S.O.S = Stamp Out Stubble

So, getting older has its perks.

ANNND, it totally bites.

People stop growing hair in places where there's SUPPOSED to be hair, and they start growing it in places it REALLY shouldn't grow. That's just all wrong.

One of my biggest fears is being that girl with the beard or an obviously over-bleached mustache. YIKES.

So, last night, I was laying in bed, "not doing laundry", and I asked Will if I had a mustache. He laughed, and answered no, even though I made him look closely twice! Sure, my Dad can't grow a mustache if he tried, but that doesn't mean I'm not!

When I asked him if he'd tell me if I did have one, he replied honestly that he would. "But, how would you tell me?" I asked.

He pondered and started to reply, "Dude...."

HAHAH.
Man I love that man.

Just Remember

It will be hard, but it will be good. It wont be hard forever.

Today's Classified Section

Wanted: Maid. For immediate hire. Female.. but must be ugly. Salary negotiable-- extremely flexible pay: ranging from nada to zilch. Duties include dishes, vacuuming, laundry, changing bedsheets, picking up toys, and any other job that the boss decides she doesn't want to do right now.

Personal Ads: Married, White Female seeks more time with Married, White Male for occasional conversations and walks along the beach. Bringing female to beach within the next month or two a must. Female desires more time with specific male; blond (slightly going grey a MUST), tall, great body, painter/drywaller extraordinaire, answers to the name of Will E. McSpanky. (PS- where in the heck did the McSpanky part come from anyways?! lol)

Found: time between homework and housework. Interesting how those are so similar, yet not. It's wonderful finding time... To have a shower. To bath my kids the way kids WANT to be bathed-- including toys, bubbles, and a mother who sings songs about washing hair.

For Sale: As- is. One nasty pristine blue carpet from the front room. Still like new: Never been washed! Owner no longer needs it as new flooring has been (and is still currently being) installed. Carpet has seen much love, including two sets of kittens who, apparently, REALLY enjoyed a hidden corner behind the couches. Cat-pee smell and stains included. Limited time offer, as male-owner will be using it as a border for the outside icerink. Available for theft removal from backyard immediately.

Free To A Good Home: Set of teenage daughters. Both sets include: Fantastic singer, incredibly beautiful. Enjoys phones and boys and clothes. Comes with accessories (great sense of style, piles and piles of makeup, superb sense of humour) Set A: Good child. Happy, slightly eccentric. Good older sister. Talented. Set B: verbally confusing, often prone to leaking from the eyes. Set A: Smart child. Set B: Smart mouth. verbally vomits on parents/boys/whoever's listening. Set A: Able to achieve top grades in school. Set B: failing classes because of apathy. Set A: Plays piano. Set B: Plays boys. EDIT After Publish: Set A no longer available for sale. Set B price reduced!

SWS- Nursing

I was totally made for this!!!


(play along with Cate at showmyface.com and put down YOUR Six Word Saturday post)

What the "deuce"?!

So, I'm bound by these crazy things called "ethics" and "FOIP" and junk like that, so I can't tell you all the totally cool things I'm doing in my clinical for school. Rest assured, I am loving it. Sure, we aren't technically DOING anything yet; I've seriously spent a month of school learning how to properly wash hands, and, just today, how to properly make a bed.

Washing hands seems soooo easy, but I honestly have a midterm exam on doing it properly! I know, right?! My poor 'bingers' (Mimi's word for fingers) are cracking and dry from the antiseptic hand soaps and junk, but I tell ya, they're clean enough to eat off of! ;P
har har

You know, you'd think I'd be all nonchalant about germs and junk when I'm so obviously clean from washing my hands so often, but it's getting super wierd how paranoid I am getting about everything. I sit at a desk and instantly wonder what nasty pathogenic cuplrits sat there before me. The whole idea of going to clinical and touching a freaking PEN scares the ship out of me! What is ON that pen!?!?!?! ew.

And making a bed?! DONT GET ME STARTED. Now I'm all grossed out that I probably haven't washed my sheets in a week or two (whatever, judgy Mc Judgersons, I've been a bit busy lately and the last thing I think of when I fall INTO that germy bed is NOT about the germs.).... besides, even if I DID clean the sheets... Will and I...well...you know.... do I honestly have to finish this sentence?! And don't even-- I know LOTS of couples that are like that. For reals, peeps, what is the dealio with the need to be dirty in a clean bed?! Good times.

Yep. I'm officially beyucked (new word. Patent) by what could possibly be residing on this keyboard. Or the lightswitches. Or...

OH.

EM.

GEE.

the toilets at the college.

It is a sad moment when I realize that I have to use it. I leave my house by 7am most mornings (earlier some others) and don't get back home until after 4:30 or so. I am NOT the "poop-once-a-day" girl. I am happy to report to ya'll that I am a proud pooper. Apparently, Paul Plakas thinks poopin' a few times a day is healthier anyways, so, Paul, this poop's for you. I can NOT wait until I am home. I know a few 'paranoid poopers' who seriously would rather injure themselves than use a public pooh-pot, but me? Nope. When there's a turtle, I let it hit the fan. (okay, so there's no fans in the bathroom.. and I am NOT the only public pooper at the college, so some days, there really SHOULD be a fan. Seriously. light a match.)

Only in the nursing program will you be studying for a test with your girlfriends and the topic of pooping will come up. I mean, defecation.

that us.

jealous, aren't cha?!

Music that makes me smile

Most people know I'm a music-girl. I like all sorts of music, I know a million songs about a million things that are usually totally random and rediculous, but still. In fact, just the other day, Em made up something on Facebook like, "writing my own story", and, believe it or not, I broke into a song in front of her with those exact words. She sat at the table dumbfounded, probably thinking I was making it up as I went or something. I also like to think that her laugh was of sheer joy at my amazing skillz, and nothing whatsoever to do with the dance I broke out into. Whatever that dumbfounded look was for, it didn't go unnoticed. Which in itself entertains me, as I used to think the same thing of my father when he'd sing ridiculous lyrics that I didn't believe were real. And no, I was never laughing at anything he did-- it only encouraged him! ;) (love ya pop-sicle)



I mean, who knows a song about chewing gum that loses its flavour? Well... I do!!! *YOUTUBE VIDEO HERE*



Or, without my father, would I have known a song about playing with a chainsaw? Like this one: *YOUTUBE VIDEO HERE*



Country songs are classic for funny words. Like this one!



Yah. I know songs about blue kleenexes, camels named Clyde, and even 'historical' songs about Colonel Custer! ;)



Some silly songs I relate to times in my life. Some I relate to people. Some songs just bring a smile to my face...

A new song I relish:



*YOUTUBE HERE*

So, when you hear a funky song with recockulous lyrics, just sit back and smile. Think of me. Imagine the dance. You HAVE to imagine the dance.

Yay and Boo - 2010 fall edition

Okay,
Nay. seriously, I have NO time to be here on the computer. But I hate not posting for so long! And really- there isn't much 'news' to put up anyways.

Nay AND Yay! I've been so occupied with readings and homework that blogging or all the good, fall TV shows are taking quite a backseat. I have too much to do like laundry and all that. Thankfully everything I'm reading is fascinating and exciting to me.

Yay. Thankfully, I am no longer a 'psuedo'mother to 5 adorable kittens. We managed to off all of them on unsuspecting poor fools who took them from us FOR FREE from the front of the grocery store. Nothing says "take my adorable kitten" like my three little monkeys at the doors, holding them. So yay for no more kittens.

Yay that I'll be taking the cat in this week to be 'fixed'. er.... broken... whatever. Potatoe potahto.

Yay that I handed in my first nursing paper. It was on people of a different culture, so Will to me out to the Hudderite colony where I interviewed a family on their health and cultural beliefs. After writing the paper, I got it back. The teacher gave me 100%!! And even asked to use my paper as an example for future classes! I am relieved that my being out of school for 12 years or so isn't totally kicking my trash. BIG YAY.

SUPER yay that I got out of that horrid English class I disliked so badly. And hopefully there's another Yay coming up in a day or two when I should find out about the Biology. Less work = more time with my family.

Nay. My home renos are stalled, currently. It's a work-able kitchen, with appliances and running water, so I'm doing fine with that right now. Since I'm not home all day, it's not really getting under my skin anyways. And Will has SOOOOO much work right now that I'm happy when he just comes home and chills with me.

Yay. I got a new calling for my church. I am the music director in the Relief Society (women's organization). Will is the secretary for the Elder's Quorum, so he has his hands full with that too. House renos will have to wait.

Yay. I have this gym class at school. They're making us do 21-days of change, where we have to change something about our health, journal it each day, and report on is after the 21 days are done. You guys know me-- I'm a juice junkie. Me and my Redbull have quit our love affair and my 21-days of change is about me drinking WATER and only WATER. Boo. I miss flavour and carbonation. But I know it's a really good change for me... even if it sounds ridiculous to most. You guys know I do NOT drink water. ew. I'm on day 9. .... it's going to be a LOOOONG 21 days!!!

Nay. When I went to get my readings done last night, my little Em came into my room to talk about boys and all that. A few hours later, Will and I were feeling copious amounts of anxiety and frustration and fear.. It is NO fun having a teenage daughter. She's such an amazing young woman, though, I just hope she figures that out about herself sooner than later. I remember being her-- EXACTLY like her, at that age, and my heart hurts just knowing what she's going through. Heartache sucks. Finding a personal testimony with so much opposition sucks. Giving into peer pressure sucks. Feeling like you're all alone sucks. As parents, Will and I are realizing more and more each day our role in developing our children's spirituality. As I heard in church yesterday, these children born to us already have a stronger testimony than we do-- it's just our job to help them unwrap it.

Forget school papers and assignments and all that-- dealing with the knowledge that I'm building a spirit is FAR more work than I'd imagined. And, lucky for me, I have a SUPER partner to do it with. Yay.