Spider Talkin’

Whelp…today was a day off.  I spent a lot of it doing laundry.  I guess it just feels good to know there isn’t a big nasty pile of dirty laundry under your bed anymore.  (side note:  I put the dirty clothes under my bed because there literally is NO room for a hamper in my room.  I do, though, put my puked-on, blood-splattered scrubs in a hamper downstairs….but I don’t seem to have enough “umph” to bring the “normal” dirty stuff down there each day).

Ok…OK,  so our house (mostly the basement) has become somewhat INFESTED with spiders.  3 thus far in my closet…and these were BIG, NASTY, with Hairy bodies the size of my THUMB!!!
The source of the spiders has to be the basement…and I may get around to spraying…but I am still fiddling with the idea because who wants to put that on a to-do list?  I would seem like a boring, all-day ajama wearing (which I did today- except for when I went to the doctor- and when I got home IMMEDIATELY got back into my pajamas…it was just that kind of day.  A lingering headache…)

I have resolved that if another sick-nasty large one is in my room, I will cry, vomit and give in and SPRAY the basement.

Anyway- so there’s a giant spider which I saw in teh window sill last week, and has moved to near my scrubs hamper.  I saw him this morning and decided to take Tim up on what he said I should do…and I quote:

“Don’t get SCARED, GET ANGRY!  KILL THOSE MOTHERS!”  - –needless to say I was shocked and laughed WAY too hard.  He was kind of serious, and it’s now a cute memory :)

 

So I just got angry, I grabbed a shovel and tried to aim and hit him…but no such luck.  The bastard went underneath a couple of one of the girls’ desks.  I hit teh desk with the shovel and realized…NO GOOD. 

So I went back to laundry-ing…and shaking out my clothes one by one, hoping that if there was a spider still in them, they would drown in the wash.  (which they would, right?)

So I come down to do the dryer and peek…and WHAT DO YOU KNOW?  There he was, HUGE, and staring at me.  I decided to get PISSED (just for you, Tim) and started to talk smack to him.  YES.  I was TALKING SMACK TO A SPIDER.  Phrases like:

“You are sick and nasty and the size fo a small child!  I can hear you when you run away and YOU NEED TO DIE!!!!!”

I tried aiming with a practice swing with teh shovel but the little BUTT started running backwards again.  Is that normal???

At this point I said, “You know what?  We’ve been seeing eachother all too often.  You aren’t that bad.  I’m not afraid of you!  Maybe you’ll be my spider-friend.  I can handle that!  I quickly did my drying, and went back upstairs, continued watched Bridget Jones, and realized that if my new spider-friend ever made it in my room and somehow ended up crawling across my in the night…we would not be friends.  I shuttered with digust and decided to GET MAD again.  (Props, Tim, with the getting mad thing).  I mean this guys body is the size of my THUMB!!!!!! ew.

So, I finally coerced him into coming out a little farther, screamed, hit him with a cup, and have now trapped him downstairs.  I’ve convinced myself he is a brown recluse (sp?) and my landlord should spray.  But I’m too afraid that teh landlord will be like my other roommates who could care less because they do not encounter these “friends” in their closets crawling across the clothes they just pulled out to wear to church.

I need therapy.

Summer Days…

Today I get a little day off after …well we won’t mention this last weekend at work.

Right now is time to destress.  It’s been a while since I’ve blogged.   Some things I’ve learned since my last entry:

1) If you let your boyfriend borrow your computer, the mouse and keys get a little gunked up.  But I love Tim so much it’s more cute than annoying :)

2) For a little mini mind vacation at work, I like to watch the ice melt when I have to bring a patient ice water in a ptcher from the kitchen.  I picture it being myself in a nice cool stream while I’m hiking in the Gorge…and my stress melts away just like the ice on the top does…  I wish I could take a picture of this.  I thought about it yesterday at work and how creepy it would be to see your nurse walking around with a camera…

3) I should have a prescription to sit in the sunshine everyday.  It does wonders for my mood.

4) Men’s razors work a million times better than women’s.  I will never go back (unless I use the ones my mom buys at home, of course).  I have my sister to thank for this discovery.  Jenny, you rock.

5) I need to have something to look forward to- to focus my mind on other than nursing.  I am really considering going back into youth ministry.  Currently Tim and I are looking for a church in the Seattle-ish area that is smaller, that we can be a part of, and that is into building community within the body in order to reach out in the surrounding community…. so that’s my quest this summer….  and my prayer.  Any suggestions?  The one we are trying this coming Sunday is in Federal Way.  I know.  Far, far, away.  That is my concern as well, because I’m looking to build relationships and community with people who are a part of that body.  But it’s one of Tim’s favorite former pastor’s church…and we want to try it out.  I think it’s called Grace church.   I’ll letcha know.

6) I need female friends!  I am craving fellowship with women.  This summer has been rough with that.  I desire to have a core group of women to encouage and be encouraged by.  I miss the girls…and I feel like we’re so far away.

7)  I have a lot more gas lately.  And Tim is a faithful man.  (We’ll just leave it at that) :)

8)  I like it when my room is vacuumed.  I do it about 2 times a week.  Gosh it looks snazzy.

9)  Reading for PLEASURE is AMAZING!!!!!!!

10)  I am excited for this new season…and glad for the summer in between :)

That’s all I got, folks.

Today

Today I had a chance to just stop and be…I still do.  I just need more of the Lord in my life.  I realize that I have been slowing down, feeling tired and just not myself…and I’m running on low.  My Father is so gracious and compasssionate and quick to listen and allow me to be more of me.  It’s a wonderful thing to know that who I am this day is enough for God- is beautiful- and is all that I need to be.

On a different note- This wonderful woman, Jo, is staying in our house.  She is Jackie and Alana’s friend from England, and what a treat.  She and I have had soome fun little chats about wedding nights and the male physique.  Both being nurses, I think we’ve made a real connection :)  I’m glad she’s here.

Hopefully I’ll be writing sooon!

It’s summer- officially, and I am ready :)

It’s almost a wrap :)

I can’t believe it!  Another school year is come and gone.  This one-SO fast.  My first year of nursing school- and I am almost at the end of this half by God’s grace.

Thank you, Jesus, for being my guide.  Thank you for carrying me, for listening to my cries and for teaching me to trust, and for showing yourself as Healing and Always Faithful.

I lift this last couple of days up to you, God.  I feel weak and weary and all about Laenting right now, so I ask you to help me PRESS ON, to see the proze to whihc you’ve called me in Christ Jesus.  To finish strong in Your Holy strength.

Thank you for your grace, God.  For your mercy.  All I am is yours.  ALL. 

Amen…let it be done!

New Days Ahead

This past weekend I spend almost 4 days with Tim… the hunk of a man who I love.  Our relationship has grown more and more.  It’s crazy how you think you grow the most in the beginning, but I think we’re growing EXPONENTIALLY more as we get closer to living close together.

I have to say that we can already tell that being with each other for more than a weekend every month will have it’s challenges!  Sweeter, though, is the thought that the challenges are just that: challenges.  It’s a step we need to take to see if this thing works.  The best part is knowing that I love Tim- and that he loves me with such a wonderful, gracious heart.  He is my support- in all things.  He helps me see the bigger picture when I’m caught in the storm of today.  He makes me laugh and see the lighthearted parts of life again (like I usually do).  In the best way a human on earth can: he really helps me see more of Christ. 

So YIKES!  In about a month he and I will be about 5 minutes away from one another- able to make dinner if we want, able to call each other up and go for a random walk, and able to say “no” to hanging out if we need to!  Part of me is so scared that we won’t like each other at the end of this thing…. but I know that God’s still in this.  He would’t do that…and that this is an area where I need to TRUST once more.  Tim reminds me to think about this: that God has made this relationship to be a gift, and to remember to give it back, and to take the time to ENJOY it. 

I do love Tim- bottom line.  We’re like silly little puzzle pieces that happen to fit into a perfect hug :)  And I can’t wait to start this new season…because we need one! 

Here’s to you, Tim.  If you’re reading this, know that I am committed to see what God has up His sleeve, and know that I am so THANKFUL to have you move here with me.  You and I rhyme in more ways than one.  Thanks for giving me another reason to smile.  I love you.

I’m a fan…

I have to say…I am a fan of “soul friends.”  I mean, who isn’t, right?

Today after class (which was ERI test #2 of 3! and a study session for the final) I got a brief moment to talk with a woman who I consider to be a soul friend: Jessica Bowman :)  Seriously, it’s a God thing.  We got to talking and I realized that this ALWAYS happens.  We start talking on our way out of class, and then keep talking for a good twenty minutes about: life, relationships, trusting in God, nursing school, and being women who want to love the men we’re dating in new and better ways.  It’s so good!  There is a down side though.  We always say we’re going to do something “normal” (like out to coffee, etc.) as friends, but never do.  I am hoping that our boyfriends living in the same apartment will change that.  If not, at least the four of us will be able to spend time together :)

Also, there is Kate.  Sometimes she calls herself “Schmate.”  We met through a lovely mutual friend, Erin.  These are friends that I call “Canby” friends.  A lovely town I like to think of as having cows, but not smelling like it.  Anyway, Kate and I are soul friends…for sure.  I am certain that our lengthy talks as we close down the Washington Square Mall are signs of that :)  I miss our talks…and really hope this summer we can spend more time together!

Finally, I am realizing that my biggest soul friend is God.  A relationship that I can say I have neglected more than all the other recently.  Thus, I am closing this and want to return to my biggest fan, and become more of His biggest fan.

I hope you enojy your soul friend time :)  I know I have many others…maybe I’ll do a little bloggity about a few more!  I love sequels!

A new favorite….

My dear friend Mandi told me to search this one up while we were not paying attention to a lecture this AM.  watch it a few times…. cracks me up!!!!

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VzxCkUkiogc

Where have all the flowers gone?

OK, do you ever think about how grown up you’ve become…how the young years of care-free are gone away?  I worry more, have more stuff to do, and less time to do it.  We all do right? 

Yuck.  I was wondering when the studying will end….and then I found out: NEVER.  Nursing is learning all the time.  Shoot: LIFE is learning all the time.

I’m finding that I need to be more gracious about the studies, and recognize that knowledge doesn’t mean less freedom, it’s just “informed freedom.”  Or so I would like to think :)

I miss the days of endless play.  When I listened to sirens and didn’t think of the horrible things that have happened and recognize that sin, and death and suffering are such realities. 

Yet, becoming the woman I am, I have had the opportunity to experience LIFE, and to remember that I am not just some mortal woman…but I am fully God’s, and here to be here, in Christ’s gaze and hands and companionship…. whatever comes my way.  I find Jesus in people.  That’s how God saved: one person at a time.  That’s who I am here to be with: one person at a time.

I guess the trick is learning to be.  Not just crave more things…the next best thing…but to grow where I am at without the things I do that I think make me what I am.

That’s my thought tonight as I study about progressive autoimmune disorders, and find out how blessed I am to know what I know, and to be doing something by God’s strength.

I wish I could think this way all the time.  But I am glad God’s given me this “nugget” of wisdom this eve.

I hope it encourages you, too.  I really do.

Nighters

Ultrasound gel

Let’s just say it’s a little strange to have ultrasound on my jaw…but MAN-Oh-MAN do I love the relaxed feeling after I go to Physical Therapy.  The down side?  I now have ultrasound gel in my hair, and ear, and have to scoot off to a nursing school meeting….and look professional as I have a gooey, greasey, smelly goo on me.

If you ever have TMJ- get physical therapy.  It’s SO wonderful. 

And my cheeks are looking a little less “chipmunk” :)

I am and ESFJ

It’s crazy how true these things can be….  yikes!

Here’s a little explanation of my Extroverted, Sensing, Feeling and Judging personality!

Guardians of birthdays, holidays and celebrations, ESFJs are generous entertainers. They enjoy and joyfully observe traditions and are liberal in giving, especially where custom prescribes.

All else being equal, ESFJs enjoy being in charge. They see problems clearly and delegate easily, work hard and play with zest. ESFJs, as do most SJs, bear strong allegiance to rights of seniority. They willingly provide service (which embodies life’s meaning) and expect the same from others.

ESFJs are easily wounded. And when wounded, their emotions will not be contained. They by nature “wear their hearts on their sleeves,” often exuding warmth and bonhomie, but not infrequently boiling over with the vexation of their souls. Some ESFJs channel these vibrant emotions into moving dramatic performances on stage and screen.

Strong, contradictory forces consume the ESFJ. Their sense of right and wrong wrestles with an overwhelming rescuing, ‘mothering’ drive. This sometimes results in swift, immediate action taken upon a transgressor, followed by stern reprimand; ultimately, however, the prodigal is wrested from the gallows of their folly, just as the noose tightens and all hope is lost, by the very executioner!

An ESFJ at odds with self is a remarkable sight. When a decision must be made, especially one involving the risk of conflict (abhorrent to ESFJs), there ensues an in-house wrestling match between the aforementioned black-and-white Values and the Nemesis of Discord. The contender pits self against self, once firmly deciding with the Right, then switching to Prudence to forestall hostilities, countered by unswerving Values, ad exhaustium, winner take all.

As caretakers, ESFJs sense danger all around–germs within, the elements without, unscrupulous malefactors, insidious character flaws. The world is a dangerous place, not to be trusted. Not that the ESFJ is paranoid; ‘hyper-vigilant’ would be more precise. And thus they serve excellently as protectors, outstanding in fields such as medical care and elementary education.

 

You don’t sew with a fork, so I see no reason to eat
with knitting needles.
– Miss Piggy, on eating Chinese Food

Here’s the link http://www.humanmetrics.com/cgi-win/JTypes2.asp