Sunday, October 30, 2011

Has it really been two weeks?

 Yesterday I went to my bosom friend Katie's wedding shower in Utah. Is there anything more wonderful then seeing the people you care about happy? I'm so glad I was able to go and celebrate with with some one who has been a wonderful friend to me. And I just like wedding showers in general.
I think that the second best part of the trip (first was seeing Katie) was making the trip. So much time for reflection and imagining! I love driving through the fields and mountains. I love living in Idaho.

Last week I went and got my hair cut with my roommate Amber. We didn't go to one the hair schools. We decided branch out and go to a little shop above a house. I will say that I found it to be a very enlightening. I think I now understand what makes a good hair stylist. Talent? That is only a fraction of the equation. The key to success in that field is flattery. I left that little shop thinking: maybe I'll pay my way through school by marketing locks of my hair to billionaires with a passion for the true beauties found in strings of dead cells.
I thought I could apply this to my nursing career but I don't know if patients would believe when I told them "that is the most artistic in- grown toenail I have ever seen" or "wow- I love the way you change your colostomy bag. It's like an interpretive dance."

Sunday, October 16, 2011

The Wretched Book of Faces

Last week as I was indexing at apartment #9 comrade Izzy bemoaned "you know I have all these pictures of you from ward activities but I can't tag you because you don't have facebook."
Alas my weakness was discovered. That very night I reunited with my long lost addiction. I was conquered. I was vanquished. My love of pictures of, well, myself... AND others. But mostly myself- has overcome a solid year of being a anti facebook fantastic. But now what self respecting cyber socializing novice will speak to me? I am left to the vices of conterfeit socializing.
On the bright side I did reunite with some great friends and get a lot of pictures. Please reminisce with me as I peruse my newly acquired treasures:
Utah Nursing Trip

Utah Nursing Trip

It may seem that our FHE group isjust ignoring each other but actually we are Indexing, a very noble cause indeed 

My ward hike. This is the beginning of the snake river, er that's what they told me.

Nursing Utah Trip

Utah Nursing Trip

Utah Nursing Trip

Taryn's Bridal Shower. As an entertainer this was one of my finer moments

Ward activity. I'm so glad I participate in these kind of things

Nursing Utah Trip. Look at those girls- aren't they cute!

Friday, October 7, 2011


As I was trudging through the preemptive Rexburg snow this afternoon I pondered what I would do for my spiritual thought in Nursing 211.
Understand: giving the spiritual thought a heavy and coveted responsibility. The first day of class the instructor passes around the 'Thought Sign Up'. I see it make it pass the first row. I witness students scribble on it in the second row and 3rd. Yet- I know not where they sign up; for when the paper makes it pilgrimage to my seat, alas it is full of names with not another slot available. That thing fills up with names like seats for Phantom of the Opera fill: it happens every time and for no apparent reason. Honestly- who wants to watch a musical about an old sewer dweller seducing a chorus girl? 
This time however, things were different. Before the first seat had a chance to draw out a writing utilize I hand my weapons ready and loaded. I was swinging nunchucks, shootin' gold bullets, splitting tables in half with my bare hands and spitting my John Hancock all over the dead slice of tree (save the rain forest!)
I am very relieved to know that I will give the thought at least once before I graduate. Now back the initital perplexment:
As I said, I was trudging and pondering about what thought I should given for my hard won moment of spot light. And a song like a nymph of the forest, like a dove of the lilac tree, like a angel of mercy! came ringing in my ears. I knew what the thought would be.
Listen to it yourself. Only the dialog in the beginning shall be utilized. Feel free to take the message to heart, my gift to you:
WARNING: watching the whole thing might be painful if colorful young men make you feel uncomfortable.