Pretty sure he also has the oral sex category covered.

Feel free to make this substitution.

Cash is, as always, still fine.

There is a whole big bunch of snow here today.

I have some kind of toe injury of unknown origin. Seems ridiculous, I know, but, well...it hurts.

School work is grating on my nerves and maybe I should write a resume like I've been meaning to for the past two weeks.

Let's have hot chocolate and snuggle.

My love and I are starting to plan a vacation. Pretty serious business, eh? Real couple stuff.

Today it was snowing. After being sixty-five degrees yesterday.

What the fuck?

Decided was going to start wishing for one of the girls in my class to get a three month long case of laryngitis. Kansas black magic. Better watch out.

Next week am going to Topeka for school, to Lawrence to see Sister, and then to KC to see my pretty little almost-mama Pom.

Off from school on Valentine's Day so if you want to be my Valentine make your reservation now.

I put out.

It's fixin' to rain.

My stomach hurts a little and the people in my class are getting increasingly annoying.

Less than one hundred days left of school now.

Anyone want some furniture or small appliances?

Today was reunited with my poor, neglected bicycle.

Note to self: Just because there doesn't seem to be any wind while you are standing on your front porch doesn't mean that it won't be blowing in your face at twenty mph with gusts up to thirty once you peddle your happy, chubby ass out to a county road.

But it's sixty degrees. In Kansas. In January. So complaining I am not.

Yesterday bought a two piece Anne Klein pant suit. One button, no padding in the shoulder. Time to find a job, be a real live grown-up.

How do you feel about pin stripes?

Need a hot shower and to study for a test tomorrow morn.

Things happen in real life that don't show up here because despite sharing all the mundane and trivial details of everyday am actually a very private person.

If you've lost someone you care about lately I'm thinking of you.

Love love.

Trisha

Go to this site, watch the YouTube video posted there, and then e-mail me to let me know which of you humiliation-lovin' fools is going to be my competition partner for the Austin race.

Thanks.

Wowee it's cold.

Today at clinicals it was a man's 91st birthday.

He was eating vanilla ice cream.

My birthday is in less than a month now.

I'll have chocolate please.

Also feel free to shower me with gifts, tokens of affection, and oral sex.

Or you could just get me this cookbook.

Cash will also be fine.

Sometimes I catch you looking at me with a certain softness in your eyes and I can feel that you love me.

Don't stop.

Just spent some of my steadily dwindling funds downloading the soundtrack to Love in the Time of Cholera on iTunes.

Gabriel García Márquez is one of my favorite writers.

I also have a crush on Shakira.

I'm about to burrow under the covers and snooze.

Saturday night par-tay.

My head is jumbled, full of mush, and my nose is dribbly.

Trying to implode my life like a defunct Vegas hotel.

Wish I were better at relationships.

Also less squishy white bread vanilla and more exotic and/or glamorous.

Or just more emotionally stable.

At the very least able to stop crying long enough to get through clinical orientation today.

Snowed just enough to make my feet cold and wet.

Hoo-rah.

Professor is talking and talking (specifically reading and reading off of her page of notes) and I've checked my e-mail, looked at swimsuits, perused blogs and the news.

It was supposed to snow today, but it isn't, so maybe it won't. (Hopefully.)

I drove a big white van to school today and Pop, Lock, and Drop it was playing as I pulled into the parking lot.

How fuckin' hip am I?

Tonight is free movie night so maybe I will go to get some popcorn and a Cherry Coke.

Unless it snows and then I am going to get in my bed as soon as I get home and stay there as long as possible.

Ew. Our classroom smells like a school cafeteria.

Way gross.

How do you think the lemon filled donut I ate for lunch is going to help me in my quest to lose the ten pounds have gained since nursing school started before graduation?

Probably a big help. Wouldn't you say?

Gotta go have class.

More later.

Did you know that half a cup of steamed zucchini contains less than 20 calories?

Hmm. Yes. That's fascinating, Trisha. Thank you.

School is off to a slow start. Ho-hum.

It kinda bugs me that people assume that if you don't want kids it is because you would be a horrible mother or that because you wouldn't be a horrible mother you should have kids.

Also, I feel like when someone asks me if I am planning to make some babies I have to say no like they asked me if I want to gnaw off my arm or they won't believe me.

Which, by the way, isn't it a little bit prying to ask the question in the first place?

Hey, if you're not going to use that uterus...

If you've never been to the bar (that's right, the bar, as in you call someone and say "let's go to the bar!", and there is no need for them to ask, "which one?") in a small Midwestern town you should go. Tonight. Call it an anthropological field study.

Things you may see:
middle aged women falling down drunk and being drug across the floor by their 'friends' on their birthdays while their husbands karaoke an AC/DC song for them
pissed off women coming in to try and drag their men home with little success
a rousing rendition of Pat Benatar's Hit Me With Your Best Shot as Lick Me In My Wet Spot by a not-nearly-drunk enough past middle age woman
$1 Electric Blue Lemonade Shots that I am sure are one part McCormick's, one part kool-aid blue lemonade, and one part antifreeze

One night twice a year or so you may also find me there. Sitting in the corner drinking a Sprite and providing commentary.

Good stuff.

Having spent up all of my good timin' energy for the week on the above mentioned commentary last night I'll be spending Friday half-ass doing homework and eating peanut butter.

And maybe listening to Pat Benatar if you want to know the ugly truth.

Why is it so hard to find cards for those with child that aren't so syrupy sweet they make you throw up a little?

Jeez.

Last night at family Christmas I got a bread knife so pretty it will almost make you cry.

Brother brought me a 'tobacco pipe' from Colombia accented with what we decided must be llama teeth.

We played a board game that involved play dough and Sister kept trying to feed it to the cats. I may or may not have egged her on in this endeavor.

Today school was mildly annoying, but short, and tomorrow we will get our schedule for our practicum experiences this semester.

I'm going to be a real life nurse soon and it kind of freaks me out.

I'm about to drop some Christmas cash on some expensive-for-me shoes that had better not rub blisters on my feet like all the cheap-o ones I have now and which I plan to wear to my wedding.

Watch this if you want to giggle.

Later taters.

This morning back to work.

One of the boys climbing into the big rig thought I was a new girl starting at their school.

I was less flattered by the fact that I am a good decade past that than by the fact that he assumed me capable of behavioral disturbance of a caliber that would earn me a place at this particular high school.

Back to class after that.

Mentioned that need to make a resume to start applying for jobs and soon thereafter needed a paper bag to breathe into as the lone boy in our class incredulously said, "You haven't made a resume?"

Well shit. I thought I was doing alright timeline-wise. I have a bit of a complex about paying all this money for all of this school and then having to work at a 7-11 because I can't find a job.

Events like this don't so much help it out.

It's cold here and I do not like it.

Also I wish that hanging out with my svelte siblings didn't make me feel like such a complete unattractive chub.

Bleh.

It has gotta be 70 degrees here right now.

The patio door is open and Cat n Jinx are sacked out in the sun.

Boyfriend is bustling around and being domestic and productive.

Me?

I'm being completely lazy.

Leaving tomorrow is going to be bad news. I don't like it.

Good news?

Texas wants me anyway.

Raucous Caucus

Who's excited for the Iowa caucus?

Yes, well, me neither, but don't tell anyone.

Spending the tail end of my vacation reading back issues of my newly subscribed AJN and being worried about finding a job post-graduation.

Never too early for worry. That's my bumper sticker.

It is actually chilly today in lovely Austin, Texas. Debating whether to bundle up and go for a run/walk* or if I should succumb to my desire to broil in the heating piped in to the max apartment complex work-out room and commune with the treadmill.

Bought a very cute hat from the cycling shop and action-adventure gloves from the running gear store so perhaps my female impulse to sport my new fashion accessories will override my immense hatred of temperatures below 65.

Either way the heaping mounds of Indian food I've eaten the last two nights are rubbing their hands together evilly as they battle over the prime real estate that is my thighs so, really, something needs to be done.

And it sadly does not involve peppermint ice cream.

*Here in Central Texas they have something we don't have back home on the prairie: hills. I've got an awful lot of ass to be hauling up and down them. My chug chug gets slower and slower until I'm kind of limping and puffing up the hill and can only speed back up to a respectable pace coming back down the other side. It's probably funny to watch, though I wouldn't recommend laughing if you want to spend a happy and healthy 2008. Cheers!

Went to get some peppermint ice cream. I loves me some peppermint ice cream.

On the way home, cruisin' in my Hyundai and rockin' an L.L. Bean sweatshirt through the almost burbs, an act of fate brought my theme song up on the radio.

I'm so hood.

Oh yes, yes I am.

When I stumble out of bed and shuffle to the bathroom in the mornings the sweet person who sleeps next to me rolls over to keep my spot warm until I get back.

Was a late night/early morning Sunday/Monday so we came home last night, watched a couple of episodes of Carnivale, and chowed on veggie burgers and jalapeno potato chips.

Took a shower and were snoring long before the ringing in of the new year. Tangled up in bed warm and smelling of soap.

May get out of bed (smelling considerably less of soap) and go for a walk in the sun today.

Also am trying to convince Love that I need Indian food from the restaurant in the shopping center across the street.

Hope you are having a nice day, too.

Best wishes for the New Year.