Six word Saturday~ time's up

Everything good has to end sometime.

Yes...back to school Monday. Actually, I will be in my clinical setting for Monday thru Wednesday and back to the classrooms on Thursdays and Fridays. Unfortunately, I will be also in school this coming Saturday and Sunday for a one-time lab exam so I'm starting a twelve-day session of work and no play. Yah. goodtimes.

It was fun blogging more often lately, but if you don't hear from me again for a while, you know why.

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"Water on wood..uh uh, no good"

Mine mother bequeathed that saying into me a goodly length of times past when I was a young wart hog. I knew that putting my wet towel on a dresser in mine chambers would ruin it, or a goblet of cold water would stain the table for feasting. And thou shouldest suppose that Will, who works with wood and drywall products would abide by these things. Alas, to my abysmal dismay, he hath forgotten that pnemonic phrase in the prime of his life.

Verily, whilst I was thus engulfed in running on the treadmill, mine beloved doth return home and cometh unto me. Shortly he saith unto me, How fare thee my love? I have hitherto been admiring thee. For thou art more precious unto mine eyes than the very jewels that doth hang in thine ear.

And it came to pass that he did speak much concerning the beauty that rightly dwelleth within mine possession. Verily, in his everlasting devotion unto mine soul, he doth noticed the treadmill in the most unfortunate of locations privy to the television.

Furthermore he doth move the chesterfield unto a new abode amidst the brick and mortar that is the dungeon chamber. Then he doth rearrange other basement necessities to the much joy of mine heart. It was most beauteous.

When, by my troth, our wee lass, Mimi, doth venture precariously amongst our midst.

Prithee, me lass, what breath is in thine bosom!? Thou art surely distressed, for thine eyes have ceased to hold the stars that intently sat upon thy pupils all the days of thine life!!

Come hither, my Queen! I beseech thee! For mine eyes have beheld the utmost of gravities. For anon, surely there shant be water spilling onto the NEW HARDWOOD FLOOR!

My lover doth bite his thumb at the heavens and curse as he hurriedly ran up the castle stairway. Methinks his eyes popped out of his head with worry upon realization of his gross iniquities. And in his haste, I ask him, what vexes thee so, my lord? I pray thee tell me of thine sorrow.

Unbeknownst to me, Sir Will didst arrive home from his endeavors at work and didst put a bucket of lingering paint under the well that is our kitchen faucet to rinse off. Then, whilst even reminding himself of the potential danger that eminently loomed should he forget about said bucket, his grace doth venture into the dungeon basement to greet me with a kiss. Ergo with the kiss from mine lips and the intoxicating nectar thereon, my lord doth assuredly forget the bucket. Mayhap it were not for the wee lass, the water most speedily should have seeped through the thatched roof of our humble abode and grossly put an end to mine eternal happiness.

From the lofty skies above, I heard him beckon unto me.

He doth shout, Wench!!! I bid you fetch me mine towel that I, in mine insolent ways, perchance may remedy the ills of mine wrongdoing!

His voice doth lovingly pierce mine heart with a thousand kisses of the evening dew for it surely sings sweeter than the morning lark unto the very core of mine soul.

Speedily I doth bring him towels and linens of the finest cloth and didst lay them round about the kitchen to save our hardwood. The futile efforts were well received, and didst put an end to the bathing waters that were our kitchen floor.

My lord and I doth spend much time on the morrow cleaning.

Alas, mine bosom doth most faithfully swell for this man, save he doth put aside the deplorable habit of washing unsightly paint things in mine most beauteous and beloved kitchen sink. Fie Fie unto him that doth bathe mine floor yet again.

THINGS THAT GO BUMP IN THE NIGHT...

It was the second or third coldest day OF MY LIFE!!

Last night in bed, while portions of my thighs and a lot of things were going bump in the night...:P, Will and I heard a loud, unfamiliar sound. Which, in normal midnight fashion, usually means a youngun' is falling out of the top bunkbed, a cat is catching a "mighty", or a teenager is getting off the cellphone. But this wasn't any of those sounds, and once the screaming was over, Will got dressed and out of bed to go check it out. (okay, there was no screaming... at least, not from being scared! lol)

This sound came from where our garage is, though, and Will remembered that he had forgotten to lock the garage door, so we were slightly worried. But there were no other sounds than the loud BAMM...

I sat in bed. Nekkid and wondering, if any of those freaks in my garage overtake Will and his mighty power, I should probably put some clothes on. Because, if the freaks are smart, they'll come in the house and try to take my virginity, and here I am, all sitting there like an unwrapped present. At least find some pants or... a pair of pretty, matching underthings. Because, if they DO kill me, (which they inevitably will,) I don't want my Mom to hear about how the ambulance arrived and I was wearing orange silky panties with a blue lace bra. TACKY much!?!

And then I realized my kids were also in immediate danger. Would I call 9-1-1 BEFORE the guys pillage the village that is my home, and THEN gather my little munchkins around me to 'mother-bear' them and keep them safe under my housecoat? But then... well, then we're like sitting ducks, all of my kiddos under my proverbial wing, and they kill us all at the same time? And what if they only wanted to hurt me, and my kids were woken up and gathered into my room by me, just to end up having to watch!?!? Or do I gather monkeys first, and THEN call 9-1-1? Oh, the dilemma!

Or, do I just act like I'm sleeping? Maybe they only want my super-expensive jewellery that I keep in.. um.. my shoe closet in the basement.



I tell you, I thought of all these horrible scenarios within the AGONIZINGLY long minutes that Will was investigating. And I won't say that I did, or did NOT pre-emptively call 9-1...just in case I heard a gunshot or screaming from Will and could easily just push the last 1 before being assured SOMEONE would know of my impending demise.

Will found nothing.
Not even so much as a mouse.
No footprints in the snow. No water pooling inside the garage from melting shoe-prints.

So, what made such a loud THUD that Will and I could overhear it while getting busie stopped what we were doing and didn't move a muscle or change a position for a full minute to hear any other scary sounds. Not an easy feat, given the whole "not changing positions part!" lol

OK ok.
My parents read this blog.

In all seriousness, it was scary!
This morning, Will discovered the culprit. It was coming from the garage. It was a loud, unfamiliar 'THUD'.


Two lessons learned:
Do NOT leave popcans in the below-freezing garage overnight.
Second- do NOT buy this type of pop.. It's gross. Which is why it's in the garage, unloved.

One down...three to go.

So, it's already the end of Tuesday.  I'm sad about that, as it means my week is already approaching the half-way mark.  I got so much done today and crossed off a million points on my "things to do when I get some time during the day" list.  The bottle depot, the bank, the health clinic..Only three weekdays left...and that sucks;  My house is clean for the first time all YEAR,  I got to play with my kids again, I can cook real dinners again, and we can make cookies...Speaking of cookies, having the week off also means I  can spend some time with my treadmill..FINALLY.

Having no school for me or the kids all week means we can watch movies.  I can catch up on a million TV shows that are taking up prime real estate on my PVR.  And best yet... I can stay up late with Will and then sleep in.  Yay for reading week.

Unfortunately I do have some school work to do.  But doing it in a clean home is just better.  And, "Will" can buy me flowers and I can enjoy them all day long, all week long.  Thanks babe..I love them and you can see what you bought me when you get home from work! ;)

Six word Saturday: break!

Finished six exams in one week!!!

Wayyyyyy too much studying for them.

So glad to be done now.
Ready for a week-long break.

Average grade in school so far: 89.16

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Heal Me Heel Me!!

Okay, prepost- I just HAVE to tell you I'm a little euphoric right now. Will called and asked what I was doing. "Blogging". "Oh ya? About what?" *sheepish grin..."shoes". And then it happened-- he told me I should go buy some new shoes... I can't remember the last time I went and bought shoes. And by 'shoes', I mean, more than 1 pair.. because, shoe shopping is only PROPERLY done when you find so many flippin' adorable shoes that you can't just pick one pair. It's like at the petshop when you're going to pick up kitty litter-- and you end up taking ALL the puppies home! Seriously. They're all sooo cute...How do you decide?! LOL Happily, I remember doing this often. (buying multiple shoes, not the puppy thing)But lately, school got in the way of my ludicrous extravagant spending on shoes and accessories. That, and money. These days, potatoe potahtoe.

I could quickly go over the past few shoes I bought-
black CLOSE-TOED pumps. I had been looking for MONTHS for the right pair. They look more or less like this. But the ones I bought have more toe-cleavage, which makes ANY pair of shoes that much more great.

And in the fall before that, I bought my granny-shoes. Yes, they're hideous... but it was definitely an inspired purchase because they are white and runners... Which are perfect for school because I have to wear shoes just like this in the hospital when I'm doing my clinical/practicum for the rest of the school year. So they're now my 'ew, don't touch them, they probably stepped in pee today' shoes.
And Will bought shoes for me (after I picked them) similar to this a while ago:
But now it's time to covet REALLY PRETTY THINGS!! XD And since I'm always stuck behind a desk or behind a dishwasher, or washing somebody's behind... I'll window-shop instead.

I am NOT a pink-girl. But these caught my eye, and I think they're super cute for spring and Easter.

Or you can get them in silver and be all Super-star. I think I'd do the pink, although the silver make me giggle with glee a little.

Now, another colour that is so "Sparkling Summer" and clearly NOT a "True Sparkling Autumn" is purple. So I will probably NEVER wear purple shoes. But I salivate at shoes with bows on the toes. (totally started singing "with rings on her fingers and bells on her toes and a bone in her nose, hoe hoe"... sad moment of geek-dom right there) So although these are purple, they fit my 'covet' list because they're pumps and they have the bow. Two against one....I win. Worse comes to worse, I have to go CLOTHES shopping to find an outfit to match them. oh darn, right?!
And.. green pumps. Yah. First off, red-heads and green-- FANTASTIC!!! Secondly, brightly-coloured shoes make me really happy. And thirdly, St. Patrick's day is soooo underrated. (ha. If I can get away with buying shoes for a very pointless holiday, I'm totally going to milk it!) I can't decide if I like the first or second pair better-- they both have qualities. I'm a bit more partial to the light-green ones.. it's like you're wearing a plastic alligator with the scalloped edges and I LOVE that, but something about the darker pair's colour won't let me put them back.

And I think these could be TOTALLY ADORABLE with a little sundress in the late spring/summer. I imagine picnics and walks through the park in these. I might even buy a big lollipop just to finish the look. I am a little over-obsessed with owning a pair of animal-print shoes. They have to be super cute and not "Out of Africa"esque. And no, I would NEVER be seen wearing them with anything khaki or green-- a la "zoo keeper". I can't decide on Zebra or Leopard, though. SO maybe a pair of both!? :) These two pairs look so soft, I kinda want to pet them!And, not news to the few of you who know me personally, I have short, stubby legs. And LOVE wearing pumps. So, I am all about making my legs look longer. Of course, losing weight always helps (ahem), but I don't have time for that right now so I'll take the easy way out and buy beige/skin-coloured shoes. :)

Like these. The patent look isn't really up my alley, but it'll do, since most of the other tan-coloured shoes looked ridiculous and I would NEVER wear them. But Steve Madden? Yah, I'd ALWAYS wear those!

So, here's a few yummy morsels to tickle your tongue with! I know, right?! So many shoes, how do I choose?!

What I Daydream While I'm Supposed to be Studying.

You know.. I think it'd be cool to be that person who takes freaking awesome pictures, and be that mom who has a camera with them at all times and everyone is used to it. (and her kids are always totally adorable in every shot and their hair is never out of place and their clothes MAGICALLY clean themselves because, even when the pictures are outdoors, I have NO FRIGGEN IDEA how some people's kids are spotless. Mine? Um...hello, little waifs!) I have thought it'd be super fun to take a photography course... But that would mean i would have to read my camera's manual. Chya. ..like that'll happen. I don't even read my $300.00 textbooks.

Then I would get all Alicia Silverstone-ish on the movie The Crush, and have one of those cool darkrooms and develop my own film and then, I would totally kick Alicia's butt because, unlike she did, I *would* get Cary Elwes to fall madly in love with me. And he'd be less The Crush and more The Princess Bride... Because, let's be honest here... Wesley is WAY HOTTER than fat Cary from Liar Liar.

And for the record, I wouldn't have the time of day for him cuz I'd be all in love with Will.

He'd cry a little. And I'd take a picture with my stellar picture-taking and bowhunting skills.

Instead...while I'm getting smarter at school with no time to read camera manuals, I will take these pictures of our weekend and call it good.

Still?!

Valentine's day hasn't really done much for me ever.  I'm one of those " you don't need ONE day a year to show love" type of girls.  Will is luckily off the hook for me... Will, not saying I wouldn't love whatever you did..the bouquets of flowers you're going to buy... The boxes of yummy candies or chocolate.. The special manties you are wearing under those hot jeans...
But I'm not sad if it's nothing.  (Haha.. I mean, I'm not sad if the GIFT is nothing... I wasn't referring to the things under his jeans.)

ANYWAYS...
I was thinking of all my recent valentine's days. 

Five years ago, I flew out with my newborn baby and visited my father, who had recently suffered a massive brain aneurism.  While my mother went to Mexico for my sister's wedding, I sat with a very different father and wondered if things would ever be the same.

Four valentine's days ago, I sat in another waiting room... X-weighted had chosen me for the next interview round.  I still had three more cuts to make it through, but these moments would be the catalyst for some serious changes in my life.

Three valentine's days ago,  I didn't know that THE NEXT DAY, I would find out that my husband of eight years was having an affair with a close friend.  I was thinner and healthier, but those were days i barely remember.   Thankfully.

Two valentine's days ago, I had met Will.  We were only friends at the time,  both dealing with impending divorces.  He was actually signing his papers and making sure that there was no residual feelings just in case divorce wasn't what they wanted.  I was helping Chris pack his stuff out of my home.

One valentine's day ago, I was newlywed.  I was in love like never before.  I was in Vancouver, unaware that my van would be stolen the NEXT DAY!! 

So Yah... Valentine's day is just another day, right?!   This year I may even have a quiet one.. Two exams and dinner guests. 
Grateful my father is still here.  Not still as thin.  Not still married to Chris.  Not still at the Olympics, but still driving my van.

But, above all, most grateful to still be madly in love.

And Again

It was a few days later, and Will never wrote Sarah back. He and I decided that first off, we'd never reply in the midst of the emotion, and secondly, we'd probably never reply to a message that is unkind. If the original message was approached with genuine curiosity or respect, that respect would have been returned. We know that there is no point... that replying, in ANY way, would have elicited a negative response back. And I knew that if she truly read into what I was putting on the blog, the issues weren't about HER, they were about my ability to forget the pain.

I guess not replying probably annoyed her enough that she figured she'd try another entrance point, and sent me a private message on facebook. Needless to say, it was unkind and defensive and inimical. Her message included a few good points (Will DOES look good in a lot of the clothes she bought him= although I tend to think he looks pretty good in ANYthing (or nothing at all!) *sorry Mom and Dad!! lol)

I guess I was just most surprised (or was I?) by the many outright lies... and, I think, in response to the only question she asked, I have had such a hard time with her because she is the only person who flat-out lies to me in EVERY conversation.

Be nice. Be Christlike.
But at least, if you can't pull that off,
be honest.

Figures

Shoulda seen that coming...
the moment that I start to heal and open the blog up again, Sarah is on it like white on rice.

The other night, Will and I were in bed when a text came through his phone. Sarah writes, "Why the hell does your loverly wife have issues with me? I have nothing to do with you guys."

At the moment that I originally wrote this post, in my annoyance and vexation, I just wanted to point it out that texting my husband in the middle of the night is exactly why I would have issues with ANY female.

Saying, "What the hell..." is obviously hostile and aggressive, too, so that's kinda another reason. And "your wife" has a name. "Why does Debbi have issues with me" would have been much kinder and less abrasive.

Lastly, if she has nothing to do with us.. then why does she contact our children. Saying you have nothing to do with the parent but you have something to do with the children is akin to telling a mother bear that you're only playing with her cub.
If she has nothing to do with us... then why text us?!
And if she has nothing to do with us... then why is she still reading the blog?

Glass Houses

Another student quit and has dropped out of the program. She was one of the four I have serious problems with in regards to becoming a nurse. Nothing inherently wrong with the person herself, but this is where my pride gets me:

I have geared my whole life to becoming a nurse. I have watched nurses from the very start, learned from them whenever possible, have seen what nurses are. What they do. How they act.

I have top grades in all my courses. And, part of me being a good nurse is also being a good observer of persons. An ability to look at someone and see not only underlying qualities but elusive characteristics physically and emotionally that people possess.

I vehemently admit my judgey observations when I say that this person did not have what it takes. Good person, great artist, but a bad nurse.

The unfortunate part of this whole post is that by me saying such, it makes ME a bad nurse too.

Second-Hand

I realized last night (AGAIN!) not to ask questions I may not like the answers to. I wasn't upset that he answered them, or even how... at least he was honest.

But I know I will never be Will's "first". Not his first love, first wife (these things I knew when I married him). But there doesn't seem to be any compliment or observation about him that a different wife of his hasn't already said or done.

In my pathetic realization (read: wallowing beside him in bed with my best POUTY face) and I told him my insecurities, he tried to reassure me by stating that in the very near future I will be the only one sealed to him. The only problem is that, even then, I am still not the first. What can I do that will make ME the first?!

My instant answer: Making it TO eternity suffices me pretty well, I'd say.

Frustration

I have gone five months now (which, according to our classes, qualifies as a chronic issue once you've passed three months,) dealing with the politics at school. Inevitably, when you put a hundred girls together every single day, alllllll day, and add stressful situations, you would be foolish not to expect some back-biting and/or drama.

But when every student feels like one or four of the hundred are pulling you down because of stupid questions, what do we do?

Instead of backbiting or gossiping, we (myself included) go privately to the instructors. Who then come back to our class to lecture us on being catty or stuck up. And then they give extra time during tests to those people who aren't keeping up.

My thoughts:
if they can't keep up now... why do we want to graduate them through the program and put people's lives in their hands? I take nursing very seriously. When we graduate, I honestly have some fellow students that I will NOT allow to attend to my family/loved ones. This is serious. I'm quite frustrated.

Prefacing Potential Posts

So, I am trying this whole "blog from the phone" trend.  The fact that I've even texted this many words is pretty impressive to me.   I'm a text-a-phobic type of girl who married a man with ten texting thumbs. I know, right?!  :}  (don't think too hard on that one, girlies).

I have a confession...  I blog at school.  Okay, correction, I write in my phone's little diary thingy at school.  And then I sit on the post.  Well...not literally SIT on it (unless the phone is in my back pocket).   I sit on the post for a few days until i find time to really blog. 

Point being;  don't be confused when I write something here that you PROBABLY already heard about on Facebook or something like that...  I guess its just the only way i can make sure that my amazing, awe-inspiring thoughts  get written, even if they aren't freshly posted.

Friends

The other day, an exes of mine's wife (did you follow that?), was at church. She doesn't avoid me, but she is not exactly climbing over pews to talk to me. So I decided that I would say Hi and quell any uncomfortable feelings she may have about me. Do I owe her an appology for hurting her somehow because of the person I was when I dated him? Like me about my husband's exes, does she know too much negative?

I approached/passed her in the halls and said, "Hey Jude". (Just to clarify, Jude is obviously NOT her real name.) She smiled and replied back, and we exchanged a regular, banal conversation.

I thought about it later....
I am friends with so many of my exes. I have hung out and become friends with Chris' exes, and I OFTEN have some of Will's exes over to my home. It is easy for me, and I have made some good friends that way.

And then, in that instant, an answer to those prayers of mine came to me...

people who love or who have loved the same people, should be friends.

So, that was when I unblocked Sarah from my facebook. I unblocked her from the blog.

I thought that if she and I are never friends, I've decided that it won't be because of me.

Starting Over MY Way

I know, it isn't the same blog. This space, and Daisyhalos, more specifically, used to be witty, funny, honest and... well, REGULARLY written in!

I don't know how much I'll be blogging anyways, but I figured since I have about 10 minutes a day, I can at least 'catch up' each night. If only just to keep a record of life again.

There's lots of good reasons why I don't blog now. But there's a few not-good ones.

A few nights ago, on Will's and my 'meet-a-versary' (when we met 2 years ago), I went through old blogs on Daisyhalos. Chris was still living in my home when I pretty much broke his heart the way he broke mine months before. It was hard to read the confusion I was going through, and I am so glad that I kept an honest and heartfelt record of my thoughts.

I watched the things I overcame-- and how I did it. I read about the struggles to make decisions, and then the peace I felt when I made the (sometimes heart-wrenching) choices. I am huge on forgiveness and finding peace with people, and I noticed that trend back then in my life.

I wish I still blogged that way-- the way I did before Sarah. In my life I've never had such a thorn I cannot remove and I don't know how to let go of the hurt I have felt from her.

How do you let go of something you never wanted to really grab hold of in the first place?