To keep you updated on the news of my continuing adventures in OKC:
I begin back at school tomorrow. Classes are set up a bit differently, which makes graduating with a masters degree possible in a year along side an internship. I'll be starting with Sports Nutrition tomorrow. The class begins at 9 and does not end until 5:10 in the evening. This is how the month of July will go for me, a new class each week.
Along with those I'll be getting some community hours working a Diabetes camp and learning about what will be tested over during my boards exam.
I'd like to just be done with the process and moving on. And although that sounds terrible, I realize I am wishing something bittersweet. I have met wonderful people here in the program and am learning a lot about myself, especially living alone. Wishing to be done would mean wishing I were home and away from them all. I feel as if I have been building to the moment when I'll become licensed and registered for so long that it seems it will never come.
I've also come to the realization today that although I am single I am in no mood to find someone I can settle down with. Having seen several pregnant people, new parents, or recent newlyweds I realize that once you find the person you'll raise a family with does not mean your problems end; you simply acquire a different set of problems.
In other news, there is a thunderstorm outside. I usually am excited to see them but since I live in Tornado Alley instead of listening on the front porch I worry about tornadoes and hail damage. One less thing I'll have to worry about when I get home.
So I'm getting back into the grind of things with classes [enjoyed my break away from everything THOROUGHLY] but will be happy to continue rolling through things to finish up. I'm not one for growing up, but I am one for moving on when its necessary.
Until I type again, I miss you all. Love you lots.
P.S. I saw Toy Story 3 and loved it. Pixar really knows their stuff [and obviously, I'm a life long fan of anything Disney].
Keep up on my journey through life. These are my anecdotes, my ideas, my experiences. Things are always changing as they are chapters in our lives, transitions if you will. I love life and have a zest, an appetite, for getting as much out of it as I can. This is my invitation for you to feast with me.
Sunday, June 27, 2010
Wednesday, June 23, 2010
10 of My Philosophies
1. Dessert every day means not feeling deprived. Today I had a cupcake, yesterday I had a fudge bar, the day before a can of peaches. This only works if you're maintaining your weight and not working toward losing it. Then I totally suggest having your dessert one day a week. And yes, that's my professional opinion.
2. Praying when I think I'm about to get lost always calms me down to a point where I eventually find an area I've seen. When all else fails, I pull out my trusty Garmin, Joe.
3. In reference to the above GPS with the name, giving names to objects and nicknames to people makes them more personable. Just ask Pope Benny or Betty, my car.
4. You can wear anything you want as long as you're confident enough in it. Attitude is everything; keep it positive. When all else fails, you probably have the wrong size...or the manufacturing company decided not to have you in mind that day.
5. I love calling myself an Earth Muffin, it even makes me FEEL greener. Keep those reusable bags in the car so you don't forget to take them with you. Those excess plastic bags are evil.
6. Discovering new music is one of my favorite things. But then, so is stargazing, swimming, playing board games, and on and on. Savor the little things always.
7. Vacuuming the carpet makes the apartment look clean, despite how messy everything else sometimes is. It's those special carpet lines!
8. Focusing your energy on something is therapeutic whether that be yoga :) painting, writing poetry, or cooking.
9. Keeping up with the Jones-es, keeping up with appearances, keeping up with fashion is exhausting.
10. Flowers are not overrated, neither is old fashioned chivalry or romance. If only the majority of the male population agreed with me.
2. Praying when I think I'm about to get lost always calms me down to a point where I eventually find an area I've seen. When all else fails, I pull out my trusty Garmin, Joe.
3. In reference to the above GPS with the name, giving names to objects and nicknames to people makes them more personable. Just ask Pope Benny or Betty, my car.
4. You can wear anything you want as long as you're confident enough in it. Attitude is everything; keep it positive. When all else fails, you probably have the wrong size...or the manufacturing company decided not to have you in mind that day.
5. I love calling myself an Earth Muffin, it even makes me FEEL greener. Keep those reusable bags in the car so you don't forget to take them with you. Those excess plastic bags are evil.
6. Discovering new music is one of my favorite things. But then, so is stargazing, swimming, playing board games, and on and on. Savor the little things always.
7. Vacuuming the carpet makes the apartment look clean, despite how messy everything else sometimes is. It's those special carpet lines!
8. Focusing your energy on something is therapeutic whether that be yoga :) painting, writing poetry, or cooking.
9. Keeping up with the Jones-es, keeping up with appearances, keeping up with fashion is exhausting.
10. Flowers are not overrated, neither is old fashioned chivalry or romance. If only the majority of the male population agreed with me.
Sunday, June 20, 2010
My Hobby: Organizing
Coincidentally, my friends I've made here at the internship are all gone somewhere else for the time being so I've determined to occupy my time doing other assorted goodies [none of which will further my educational career].
One of the things I did was to check out books on organizing at the local public library. There is something so magical about organizing that I get excited just thinking about the possibilities of a clean space. Much in the same way, I was thrilled to have my own one bedroom apartment knowing I could keep it exactly as I wanted it. My spice shelf is alphabetized, my TV stand has all components "just so" and the list continues on.
Beyond keeping my apartment immaculate [for the most part] I have been thinking about my return home. I'll be merging all my relatively new purchases back in with the family's stuff. Having seen the state of our storage room I have no idea where it will all fit. It's not Mom and Dad's fault, it is the sheer fact that they will never be empty nesters as their children continue to acquire more things and leave them at the house while we gallivant off doing our own things. Four children in four states with four sets of bedroom furniture, and so on and so on. But I digress.
And so, I am putting it here for you all to see and hold accountable for [wait 'til Mom and Dad see this]. Drum roll please...
By Klutter Kloset next Spring I intend to not only have my bedroom organized and rid of "junk" but also the rest of the house, excluding my three brothers' rooms of course considering its their mess and I'm not going through their closets. My parents however, need someone as, eh hem [wink wink], motivated as myself to let go of things that don't need to be kept.
I get it honestly, I will admit that. I keep a good number of things simply because they might get use at some point, they were a gift and therefore a social contract to keep said item until who knows when, they have sentimental value [or do they?]. Having gone through some of these books I have determined that really, what we need to do is not reorganize the clutter but remove the clutter and decide what is most important to keep around.
I've already started thinking about things in my closet and things I banished to the basement. That Halloween night light I made in Girl Scouts, do I really want to keep that when I'm a mom myself? Are the 2nd grade religion books really necessary to keep around? What about the clothes I haven't worn in years? How about nick-nacs that I used to like but don't have a taste for anymore? Let's not even get started on the school notes and magazines I felt compelled to keep or the Nsync paraphernalia shoved under my bed.
Laugh it up because you're laughing for one of two reasons
1. you're nothing like this and find it funny that such items weren't trashed without batting an eye
One of the things I did was to check out books on organizing at the local public library. There is something so magical about organizing that I get excited just thinking about the possibilities of a clean space. Much in the same way, I was thrilled to have my own one bedroom apartment knowing I could keep it exactly as I wanted it. My spice shelf is alphabetized, my TV stand has all components "just so" and the list continues on.
Beyond keeping my apartment immaculate [for the most part] I have been thinking about my return home. I'll be merging all my relatively new purchases back in with the family's stuff. Having seen the state of our storage room I have no idea where it will all fit. It's not Mom and Dad's fault, it is the sheer fact that they will never be empty nesters as their children continue to acquire more things and leave them at the house while we gallivant off doing our own things. Four children in four states with four sets of bedroom furniture, and so on and so on. But I digress.
And so, I am putting it here for you all to see and hold accountable for [wait 'til Mom and Dad see this]. Drum roll please...
By Klutter Kloset next Spring I intend to not only have my bedroom organized and rid of "junk" but also the rest of the house, excluding my three brothers' rooms of course considering its their mess and I'm not going through their closets. My parents however, need someone as, eh hem [wink wink], motivated as myself to let go of things that don't need to be kept.
I get it honestly, I will admit that. I keep a good number of things simply because they might get use at some point, they were a gift and therefore a social contract to keep said item until who knows when, they have sentimental value [or do they?]. Having gone through some of these books I have determined that really, what we need to do is not reorganize the clutter but remove the clutter and decide what is most important to keep around.
I've already started thinking about things in my closet and things I banished to the basement. That Halloween night light I made in Girl Scouts, do I really want to keep that when I'm a mom myself? Are the 2nd grade religion books really necessary to keep around? What about the clothes I haven't worn in years? How about nick-nacs that I used to like but don't have a taste for anymore? Let's not even get started on the school notes and magazines I felt compelled to keep or the Nsync paraphernalia shoved under my bed.
Laugh it up because you're laughing for one of two reasons
1. you're nothing like this and find it funny that such items weren't trashed without batting an eye
-or-
2. you are the exact same way as myself and my fellow pack rat parents.
My deadline [barring any complications from home, like oh, say, another rotator cuff surgery that keeps some random mom incapable of using her right hand for 12 weeks] will be May 1st. That gives me plenty of time to study and pass my Boards exam [and who knows whatever else my life will do] as well as motivate my parents before Michael moves back home from his freshman year in college with his acquired stuff.
My deadline [barring any complications from home, like oh, say, another rotator cuff surgery that keeps some random mom incapable of using her right hand for 12 weeks] will be May 1st. That gives me plenty of time to study and pass my Boards exam [and who knows whatever else my life will do] as well as motivate my parents before Michael moves back home from his freshman year in college with his acquired stuff.
Out with the useless...in with the fresh start and new attitude!
s.y.l.y.b
s.y.l.y.b
Thursday, June 17, 2010
Big Girl Experiences are Overrated
Thrilled [well no] to get to experience a life lesson on being a "big girl." Yes, that's right, my car decided it was ca-put and needed a new battery. Since yesterday I had plans of being productive it put quite the damper on myself, and two of my support system friends here in OK. With their help I was able to get a battery replaced in my car and complete my necessary tasks for the day [getting my ID badge for a rotation site and buying groceries since I didn't have them]. Thankfully they were available and only the battery [knock on wood] was the culprit.
To top off that outstanding day I thought I was about to have a late charge on my internet bill. I'm so smart I'm dumb however because I had set up to pay the bill before I left to go home those glorious two weeks ago now.
Life happens, I guess that's all I can say with this one. Life happens and there isn't much to do but laugh it off.
To finish off my night I ended up fixing myself a healthy dinner but negated it by finishing off a carton of full fat peanut butter chocolate oatmeal ice cream. And if you're wondering it's called Monster Something Something and it is delicious. I have vowed to go to the work out center on campus today so I don't feel like a fatty.
Beyond that today I am "detoxing" with water and only the healthiest of foods. However since the AC is set to come on at 80 and it's currently 93, humid and sunny out, I'm having to replenish my sweat that I cannot get rid of. Luckily, since I have not showered yet today and didn't yesterday my hair, being that it is the essence of grease is staying very much out of my face and off my neck pulled into a hair tie.
So to my fellow water chuggers SALUTE*!
To top off that outstanding day I thought I was about to have a late charge on my internet bill. I'm so smart I'm dumb however because I had set up to pay the bill before I left to go home those glorious two weeks ago now.
Life happens, I guess that's all I can say with this one. Life happens and there isn't much to do but laugh it off.
To finish off my night I ended up fixing myself a healthy dinner but negated it by finishing off a carton of full fat peanut butter chocolate oatmeal ice cream. And if you're wondering it's called Monster Something Something and it is delicious. I have vowed to go to the work out center on campus today so I don't feel like a fatty.
Beyond that today I am "detoxing" with water and only the healthiest of foods. However since the AC is set to come on at 80 and it's currently 93, humid and sunny out, I'm having to replenish my sweat that I cannot get rid of. Luckily, since I have not showered yet today and didn't yesterday my hair, being that it is the essence of grease is staying very much out of my face and off my neck pulled into a hair tie.
So to my fellow water chuggers SALUTE*!
Tuesday, June 15, 2010
"Post Road" Downs [aka the Funk]
I holed myself up today. Stayed in my pajamas, ate ice cream straight out of the carton, put on mellow music, did nothing worthwhile even though there's plenty to do. Today was a day of loafing around. Loafing and loathing.
I touched back down on Oklahoma soil yesterday to two eager friends and while I was happy to see them I could not cover my disappointment about leaving home, my family. I didn't cry at all, it did not seem fitting.
I sat down on my couch when I arrived to my apartment. I had never felt so alone but I could not bring myself to do anything but sit and stare. I sat while a storm raged until the middle of the night or more. And when I had sufficiently sat I laid in bed and listened to the rain and watched the lightning flicker.
I'm having a six month wall, a middle of the year funk here during my internship. I knew I would be sad to leave my family which is why I had a small stint of sadness, MY version of CSNY's Pre-Road Downs. I knew I would be this way when I returned.
I'm hoping that once classes start back up [and once I'm used to clinical rotations] I'll get back into the swing of things, I'll slap myself across the face and act like a big girl. Preparing for the real world, such a scary concept. Then again, I was never a "13 going on 30" type. So I'm going to take a bath and shake off this feeling and hopefully accomplish something productive until bedtime.

I touched back down on Oklahoma soil yesterday to two eager friends and while I was happy to see them I could not cover my disappointment about leaving home, my family. I didn't cry at all, it did not seem fitting.
I sat down on my couch when I arrived to my apartment. I had never felt so alone but I could not bring myself to do anything but sit and stare. I sat while a storm raged until the middle of the night or more. And when I had sufficiently sat I laid in bed and listened to the rain and watched the lightning flicker.
I'm having a six month wall, a middle of the year funk here during my internship. I knew I would be sad to leave my family which is why I had a small stint of sadness, MY version of CSNY's Pre-Road Downs. I knew I would be this way when I returned.
I'm hoping that once classes start back up [and once I'm used to clinical rotations] I'll get back into the swing of things, I'll slap myself across the face and act like a big girl. Preparing for the real world, such a scary concept. Then again, I was never a "13 going on 30" type. So I'm going to take a bath and shake off this feeling and hopefully accomplish something productive until bedtime.
Miss you. Love you. Bye
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Graduation
Graduation. The end. No... the beginning.
If I had the mentality about high school and college that I do now, just fresh a year out and working on my masters, I might have done some things different.
High school flies by so quickly, and while I have no desire to live those four years over, they were four years that helped to shape me for the person I am today. I strengthened friendships and made lifelong ones in the process. If I HAD to do it all over again, I'd probably have spoken my mind more to more people, been more proud to call myself an active Catholic [I still wear my Kairos cross proudly], and I would have looked to gain more experiences while I was living at home.
I could say the same thing for college too, especially my first semester there. That semester is a blur looking back. I was living day to day just trying to cope with being away from my family, best friend, then boyfriend, and the routine and life I loved. It's funny how you go from set schedules in high school to college where they prepare you for a career that revolves around schedules. Most times college is the most out of flux you'll ever be. No routine, no set schedule, eating habits changed [I would think about that, now wouldn't I?], new people in a new place, the list goes on and on. But I digress.
Michael is newly graduated with a fresh start and open doors ahead of him. He deserves all the best things life can offer and God has a wonderful plan for him. Along with my older two brothers, I pray for him fervently to be where he is meant in life and to get the most out of it. I wish I could pass on to him the knowledge that I gained while away from home [even in Oklahoma I continued to learn]. And beyond that, I wish I could give him the courage to step out and shine his light brightly because he has a bright light. Because he IS a bright light. Because he is my brother and I love him so dearly.

I am proud to call you my brother, I am proud to be your older sister and I wish all the best things from you. I love you terribly, terribly much and miss you while I'm away.
Expect a graduation gift in the future, I have to think of something totally awesome and quirky enough. And just remember, this is the beginning, your attitude is everything, and you have all the tools you need to succeed. I'll be here when you need me and I'd love to get random text messages, voice-mails, and phone calls from you whenever you need my advice or just to shoot the ****.
If I had the mentality about high school and college that I do now, just fresh a year out and working on my masters, I might have done some things different.
High school flies by so quickly, and while I have no desire to live those four years over, they were four years that helped to shape me for the person I am today. I strengthened friendships and made lifelong ones in the process. If I HAD to do it all over again, I'd probably have spoken my mind more to more people, been more proud to call myself an active Catholic [I still wear my Kairos cross proudly], and I would have looked to gain more experiences while I was living at home.
I could say the same thing for college too, especially my first semester there. That semester is a blur looking back. I was living day to day just trying to cope with being away from my family, best friend, then boyfriend, and the routine and life I loved. It's funny how you go from set schedules in high school to college where they prepare you for a career that revolves around schedules. Most times college is the most out of flux you'll ever be. No routine, no set schedule, eating habits changed [I would think about that, now wouldn't I?], new people in a new place, the list goes on and on. But I digress.
Michael is newly graduated with a fresh start and open doors ahead of him. He deserves all the best things life can offer and God has a wonderful plan for him. Along with my older two brothers, I pray for him fervently to be where he is meant in life and to get the most out of it. I wish I could pass on to him the knowledge that I gained while away from home [even in Oklahoma I continued to learn]. And beyond that, I wish I could give him the courage to step out and shine his light brightly because he has a bright light. Because he IS a bright light. Because he is my brother and I love him so dearly.
Michael-
I am proud to call you my brother, I am proud to be your older sister and I wish all the best things from you. I love you terribly, terribly much and miss you while I'm away.
Expect a graduation gift in the future, I have to think of something totally awesome and quirky enough. And just remember, this is the beginning, your attitude is everything, and you have all the tools you need to succeed. I'll be here when you need me and I'd love to get random text messages, voice-mails, and phone calls from you whenever you need my advice or just to shoot the ****.
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