Monday, September 30, 2013

Every time I end up here by accident I regret the fact that I stopped bloggin ... And I'm grateful that I ever blogged at all. So grateful. Pieces of my life preserved. No better feeling that an permanent archive of growing up. In other news ... I'm a nurse. A registered nurse. And I do kick ass, just like I planned. I work myself to the point of physical and emotional exhaustion. Some days I wake up and think, "I'm killing myself for $26.00 an hour, give or take overtime and a shift differential." This makes me unhappy. Little boys dying also make me unhappy. Drug users make me unhappy. Taking on more responsibility makes me unhappy. But my life. My life is good. Better than good. No, I won't trade. Yes, I probably won't update for another two years. This is Funky, and that is all.

Friday, May 06, 2011

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.

Wednesday, June 17, 2009

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.

Wednesday, March 11, 2009

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.

Tuesday, March 10, 2009

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.

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