Today I was asked by an elderly man when I was going to cut my hair. MLIA.
Luckily I'd already decided to grow it out for Locks of Love again, so I didn't sputter incoherently.
I have apparently inherited my father's ability to grocery shop for forever. Even with a list. Although, by the time I was done I was exhausted and just ready to go home.
I was sick of eating crap so I went on Real Age's You: On a Diet. I'm making turkey chili but since I've never used a crock pot before and have extremely limited knowledge of cooking meat, it looks a lot more like spaghetti sauce.
Oops.
I just hope it cooks correctly....especially since it's dinner for Sarah and Lindsay too!
16 days to the 5K!!
17 days till I officially start work at CCH!
Friday, July 31, 2009
Sunday, July 19, 2009
R-E-S-P-E-C-T
I read a Xanga today where a middle-aged person lamented the fact that younger people tend to think respect should be earned instead of freely given.
"Respect me and my almighty, though severely underinformed opinion!!!"
Second, I couldn't help but internally groan over the semantic issue. The following are a few of the proposed definitions of "respect" according to Google.
1. the condition of being honored
2. regard highly; think much of
3. a sense of the worth or excellence of, a person, a personal quality, ability, or a manifestation of a personal quality
That third one alone has multiple definitions within it. The worth of a person is a lot different from the excellence of a personal quality or ability.
I respect the fact that human beings are alive and afforded certain rights as such. The right to remain alive for one thing. I've cleaned up my share of poopy butts, I respect the human condition. That I give to you from the moment you are conceived.
I do not, however, consider you excellent in any form of the word until you show me that you indeed are excellent. Why should I assume you are smart, funny, discerning, or hardworking any more than I should assume you are stupid, dull, gullible or lazy? I assume, on first meeting, that there are things at which you are better than average and things at which you are rather poor.
If you do something honorable such as rally your previously unsafe community and prevent children from entering the local gangs, thus making your streets a safe place once again, I will respect that. I will determine that social action is something at which you are effective and will listen to what you have to say when you tell me there is a problem.
But if you do something stupid, for example you vote for an immoral person with little experience and even fewer realistic ideas for global solutions, then I am not going to respect that. I'm going to chalk politics up to one of the things that is just not your forte, and a thing that I would perhaps rather you avoid contributing to in the future.
Will I still wipe the poop off your behind when you are semi-conscious and writhing in pain on my emergency room bed? Yes. Because I respect your humanity. If you want more than that, do something deserving.
First I wondered what planet they were on because the young people I know like to throw around the word "respect" like a weapon.
"Respect me and my almighty, though severely underinformed opinion!!!"Second, I couldn't help but internally groan over the semantic issue. The following are a few of the proposed definitions of "respect" according to Google.
1. the condition of being honored
2. regard highly; think much of
3. a sense of the worth or excellence of, a person, a personal quality, ability, or a manifestation of a personal quality
That third one alone has multiple definitions within it. The worth of a person is a lot different from the excellence of a personal quality or ability.
I respect the fact that human beings are alive and afforded certain rights as such. The right to remain alive for one thing. I've cleaned up my share of poopy butts, I respect the human condition. That I give to you from the moment you are conceived.
I do not, however, consider you excellent in any form of the word until you show me that you indeed are excellent. Why should I assume you are smart, funny, discerning, or hardworking any more than I should assume you are stupid, dull, gullible or lazy? I assume, on first meeting, that there are things at which you are better than average and things at which you are rather poor.
If you do something honorable such as rally your previously unsafe community and prevent children from entering the local gangs, thus making your streets a safe place once again, I will respect that. I will determine that social action is something at which you are effective and will listen to what you have to say when you tell me there is a problem.
But if you do something stupid, for example you vote for an immoral person with little experience and even fewer realistic ideas for global solutions, then I am not going to respect that. I'm going to chalk politics up to one of the things that is just not your forte, and a thing that I would perhaps rather you avoid contributing to in the future.
Will I still wipe the poop off your behind when you are semi-conscious and writhing in pain on my emergency room bed? Yes. Because I respect your humanity. If you want more than that, do something deserving.
Saturday, July 18, 2009
Zebras? What the-?
There is a saying in medicine: "When you hear hoofbeats, think horses, not zebras."
That is to say, if a patient comes in with a cough they probably have a cold. Not cancer, not bird flu, not an alien ready to hatch in their throat.
But no one goes into medicine for the horses.
No one would enjoy House if he diagnosed his patients with colds and sent them on their way.
We want to hunt the zebra, gosh-darnit!
Zebras are the things that make life exciting. They're the things you didn't notice at first glance. The things that were always lurking under the surface, waiting to be discovered.
A zebra is the new girl at school with the potential to be an everlasting friend.
Zebra hunting is switching majors five times and then finding your future in an extra curricular activity.
You catch a zebra when you don't get into the school you want, just to get into a better one.
We're trained not to expect the zebras.
But they are out there.
That is to say, if a patient comes in with a cough they probably have a cold. Not cancer, not bird flu, not an alien ready to hatch in their throat.
But no one goes into medicine for the horses.
No one would enjoy House if he diagnosed his patients with colds and sent them on their way.
We want to hunt the zebra, gosh-darnit!
Zebras are the things that make life exciting. They're the things you didn't notice at first glance. The things that were always lurking under the surface, waiting to be discovered.
A zebra is the new girl at school with the potential to be an everlasting friend.
Zebra hunting is switching majors five times and then finding your future in an extra curricular activity.
You catch a zebra when you don't get into the school you want, just to get into a better one.
We're trained not to expect the zebras.
But they are out there.
Monday, July 13, 2009
July
I just realized how crazy and expensive this month is going to be.
I already went to Miami over the fourth which was fairly cheap for such a trip, but still cost money, and was.......a different kind of experience. *indignant rolling of eyes*
Grandmother arrives today for a two day visit.
I move next week which involves renting a trailer, paying for gas for two vehicles, buying a washer and dryer, first month's rent (while still paying for my apartment in Gainesville), painting/decorating, and restocking the kitchen.
I take NCLEX (YAY!!!!!!!!!) in two weeks, which has already been paid for (thank goodness) but is still massively stressful.
And hopefully I start working at some point, even if all I'm doing is filling out my tax information, at least I'm getting paid which will help recoup my losses.
Overall a very eventful month, though.
I already went to Miami over the fourth which was fairly cheap for such a trip, but still cost money, and was.......a different kind of experience. *indignant rolling of eyes*
Grandmother arrives today for a two day visit.
I move next week which involves renting a trailer, paying for gas for two vehicles, buying a washer and dryer, first month's rent (while still paying for my apartment in Gainesville), painting/decorating, and restocking the kitchen.
I take NCLEX (YAY!!!!!!!!!) in two weeks, which has already been paid for (thank goodness) but is still massively stressful.
And hopefully I start working at some point, even if all I'm doing is filling out my tax information, at least I'm getting paid which will help recoup my losses.
Overall a very eventful month, though.
Sunday, July 12, 2009
LOTR trailer discovery
Ok, so this is going to sound rather inconsequential, but I found the original teaser trailer for the entire LOTR trilogy. Yep, inconsequential. But I remember, as an 8th grader, arriving at the theatre to see Star Wars Episode 1 with my dad. We rarely ever went to the movie theatre back then but being avid Star Wars fans we actually went during opening weekend (and I saw it a whole day before Sarah D, which thrilled me to no end when I found out at school on Monday). I was so psyched because I couldn't believe that I would actually be able to tell my children that I saw Star Wars in the theatre; thrilled that my generation was getting it's own awesome trilogy (of course, this was before every single movie that did well at the box office turned into a trilogy).
And then, we were settled into those gloriously dirty chairs, our feet firmly glued to the floor by drying Coca-Cola....and the previews began. There it was. The fellowship calmly climbing over the top of a mountain on their journey, with the names of the three movies and their release dates. It overshadowed my entire Star Wars experience. I was only 13 and the thought of movies being planned to be released over 4 years later was astounding. I'm not even sure I realized that by the time the last one came to theatres I'd be in college.
It was overwhelmingly odd. And wonderful.
And I am weird.
And then, we were settled into those gloriously dirty chairs, our feet firmly glued to the floor by drying Coca-Cola....and the previews began. There it was. The fellowship calmly climbing over the top of a mountain on their journey, with the names of the three movies and their release dates. It overshadowed my entire Star Wars experience. I was only 13 and the thought of movies being planned to be released over 4 years later was astounding. I'm not even sure I realized that by the time the last one came to theatres I'd be in college.
It was overwhelmingly odd. And wonderful.
And I am weird.
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