Feeling homesick...
Homesickness for something - a place, a time, I don't know - is rapidly becoming a theme here. I'll be brief this time and just note that 2nd Annual Fun Girl Weekend was a blast and just like last year I came home and promptly dissolved into tears (read bawling) over missing my friends, wanting my mom and dad (seriously, who does that? I'm too old to want my mom and dad anymore. What the hell is wrong with me?), apologizing to my husband for being short with him on the phone (I'm telling you he's a saint for putting up with me) and wanting the dog (the one who lives in a little wooden box on our shelf). Pathetic. Oh, and creating a rather magnificent pile of soggy snot wads on our sofa. Nice.
But today I feel better. I got a total of 12 hours of sleep (not all at once, mind you), played some tennis, walked the dog, made dinner (breakfast - yummy) and surfed the net. And now I'm going to go forage for a snack and then collapse into bed.
Different Fummer, RN. A shiny new graduate nurse embarking upon her second career while navigating the insanity that is healthcare in America.
2.20.2007
2.13.2007
Snow Day!
I finally got the snow day I've been whining about since December. We have about 6 inches of snow with some sleet mixed in. My mom has about a foot so far...not sure how much more we'll get. They're predicting another inch or two before morning. Unfortunately our snow day has been ruined by the fact that I have to write a 5 page essay for psych. and Michael is working on a conference paper. But, we get to do so in the cozy comfort of our tv room whilst (see, there it is again) sitting on the couch with our feet propped up and sipping hot tea.
All I have to say is thank god for our snow blower. Even tho we don't have that much snow, if you've ever seen our driveway you know what I'm talking about. We're heading back out in a few minutes to do some shoveling and walk the dog. Hope the rest of you get a snow day tomorrow!
I finally got the snow day I've been whining about since December. We have about 6 inches of snow with some sleet mixed in. My mom has about a foot so far...not sure how much more we'll get. They're predicting another inch or two before morning. Unfortunately our snow day has been ruined by the fact that I have to write a 5 page essay for psych. and Michael is working on a conference paper. But, we get to do so in the cozy comfort of our tv room whilst (see, there it is again) sitting on the couch with our feet propped up and sipping hot tea.
All I have to say is thank god for our snow blower. Even tho we don't have that much snow, if you've ever seen our driveway you know what I'm talking about. We're heading back out in a few minutes to do some shoveling and walk the dog. Hope the rest of you get a snow day tomorrow!
2.11.2007
Nothing Exciting...
Yep, that's us. Nothing exciting to report. Not that this is a bad thing, mind you, but it doesn't make for entertaining blogging. So, Asia is doing well. She's two weeks into the 4 week must-stay-calm-at-all-times post-treatment phase and continues to do well. Little brat found some cat poo today while out on a walk, tho. And when I say found, that means found and promptly gobbled it up before Michael could get her away from it. Brat. Did I mention that this dog really, really like prunes? Prunes. She won't eat peanut butter (tell me what dog doesn't eat peanut butter) but she LOVES prunes. She can't get enough of them. The good thing is that I found a cheaper alternative to the smelly wet fish food crap she normally gets to eat whilst I sneak up on her to give her an allergy shot.
You know, I think 'whilst' is a good word. Whilst. Whilst. Whilst. Whilllllsssssttttttt. It just trips right of the tongue.
Anyway, other than dog stuff, Michael had an interview last week and has another one at the end of the month. Hopefully he'll get a job offer from either place (preferably the one in NY) and then we'll know where we're moving and when and all that stuff. But, no more about that...I don't want to jinx him (yes, I sort of believe that I could. I know it's stupid).
Blarg. Being an adult really sucks sometimes. There's bills to pay, taxes to do, a home to do lots of expensive aesthetic things to, jobs to find, jobs to struggle through until your husband finds a job in another city...blarg, blarg, blarg. And being grown up enough to have the kind of conversations with your parents that make you realize that they're people too and not just your parents. And finding out that your parents probably never really loved each other in the first place is hard. Very, very hard. Everyone wants to think that her/his parents love(d) each other, at least a little. And knowing that you can never go home again to the home of your childhood when you didn't have the awareness that your parents' marriage wasn't so different from that of your friends' parents' marriages...is just hard. There is no "home" to go home to anymore. Just goes to show that you never really outgrow the desire to go home to parents who love you and still love each other. Even when you know it'll never happen you can't help yourself from thinking about it. And, yes, there's my home with my wonderful husband and our dog but sometimes...I just want to go "home."
Yep, that's us. Nothing exciting to report. Not that this is a bad thing, mind you, but it doesn't make for entertaining blogging. So, Asia is doing well. She's two weeks into the 4 week must-stay-calm-at-all-times post-treatment phase and continues to do well. Little brat found some cat poo today while out on a walk, tho. And when I say found, that means found and promptly gobbled it up before Michael could get her away from it. Brat. Did I mention that this dog really, really like prunes? Prunes. She won't eat peanut butter (tell me what dog doesn't eat peanut butter) but she LOVES prunes. She can't get enough of them. The good thing is that I found a cheaper alternative to the smelly wet fish food crap she normally gets to eat whilst I sneak up on her to give her an allergy shot.
You know, I think 'whilst' is a good word. Whilst. Whilst. Whilst. Whilllllsssssttttttt. It just trips right of the tongue.
Anyway, other than dog stuff, Michael had an interview last week and has another one at the end of the month. Hopefully he'll get a job offer from either place (preferably the one in NY) and then we'll know where we're moving and when and all that stuff. But, no more about that...I don't want to jinx him (yes, I sort of believe that I could. I know it's stupid).
Blarg. Being an adult really sucks sometimes. There's bills to pay, taxes to do, a home to do lots of expensive aesthetic things to, jobs to find, jobs to struggle through until your husband finds a job in another city...blarg, blarg, blarg. And being grown up enough to have the kind of conversations with your parents that make you realize that they're people too and not just your parents. And finding out that your parents probably never really loved each other in the first place is hard. Very, very hard. Everyone wants to think that her/his parents love(d) each other, at least a little. And knowing that you can never go home again to the home of your childhood when you didn't have the awareness that your parents' marriage wasn't so different from that of your friends' parents' marriages...is just hard. There is no "home" to go home to anymore. Just goes to show that you never really outgrow the desire to go home to parents who love you and still love each other. Even when you know it'll never happen you can't help yourself from thinking about it. And, yes, there's my home with my wonderful husband and our dog but sometimes...I just want to go "home."
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