Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Why are farts so funny? nasty as they can be, they are funny. Who floated an air biscuit? Dropped a bomb? Pooted? Oh no the covered the worst. Dutch oven? Rofl...cracks me up just thinking about it.
I must say I giggle a little when people have audible one in public and they act all discrete like nothing happened. I mean know we all heard it. It's a normal function...who cares. LOL. I love the human body and all of the funny things that it does.
I must admit however, the SBD's (silent but deadly) one's are the worst! Why are they the worst ones? The stinksiest...ugh gag me!

8 more weeks!

Until Graduation! I can't believe it. I am so excited to almost be done.
I am still nervous however, that I still feel lost sometimes. I feel like there is so much more that I feel I should know how to do at this point. I am praying that it all comes together in my last semester! Woo hoo!

Tuesday, February 17, 2009

In a pickle...

So I can't even remember when I started doing it, but as long as I can remember I've always picked off the pickle of my hamburgers when I get fast good. I like pickles and really never tried them on my burger. So this weekend, I did. Its not half bad. I actually did it more out of necessity than wanting to try it. Darn it for driving in the car and only having one hand free! I was pleased with the outcome, however. I might even eat them on there all of the time now...who knows.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Ruling your practice with Faith

I spent a few hours in the PICU (pediatric intensive care unit) and was profoundly struck by the whole experience. I asked the nurse, how do you just not go home everyday and cry? She said, she rules her nursing practice by faith. It got me thinking, what rules my practice?
It's deep. I am not sure what will rule my practice in the future. How can give hope to someone when, there seems to be none? I didn't really believe the phrase, "everything happens for a reason", until late last summer and I really truly do believe that...but its so hard to explain it to someone else. I am sure people with Faith do have an easier time dealing with the tradgedies of life, how can you say everything happens for a reason to a mother who is losing a child? I wish I had faith. I do believe in something bigger, larger than me, but I just don't know what that is yet, I need to find out. I need something stronger than the faith in Modern medicine to get me there.
I have faith that I can be strong, keep it together and make a difference in someone else's life. I think it is a good place to start.

The socially inept...

I swear it seems like I always seem to find them or is it do they find me...?
Last night I went with my boyfriend to go see Lord of the Dance. I loved the show...except for the 3 ladies behind me. They yapped for nearly the whole performance. What gives? This is the 2nd time I have been to see Lord of Dance and the 2nd time I been near some yappers. Joe shh'ed them and one of them got her panties all in a bunch. I mean people throw all etiquette or common courtesy out the window when they go out in public. When a show starts...I'd expect a little chatter, becuase it is exciting and what not...but seriously, if you want to go out to talk go out for coffee or dinner. Don't ruin someone else's experience. Plus the tickets were $50 a pop, so I'd rather enjoy the show and not have it ruined by someone who doesn't get out much and forgot how to behave in public.
I love that Joe, like me has a short fuse with people like this too. It saves me from looking like jerk by having to confront someone, he gladly does it.
Secondly, I really don't understand why when people are walking in an orderly fashion to either get to their seats or to leave the premises, why other's prefer to come to a complete stop and clog up traffic, so they can check out the overpriced T-shirts that are way off to the side or to dead stop becuase they want to see what the concession stand has to offer. You can see it coming...weave your way through traffic and go to where you want to be, its not rocket science. The closer you get to it, the better you will be able to see and then you won't stop traffic.
At the venue last night, Joe was kind of hungry and got a snack of chicken fingers and fries. They serve it up in a big basket thingy and send you off to the side to get the condiments after you pay. Well not only were we behind the traffic stoppers, but they beat us to the condiments. Seriously, there is a line, people are hungry...don't get your condiments and just stand there are dip your fries. There is a line, it isn't a snack bar. Move on, be courteous of other people...don't people learn that when they are growing up? Ah, people never cease to amaze me sometimes. Where is Dear Abby now...I need to write her a letter.

Wednesday, February 4, 2009

Chocoholics...are in trouble

My aunt sent this to me in an email today. I can't wait to try it!

This is so bad!

4 tablespoons flour
4 tablespoons sugar
2 tablespoons cocoa
1 egg
3 tablespoons milk
3 tablespoons oil
3 tablespoons chocolate chips (optional)
A small splash of vanilla extract
1 large coffee mug

Add dry ingredients to mug, and mix well. Add the egg and mix thoroughly. Pour in the milk and oil and mix well.

Add chocolate chips (if using) and vanilla extract, and mix again.

Put your mug in the microwave and cook for 3 minutes at 1000 watts.

The cake will rise over the top of the mug, but don't be alarmed. Allow to cool a little, and tip out onto a plate if desired.
(This can serve 2 if you want to feel slightly more virtuous.)
And why is this the most dangerous cake recipe in the world? Because now we are all only 5 minutes away from chocolate cake at any time of the day or night.


I love how people think that they are invisible when they pick their nose in the car. I frequently find myself pulling up next to a car and someone is digging for gold. I mean really half knuckle. Gross. Just because you are driving in your car doesn't make you invisible. Everyone else can see what you are doing.
I do admit, that I do pick my nose. And yes... I have done it in my car...I am discreet. If someone is coming up beside me I pull my hand down. I am secret picker...oh crap. I guess my secret is out now!