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| i think i want to move back, too.
we hate blogspot!!
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http://stephfivetwelve.blogspot.com/
I'm sorry xanga. you will be in my heart forever.
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| yay christmas! around thanksgiving, i was crushed. i learned how to check my schedule online to discover i had been given a grand total of 2 days off for christmas. (2 days in a row. not 2 days plus the weekend.) i MAY have started crying when i saw it. fortunately with some encouragment, i gained the confidence to ask our charge nurse for more time off to fly out to denver to be with the rest of my family. she was impressively happy to give me the extra time off. so i got a whopping 4 days' holiday! i flew out this tuesday morning (ooooooohmygosh. getting up at 3 is -very- early.) and flew back last night. and now... i am at work. i like weekends here at the hospital. i've cleaned. a lot. i went through all of out charts and made sure there were physician order sheets and progress notes in all of them. i updated all of the labels in our label book. i filed papers. i've admitted someone. and i've STILL had time to research all of the ADA (American dietetic association) approved schools in the US. it gives me great hope that i will find a program (although NOT much hope that i will find a simple grad program.) but it's okay. i will remain determined... that means i will keep going until i have an answer or solution in hand. i've felt really stuck... and i still do. i'm still unsure about money and about location and all of that. but i am feeling much more sure that God has something good... that there is purpose in it all. and purpose is what keeps us going. | | |
| today at work i walked into a room to take one of our patients some ice. he looked at me and asked, "can i ask you somethin? how -tall- are you?" i jokingly responded that i am 5 feet 12 inches... which he quickly laughed at, and i continued that no, i am 6 feet tall. he said "well.. you're real pretty for a big girl!" (unfortunately, he did NOT mean a big girl of the grown up variety...) he then looked a bit confused for a second and said "wait... i don't think that came out the right way. i mean... you're proportional." i just laughed and said thank you.
i wish i could say he's the craziest we have right now.. but OH my. we have some crazies!!
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| on being a big girl
books packed away in boxes
the "big girl" bookshelf
is packed away, too.
now, in its place, a small
shelf... one that does
NO JUSTICE
to the size of my childhood
memories.
it's like how when you revisit
the elementary school from
your past only to discover
narrow halls
and low chalkboards
and tiny desks and chairs.
they say these memories must go--
that i must now shrink
them down to the size of my
new bookshelf to prepare
room for
REAL LIFE
& BIG GIRL STUFF.
leave your sadie rose books behind.
abandon dear felicity and that
picture of you on your first day
of school.
divorce them all for a job with
a salary & a bigger chapter to your life.
(PS... i don't want to grow up.)
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