Blink. I'm gone.
Blink again. I'm in school.
Blink once more. I'm a graduate nurse.
Soon, after a few more blinks, I'll pass my boards and be an actual RN.

And in between the blinks I found some weaknesses, drew upon the strengths of others, stayed in love, fell in love, got confused, and sorted it out.

This is my life. It's not normal, but it's easy when I stop worrying about what everyone else might think when I'm not around to hear their thoughts.


This is Funky, and that is all.

Hi Blake

Welcome to the domain that still archives all my thoughts coursing over several years. I knew you couldn't resist the urge once I gave you the secret password.

Suggestion: Start from the beginning. It's a lot like cruising through my flickr stream ... the transition is visible.

And if I say anything you are offended by, check the date. I've grown up a lot since before you know me.

Ti voglio bene,
Funky

This is Funky, and that is all.

Confessions of a Procrastinator

Today ... I feel like it got dark too soon. I spent the entire day focused, or so I thought, on the right things. But here it is almost 11 p.m. and I haven't accomplished a fraction of what I needed to in order to stay on top of my class.

Oh, right. I've been away. You didn't know.

I'm taking Anatomy and Physiology II this semester. It's hard. Really hard. And it takes a lot of time. A.Lot.Of.Time.

Anyhow, I'm never ahead, always scrapping at the last minute (yes, scrapping ... as in fighting) to prepare for this or that. I'm not one of those "study at the last minute" kind of students ... but it always seems like the tests come up so fast that I've barely had time to prepare in advance. So I fumble and struggle and probably lay the foundation for some mighty fine ulcers ...

And it's kinda dumb of me to complain about not having enough time to do it all when I'm sitting here blogging AGAIN...

But I type so much faster than I can comprehend these chapters ... and everyone needs a break now and again.

So I'll raise my glass to a better and more productive day tomorrow...

... and pray we don't have a pop quiz in the meantime.

This is Funky, and that is all.

Is this thing on?

I stopped. I start.

Stay tuned is a cliche. So I'll just fill you all in now.

I quit my job and started school. I'm going to be a fan-fucking-tabulous nurse. You just wait and see.

I am utterly in love with myself. My life is that good. Yes, the economy has me eating a lot of pb&js, but I don't give a shit. I like peanut butter. A lot.

I finally have friends again after all these years of moving away from all of them. I have real friends that I can text and giggle with, that I can act stupid in public with, that I can cry to or complain to ... and I love them. I have managed to surround myself with the coolest people, and I'm grateful every day that they think I'm cool enough to be seen with.

I'm still married to the LoveBug ~ why wouldn't I be? He is truly amazing and absolutely refuses to let me fuck this up. He recovered from his broken leg and now runs marathons and and enters triathlons.

LighteningBug is graduating high school this year. She has been accepted to a few of her choice schools. We are praying she chooses the one around the corner as opposed to the one up north.

CadiBug is in her junior year and has transfered to an charter high school that has classes on the community college campus. She is dual enrolled, so technically she's both a high school junior AND a college freshman. She is still amazingly creative, and she has picked up a camera. For that, please stay tuned.

CuddleBug is in tenth grade, and we all hope he moves on to 11th. He has given us quite the year. He is still cuddly and loveable, but he is also a little boy in a big boy world. He's trying to solve that dilemma by looking in all the wrong places. I will personally rid the world of every last one of them before I'll see that bright child go down.

I never took that cross country trip with the Brit. But you knew that.

And I have found my fire, my words, my passion for life. I'm pretty sure I didn't find it in my pre-nursing school text books, but regardless ...

I have to clean up that sidebar. And those posts that have lost their linky lovin'. I'll get around to it. Right now, just let me enjoy writing again :)

This is Funky, and that is all.

Housekeeping

I was just wandering around here this evening, and I can tell you that this place needs a swift stiff broom and some fresh air.

Unfortunately all I have right now is a nice stiff martini and a lot of hot air.

But after reading this and that spanning almost three years, I realize that's exactly what I like about my writing. Yeah, I said that. "I like my writing." I also like my singing voice, and I like pictures of myself that don't make me look old or fat. Thank God for photoshop on the last one.

I'm going to write for awhile again, and for the time being, I'm disabling comments. I'll put an e-mail address at the end if you really want to bitch at me, but I can't come back here and do what I do if I'm waiting to see what you'll say about it.

But I'm going to start writing again because my life is a freaking whirlwind. I'm only remotely surprised when my husband says, "yes, please take off work and drive across the country with that British guy".

And you know you want to hear about that, right?

Yeah? Bugger off then... I sure as hell want to write about it... plus I want to pick up more British insults like twat and fecker.

This is Funky, and that is all.


Okay... so I can't remember my Haloscan password. But I'm NOT reading comments. Okay, I'll read them, maybe... but I'm NOT going to acknowledge that I read them. Nope. Not gonna read 'em.