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Monday, October 31, 2011
Friday, September 30, 2011
For Stephanie.
I have never really been the type to have a lot of real close friends. I may have a lot of friends, but the closeness always comes and goes. I value a true friend. I value it like I value having two arms...like I value a roof over my head.
Well, I do have a best friend. She and I have been friends for over 12 years. TWELVE YEARS, my friends. She was there when I was a Freshman in high school and I couldn't drive...she was there when I found out I was pregnant at age 18. She was there the night I turned 21, she was there in the first house we lived in together and the second house we lived in together. She was there for the birth of my son, and three years later my wedding and then the birth of my girls. She was with me in Caesar's Palace, Times Square, and both ends of the Pacific. She was there when I crossed the finish line, doing something I never thought I could do...and I wouldn't have without her there with me the whole time. She was there for all our crazy nights, and there for lazy weekends of doing nothing. I don't have a memory without her there...she is always there. I know she will be there when I need someone. I know she will go with me when I need someone to go somewhere with. I know I will never have to be alone because I always, always count on her.
She is the person I wish I could be: caring, never-judging, loving. She never, and I mean never says a hurtful word about another person. She is just so totally beautiful inside and just as beautiful outside. No one knows me like her, no one understands me like her, no one else do I feel like I can tell anything. Sometimes, I think we might actually be the same person. I know I will never have another best friend who is as "best" as she is.
She is moving.
And I keep crying. But, it's time for her to expand her wings and get away from here. Good for her--I never did and wish I would have. What am I going to do? Who am I going to go with? Who am I going to talk to? She won't be there anymore for birthday parties, girls' nights, nothing days. There will be no 5th year of our double date tradition on Valentines Day. Who will I text when I want to go have dinner...or coffee...or pedicures...or...whatever.
I am happy and excited for her. They can go wherever, whenever. The total opposite of where my life is now. I hope she sees and experiences all she can, and enough for both of us. Because I will be here, and I will just patiently await until she comes home some day.
I love you, Steph. I am so, so, soso lucky to call you my best friend. Never forget it. <3
Well, I do have a best friend. She and I have been friends for over 12 years. TWELVE YEARS, my friends. She was there when I was a Freshman in high school and I couldn't drive...she was there when I found out I was pregnant at age 18. She was there the night I turned 21, she was there in the first house we lived in together and the second house we lived in together. She was there for the birth of my son, and three years later my wedding and then the birth of my girls. She was with me in Caesar's Palace, Times Square, and both ends of the Pacific. She was there when I crossed the finish line, doing something I never thought I could do...and I wouldn't have without her there with me the whole time. She was there for all our crazy nights, and there for lazy weekends of doing nothing. I don't have a memory without her there...she is always there. I know she will be there when I need someone. I know she will go with me when I need someone to go somewhere with. I know I will never have to be alone because I always, always count on her.
She is the person I wish I could be: caring, never-judging, loving. She never, and I mean never says a hurtful word about another person. She is just so totally beautiful inside and just as beautiful outside. No one knows me like her, no one understands me like her, no one else do I feel like I can tell anything. Sometimes, I think we might actually be the same person. I know I will never have another best friend who is as "best" as she is.
She is moving.
And I keep crying. But, it's time for her to expand her wings and get away from here. Good for her--I never did and wish I would have. What am I going to do? Who am I going to go with? Who am I going to talk to? She won't be there anymore for birthday parties, girls' nights, nothing days. There will be no 5th year of our double date tradition on Valentines Day. Who will I text when I want to go have dinner...or coffee...or pedicures...or...whatever.
I am happy and excited for her. They can go wherever, whenever. The total opposite of where my life is now. I hope she sees and experiences all she can, and enough for both of us. Because I will be here, and I will just patiently await until she comes home some day.
I love you, Steph. I am so, so, soso lucky to call you my best friend. Never forget it. <3
Saturday, September 17, 2011
Priorities
I haven't had time to write...
I have been immersed in Pharmacology, sooo...if you'd like to talk drugs and pharmacotherapy, I'm your gal.
(Oh you don't, huh?)
A lot has been going on in this house, and do I mean A LOT. Moving, baseball, soccer, school, THREE birthdays, church, the list goes on and on.
I just need more time to write.
I have been immersed in Pharmacology, sooo...if you'd like to talk drugs and pharmacotherapy, I'm your gal.
(Oh you don't, huh?)
A lot has been going on in this house, and do I mean A LOT. Moving, baseball, soccer, school, THREE birthdays, church, the list goes on and on.
I just need more time to write.
Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Happy Summer.
So much going on. Enjoying it all. Excited for the future and gripping on tightly to the right now.
In other news--
I found this pillow today at Pier One, and I totally love it. Like whoa. It makes me so happy. I think I will be doing the girls' room around this soon. It's so Eric Carle on fairy dust.
We're going for a walk...until next time. :)
Monday, July 4, 2011
Friday, February 25, 2011
Coffee High.
*Disclaimer: I apologize for the amount of run-on sentences in this post; I tend to get excited.
Thankfully, this coffee has got all my pistons all a-firin'. Well, I don't have pistons, (I am not a race-car, you see); but, if I did, they'd be a-firin'. Not only am I on a coffee high in aembarrassing sad attempt to focus on my Micro hw, but nothing puts the cherry on top of enzymes and amino acids like a little Adele. She has half my soul, I think--maybe 5/8th's on a good day. Sometimes, I just can't study. I do whatever I can to distract myself from it--like now. And Adele is belting out "Of my world, yea-aahhh, of my world", so loud that I'm pretty sure all the kids have probably woken up wondering how and when they time-traveled into an old-time English karaoke bar.
Catabolism, Anabolism, Adele, Cup ' o Joe... all in attempt to focus. This has obviously lead me to this place. My little place where blabbering rants and streams of unorganized thoughts can be spilled out for all to see. Aren't I a disaster of an excuse for a mentally-stable and hard-working student? (Remind me to add that to my resume qualifications. That is, if I ever apply for a job...meaning I wouldn't be in school anymore. Shudder.)
"Should I give up, or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere..."
And all of this coffee, and studying, and coffee and studying so that I can land my silly little self right where I belong--in the hospital; pouring out my passions and love and gosh-darn skills that I learned on late coffee-induced nights taking care of God's teeniest most precious and fragile little gifts. How could I be so lucky?
Nights much like this one right now, I sit and struggle to memorize the difference between Hexokinase, Urease, and Reductase, and all I end up doing all night is watching recorded episodes of "Baby Day", "One Born Every Minute" and "Untold Stories of the ER" until I realize that, "whoops, it's 1:00 am, so I guess I'll study those -ase's tomorrow night." Oh, let's not forget the nursing forums with page after page of real-life NICU stories for some late night entertainment.
There's no central thesis to my post tonight. Just some main points to take with you on this fine evening/err morning:
1. I am pretty "interesting" sometimes when it gets to be late and I am very behind on homework and have ingested copious amounts of caffiene.
2. If all the not-so-fun stuff in life leads up to where you know you're meant to be, then it ain't no big thing.
3. Ummm, let's see, I need a #3, because only having two bullet points kind of triggers my OCD, so how about this: I love babies. (Especially my little time-travelers upstairs in their beds right now.)
My favorite latest quote:
"The center of power is not to be found in summit meetings or in peace conferences. It is not in Peking or Washington or the UN, but rather where a child of God prays in the power of the Spirit for God's will to be done in her life, in her home, and in the world around her."
~Ruth Bell Graham-1920
Thankfully, this coffee has got all my pistons all a-firin'. Well, I don't have pistons, (I am not a race-car, you see); but, if I did, they'd be a-firin'. Not only am I on a coffee high in a
Catabolism, Anabolism, Adele, Cup ' o Joe... all in attempt to focus. This has obviously lead me to this place. My little place where blabbering rants and streams of unorganized thoughts can be spilled out for all to see. Aren't I a disaster of an excuse for a mentally-stable and hard-working student? (Remind me to add that to my resume qualifications. That is, if I ever apply for a job...meaning I wouldn't be in school anymore. Shudder.)
"Should I give up, or should I just keep chasing pavements? Even if it leads nowhere..."
And all of this coffee, and studying, and coffee and studying so that I can land my silly little self right where I belong--in the hospital; pouring out my passions and love and gosh-darn skills that I learned on late coffee-induced nights taking care of God's teeniest most precious and fragile little gifts. How could I be so lucky?
Nights much like this one right now, I sit and struggle to memorize the difference between Hexokinase, Urease, and Reductase, and all I end up doing all night is watching recorded episodes of "Baby Day", "One Born Every Minute" and "Untold Stories of the ER" until I realize that, "whoops, it's 1:00 am, so I guess I'll study those -ase's tomorrow night." Oh, let's not forget the nursing forums with page after page of real-life NICU stories for some late night entertainment.
There's no central thesis to my post tonight. Just some main points to take with you on this fine evening/err morning:
1. I am pretty "interesting" sometimes when it gets to be late and I am very behind on homework and have ingested copious amounts of caffiene.
2. If all the not-so-fun stuff in life leads up to where you know you're meant to be, then it ain't no big thing.
3. Ummm, let's see, I need a #3, because only having two bullet points kind of triggers my OCD, so how about this: I love babies. (Especially my little time-travelers upstairs in their beds right now.)
My favorite latest quote:
"The center of power is not to be found in summit meetings or in peace conferences. It is not in Peking or Washington or the UN, but rather where a child of God prays in the power of the Spirit for God's will to be done in her life, in her home, and in the world around her."
~Ruth Bell Graham-1920
Monday, February 21, 2011
A feminist post coming from a non-feminist.
You're not gonna hear me put women on a pedestal. Men are great, women are great. We are all made in God's image--perfectly designed, (with flaws). Men more-so than women. Just kidding, geez!
That being said, my passion is mothers and babies. (Have I mentioned that before?) It is so heart-breaking to see how American hospitals portray the birthing process. We are the ONLY country in the world that utilizes OB/GYN doctors over Midwives for healthy births. Guess what else that means? One of the highest infant mortality rates in the world. Birth is a natural process, and should not be treated as a medical emergency or illness. WAKE UP, AMERICA. Women, educate yourselves, it's all I ask. If you want an epidural--GREAT! If you want a doctor delivering your baby--GREAT! ( Although most doctors don't really know what they're doing if you want a natural birth.) I just wish women knew their options.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfWRbAEEap0&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MOmgEAeykcE&feature=related
That being said, my passion is mothers and babies. (Have I mentioned that before?) It is so heart-breaking to see how American hospitals portray the birthing process. We are the ONLY country in the world that utilizes OB/GYN doctors over Midwives for healthy births. Guess what else that means? One of the highest infant mortality rates in the world. Birth is a natural process, and should not be treated as a medical emergency or illness. WAKE UP, AMERICA. Women, educate yourselves, it's all I ask. If you want an epidural--GREAT! If you want a doctor delivering your baby--GREAT! ( Although most doctors don't really know what they're doing if you want a natural birth.) I just wish women knew their options.
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=IfWRbAEEap0&feature=related
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=MOmgEAeykcE&feature=related
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