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Wednesday, February 27, 2013
I'm baaaaack
Phew! That took forever! I literally just spent the last 4 hours working on this blog so you better be appreciative. *squinty look*
I realized the last few days there were things I wanted blog about (mainly the Oscars) but didn't feel was appropriate on my travel blog. So I went back through my old scrapped blogs, chose the one with the coolest name, and imported all the old posts. It wouldn't have taken so long except that I then had to read -- ok, skim -- all the entries to make sure they were still suitable for my audience. "Audience" meaning, no-longer-just-my-mom-and-Sar........and-people-who-randomly-google-me. I'll admit I edited out the names of people a couple places and removed one entry entirely, but for the most part everything is intact...despite it's ability to embarrass me.
Why would I leave such blackmail out there for everyone to read? Because it's me. It's who I was and how I became who I am. If you go back far enough you enter the first days of nursing when I loooooooved it and was overjoyed at little things like getting an IV on a six-weeker and terrified at the thought of having to put a line in a six-weeker who was DEHYDRATED!!! (Oh no! Heavens to betsy is that even possible?!?!?!?! What do you mean you need me to access a kid with no pulse??? How do I know when it's in the right spot with no flash? AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!)
Go back a bit farther and you encounter incredibly-and-irrationally-angry me. I hate everything in the world: churches, politicians, people in my school, people online, people I make up in my head...ok it sounds kind of like me today, but trust me, I have things way more under control now.
Even further and you get the version of me that was always using different size fonts and multiple colors to make my points. Really bad clipart. Posts without spell check. Pictures that bleed over the margins of the post. Because I figured no one would ever read them (and because I didn't know how to correct the sizing issue, shhh)
Reading most of it gave me a headache and/or embarrassed me. But then there was this little gem from 2009:
I realized the last few days there were things I wanted blog about (mainly the Oscars) but didn't feel was appropriate on my travel blog. So I went back through my old scrapped blogs, chose the one with the coolest name, and imported all the old posts. It wouldn't have taken so long except that I then had to read -- ok, skim -- all the entries to make sure they were still suitable for my audience. "Audience" meaning, no-longer-just-my-mom-and-Sar........and-people-who-randomly-google-me. I'll admit I edited out the names of people a couple places and removed one entry entirely, but for the most part everything is intact...despite it's ability to embarrass me.
Why would I leave such blackmail out there for everyone to read? Because it's me. It's who I was and how I became who I am. If you go back far enough you enter the first days of nursing when I loooooooved it and was overjoyed at little things like getting an IV on a six-weeker and terrified at the thought of having to put a line in a six-weeker who was DEHYDRATED!!! (Oh no! Heavens to betsy is that even possible?!?!?!?! What do you mean you need me to access a kid with no pulse??? How do I know when it's in the right spot with no flash? AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH!!!!!)
Go back a bit farther and you encounter incredibly-and-irrationally-angry me. I hate everything in the world: churches, politicians, people in my school, people online, people I make up in my head...ok it sounds kind of like me today, but trust me, I have things way more under control now.
Even further and you get the version of me that was always using different size fonts and multiple colors to make my points. Really bad clipart. Posts without spell check. Pictures that bleed over the margins of the post. Because I figured no one would ever read them (and because I didn't know how to correct the sizing issue, shhh)
Reading most of it gave me a headache and/or embarrassed me. But then there was this little gem from 2009:
"I will rip out your eyes and feed them to a goose if you accuse me of that"Where did I come up with this stuff? Weirdo. That's the throughline, though: I am bat shit crazy most of the time. And now I can share all of my bat shit craziness with all of you again!
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