Allow me to introduce you to - Mukeshimana Claudine! Beth and I are sponsoring her through compassion international. Don't you just want to hold her hand and hear her little voice, dang.. she's awesome.. She's in kindergarten right now, and she has two siblings. She lives in Rwanda. I am excited to go see her someday - that would be amazing.
I am going to a new church on Sunday. It's in my new town Tarpon Springs. They are having a bunch of mission trips to Africa coming up in the next year - some of them with medicine as their main focus. I have been struggling to find a church that doesn't make me want to cry when I get home for all the waste that is happening in God's name. I hope that I've found it.
Pray for my little girl!

Fred Thompson 2008

Why?? His stance on global warming.

“Some people think that our planet is suffering from a fever. … NASA says the Martian South Pole’s ‘ice cap’ has been shrinking for three summers in a row. Maybe Mars got its fever from earth. If so, I guess Jupiter’s caught the same cold, because it’s warming up too, like Pluto. This has led some people, not necessarily scientists, to wonder if Mars and Jupiter, nonsignatories to the Kyoto Treaty, are actually inhabited by alien SUV-driving industrialists who run their airconditioning at 60 degrees and refuse to recycle." March 22, ABC Radio

He has taken my love for aliens, and my love for sarcasm and beautifully intertwined the two in an everlasting love affair... my hero...

Did you see the church in Texas that cancelled some poor guy's memorial service because he was gay? They paid for it to be somewhere else, fed everyone, (which I am guessing they did just so that it wouldn't make the news like it did) and made themselves look like assholes to prove a point. The point is - they're assholes.

Sometimes.. I am a dork, I thought I would tell you about one of those times... it also happens to be one of soebs' favorites..

One day I happened to be very excited and nervous about going to orientation for the hospital that I am currently working for. I was worried that there were going to be people there that knew so much more than I did, as I was not yet a nurse and didn't know who all would be there. The morning kicked off with some guest speakers and very serious and somber threats to never.. never use any kind of abbreviations, because every single person that has ever died in the history of the world can be traced to someone misinterpreting an abbreviation for "twice a day" as kill them now, please overdose them on every possible medication you have and then forget to check on them until it is too late!

We then had a very funny guest speaker come up and start telling his stories about being an intensive care nurse and how stressful it was and how funny things would happen that only other health care people could appreciate such as overflowing urinals and demented patients, and he finishes up his story with yet another warning about using abbreviations. Being the funny guy that he was we were all laughing along and shouting out different incidences that had occurred different places and having a great time.

He ends the lecture by saying this, ".. now a doctor came to our floor and wrote this on a patient's chart SOB - now on my floor what does this mean? It means shortness of breath on my floor, but what was the doctor trying to say about the patient?"

Me - totally loving this funny comedian/lecture guy for finally bringing up something I can understand gleefully yell out, "Son of a bitch!!"

I right away know that this may have not been the answer he was looking for as every head turned to look at me and he got really quiet put his hands down and quietly said.. "no... no, not really what I was looking for.. he meant string of bags..."

I just sat there with a sad sad smile on my face as he went on to probably explain how some son of a bitch let the patient die by giving the patient oxygen instead of IV fluids.. but I could hear nothing over the roaring shame in my ears... (tear*)

And..... THE END!!

There are currently about 100 of these little blue fluffballs hanging out in my yard right now. For some reason they also keep slamming their bodies into my windows.. and it's not like they're all that clean. I keep trying to take pictures of them, but they are too jumpy.

Today I am going to take my second End of Program test for the nursing program. I already took it once - but I guess someone had a copy of the test or something so when I thought I did really well, I guess everyone did that well.. sigh...

My experience in the Emergency Department is going really well. I am always surprised by how much people lack in education for simple problems like the flu, or their babies (yes, they won't eat if they can't breathe through their nose, just get the boogs out) - people come into the ER for everything! Then they get upset when they have to wait because the staff is having to do something silly like chest compressions or helping someone who is actively miscarrying their baby. The nurse that I'm working with is really smart, and has a lot of great information and tips for me all of the time, so I am very thankful for that. She was also a medical examiner back in the day so when we have someone die - she goes over the body with me and shows me all kinds of cool stuff that I didn't know about before, like how to tell if trauma has occurred before or after the person had died, and where the trauma came from to break a bone in a certain way. I'm learning a lot and am really enjoying my experience.

My family is coming soon! Just a couple more weeks before my little house will be busting at the seams! It should be a great time, I'm going to try to get some fishing time in with my dad - so that will be great.

Off to take my test!

So.. I got the management position that I wanted.. not that I am going to be in management, it just is what we call our internship time during school. I get to be in the emergency department which is exactly where I wanted to be!

Every time I get really discouraged by the way my school is going, or the crazy politics of working in a hospital, God keeps giving me reasons to keep a smile on my face and to keep going.

This is the first semester when I am not going to get an A - and I'm okay with that! Since I've quit caring, I've slept almost every night for at least 5 hours, which is pretty awesome for me, and I have found myself having fun during clinicals and really doing great on everything the way I should be!

I really wanted to be one of the 3 (now 2) people that got A's all the way through, but I don't deserve it, so getting one B is alright. Those other fools study like it's their job, and they SHOULD get better grades than me! :) I don't have the discipline to study for more than a couple hours (give or take a couple) a week, so I feel good just getting my B.

Never thought I would have that much to say about my GPA... times have definitely changed!

In other worthless news:

I was talking with my manager who was giving me a hard time about having a nose ring today - and she was talking to me about her rebellious teenager - when are middle aged women going to learn that their kids just aren't going to listen until it is almost too late?! I've said it before, and I'll say it again, if my kids don't get into a healthy amount of trouble, I'm sending them to bootcamp. Those are the sneaky kids doing pills in the bathroom or shooting up heroin in between their toes! Those are the ones that become anorexic because they have to be able to control just one more thing in their lives! Those are the ones that will murder you in your sleep!

Speaking of trouble, 21 tons of cocaine was recovered from a ship coming into Florida! 21 TONS!!! That's worth 300 million dollars! Plus there was stacks and stacks and stacks of money! They showed pictures on the news, and I now want to see after photos - I want to see how much of that money is left! Or how much of the cocaine! And what do they do with all the coke? I am totally ok with people that catch criminals taking all the money and loot that they had. I bet a bunch more people would want to be cops - and a bunch more of the rich ass punks would get caught.

Also - I want a BUG - a pug/boston terrier mix puppy.

The End

Osa getting his hair done... Lookin' good.... Even punk rock dogs need time with their blankies...