The Ups and Downs

Yesterday was a long, tough day. The day started out not very good because I was still feeling a little annoyed about something someone said the day before. Then I went to chemistry class where the professor who hates me passed back a lab report with this note on it: "Please make sure you get to lab on time. It disrupts the class and you will miss valuable information. Thanks (I put this same note on several other students lab reports too--Not just yours.)" I don't like doing things wrong, and while it bothered me that she gave me a verbal little scolding for having been a couple minutes late to lab, what bothered me most was that she felt like she had to explain that she wasn't telling this to only me. Whatever.

THEN, because I had a longer break than normal, I went home for lunch. CMB made a comment about the fact that I was on-line all the time. He probably didn't mean it as a judgement, because HE'S on-line all the time too (since he's always emailng me) but it bugged me. Whatever.

THEN, I ran into professor who kindly had to point out I was slightly wrong about something. I hate being wrong, especially when I know the right answer. I merely forgot to include the word "inhibitor" after "reverse transcriptase." Whatever.

THEN, I went to campus where I ran into an old prof who should have been done writing me a recommendation letter for UCSF. It is due on Sunday. I told her about it in April and gave her all the materials (a form, some background info, the guide-lines and an addressed envelope for her convenience) she needed at the end of August. Every time I saw her in September, she would say things like, "I'm working on it this weekend!" or "It's gonna be great. I hope to send it out tonight!" Well yesterday, I casually asked her if she'd sent it out already, thinking that me asking was only a formality, as she certainly had already sent it out knowing how important this was to me. NOPE. I was wrong. She was like, "I thought it was due on October 5th..." NO NO NO. October 1st. OCTOBER FIRST.

If my application does not have all the application materials, it is considered incomplete and will not be reviewed.

I saw my future goals flashing before me eyes as though they would never happen....

So I walked in a fury to the library, blinking back angry tears. I emailed the other two reference letter writers to confirm they'd sent out the letters. I called them both too. I then called my momma to find out about the best way to ensure a Saturday delivery for the stupid late letter (the prof was going to leave it for me that night so I could pick up the pieces for her lack of responsibility and FedEx it to UCSF on Friday morning). Then I ran into my Microbio prof (the one I TA for) and was whining/venting to her about it when she said these little magic words: "I'll write you one tonight." To which I responded with a "Really? But you have a lab until 10pm, and I can't ask you to do that..." But she did. And it was great and perfect and so kind of her to do that for me with such little notice.

I ran back to the library to print out the necessary forms for her (thank god for ubiqutious internet access!). And fortunately, I had kept a few other important documents she would need in my hotmail inbox (thank god for internet based email accounts!).

Her letter definitely added new/good stuff about why I would be an asset to the program. The other flaky prof ended up finishing hers too. I picked them both up this morning and FedEX'd them off with a letter to UCSF explaining why I was sending them (they're supposed to come direct from the profs) and why they were being sent together.

So in a quick turn of fate, everything has ended up all right.

Reply to Comment

I'm not going to be a home-wrecker. I admit that I have a crush on CMB. I admit that I enjoy hanging out with him and that I will continue to be friends with him. I like him too much not too. But I have no disillusions about what this is, and I will most definitely not be "the other woman" with him. That would only hurt me in the end. I don't like to hurt.

Thank you for the advice, though.

Three Questions

Why don't Mexican places deliver?? WHY?

You know those times when we look extra cute in hopes that a certain guy will notice? Well do you think that certain guy ever knows what we're up to??

The other night I had a dream that my grandparent's house was burning down. No one was there but me, and only I knew it was going to burn down. I couldn't see the fire and I didn't know where it was starting, but I knew, in the way you know things in dreams, that there was a fire and it would burn everything and I had a finite amount of time to remove anything of value (by myself). I didn't know where to start but I accepted my limitations. I knew I'd have to leave the piano that has been in the family for forever. I knew I'd have to leave the Grandfather's clock which I love. I knew it was only going to be small things. To me, the most important things in their house are those things associated with memories. So I immediately thought photos. Then I thought my grandmother's jewelry (she's got a ton). But I don't know where the special jewelry is and the photos are spread all over the house. The best photos (of great-grandparents and of my grandparents as kids) are in their hallway. So I was running through the hallway trying to take pictures off the wall. I knew I couldn't get them all in time so I had to prioritize. It was hard...picking a picture featuring one group of cousins over another. And I felt guilty for the decisions I made. Then I remembered there was an attic and I remember something about my mom having stuff from her childhood up in their attic. It was important and I had to get to it but I had very little time left before the fire was going to consume everything. I didn't know how to get up to the attic, and I kept thinking "I'm not saving things fast enough...we're losing stuff and no one is going to remember what these things meant..." It was very stressful.

So what does this dream mean??

The Sagas Continue

Yesterday in my TA session we played Jeopardy. It was so much fun for me because I got to come up with categories and questions, final jeopardy stuff and prizes! The students seemed to really like it and they got very creative with their team names. CMB's team actually won. I was very proud of him. After class he generally packs his stuff up slowly and comes up to talk to me when most of the students have left. Then we walk out together. This time though, since their first big exam is on Thusday, more students had questions and hovered around afterwards. He and I chatted for a second, but then others interrupted. He kind of stood around for another couple of minutes, but then he said he had to go to his next class. I think he felt a little reluctant to leave. Maybe it was just me though. I was reluctant to see him go.

During a break we both have later in the day, I found him sitting with our normal group of friends. He was deep in conversation with two of the other guys. I wanted to interrupt them all and say, "Hey, it's my turn to talk to CMB! We haven't had a chance all day long..." But I just pretended to be busy, shuffling through my bags until they were done. Then we finally were able to talk. Nothing special came of it, but I just love talking to him. When it was time to walk into lecture, he ended up walking in front of me next to another student. The sidewalk was only wide enough for two people to walk next to each other. He looked around for me at one point and slowed down, using his hand to gesture that I should speed up to be next to him. I was all I could do to NOT skip to him. He then told me he wanted to study more with me for one of his other classes.

[Some background info: I didn't tell ya'll this before, and I most certainly will never tell him, but he and I studying together is NOT productive for him. He didn't retain a thing! It's fun--we laugh and chat in-between discussing on-topic material. But he just doesn't remember the stuff we review. The other thing you should know is that he's very smart and he doesn't actually need to study with anyone. He aggress with me that the content is really straightforward, but now he's coming to two tutoring sessions with me even though he gets it and doesn't need help. I believe he only wants to study with me again because it is fun. But since it is also fun for me, who am I to argue with him? Back to the story.]

So when he asked if I could help him out in this other subject, I was thrilled. This means two things: 1) I get to spend more time with him, and 2) he must want to spend more time with me too! I told him I'd love to help him. Then he told me he did well on an exam they just had (he had been worried). I told him I thought that was great and that now I'd have to make him another certificate (I had passed out cheesy awards to the Jeopardy Winners that day and he really liked his! Which is so cute...). He looked at me and smiled, held his hand out and said "okay" as though I had the award to present right then. Since I obviously didn't have one, I just slapped his hand in a way-to-go, high-five kind of way and said, "This will have to do for now." And then we went into lecture.

I get to see him again tonight. I am so excited. I wore a skirt and heels.

When I got home last night, Portland called and we chatted for an hour. I don't think he's bought his ticket yet, but I am fairly certain we're on for the weekend of 10/20. I asked him what he wanted to do and here is the conversation that ensued:

Portland: You don't have to plan anything. We can just do whatever you normally do on a weekend.
Me: Well...I feel like I should plan something. Do you want to go do Disneyland?
Portland: No. I did that when I was 12. Really, don't worry about it. We can figure out things later.
Me: Okay...but it's hard for me not to plan things when it involves out of town guests. I feel like I have to figure out super fantastic fun adventures.
Portland: Really, you don't.
Me: Okay...

I'm going to plan fun stuff anyway.

An IM Three Way

I'll write more later on everything but I just HAVE to share this info with you all.

So CMB and I had a great one on one tutoring thing tonight. I'm pretty certain he likes me. Maybe just as a friend (which is probably for the best), but either way that's okay because I like him. Well tonight after the tutoring he emailed me saying that he had a great time and that I make studying fun for him.

Then I emailed him back saying I had fun too.

Then he emailed me asking if I had an instant messenger. After some small technical difficulties, we've been chatting away.

Funny thing is....the guy I met at the Seattle wedding a few weeks back also saw I was on messenger. I haven't mentioned him on here yet because he lives in Portland. But we've been keeping in touch and he says he wants to come visit me. Well, tonight, of all the nights, he wants to talk about his trip out here. And he wanted to have a more serious conversation. About us and stuff. Nothing "relationship defining" but just more than usual. Until now I was like "I wonder if he'll visit...I hope so" and on the one night where he is ready to book his flight, my CMB and I are busy chatting. It's been fun but stressful. I am literally going back and forth between two messages right now.

In fact, it looks like this:


















NET RESULT OF THE SIMULTANEOUS MESSAGING:

1) I am going to meet CMB at a bar soon. With some of his friends and mine--not just the two of us. This is good because it fits into my plan of "becoming his friend."

2) Portland is coming to visit me on 10/20.

Overheard at the Fluff n' Fold

I went to the laundry room this morning and, as usual, there were many interesting things going on. Here are some of them:

I heard one girl tell another guy, “It’s really hard to get into the program. I had to keep my grades up. I think they require something like a 2.7 to get in.”

I tried not to laugh out loud.

Then, I heard some other woman tell a gay man she had just befriended, “I started to watch Sex and the City. I never watched it when it was on HBO, but now it’s all I can think about. I love it. I feel like Carrie Bradshaw and the other girls are my friends. I am so wrapped up in their lives.”

A little late in the game, but welcome to the bandwagon!

While I was getting my laundry out of the trunk of my car, a man in a white truck was getting ready to pull out of the parking lot. He had just been in the liquor store next door. He said, “You’re not gonna watch all the football on TV today?” I looked at him and wasn’t surprised in the least that he was going to be watching football all day. He had just bought himself some Miller. And he had a big burly beard with a big burly truck. Without being too terribly stereotypical, he looked the part. I was getting out my white high thread count sheets and white Egyptian cotton towels, lovingly patting them into my white hamper. I don’t think I looked the part. Nonetheless, I responded with a smile, “I’m just not that into football.” Then he said, “Well Motor cross starts at around 2pm…” To which I responded, “I’m just not that into Motor cross.” He said something else but I couldn’t really here him due to some street traffic, but it was something along the same lines. I responded, “Yeah, I think I’m just gonna do my laundry.” He chuckled and pulled out.

And finally, someone had left behind an October issue of Cosmo. I flipped through it learning about this fall’s trends and how to pick the perfect blush, when I stumbled across a gem of info. As I’ve mentioned on here before, I really enjoy cravings and obsessions. According to Cosmo, “Every time you have a craving, your brain releases dopamine into your body, which invigorates you to go after the goal. When a barrier…prevents you from getting the target, your brain pumps out extra dopamine, making you superfocused on your hunt.” (Dopamine is a feel-good neurotransmitter). Thanks Cosmo. Now I get it.

The Baby Frog

Here are a couple of baby pictures I want to share. I figured that baby pictures do not go against my anonymity policy, as I look much different now. I was too lazy to scan them at work, so I used my big camera to take pictures of the pictures. And now I feel like I've done a good service too, as I have helped perserve family photos.

I really miss Big Wheels!

This if my first ice-cream cone. And I was hooked from the first taste. See how happy sweets make me?

This is what I do when I pout. Even today. Ask my roommate. Actually, this was on my 3rd birthday, apparently, and I didn't want to cooperate for the camera.

This is how my lucious locks look in the morning. Still. But thankfully, my cheeks are no longer this fat.

I was a traveler from a young age. That or I was threatening to leave 'cause I wasn't getting my way.

Last night I had a wild night of whole-wheat pasta with veggies and TV. I had to go to bed early 'cause today I ran with my running group for the first time in 2 years! We only did nine miles but GOD it felt great. I ran with a slower pace group but I'm really hard on myself (and negative) when it comes to excercise, so running with a group that I know is slower than I run makes me feel a lot less anxious. And since the furthest I've run since my last marathon is 6 miles, I was a bit nervous. But it went well! It was a beautiful day, the weather was perfect, it was great seeing a couple of old running friends again, and of course, hanging out with Miss J was fun too! And, 9 miles is just long enough to get that fabulous runner's high. Now it's noon, I've worked-out, showered, eaten breakfast and consumed weekend-appropriate strong coffee (from a great pastry shop off Wilshire called Almondine). I'm ready to take on the day! Of course, post long run, I enjoy "taking on the day" but doing nothing. And one of those "nothings" included putting up those baby photos on here.

CMB emailed me yesterday asking if I would be interested in tutoring him in another course. I'm his TA for one class, and he already comes to a group tutoring session for that, but this would be an extra, 1 on 1 private tutoring session. Maybe even on a weekend...I'll tutor you long-time, CMB!

Thoughts for a Cold and Cloudy Fall Friday

Since I mentioned earlier this week that it was gonna be a good week because of the premiers of ANTM and Grey's Anatomy, I thought I would tell ya'll what I thought about these two season openers.

ANTM: The girls annoyed me the other night. This is really the first time I've been annoyed by the people on this show. It was just all the screaming and the excitement. I get it--why they're excited and all--but it seemed a little much. Also the interactions they had with one another and Tyra seemed a bit more silly than usual. I couldn't help but wonder maybe there was extra silliness and screaming because of direction from their new network?? But, as usual, the photo challenges were great. I just LOVE LOVE LOVE seeing the photos evolve from concept to finished product. Especially the lighting. We get to see the lighting used when the girls are posing (at least what it looks like through video camera) but then the final photos always look SO good and it makes me wonder, how'd they do that?? I also love how some girls don't look that pretty to me in real life (or, in front of the video camera) but when they're on print? They look like models. It's crazy. And this is why I will continue to put up with overly excited, screaming, swirling girls.

GA: The writing on this show is incredible. I love how they connect the theme of each character's life with the theme (given via voice-over) of the episode. I am always moved. And god....the chemistry between McDreamy and whinny Meredith?? It would be hard for me not to chose him. Even though the obvious and right decision would be to go with the Vet.

BOY NEWS

I have spent a lot more time with the Cute Married Boy from school (henceforth known as CMB)! He walked me to my car the other night and we talked the whole way. And then when we got to my car we stopped and talked for 10 more minutes. We have SO much in common (we both lived overseas as kids, went to an International American School, we both lived in Amsterdam, we share similar opinions on so many things, etc.). And then yesterday, I ran into him during a half hour break. He was studying but he seemed really open to chatting and so we did that for the entire half hour. It was one of those conversations where you don't notice anyone else or anything else around you because you're so darn engrossed. And, in case you're wondering, he's 29. He was surprised to hear that I was 28 (he thought I was younger). MySpace came up and we talked about our pages. He told me where to find his, so last night I did and I emailed him! And today, he has written me back but I can't read the email at work! It is blocked for some reason....oh well. Something big to look forward to tonight!

I have decided to try and befriend CMB, despite my growing crush. Maybe he has a single friend as cool as he is?

AN OBSERVATION

A recurring theme in the TV show House is that people lie. I've discovered that a recurring theme in education is that students don't listen. It pains me how much I see them not listening, not writing things down, not paying attention to the right stuff. And it's annoying how much I have to repeat things...

Blushes and Crushes (and World Unity)

I'm on a big blogging kick these days. It's 'cause I have all this space in my head to think about things that are not application related.

On that note, here are a few things I'd like to share:

1) America's Next Top Model premiers tonight and Grey's Anatomy premieres tomorrow night. This is going to be a good week.

2) My Chemistry teacher hates me. And I don't know why. I am always there, I sit in the front, I participate and I got an almost perfect score on the first exam (only messing up on one section because her instructions were confusing), I am a good student! Teachers generally like good students! The only thing I can think of as to why she dislikes me is because I have corrected her a few times. I was careful to not do it in public though...I went to her office hours and used the whole "maybe I'm confused but I thought...." tactic. Last week she was so mean to me that other students noticed too and it almost made me cry. So after class I asked her if she didn't like it when I asked questions. She got (fake) sweet and said that she sometimes acts gruff because she's focused and doesn't like to get interrupted. What she meant to say was "I don't like it when YOU ask me questions, b*tch!". Whatever. I'm going to get a perfect score on the next friggen test and that will prove something! Not sure what, but something will be proved!

3) My students are whinny. I am a TA for a weed-out course and a prerequisite for the nursing program. There are GPA minimums to get in and many of them need to get an A in this class to move on. I like them though, which is good. They just need to take their anxiousness down a notch.

4) I had to talk about yeast infections to the class the other day. Which meant I had to mention the V word. I am not someone bothered by things like this usually, so I was surprised to find my face getting hot during the discussion. Maybe it's because I generally refer to that area as the punani. Using the actual scientific word, in a class with boys, might have been what caused my blush.

5) I have a crush on one of my students. It won't go anywhere. He's cute and smart and we have a chemistry and he's older than me (he's doing a second degree/career switch too), but he's married and his wife has just survived two major surgeries. So, he's taken AND devoted. Oh and there's that ethics thing too about not getting involved with students...

6) The other day I was waiting for my lab partner to return with a sample of something we were going to play "chemistry" with. I looked up at the students around me and was struck by how diverse the class was. I was pleasantly surprised to realize that there were all kinds of different cultures and races present. Part of that is because this is a JC in California, and part of it is because it's a JC in an urban location, but either way it's nice and I am happy to be going to/working at a school full of such diversity. We are the world. Word.

Application: Check!

I turned in my nursing school application on Friday. Handing it over to the woman at the post-office was hard. I wasn't ready to part with it! But now I feel incredibly relieved. I feel like I have all this time now. I actually don't though. As I fill up my time with more and more things, when something stops or ends, sometimes I feel lost. Like last night, I got home at 8pm after being on campus since 7:30 that morning. I ate dinner, watched an episode of House, washed the dishes, watered the plants and then I was like, "Now what?" even though it was already 9:30. Of course, not knowing what to do was silly because I had chemistry problems to work on, emails to respond to, 100 Years of Solitude to read, photos to edit and upload, and sleep to catch up on. What did I end up doing? Wasting time on myspace, making a CD, and going to bed too late.

I got this email this morning from UCSF, RE: my application. Scary but exciting! Unfortunately, I won't know if I got in until March.

Dear Follow the Frog,

Thank you for your application to the Master’s Entry Program in Nursing for the Summer of 2007.

Please do not reply to this email. The large number of applications and high volume of supporting documentation does not allow us to respond to individual inquiries abut application status. The Office of Student Affairs will be contacting you later in October about the status of your application. If we find that you are missing any necessary supporting documents, we will give you a brief period to submit those documents to our office.

Sincerely,

*****
Office of Student Affairs
UCSF School of Nursing

Photo Clarifications

Just 'cause someone was asking...all the photos I put here on this blog are taken by me (except the ones of Tom Cruise published in Vanity Faire). All the photos on Go Photog Yourself are separated by "contributor." They are either taken by Miss J or by myself (I am known there as "Follow the Frog"). Putting separate entries would make it less easy to differentiate between her pix and mine. And since we'll both be posting on the same topics, it's easier to separate them out that way. I will add some more space between the each photo for drama, and I'll provide info on pix if I think it is relevant. Since this month's posting is about details, I don't think descriptions are necessary. When descriptions are relelvant, I'll be sure to include them as I do on this blog for "Photo of the Week" Posts.

Thanks for your suggestions Wombat. And thanks for checking out the sister blog!

I'm off to help shape the minds of tomorrow.

Photos of the Week

Miss J and I started a photography blog. For your viewing pleasure, please visit Go Photog Yourself. If you don't, I'll kick you.

Palos Verdes during the Golden Hour.













Mount Rainier. Washington from the plane.













Pike's Market in Seattle.














KL's bike (pink) and mine (blue). My bike has cool streamers from the handle bars. That's way better than a flower.

Hot and Cold

I have a tendency to obsess. Until recently, I thought my obsessions were really only food cravings. The most obvious examples being the Trader Joe's Roasted Tomatillo salsa (aka Nectar of the Gods)and last summer's Sushi frenzy. Since most of these obsessions are food items, I just considered them cravings. And unlike some people who seem confused or annoyed by their food cravings, I really enjoy mine. In fact, I love them because indulging in craved items is WAY more fun than just eating any old piece of food.

This summer I realized that I sometimes have similar obsessions for other things. TV shows are another example. I prefer to watch TV series on DVD because it better allows me to get swept up in the characters and their lives. If the show is good, I can watch all the episodes back to back, and that kind of all-consuming obsession is great. It is the same with a good book. I just don't want to put a good book down! And if it's part of a series? Well, let's just say when it's time to re-read Harry Potter, I will talk to ya'll in a month or so.

I was talking with the General the other day and I discovered that I am also this way with guys. Lately I'm very "hot" and "cold" with them. I think this is for two reasons: 1) I am wiser (and older and more realistic?), and 2) I have little patience for such things now because of being busier. Whatever the reason why, if I like I guy--I am in the "hot" stage, I am consumed with thoughts of him and I want contact all the time. And then one day, sometimes inexplicably, I am done. I don't want him any more. It's cold.

Given my emotional bandwidth of late, I really like this hot/cold thing. It makes things fun and exciting! But in typical ML fashion, I do wonder what this says about me psychologically....

In Search of Vanity Fair

I spent this past weekend (plus Friday and Monday) in Seattle (I hope to have a photos of the week up from it soon!). I went with my BF Kim. We stayed with a friend of ours, LR. It was a lot of fun but because of all the time away, last week was too busy and this week is too busy. Again, sleep is becoming something I dream about more than actually experience. Things will be better soon though. I have my first exam tomorrow and my application is almost done. Those two things will lighten my stress load lots.

So I think Suri, the Tom-Kat offspring, is beautiful. There's something unique about her look...Tyra Banks says that sometimes the best beauty is questionable. 'Cause it can make an impression. I'm not sure if it's Suri's look I'm drawn to, or if it's the fabulous photography, but I had to buy the Vanity Fair issue she was featured in. Which is strange for me. I am not particularly interested in the baby off-spring of famous people, and I don't really like the Tom-Katie pairing. But something about these were striking. I especially like the shots of the family overlooking the valley. Great lighting and expressions!

Funny thing was, I saw the photos first on my way out of LA at the airport. I didn't expect to buy the magazine and didn't. But then on the plane I kept thinking about the photos. When I got to Seattle, I decided I wanted to buy my own copy. But everywhere I went in Seattle, all weekend, the magazine was sold out. And in the airport coming back on Monday it was sold out at 5 different stores! I was shocked. I've never experienced a magazine sell-out before. Since I don't normally buy magazines, this felt extremely frustrating. Upon landing in LA, I happened to pass by one of their little airport stores.

For the hell of it I thought I'd ask if they had a copy.

In Seattle the answer I got when I asked this question was: "Sure. It's right over he--wait, looks like we're out!"

In LA, the answer I got was a cold stare and bored head-tilting gesture towards a stack of them in the corner of the store.

I guess it's no great irony that I was able to find Vanity Fair in the land of the superficial and entertainment-driven.












(I couldn't find an illegal internet version of my favorite image, so I included these. I'm sure the whole world has seen them by now but I wanted to be a thorough blogger.)

writing editing editing editing

F*ck! My application essay is 3.5 pages long. Single-spaced. The maximum is 2 pages, double-spaced. I have to cut so much...which is a shame 'cause it's good!

Bummer....

Once Bitten...

Something bit me last night. I don't know what it was but it left a LARGE and VERY ITCHY bite on my back. It looks like this:

To gain some perspective, the brown stuff is the bottom of my hair and the bite sits just above my bathing suit tan line. You can see the edge of my left hand coming around from the side (it was strategically placed across my chest to hide any potential views of my lovely lady lumps).

I don't know about you, but I think this bite seems bigger than what comes from a mosquito. Which means the culprit is probably a spider. And I just don't like to think that a spider could have been crawling on me without me knowing it.

Well, I don't like to think of a spider crawling on me at all.

To avoid what recently happened to the General (she scratched a bite through her jeans so much that she rubbed the skin clear off her leg), I am trying not to scratch it at all. But the problem is it sits right where my bra strap does. So any movement pretty much triggers the histamines kicking it under my skin.

Balls Flying at Your Face

My fall semester schedule is starting to feel "normal." The dust is settling. My stomach feels better and I've managed to keep up with the marathon training too (so far). Two meals a week now come from my trusty crock-pot (how ever did I survive not having one?). And aside from the big application looming over my shoulders, life is quieting down. It helps that I managed to clean all my couch slip-covers, making my white sofa a whiter shade of off-white again. Yes, during times of stress, the Virgo in me feels more in control when things around me are in order. Or to borrow a quote from the movie Clueless, "It gives me a sense of control in a world filled with chaos." She was so not clueless.

(SIDEBAR: It was also really funny when one of the characters said that she couldn't participate in any sports where balls fly at her face!)

Now, since my life is not all that interesting at the moment, I wanted to point you all in the direction of someone's life who is. Charming but Single*, a link on the left, has been dating someone she refers to as The Nurse for the past couple of months. I have loved reading about their relationship. And I am very sad to hear where it seems to be going.

If you want to read about a summer romance that seems to be ending in a way all us girls have experienced and will NEVER understand, please check out her blog.



* I don't feel like linking anything. Really, just move the mouse to the left and click on Charming but Single.

The 28 Year Old Slow Down

I think my metabolism has slowed down. I blame it on the fact that I am now 28. Which is just two years shy of the big 3-0. It's not that I've gained weight--I haven't--it's that I can't lose it as fast as I used to. When I set my mind of losing weight in the past, and REALLY ate well/exercised, it was easy. I could even eat well during the week, splurge on the weekend, and still lose. But not any more....I think I need to eat well all the time now. Which just sucks.

I like fattening food. It tastes so good.

Today I am working on my "goal statement" for my NP application. My stomach hurts. I think I'm nervous....

I wish I had more exciting things to share but I don't. Oh, next week I'm going to a wedding in Seattle though. That should be fun....and hopefully, there'll be some good stories to share from it. I don't generally like weddings but I am going with my best friend and staying with another friend while we're there. So the weekend itself will be lots of fun. And as for the actual wedding stuff, well, I don't mind just throwing back the champagne and taking it all in. I have a fabulous new short black dress to wear. It's very "Twiggy meets Jackie O." Nothing can be bad when you're sporting a chic dress and sipping bubbly.