Do you smell smoke?

I know, I know, blah blah blah, we get it, Ashley's in school. But I just had to share cuz I'm so happy. I got an 89% on my first test!!! That's a way better score than I expected. After finding out which questions's I got wrong and why, there's only one I have an issue with. It said something like:
you walk into a pt's room and smell smoke, the first thing you do is:
a) alert the fire department and call your superviser
b) pull the fire alarm and look for an extinguisher
c) locate the source of the smoke
d) remove patient out of the room

What did I put? C. it made perfect sense to me. Why act like there's a fire when I only SMELL smoke? I'm gonna look around the room and find out if something is on fire.

Real life experience: a couple days ago when there was that fire in Draper, I was at work. I walked into a pt's room and it smelled like smoke. I looked around to see if someone was smoking or something was on fire. Then I walked outside of the room and it still smelled like smoke. I asked a co-worker, "does it smell like smoke to you?" they smelled it and we all concluded after a while that it was from the draper fire.

What did the test answer say? D. Which is the correct course of action if the room or building is ON FIRE. (RACE is an acronym for Rescue, Alarm, Confine, and Evacuate that you use for fire safety. You rescue first.)

So according to this test, I should have started wheeling the patient out the door when I smelled smoke from the Draper fire. My coworkers would have been like
"what the heck are you doing? are you freaking bonkers?"
"what? I smelled smoke, that means I rescue."

I can dispute the question on the test, but I have to have a back up from the book or the class notes and those only contain the RACE acronym. According to that, D is the right answer, but smoke is not enough for me to start evacuating a hospital. Also, I got an 89 and that's good enough. I still think I'll share my Draper fire story with the instructor for her consideration though.

School...What else would I blog about?

First of all, YAY! I got a scholarship that will cover the rest of the semester's tuition! That will be SOOOO nice! I am so blessed.

I am also blessed to have found some women with similar standards (educational and lifestyle) as mine and that I get along with. It's nice to have some kindred spirits in the mix, and support from people experiencing the same things. It's so cool to be with girls who have tried as many times as I to get in, who are excited as I am to be doing nursing, and who love it for all the same reasons. They also live near me and we can carpool and go to clinical together. It is going to be so very very nice. Thank you Heavenly Father for sending me Rachel, Julie, Christie, and Nina. They are really life and sanity savers.

And thank you for the once again confirmation that my chosen vocation is SO right for me. I cannot tell you how happy it makes me to think about being a nurse and to be learning about how to care for others. It is truely a blessing to serve others. I feel so good just thinking about helping people.

I also think I'm happier when I'm busier. Idle hands to the devil's work as they say. Not that I have been doing the devil's work, but this summer I sure have not been seeking out good things either. I've admittedly been more unhappy then usual, and feeling farther away from my father in heaven. But I've been so desperate for help, that I pray every morning before I leave. I'm also continually thinking about how I can better care for other people and that has made a world of difference!

I am so blessed!! This (school, busy-ness, new friends) has been just what I needed. I am so glad that my prayers have been answered. and once again, in ways I would have never expected. Can I say it again? I am so blessed!

(another trivial blessing: We watched a video and did our first unit on mental health nursing. and I am SOOO glad I did not inherit Grandma lou's bipolarism or Grandma blomquist's schizophrenia. What an incredible challenge. It made me see mental illness in a whole new light and see things from my own family member's points of view. You kind of just want to tell people-snap out of it! Stop choosing to be like that. But they really can't. They really can't. So if' you're suffering from mental illness--I'm here to listen. I get you better now.)

First Day of School

... all I have to say is- good-bye.

Good-bye social life
Good-bye blog stalking
Good-bye blogging
Good-bye exercise
Good-bye skiing
Good-bye shopping
Good-bye sleeping
Good-bye parties
Good-bye movies
Good-bye clothing that isn't scrubs
Good-bye food that requires +20 min of preparation
Good-bye sanity

Hello studying and studying and clinicals and studying and testing and studying and labs and studying

Sigh. Pray for me.

Okay, really I will not have much of a life outside of my studies, but I'm going to love it. Cuz it's stuff I like learning about and doing. I really can't wait for clinicals (all of mine are at Davis Hospital so I'll have to stop in to Rocky Mountain OB/GYN to say hi to mom). I'm excited to do that stuff I've only observed others doing. I'm excited!

and stressed.

and happy.

and tired just thinking about nursing school.

I hope Ryan keeps blogging like he has the last couple of posts. Otherwise, this blog has just become lame. You know what I mean. One of those blogs that goes for weeks until it's updated? Sorry, but first comes school, then comes time with Ryan, then comes blogging (among other things). So if you want to read something--tell Ryan. I'm busy hyperventilating because I have a test...every week.

Yearbook Yourself

Ryan, here. We saw Amber and Jason make pictures in this site and tried it out for ourselves. www.yearbookyourself.com is where you can do it. It's free and FUN! There are a lot more pictures of Ashley because I was the one making the pictures and all of them were too funny not to keep. Enjoy.



Ryan Ashley- 1960




Ashley Ryan- 1952




Ryan- 1968 Ashley- 1966





Ashley- 1980 Ryan- 1970





Ashley- 1984 Ryan- 1988





Ashley- 1992 Ryan- 1996





Ashley- 2000 Nice bangs.


For some reason, the girls they had model the poses for the girls were pretty chubby. Ashley isn't chubby like it looks in the pictures. I'm glad we met when we did because some of those pictures are pretty sad. Though, she would have been cute in '66.

quotable quote

"Don't worry about the world coming to an end today. It's already tomorrow in Australia."
-Charles Shultz

(and in China)

I [heart] the olympics.

Some random thoughts

Here are some things I found myself wondering about this week. I think you can tell from them what I've been up to.

1-Why do I always seem to start a load of laundry and then decide to get in the shower? Why don't I realize there will be no water until the washer is full?

2- Why don't they train husbands to do pap smears to avoid having this practical stranger all up in...there?

3-What a bizzarly cavalier and casual conversation we're having while I am in this precarious position?

4- But then again, how many casual conversations have I had while on the other side of similar situations?

5-Why am I blogging about my pap smear? Are people gonna get offended or think it's funny?

5- How come they don't make stairwells fit couches? or visa versa?

6- If Mikey falls off of that, how big will his head bleed be? Who will calm down Brenna while I do CPR?

7-Let's see, what is it? Pupils equal and reactive? Ask him what day/year/month it is? Can he squeezy my fingers? Wiggle his toes? good. I remember. Hope I don't have to use it.

8- Broken necks are not worth new couches.

9- I sure am glad I'm educated and I don't ever have to work at IHOP.

10- My new couches are so pretty.

Ryan's Spider Story (in his own words!)

Due to popular demand (and a little begging), here is the Landlord-has-to-get-my-spiders story. A disclaimer, this spider was GIGANTIC! It would have happened to any of you.

One Saturday I was hanging out at home while Ashley was at work. I can't remember what I was doing but I came out of our bedroom and noticed a spider on the ceiling in the living room. This spider was big, black, and icky. It was large, and the worst part, it was a teleporting spider. You know how some spiders will crawl along a wall or whatever and you can see them actually crawling? Not this guy. It was a jerky-moving spider. You can't see its legs moving, it just twists and jumps and magically gets from one spot to another. I imagine it making little chk-chk-chk noises as it twists and teleports. I KNOW you've seen this kind. They are infinitely worse than the crawling kind because there's no telling how far they can teleport. It could have been doing its jerky thing all small to lure me into complacency before teleporting onto my jugular and killing me.I was trapped. Our apartment has one exit, the front door, and the spider had me pinned in the bedroom chk-chk-chk-ing between me and salvation.

Let me explain that I'm not as scared of spiders as I was before my mission. If this had happened before the mish I wouldn't have been able to even look at it. I blame my dad for this irrational fear because he used to chase me with squished spiders in Kleenex when I was little(but it's cool, dad). Anyway, I was trapped. How could I either kill this thing without getting too close to it, or escape? Luckily it decided to chk-chk its way towards the window which gave me just enough space to inch along the opposite wall towards freedom.

I made it to the kitchen and started looking for something to kill it or capture it. In order to kill it I would need something to drown it or vacuum it up from a distance. I wasn't about the squish the thing and cover the ceiling in poisonous spider guts so it could drip into my eyes. This was a BIG spider. There was nothing. So I got a Tupperware and resolved to get in there somehow and throw the Tupperware over a fence. I stared at the thing from about twenty feet, chk-chk-ing away and started in. I got two steps closer and got the heebie jeebies so bad I had to go back to the kitchen. I needed a bigger Tupperware.

I got one you could put a loaf of bread into and looked at the spider from the edge of the kitchen. "I can do this, I can do this, I can do this", I thought. I got two steps in and freaked out again. I couldn't do it! It was just too gross. I put the Tupperware away in shame and looked at my options. Ashley was working. I couldn't call her to save me. I couldn't leave the house because the spider would get somewhere, like in my pillowcase and I would never know. But I couldn't stay in the house cos it was so gross. I had no choice but to swallow all my pride and beg my senior citizen landlords to come and save me.

I humbly knocked on their door and told them my shameful story making them promise not to tell Ashley. Bruce said sure and got his shoes. Ramona, his wife, said "I have to see this spider" and followed. They got upstairs and the spider had teleported to the far wall. This was a move of over twenty feet in about a minute while I was gone. I felt justified in my fear of it teleporting onto my neck and killing me. Bruce just looked at it and asked me for a paper cup. I was like, are you sure you wouldn't want something larger? I have a large Tupperware. "No, a paper cup is fine". I was like, okay, we have those. I started into the room and my heart sank. I would have to pass the spider again. "I can do this, I can do this". I couldn't do it. I got the heebie jeebies so bad I went all the way back to the front door. Ramona, RAMONA, had to go get a paper cup for me to give to her husband. I was so embarrassed.

Armed with his paper cup and a paper towel Bruce captured it (not killed. I couldn't believe it) and started talking to me like nothing happened. Like he didn't have a killing machine that sucks other living things dry while they're still alive in a paper cup closed only by a crumpled paper towel.

That's it. I was saved. Don't think less of me.

This is it

I was riding home on my scooter the other day thinking about how today, is my first day of nursing school. and it hit me--this is it.
This is really it.
I'm going to nursing school! 5 years of work have finally paid off and I'm here. Then my heart starts beating in my chest and a lump comes to my throat when I realize that I'm only 4 semesters away from realizing a dream.

It's been fun to be watching the Olympics these last couple of weeks leading up to the start of school. We all find it inspiring and compelling because these are normal people realizing their dreams. So here I go, on my own Olympic journey. A year and a half from now I'll stand on my own podium and get my diploma and that will be my gold. And someday I'll walk into a room and say "Hi. I'm Ashley, and I'll be your nurse today." and know that that patient has no idea what those words mean to me.

Channeling Tom Hanks

UPDATE: I've read too many spoilers and heard too much about this book to even try to be objective. I here-by give up. I'm not reading it, at least not right now. I promise to avoid any and all discussions about this book. I also promise not to think less of you if you liked it. Cuz I really don't know since I haven't read it.

This is how I am reading this:

I just can't handle it. I can't.
Stephanie! What have you done? Why do you suck so bad? After reading the host I was so ready to recommend you. But I just don't think I can do it. I think it will be a long long time until I read another Stephanie Meyer book. I'm not even close to finished reading this one and it's killing me. But I hate people who bash things they haven't even experienced. So I'll keep trudging along so I can bash it appropriately.

Ryan's Birthday Weekend

Even though Ryan's birthday was on Saturday, he had a whole weekend of Birthday celebrations.

It started with Friday, when I surprised him with tickets to Brian Regan. I've never really been able to surprise Ryan very much with things like that cuz he always finds out and I'm a terrible liar. He knew we were going to something ("did you get me Police tickets?!" "No, Ryan, for the last time--the Police have already been here. That show already happened.") I wouldn't tell him where it was, cuz then he could just look it up. I told him only when we were actually headed to Thanksgiving Point. He had no idea until we pulled into the parking lot and there were signs for where to park for Brian Regan. Ryan seemed pretty happy after finding out. See?



Brian Regan was hilarious! and I think we had a really good time. We even saw Mary and Vince there, I had no idea they had tickets.



On Saturday, Ryan's work was having a Customer Appreciation Day. Ry only had to work half a day since it was his birthday. How nice! We went to our ward's Pinewood derby, but neither of our cars won. Ryan's car never even made it to the finish line on any of his races. I won my first heat! I never won any of the following rounds though. Our cars turned out really neat, and there were a bunch of really awesome ones.





After the Derby, we went to Bucca De Beppo with Mary, Vince, Laura, and Jordan. It was very tasty and very fun. We even got birthday Gelato!

On Sunday, when we went to my parent's house, we had even more birthday fun. We had dinner outside on the patio, and then had ice cream cake. Ryan got new camp chairs from my parents for his birthday. They have foot rests and are SO comfortable! Can't wait to use them.

Over all, I think it was a really good birthday. Especially since it lasted for three days! Happy Birthday again, Ry!

oh, and thanks to everyone who said "ew" or "ew ew ew ew ew ew ew" on Ryan's birthday post. Did you even read the other stuff? Did you even get the gist of the rest of it? sheesh.

Kevin's Hump Day

Ryan's brother Kevin just recently reached his halfway mark on his mission in Minnesota. Everyone in the fam was asked to send a happy hump day picture. This one was ours:
Ryan found the picture, and I stuck our heads on. I know nothing about photoshop, so it took me a really (really) long time.

We are so proud of you Kevin! You're working so hard and doing so well. Keep it up! only one more year. Yay Elder Green!

Happy Birthday Ryan!

Today 27 years ago, Ryan Green was born. Boy am I glad! I can't imagine life without him now. (Hey Ry, do you remember that time when I said that I was glad you're not abusive and then you said that you're just biding your time until I can't imagine life without you and then you'll start the abuse?) Here's a few things I have learned about the man who is 27 today:

1. He's very sarcastic. But unlike most people, he is always kidding. He never means it as a half truth.

2. He's smart and it shows in his wittiness. Sometimes I hate how witty he is, cuz I just don't want to think he's funny right now.

3. He's always calm. Which is a good balance to my... not. calm. ness.

4. He's so deathly afraid of spiders, he has to get the landlords downstairs to come take care of them when I'm not around. (that's a good story--you should all post comments to tell Ryan to blog about it.)

5. He's not a handy man, but he'll figure out how to fix it eventually.

6. He takes forever to wash dishes and fold laundry. I really do try not to complain cuz hey-- he's folding laundry and washing dishes!

7. He loves his scooter.

8. He has a shy bladder. He's not too embarrassed to tell you about it, but he is too embarrassed to do it in front of you.

9. He avoids very busy public restrooms like the plague. (see #8)

10. He eats his vegetables. like a spoonful.

11. He's good in bed. (hey, I'm not going into details here, so don't freak out cuz I mentioned the unmentionable. It's just that it's worth mentioning.)

12. Although he likes to pretend that he hates being asked to do things for the church, his heart is always in it, and he always serves the best he can.

13. He's a good man. (I think that sentence says it all.)


I'll always love you Ryan, and I hope you have a fantastic birthday. You're all I could ever ask for and even more.

Shout out

My dearest friend Mary has entered a photography contest and is a finalist. She needs votes to win, and if she does-she gets $500 for a new camera! Which would be really good for her cuz she does all of her photography (like my previously posted about photosession) with a little point and shoot digital camera. Mary is also having a giveaway of her own if you vote for her picture to help her win. So give a deserving girl a chance and vote for her!
The details of how to vote are all on Mary's blog.

Thanks!

oh, and here's the picture she entered and is a finalist for:

Posted with permission from Mary Elizabeth

Edward saves me from body snatching aliens and I run around naked

Don't worry, it's a dream.

It's really abnormal for me to remember my dreams, so when I do I want to record them.

Last night I dreamed Edward from the twilight series was trying to keep me safe from body snatching aliens like in Meyer's other novel The Host. Only these aliens were not peaceful. In fact they were so scary that I remember trying to change the dream by thinking about something else. I just remember hiding and running and Edward there the whole time trying to help. But I kept thinking, oh this book is so stupid get away from me Edward. And I remember that Edward looked more like Severus Snape does in my head when I read Harry Potter, only a little more chiseled.

Then the dream changed and my whole family-like extended family- was gathered someplace to rally against the aliens and the people who were inhabited by them. But we got attacked when we weren't ready. So we all got split up and I remember escaping with Jordan Morrow (who was suddenly there) down a street and hiding in the bushes with him. Every time I tried to run I couldn't run fast, like my legs were putty. But somehow I got away, and ended up separated from Jordan and everyone. I'm running down this suburban street and hiding and I'm in total terror from these people who are coming to get me. When I'm all the sudden naked and I go into this house where no one is home and hide under the bed skirt of a bed. The alien people came in and searched the house but didn't find me. Then I fell asleep there all naked wondering what happened to everyone else.

Later all of my girlfriends come in and we were all sitting around a circle like we were at a baby shower or something. Mary, Stacia, Lisa, and Kristen were there-babies included. and yes, I was still naked, but no one cared. They told me that Ryan was killed in the attack and so were all of their husbands. I was so upset and I remember sitting down on a rolled up towel on a chair naked and crying, but saying, "well I guess I'm not alone since all you guys' husbands are dead too." Then Stacia gave me some clothes to put on. Everyone was so happy and smiling and chatting like we were really at a baby shower. Like as if we were just totally fine with the fact that our husbands were dead and we're chillin' in this unknown person's house like it's no problem.

I woke up shortly after that and snuggled with my not-dead husband.

So weird.

My newest favorite medical words

1. Obtunded

2. Stridor

3. Caspofungin (cass-poah-fun-jin)

I like to say #1 and #3 a lot of times. They're a lot of fun. (just try it--you know you're curious to see what it feels like on your toungue. especially #3)

#2 is just a fun spelling. I think I'll name my kid Stridor. ("Stridor? that's an interesting name? What does it mean?" "It means a high-pitched harsh sound occuring during inspiration that may be a sign of a life-threatening obstruction." "oh...uh... how nice." I was thinking of that guy from Lord of the Rings.)

#1 means having diminished arousal and awareness
#3 is an anti yeast/fungal drug

Definitions courtesy of Taber's Medical Dictionary on my PDA

You know you do it too

So while out blogstalking today, I read this rather hilariously relatable post on some random person's blog. she's very funny, in this post anyway. I sampled some of her others and I don't think I'll become a regular reader. but this one is good:

http://www.here-in-idaho.com/2008/08/01/narrative-of-a-not-quite-triathloner/

I giggled out loud and the tech at work asked me what I was laughing at.
So I shamefully admitted to blogstalking.
She just rolled her eyes and walked away.

She doesn't understand cuz she doesn't have a blog and can't be brought joy by other random bloggers.

Do you blogstalk?

Calorie Envy

I learned last night that Michael Phelps eats 8,000 to 10,000 calories a day

and looks like this:

Apparently I need to start swimming 5 hours a day.

So done not sleeping

Hooray! Today marks the last night shift I will ever have to work! ...well, okay, I am going to be a nurse so I'll add ever have to work until after nursing school.

I worked last night, then today was our scheduling meeting for the new school semester. I have no night shifts!!! yay! Although, it's not a perfect trade off. I work every other Saturday and Sunday. I really wanted to try for every Saturday (which would still really suck, but with school and clinical 5 days a week, what can you do?) But no one that worked Saturdays was giving up their shifts. I'll work nights and weekends and holidays for the rest of my career anyway. So I figure that when God said sure, nursing would be good for you; He realized that as much as I'd try not to, sometimes I'd have to work Sunday. Luckily I team teach already anyway, so I'll probably stick to my same calling.

Last Sunday I sub'ed in the 7 year olds where I used to teach before the sunbeams, and it was SO fun! I really miss those guys. I mean the sunbeams are fun cuz you just play all the time. But the seven year olds are much more receptive and I feel like I'm actually teaching them something. I know that I'm helping the sunbeams too though. I'm just helping start their education in all things gospel, and someday when they hear it again they'll be like--hm... I remember that some how.

School is getting closer every day, but I think I'm doing good. The nurses I work with are really nice and make me feel better about it. I've had lots of them tell me their confident I'll do fine from their experience with me. But thanks for everyone else who's giving me the confidence to think that yes, I can do this.

Cat Fight

This morning at 4 a.m. I woke up from another bizzare dream where Ryan was conjuring smokey floating heads out of fire and asking the Dominican Republic gods for protection and to help me with my headache. Then he also gave me a priesthood blessing just to "cover all the bases". Seriously, my dreams are psycho. (I really went to bed with a bad headache last night too! Weird how some things carry over into your dreams.)

While I was laying there I heard some cats fighting outside somewhere close. I thought to myself, oh that's not Afro, he's inside. But then I remembered that I went to bed early and I didn't know if Afro was inside. I heard another fight break out and decided to go investigate. I went out on our porch and called for Afro. I heard yet another fight breakout right below in the bushes so I went out into the backyard--in my underwear--to break it up. When I got close I called for Afro and he came slinking out of the bushes all scared and scruffy looking. So I picked him up and carried him inside. He seemed happy to be safe. And he had no injuries when I checked him, so he must have just been having a lovers spat with his boyfriend Boo from next door.

Stupid cats.

So I went back to Ryan hogging the bed and had a dream that my neighbors all saw me in the backyard in my undies.

Death by Textbook

That's all of them but two.
Including the two I don't have yet it'll be 14 books.

I know what you're thinking: "Man I'm glad I'm not you."

Know what I'm thinking?

I'm thinking, "how the *expletive* am I going to get all that *expletive* information into my *expletive* brain? and when I'm done reading all that *expletive*, they're gonna give me 2-6 human beings to care for and say-'have at it'? what the *expletive*!?"

and then I have a fantasy about becoming Hermione Granger and reading them all before school starts so I can quote it to my professor and say "...I read that in Diseases and Disorders: a Nursing Therapeutic Manual"

Then I crack one open and immediately remember that I'm a little more like Harry than Hermione and put it down and go play Quidditch on my Buddy 150.

Then I think, "I bet I can stack all those books on my chest and asphyxiate myself. Then I can say that yes, those textbooks killed me."

Winner!

Joshua won! I totally voted for him! hooray! I thought for sure it would be Twitch.

I loved Joshua cuz he was a hip hop dancer that could do so well on everything else. I especially loved when he did ballroom. He was so strong and could jump like 6 feet in the air. Even though I was rooting for him on my couch, I never voted until the final show. So at least I helped him win-win. Thanks to everyone who didn't watch it two days later and really voted the rest of the time.

Yay Josh!

Lava Hot Springs 8/3-8/5

We took our annual trip to Lava Hot Springs, ID with the McAllisters this last week. It was fun like usual. Lots of swimming and never getting out of your swim suit. Ryan's favorite part (and admittedly mine as well) was tubing down the Portnuef river. We rented tubes and floated the river over and over till we couldn't move our arms anymore. So fun! I'll have to get the pictures my mom took of all of us floating down.

Ryan, Jordan, Laura, and I went to the driving range of a near by golf course. It was mine and Laura's first time doing anything with a golf ball except minature golf. We had a lot of fun, but I really suck. Ryan was definitely the best. He could get like 170 yards consistently. I think 90 was my farthest hit.




We'll have to remember the driving range for next year too.

My celebrity look alike

I've been told I look like Kate Hudsen a lot of times before. I've been told Drew Barrymore too. I've never thought of Ashley Judd though. Looks like people are kind of right. Although, I've been trying to do one of Ryan, and depending on the picture, they pick different celebrities. I tried another photo of me too, and got different celebrities. So who really knows for sure? This is who I think is Ryan's celebrity look a like.

Don't believe it? Go watch transformers.
Josh Duhammel is not included in Ryan's look alikes though

"Strange as it seems, there's been a run of crazy dreams..."

I have been having the most bizzare dreams the last couple of nights. And what may be crazier is that I remember them. It started with that dream about school.
Then I had a dream where I was killed by the Joker from batman (the Heath Ledger one) multiple times. Like I was shot and then the dream would recycle and I'd start doing something and then get killed some other way. It wasn't like the Joker was after me, I was always just a bystander that got killed during his evil plot. I was in a blown up building, shot with a hand gun and a shotgun, fell off a building, I once even commited suicide before he could kill me by making an elevator thingy drop like 100 stories with me in it. It was so wierd.
Then last night I had a dream that I was randomly rooming with a guy I work with. It was in my parent's basement in their laundry room, but that's not where it was in my dream. Then he professed his undying love for me and didn't care that I was married. He's also just about to get his mission call (in real life) so in my dream he wasn't going to go cuz he was so in love with me. So his mom started hating me- I work with her too- so everyone at work started hating me. and I was like--uh, it's not my fault! I'm freaking married here. I'm not preying on 19 year old boys just cuz I happen to sleep in the bed next to his in a cellar. It was just so bizzare.

The only interpretation I have of these dreams is that in all of them I should be totally freaking out, or getting stressed but I don't. I just suppress my terror/anger/whatever. I think it's cuz inside I'm totally freaking out(!!!!!!!!!) about school, but I keep it suppressed cuz I just don't want to think about it. And it's not time to be stressed--I have to keep that until three weeks (three weeks!!!!!!!!) from now when I'm actually in school. Honestly, if you ever see me staring out into space I'm probably doing this on the the inside: "AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH!!!!"

Dearden-Cole Family Reunion 8/2/08

On the way to the reunion on Friday, Ry and I stopped at Arbies and I got this really neat curly fry:

I'm wearing my neat new hat I got here:

(Charlotte Russe) with Loufa where we took this picture:

When we got there, Ry and I played Slap Jack until the campsite next to ours was putting their grandkids to bed and we thought they might get mad from all my frantic screaming and slapping. Ryan also took a series of rather attractive self portraits. This being my favorite:

The next day, lots more family members came up and we swam in East Canyon Reservoir:

Unfortunately, there was a mix up with our paviolion reservations so we all transferred to the exotic city of Morgan, Ut to their city park where we played Koob:

and sat in a big circle

and chatted and ate food and had a raffle where Ry and I got Rootbeer and popcorn, and an outdoor thermometer. I know, we are so lucky. It was a lot of fun, and nice to see my relatives that I haven't seen in quite a while.

It's starting already

Last night I had a dream that I was coming back from a break from school and I couldn't remember my schedule. I could remember only 4 of my classes, but no idea what order they went in, or what the other 4 were. It was like during highschool when we had 8 classes with 4 a day. But it was college. I was also way behind in my work. I hadn't been studying and didn't do any of the projects and I was late to class and had already missed two classes but I couldn't remember which classes they were since I couldn't remember my schedule.

I woke up and remembered what reality was and I was so relieved. But I feel like this is only the beginning of my school-based nightmares. Nursing school starts in three weeks! AH!

Love my scooter

Trip to the grocery store to get a few last things before the reunion/camp out tonight: check.


5 boxes of cereal
1 box of crackers
2 bags of chips
1 can of soup
1 bag of cookies--all on one little 150 cc scoot.

I know, it totally rocks.