Why internet is essential for life...

I moved. Moving involves lots of things...hard things, one of which is learning to survive without internet...it's like survivor without the food shortage...and instead of starving and competing for a million dollars you eat chocolate and read cook books..seriously, I actually sat down and planned meals for a week and then wrote out a grocery list and when that was done I put the cookbook back where it belongs and made kraft dinner...but, now i have a week of meals planned for some week in the future...it's written down...i did it.

also, to make this whole getting internet even worse, I know nothing about internet, modems and routers...seriously everytime you get a specialist to come help it's like mega money and they look at you like your stupid..."You don't know what the ip address is?" "Did you plug the cord from the modem into the router?" That one probably should have been obvious to me, but like I said, this whole wireless internet is such a lie...you have to plug everything in and attach everything right before you can have 'wireless' internet.
I just know that the mini computers at the bottom of the screen have a big red X going through them instead of the blinking screens I know and love so well...I hate red X's...I just want internet...

so now I kind of have internet but only one of the three of us can have internet at a time cause we connect right up to the modem...bahhhhhhhhhhhhhhh...a few years ago this would have been fine...but not anymore...because sharing internet is hard...it's like only having one piece of pie left and having to share it with 2 other people...I don't want to share...

so yeah, right now my roomates are having a great conversation that I am not really listening to so I can eat all the pie by myself...or in this case...use the internet...to blog...about my lack of internet...

How much is 7 oz of chocolate?

This easter Linds parents gave me a Lindt chocolate bunny...her dad also prayed for me in the easter prayer and called me 'one of the family' I had already been crying cause they showed clips from the passion of Christ movie at church and then the prayer made me wanna cry again (happy tears) but I knew I would be super embarrassed if everyone opened their eyes and found me crying...so I held them in and enjoyed easter...Linds turned her bunny into ninja bunny by moving the littly ribbon with the bell around the ears (instead of like a collar)...Elise turned her bunny into Puck from Glee by giving him a mohawk with the gold foil...I just tried not to touch mine that much so he would stay alive longer...then yesterday after going to my 3 hour summer class on resarch methods I started thinking about my bunny...


thinking and thinking...

then I got home and I went to look at my bunny...looking and looking...poor bunny thought I was stalking it...I wasn't stalking really, mostly I was hunting...
I picked up that bunny to keep me company while I was reading my textbook. When I was finished reading about scholarly articles, research methods and critiquing research articles that bunny was gone...now there is just a red ribbon with a bell...sometimes I ring it thinking the bunny might come back...but it's gone...thats the magic of a Lindt bunny.

moved...

some of my favorite things....

there is a window in the bathroom so you don't have to even turn the light on when you pee...

the tub is old school and the shower curtain goes all the way around it so it's like your in a little cocoon shower...so refreshing!

there are plants everywhere...

I got the papa room...we drew straws to see who would get each room and I got the huge sleigh bed...it's so big you can disappear all night in it-wake up and wonder if your in a cloud of goodness the next morning and slowly realize you are just in bed...but you still really don't know where you are cause your bed is SOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO big...it takes 20 minutes just to get out of it...well more than that actually but I said 20 minutes to make me look good...

garden...

and the white picket fence which bangs everytime you walk through it into the house...it reminds me of the old screen door my auntie Caroline said made her think of childhood and every good memory of running onto the house with a BANG....so yeah, now I have my some BANG back in my life...i luv it...

but mostly i luv my roomies...who let me get the papa room...and the sleigh bed...they even wanted me to have it...i wanted me to have it too...but i just wasn't expecting them to give it to me so generously...i really really really like my home...

ps you're all welcome for a cuppa anytime...

catheters and crime

I am studying for my last exam...in between each study chunk I watch crminal minds...so basically now, I know that you need to unwrap the sterile catheter kit starting with the flap going distal from your body and then those going out to the side and finally unwrapping the last flap towards your body (proximal) then pick up the sterile tweezers and maintain the sterile feild at waist height...pretty much you can take my exam now...also I learned that 90 % of missing persons are dead within the the first 36 hours... catheters number one rule...sterile can touch sterile... crime number one rule...there are no coincedences, there is always a reason for every criminal mind... dun dun dun! this post has been brought to you by the letter C...for without catheters you can't always pee...and that is a crime you see...

just a thought

"Nothing is permanent in this world, even our troubles."
Charlie Chaplin

Oh happy day!

"Oh, what a feen feen dey, sech a feen feen dey!" Ok so one of my clinical mates does THE best impression of the menno accent...basically I was rolling on the floor laughing so hard. And I could laugh, because i am pretty much done second year of nursing...ya man! I handed in my portfolio and had the final meeting for 'closure'! Our clinical evaluator basically told us that our group evaluated everything to death already so there was not much to do, so, we evaluated some more and then went out for a celebratory drink. One more exam to go but I already know I only have to get a 25% to pass the course so I am so over it... it's day 8+4=12...I can't do mental math...anyway, Tris, I cheated! I know! I had a chicken salad today...chicken! and I also had 2 cups of coffee...so yes, I cheated BIG time... I am done done done done done done done 2cd year:) ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh yup, thats pretty much how good it feels...tomorrow I take a cpr course...meh but it's all good... cause I am officially...pretty much...a 3rd year nursing student:) as of April 27th I start summer school so then I will really be a 3rd year student:) done done done done done done:)

Because being me is sometimes too much...

So, finals are approaching, I have a huge major project to put together in a clear and logical way (which for me is probably the hardest thing to do) and it called for snow...so what did I do all weekend???? Nothing, I am the most talented person i know at being productively un productive. It's not that i cleaned the house for my roomie, took a walk, read a book, avoided the homework with other work...I just didn't do anything...you may think this impossible...so many people i know don't understand how one can possibly do nothing and be satisfied at the end of the day...their all doer's...they totally don't get the satisfaction of being. Just being, oh yes, yes, i can!
as life would have it, my new computer decided to be broken...yup...all my clinical work that is on this computer is still here but I couldn't connect up to internet or figure out how to get it on a thumb drive to somehow hand it in or show someone I had been working...up until now that is...you think I would have taken it in someplace on the weekend and dealt with that problem, but no, that would have been doing something productive...I was too busy being...
Then it snowed. Not just snow though, rain and snow at the same time...weekend of death!!!!
I thought of calling in for my shift at work on sunday, but then i decided well, they do pay me to be productive there so...despite the inner warnings that this weekend was just not meant to be productive, I checked the bus routes and lefts for work...it's a 14 minute car ride from where I live to work but I leave an hour and a half early due to Winnipegs belief that buses shouldn't run on Sundays...fine i can deal with that...I specifically planned a route that would have me outside the least so I could stay out of the ick weather...
the bus drivers didn't get my memo...and so i missed my second bus. Mehhhh, slight frustration growing, enjoyment of being dissipating...decided not to wait in the bus shelter for the next ride to maybe get me to work on time...I thought I will use my bus savvy to find another route and yes, I ventured out into the cold, wet, horridious weather without a hat or scarf and no rubber boots...I was inwardly proud of the sacrifice I was making of my hair and face in order to get to work in time...I walked 20 minutes to the other bus stop, there was no shelter, and much to my dismay found out that, that specific bus doesn't run on sunday's...inner ragey person slowly awakening...walked another 20 minutes to catch the route I hadn't wanted to wait for hoping I would still make it to work in time...hair plastered to my face, mascara racing down my face, cover-up leaving the massive zit I tried so hard to cover earlier that morning and then to top it all off I discovered my boots leak. Great. by this time I would say I was no longer being anything but a cauldron of flames which were boiling quite nicely...Thankfully there was a bus shelter so i could wait for the bus without getting more wet and cold...feeling traumatized by how heinous I looked I wondered what supplies I had in my bag to clean myself up a bit...nothing...because planning ahead would have been too productive...and then, then I discovered emergency monthly 'supplies'...thought for a minute and decided, it can't get any worse...so as cars were stopped at the light right in front of me, there I am, in the bus shelter wiping my face with super absorbent 'supplies'...and then the bus came.
As i stepped into the bus, the very same driver of the bus I had gotten off of earlier-to transfer for the quick connection that I missed-welcomed me with, "hello, again."
I almost lost it, I wanted to reach across and shake him...I was so mad, I don't think I have ever been so mad in my entire life...instead I just glared, walked to a seat and sat down...I congratulated myself at keeping the raging beast of anger under control enough to do that...a kid smiled at me...I glared back.
I did get to work on time, I did look like a drowned rat the whole shift, I did earn 30 dollars for all that...and you may be wondering what the point I want to make here is...
the moral of the story you might say...but there isn't one...
Day 7 sucked!