or.....do it yourself ;)
1) Smile.
Even the ugliest girl in the world lights up when she smiles. Genuine smiles bring twinkles to eyes. And if you walk around randomly smiling imagine the looks you will get! Don't worry, they REALLY aren't thinking, "Wow...she's nuts." "What the heck is she smiling about." They are thinking, "Wow...she's got a great smile." And when the look around they are not trying to find what you are smiling at. They are trying to make sure no one else sees you so that you will be ALL theirs. :D Oh and they are definitely not looking at the strawberry seed stuck in between your two front teeth. Just think of that seed as smile enhancement. Smile on girlfriend!
2) Hair Toss
There is nothing better than a good hair toss. All you have to do is grab a tuft of hair...and then throw it out of your face. Let those locks flow loosely. It will drive a man nuts. Make sure you are grabbing your hair and not his. Oh and if you are grabbing his hair, you are either way too close for a hair toss or you are dating a guy with long hair. If that floats your boat go for it. I am not one for long hair though.
Speaking of long hair, the hair toss is especially effective if you have longer hair. However, do not toss your hair if the guy is two feet behind you and you have three feet of hair. That would make him hate you. No man wants a mouth full of hair. Neither would I. He might take it as a sign that you are telling him he needs more protein. No man wants to know his flaws right off the bat.
If you use Herbal Essence it makes the hair toss more fun. The smell radiates off it and permeates the whole room. I wonder if you drink Herbal Essence it will have the same effect...
3) Talk to him
It's ok. He won't bite. I promise. He looks scary. He looks like he will break you in half....with his eyes....but he can't. That would be unlawful. He'd go to jail. And if he is a good guy, he will be all for staying out of jail. Don't shake. If you start to shake your whole body will shake and then your voice will shake and then it will break and he will think you are singing to him. Just make little bits of eye contact and talk. Focus on him. Join in. Don't stutter. No one will understand a word you said.
Keep your knees loose...you don't want to faint. Do some random knee bends before talking to him. That is good. Pick up an invisible pen off the floor. Then go up and talk to him.
If you say something stupid...laugh...chances are he is not walking away thinking, "Wow...that was the worst conversation in the world." It is more like, "She can laugh at herself. That is self confidence."
Remember....breath...air is a good thing. Oxygen is your friend. Wait...slow down your breathing. Don't hyperventilate. You'll faint. Then they will take you to the ER and you will wake up fine. And then you REALLY feel like an idiot.
4) BEEEEEEEEEEEEE yourself.
Honestly, ladies, do you really want to act like someone else for someone you like? Sure he might like you back but he really not like you. He will like the fake you. Then you have to act the whole time you are with him. It is way too much work. Hey if you are up for the challenge I guess you can go for it. I am lazy. I want the guy to like me for me. He doesn't have to like EVERYTHING about me. I am annoying. Everyone is to some extent. You get over it though.
Plus, do you really want to end up in a psych ward for something that you really don't have? If you end up suddenly changing from fake girl to real girl then you might be put there for sudden altered mental status, drug detox or sudden personality change.
5) Blushing is ok.
Girl, that is a natural response. Don't comment on it. It will make you redder. Oh and if someone else mentions it don't dwell on it. Oh and don't lie...it is blushing...you did not get wind burn when the wind is blowing at negative 12 MPH outside. Just blush and be down with it. Try not to think about it. It will make you embarrassed and then you won't focus on the task at hand....interaction. DO NOT and I mean DO NOT tell him you are blushing. That is awkward. Furthermore, do not excuse yourself from interaction. Blushing is not an excuse. Your face starting on fire is an excuse. Blushing is not. Play it cool. Continue interaction. Then when the interaction is over, go hide.
6) Have fun
It is not everyday that you get to have your heart flutter and your knees quake. Butterflies in your stomach is an awesome feeling. Let it happen. Enjoy it. It is awesome. Even if it doesn't work out in the end, it was fun right?
Ok, so if it doesn't work out you are crushed and yeah it hurts. But it is ok. That is why it is called a crush right? There are like...a bazillion guys out there. Someone is bound to turn up and your crushing will start all over again.
So here's meeting people and trying out the techniques. Don't worry, I have tested them and they all work without fail.
Ok, actually I lied. I have not tested them. But nothing is saying that you can't! GO FOR IT! WOOO!! In any situation, happy dating. Go get 'em tiger...and all that jazz.
Till next time,
Magpie
Now class...what did you learn today?
Well this week was lesson week for Magpie.
1) Your car is not a safety zone.
You are not invisible in your car. I can see you pick your nose. That is just disgusting. Don't do that. Singing and dancing will provide entertainment not only for you but to other drivers around you. When you act like a rockstar in the car, everyone sees you. They do not think you are a rockstar. They think that you are crazy. But that is ok, we all know that you are not crazy. Well maybe a little. At least you are not THAT crazy. If you dance just be aware that you will get some interesing stares from your neighboring drivers. However, don't let that bother you. Dance on, Queen, dance on. They will never forget you even if you don't know them. Nice, huh? Maybe in a way you are a rockstar.
2) Water is an important entity to life.
Skimping on your water for a week is not a good idea. You will be all shirveled and gross feeling. You lips will be ready to fall off. Trying to catch up by bolus dosing yourself with 2-3 liters a day is also not good. You will be spending most of your time trying to find the nearest bathroom because you kidneys are really going to kick in. You will float away. Yeah, hypothetically not literally but you get the picture.
Water is also very important for bathing. Perfume and body spray can only cover up so many days worth of filth before you actually need to shower. Soap is useless without water. I suggest lathering up with plenty of water. Mind you I didn't put this to the test but I could mention a list of people who really need to recognize this fact.
3) Remember your parking spot.
Ok this wasn't from this past week but it is still an important lesson yet for me to learn. It is important to look competent when at your workplace. Especially if the workplace involves the lives of human beings. Losing your car in a 4 level small parking garage is not very encouraging to the people around you. Furthermore, when you still cannot find you car after covering the levels of the parking garage you really should sit down and think. When you finally find your car, it is important to note where the exit is. It really looks stupid if you go in a circle on yellow level three times because you cannot find the exit on blue level. Also, how you end up exiting on green level one floor beneath blue level is beyond me but good job. If anyone catches you, it is good to laugh it off. It will just put them at a little more ease when they see you walk into their room with an angiocath to start their IV.
4) Frozen Water is not an important entity to life.
In fact, it can be downright detrimental. The fact that you slipped once on a thin sheet of invisible ice just might be a hint or warning sign that you should slow down. I am sure that you do not want to land on your butt...twice. Instead, take it slow. People are watching you even when you don't realize it. It is better to be slow and sure rather than make a complete fool out of yourself and slip...twice.
1) Your car is not a safety zone.
You are not invisible in your car. I can see you pick your nose. That is just disgusting. Don't do that. Singing and dancing will provide entertainment not only for you but to other drivers around you. When you act like a rockstar in the car, everyone sees you. They do not think you are a rockstar. They think that you are crazy. But that is ok, we all know that you are not crazy. Well maybe a little. At least you are not THAT crazy. If you dance just be aware that you will get some interesing stares from your neighboring drivers. However, don't let that bother you. Dance on, Queen, dance on. They will never forget you even if you don't know them. Nice, huh? Maybe in a way you are a rockstar.
2) Water is an important entity to life.
Skimping on your water for a week is not a good idea. You will be all shirveled and gross feeling. You lips will be ready to fall off. Trying to catch up by bolus dosing yourself with 2-3 liters a day is also not good. You will be spending most of your time trying to find the nearest bathroom because you kidneys are really going to kick in. You will float away. Yeah, hypothetically not literally but you get the picture.
Water is also very important for bathing. Perfume and body spray can only cover up so many days worth of filth before you actually need to shower. Soap is useless without water. I suggest lathering up with plenty of water. Mind you I didn't put this to the test but I could mention a list of people who really need to recognize this fact.
3) Remember your parking spot.
Ok this wasn't from this past week but it is still an important lesson yet for me to learn. It is important to look competent when at your workplace. Especially if the workplace involves the lives of human beings. Losing your car in a 4 level small parking garage is not very encouraging to the people around you. Furthermore, when you still cannot find you car after covering the levels of the parking garage you really should sit down and think. When you finally find your car, it is important to note where the exit is. It really looks stupid if you go in a circle on yellow level three times because you cannot find the exit on blue level. Also, how you end up exiting on green level one floor beneath blue level is beyond me but good job. If anyone catches you, it is good to laugh it off. It will just put them at a little more ease when they see you walk into their room with an angiocath to start their IV.
4) Frozen Water is not an important entity to life.
In fact, it can be downright detrimental. The fact that you slipped once on a thin sheet of invisible ice just might be a hint or warning sign that you should slow down. I am sure that you do not want to land on your butt...twice. Instead, take it slow. People are watching you even when you don't realize it. It is better to be slow and sure rather than make a complete fool out of yourself and slip...twice.
5) Chocolate is really not that great.
Ok, this is not true. There is no way that this can be true. No way. Chocolate is totally awesome! It makes your brain think, it is rich in antioxidants. Chocolate is really great.
6) Chocolate is really great.
Oh....yeah.....:cool:
7) Parting on the right rather than the left produces better results.
One side of my head looks better than the other. It is just the way that I have to use my hands to style my hair. The right side is more awkward to manipulate. So the less hair to work with on that side is easier to deal with rather than have a whole bunch of hair. The left side is easier so if I do everything for that side then everything will be a-ok.
NEW TOYS!!!!!!!!!!!!
Yeppers Yeppers!!!!
Magpie's got some new toys :D :D :D
Two new lenses, an IR filter and a new camera bag :D
Woot
Magpie
Magpie's got some new toys :D :D :D
Two new lenses, an IR filter and a new camera bag :D
Woot
Magpie
Help me! I can't find my car!
I have always had hand me down cars. Not that anything was bad with that. I quite enjoyed it. Actually each car I have holds a special place in my heart. ^.^ I know...I am weird. However, they do. They each had something special about them. And I have so many memories of them.
My first car was a Tempo. It was tan and it was from my Great Uncle. It was my very first car. It was so old school. It had the seat belts that would slide across you at the top and then you had to buckle the bottom. The rear view mirror had come off and the air conditioning went out. It was older so things happen. I took my driver's test in that car. My driver's test...was not so great. Don't get me wrong. My driving is fine. The day of, my dad put the rear view mirror back on.
"Now, sit down so that you can adjust it."-Dad
"ok" *Adjusts mirror*
"Ok, now don't touch it again when you get in the car because it might fall off again."-Dad
"Ok."
Oh so ghetto.... :)
I got to the driver's facility thingy and I waited in line. There were several people doing the driver's exam at that time. Of course, I get the crabby one. We get into the car and I start it.
"Ok, I am in. Let's get the air conditioning going in here or something." She rudely demands.
"I am sorry, there is no air conditioning."
"Yeah there is, right there."
"It does not work."
"Are you kidding? *irritated sigh* Fine let's just get this over with."
Luckily little words were said and I passed my driver's exam. YAY! MAGPIE CAN DRIVE!
Unfortunately for the car, the speedometer broke a couple of months later. Then the engine went. :( We got rid of my precious first car. My only living object left is a leather key chain that was on the key ring to the car.
My second car was a hand me down from my grandpa. It was a Buick Roadmaster. Yes, it was a huge station wagon, maroon with wood paneling. My grandpa could not drive anymore. I had the privelege of driving his car. My grandpa was really into cars. He had two model A's. He really loved this station wagon too. It was his pet. When he learned that I would be getting his car, he pulled me over to the window and said, "Magpie, that car is a great car. Even when everything else in this world let's you down, that car will not. That car is you best friend." Well, the Roadmaster became oadmaster on one side and Roadmaste on the other. The speedometer gave out. The gas gauge went, the rubber siding came off, the pastic door part flew off, and then the transitor went out. Finally, after the front emblem was pulled off, it died. It drove like a tank, looked like a boat but was my companion for so long.
deceit
I even had my first ticket in that car. The speedometer broke and I couldn't tell my speed. I was in the dark, no one was around me so I couldn't gauge my speed. A cop pulled me over. :( It was not a happy day for me.
*sirens*
"Do you know how fast you were going?"
"No officer. I have no speedometer. It is broken."
*insert tears here*
"Uh...you should really get that fixed."
"Yes, my dad and I are going to work on it."
"Yeah....here is your ticket."
So after a great deal of embarrassment, I managed to pay the ticket, take the class and now I have a clean record. By the way, crying does not help.
That car was really an awesome car. Honestly, how many people in the world own a maroon Roadmaster with wood paneling? No one.
Yep that car was awesome. My grandpa was really into cars. He had two model A's. He really loved this Station wagon too. When he learned that I would be getting his car, he pulled me over to the window and said, "Magpie, that car is a great car. Even when everything else in this world let's you down, that car will not. That car is you best friend."
Well, the rubber siding came off, and the door part came off, and the speedometer broke, the gas gauge broke, and then transmission gave out...oh that is a funny story.
Well, almost no one. There was this time when I went to school and parked in the same parking lot I had for the past few years. I go to class, come back to leave for home and try to open the car door. Now I never locked my car doors. That was jut how I rolled. In fact, I would love to see someone try to steal anything out of that car or steal the car itself. Honestly, there was nothing in there. Anyway, the car was locked. What the heck? So I pull out my keys and go to unlock the car door. It was not opening. So here I am with my arms full of books trying to open my car and the car was not opening. As I am struggling with the task at hand I look up and see another station wagon like mine: maroon, wood paneling, everything. I look at the car before me. It too was maroon, had wood paneling....only it was clean inside. And it had the full Roadmaster on the side rather than oadmaster like mine. Oh and it had the front emblem on it too...mind didn't. Slowly I withdrew my key from the door and backed up away from the vehicle. I think briskly walked over to my station wagon and jumped in. How embarrassing...
That was really the only time I "lost" a car until recently. I now own a Scion TC in sizzling crimson...:cool: Very awesome...very sleek....very.....Magpie. Well the other day was a late night at work. It was not the best of days and I was ready and dying to get home. So I usually park on the blue level of the parking garage. I walk there dead tired and look around. My TC is nowhere to be seen. "Oh, I parked on yellow today." I thought to myself and I went back to the stairwell and walked up to yellow level. I came out and walked around the whole yellow level. Still no TC. So I go back to the stairwell and go up to red level which is the roof. I stopped. No, I know I didn't park on the roof. I would have know if I parked on the roof. So down to yellow level I go. I was so confused. How do I lose a vehicle that cost me an arm and a leg and is bigger than any other object I own?
Once on yellow level I walk out and begin to walk the whole garage. I meet one of the residents who is just getting off her shift.
"Hi." I said to the resident.
"Hey, how are you doing?"
"Ok, I am looking for my car....again."
"Oh....maybe you should call security."
"Oh no no no....I don't want to do that. It is here somewhere. I will find it."
"Um...ok...." the resident laughed. She is cool.
So off to her car she goes and embarrassed Magpie roams the empty cold dark parking garage in search for her car. Well not dark. It is will lit. Anyway, I finally found my car. It was on the up ramp going to the yellow level.
I am relieved that I found my car. I get in turn it on and start to drive toward the exit. Yet the exit is not there. So around I go. I thought I went up. Instead I went in one big circle. Again, no exist.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!" I yelled in my car as I stood at a stop in the garage. I regained my composure and pressed the gas pedal once again. I made carefully sure that I was truly going the right way this time. Down the ramp I went and made my way out of the garage....it was the wrong exist but at least I got out...alive.
Magpie
My first car was a Tempo. It was tan and it was from my Great Uncle. It was my very first car. It was so old school. It had the seat belts that would slide across you at the top and then you had to buckle the bottom. The rear view mirror had come off and the air conditioning went out. It was older so things happen. I took my driver's test in that car. My driver's test...was not so great. Don't get me wrong. My driving is fine. The day of, my dad put the rear view mirror back on.
"Now, sit down so that you can adjust it."-Dad
"ok" *Adjusts mirror*
"Ok, now don't touch it again when you get in the car because it might fall off again."-Dad
"Ok."
Oh so ghetto.... :)
I got to the driver's facility thingy and I waited in line. There were several people doing the driver's exam at that time. Of course, I get the crabby one. We get into the car and I start it.
"Ok, I am in. Let's get the air conditioning going in here or something." She rudely demands.
"I am sorry, there is no air conditioning."
"Yeah there is, right there."
"It does not work."
"Are you kidding? *irritated sigh* Fine let's just get this over with."
Luckily little words were said and I passed my driver's exam. YAY! MAGPIE CAN DRIVE!
Unfortunately for the car, the speedometer broke a couple of months later. Then the engine went. :( We got rid of my precious first car. My only living object left is a leather key chain that was on the key ring to the car.
My second car was a hand me down from my grandpa. It was a Buick Roadmaster. Yes, it was a huge station wagon, maroon with wood paneling. My grandpa could not drive anymore. I had the privelege of driving his car. My grandpa was really into cars. He had two model A's. He really loved this station wagon too. It was his pet. When he learned that I would be getting his car, he pulled me over to the window and said, "Magpie, that car is a great car. Even when everything else in this world let's you down, that car will not. That car is you best friend." Well, the Roadmaster became oadmaster on one side and Roadmaste on the other. The speedometer gave out. The gas gauge went, the rubber siding came off, the pastic door part flew off, and then the transitor went out. Finally, after the front emblem was pulled off, it died. It drove like a tank, looked like a boat but was my companion for so long.
deceit
I even had my first ticket in that car. The speedometer broke and I couldn't tell my speed. I was in the dark, no one was around me so I couldn't gauge my speed. A cop pulled me over. :( It was not a happy day for me.
*sirens*
"Do you know how fast you were going?"
"No officer. I have no speedometer. It is broken."
*insert tears here*
"Uh...you should really get that fixed."
"Yes, my dad and I are going to work on it."
"Yeah....here is your ticket."
So after a great deal of embarrassment, I managed to pay the ticket, take the class and now I have a clean record. By the way, crying does not help.
That car was really an awesome car. Honestly, how many people in the world own a maroon Roadmaster with wood paneling? No one.
Yep that car was awesome. My grandpa was really into cars. He had two model A's. He really loved this Station wagon too. When he learned that I would be getting his car, he pulled me over to the window and said, "Magpie, that car is a great car. Even when everything else in this world let's you down, that car will not. That car is you best friend."
Well, the rubber siding came off, and the door part came off, and the speedometer broke, the gas gauge broke, and then transmission gave out...oh that is a funny story.
Well, almost no one. There was this time when I went to school and parked in the same parking lot I had for the past few years. I go to class, come back to leave for home and try to open the car door. Now I never locked my car doors. That was jut how I rolled. In fact, I would love to see someone try to steal anything out of that car or steal the car itself. Honestly, there was nothing in there. Anyway, the car was locked. What the heck? So I pull out my keys and go to unlock the car door. It was not opening. So here I am with my arms full of books trying to open my car and the car was not opening. As I am struggling with the task at hand I look up and see another station wagon like mine: maroon, wood paneling, everything. I look at the car before me. It too was maroon, had wood paneling....only it was clean inside. And it had the full Roadmaster on the side rather than oadmaster like mine. Oh and it had the front emblem on it too...mind didn't. Slowly I withdrew my key from the door and backed up away from the vehicle. I think briskly walked over to my station wagon and jumped in. How embarrassing...
That was really the only time I "lost" a car until recently. I now own a Scion TC in sizzling crimson...:cool: Very awesome...very sleek....very.....Magpie. Well the other day was a late night at work. It was not the best of days and I was ready and dying to get home. So I usually park on the blue level of the parking garage. I walk there dead tired and look around. My TC is nowhere to be seen. "Oh, I parked on yellow today." I thought to myself and I went back to the stairwell and walked up to yellow level. I came out and walked around the whole yellow level. Still no TC. So I go back to the stairwell and go up to red level which is the roof. I stopped. No, I know I didn't park on the roof. I would have know if I parked on the roof. So down to yellow level I go. I was so confused. How do I lose a vehicle that cost me an arm and a leg and is bigger than any other object I own?
Once on yellow level I walk out and begin to walk the whole garage. I meet one of the residents who is just getting off her shift.
"Hi." I said to the resident.
"Hey, how are you doing?"
"Ok, I am looking for my car....again."
"Oh....maybe you should call security."
"Oh no no no....I don't want to do that. It is here somewhere. I will find it."
"Um...ok...." the resident laughed. She is cool.
So off to her car she goes and embarrassed Magpie roams the empty cold dark parking garage in search for her car. Well not dark. It is will lit. Anyway, I finally found my car. It was on the up ramp going to the yellow level.
I am relieved that I found my car. I get in turn it on and start to drive toward the exit. Yet the exit is not there. So around I go. I thought I went up. Instead I went in one big circle. Again, no exist.
"ARE YOU KIDDING ME!" I yelled in my car as I stood at a stop in the garage. I regained my composure and pressed the gas pedal once again. I made carefully sure that I was truly going the right way this time. Down the ramp I went and made my way out of the garage....it was the wrong exist but at least I got out...alive.
Magpie
No White Wedding for a Magpie
"What did you dress like before you were married?"
"...I'm.....not married."
"Oh....I thought you were married and had kids."
"Nope. Not married. No kids."
"Oh because sometimes you have food on your shirt and I thought it was from the kids."
So if there is anything like oil and water it is Magpie and white. Funny considering the profession I chose: nursing. I seem to always mess up my white clothing.
For the past two times that I wore white pants to work, it rained. Yes, full out downpour. Both days I attempted to bring my car in as well to have a look over and check up. You know that cars need doctor appointments too. So the first time I was too late. If I had gone through with my car's check up, I would have been late for work. So I drove off and went to grab something to eat before work. I went to Potbelly's and then drove by a Starbucks.
Now, if you read the previous thread concerning coffee you will know my addiction to the black drink which one can consider a very sad one at that. Anyways, I digress, I was walking normally, not noticing the fact that there was a nice puddle in front of me. I had one goal in mind. Grab my fix for the day and head to work. My mind was focused on the task at hand. I tend to walk fast no matter where I am. Thus my steps are usually broad and my feet tend to plop at times onto the ground. One step, two step, three step...SPLASH! My pants became soaked from my foot to my knee. I stopped in the middle of the parking lot. Rain was pouring down on my head because I am just that anti-umbrella. So basically as I stood there I was becoming more and more wet. Aw, Man! What was I going to do. There was no time for me to go back home to change my pants so I was going to have to stick it out. No worries, I still get my fix!!! I ordered my coffee and went to work. I did have a huge splash mark on my pants though. It did dry....eventually.
The next week, I again attempted to bring my car to get it looked at. This time I got out early enough in order to have it looked at. On the way to work, I had a few minutes so I stopped at DSW. Again, parking lot. Again, rain. Again, puddles. THIS time....I was more careful at what I was doing. Unfortunately, the bottom of my pants and the fronts were spotted with rain marks. Nice. At least my car is healthy and I have a new pair of nice Mudd heel Mary Janes. Nice. :)
Yesterday....not a good day for the Mags. I decided that I was going to make a pretty day out of it. I put my white scrub top on and my pink pants to match. I walked out the door. I got into my car. Everything was great until I went to get my fix. This time I went to Dunkin' Donuts. Coconut coffee with cream and sugar. MMMMmmmmmm oh oh oh sooo sooo soooo good!!! I drank it the whole way. I enjoyed the creamy sensation as it slide across my tongue and down my throat. I took the cup from my relaxed face to notice that there were drips on the edge of the cup. I didn't think of it. I took another gulp and again, drips. What was this about. Then my mad critical thinking skills came into play. I just dumped coffee on myself. Twice. I look down and on my white top are three large and totally out there spots of brown. So Magpie took an unannounced unplanned trip to the Walgreens store to pick up Tide Marker Spot cleaner and also Shout Wipes. Knowing myself for the past 24 years made me think that two products might just be better than one. Luckily the Tide Marker to Go helped a great deal and my scrub top was white. Well, it was almost white. It has some pen marks on it from the pen being my pocket. I guess I should bleach it. It might help a bit. Oh and it seems to be a little less white since I've been wearing it. Maybe bleach is in the order next time I wash it.
So I am seeing a pattern. Can you? White and I just don't get along. It is nothing against white. I love the fact that it looks clean and pure. However, after I wear it, I ruin the pureness and whiteness and beauty. So I decided that white and I will never be. It is something that I have come to terms with. I began to mourn the fact that I and white will never be the team that I wish to be.
This is will make my wedding day quite difficult. During my short period of mourning, I realized that my wedding day will be quite difficult.
I get all dressed up in my white. The dress probably looks great.....or ridiculous. I haven't really put that much thought into it. Anyway, it is white. So I have this white dress and I am wearing it. I decide before the ceremony that I am hungry. Being my wedding day and it has to be the best day ever, I want a hot dog with mustard and relish. My mom will speak words of wisdom to me which of course, me being stubborn I do not listen. So to compromise, my mom attempts to speak wise words to me again: "Wear at least a napkin or an apron." I comply resorting to only a thin flimsy napkin. Of course my wedding gown is to the floor. I think. Well, anyway, the mustard spill onto the hem of the skirt. Which of course is decorated because it has to be. I think. In mad rush everyone attempts to use everything under the sun to clean up the bright yellow spot on the bottom of the dress.
"HURRY GET THE EMERGENCY PACK OF SHOUT WIPES!!"
"NO NO NO!!! THOSE WILL JUST SMEAR THE MUSTARD!!!"
"USE THE TIDE MARKER!!!! IT WORKED ON THE ARMY MAN'S SHIRT IN THE COMMERCIAL!!!!!"
"HYDROGEN PEROXIDE!!!!"
*silence*
*crickets*
"We don't have hydrogen peroxide....."
"oh...."
Ok, so the mustard gets a good Polish lick to the napkin and futile wipe attempt.
The organ music starts and everyone rushes to the back of the church. For some reason my shoe insists on sticking to the bottom back of the dress. I have no idea why. Soon the whole train is wrapped around my right leg and I go down. Veil flying, flowers crushed, I land smack down on my face. Dad, laughing, helps me up. We both notice that my shoe had a wad of gum on it that is now firmly attached to the train. Unknowingly to the tragedy that occurred, everyone lines up and one by one they make their way down the center aisle to the front.
I stand up next to Dad, crushed flowers in tow, and begin my own journey. My white dress is now slightly dirty from the fall, the flowers are bent up, a yellow mustard stain on the hem and now the middle carpet thing that was rolled out is stuck to the gum. It is pulled behind me as I travel to the front of the church. Everyone looks in horror at the trailing carpet. I don't even recognize it. I am just all smiles because I am so excited. So I make it to the front and the ceremony goes as planned. Well, except the face of my fiance. I didn't really expect to see that sort of look on his face. I can understand a look of fear, a look of joy, but honestly, the look of repulsion is too much to take.
However, the pre-wedding events are nothing compared to the reception. The reception does not go well. Food is a huge hit with Magpie. Of course, it must be a Polish/Irish wedding so we will have Guinness and spaghetti. And Perogis. Can't forget that. So I am sitting and eating. Again, mom, who is the intelligent one of the family, strongly suggests that I wear an apron. I decline saying that I don't want to embarrass myself in front of the family. I begin to swirl the creamy goodness on my fork only to realize that in the process, the sauce has splashed all over the bodice of my dress. No worries, maybe someone will think that I spray painted the front of my dress with red splatters. Makes perfect sense to me.
"Magpie," my new spouse says to me, "What did you do to the front of your dress?"
My brother just sits there and shakes his head.
"I think it is spaghetti..." I respond
So white is just not my friend. Although I do wear some white tops. I actually have three. I feel sorry for those tops. As far as my wedding maybe I should reconsider the whole white wedding dress. Not that I considered it in the first place. But seeing my current relationship with white clothing, maybe I should get something like, red, or blue, or black or purple. Purple is good. Purple it is. Purple wedding dress for Magpie.
Magpie.
"...I'm.....not married."
"Oh....I thought you were married and had kids."
"Nope. Not married. No kids."
"Oh because sometimes you have food on your shirt and I thought it was from the kids."
So if there is anything like oil and water it is Magpie and white. Funny considering the profession I chose: nursing. I seem to always mess up my white clothing.
For the past two times that I wore white pants to work, it rained. Yes, full out downpour. Both days I attempted to bring my car in as well to have a look over and check up. You know that cars need doctor appointments too. So the first time I was too late. If I had gone through with my car's check up, I would have been late for work. So I drove off and went to grab something to eat before work. I went to Potbelly's and then drove by a Starbucks.
Now, if you read the previous thread concerning coffee you will know my addiction to the black drink which one can consider a very sad one at that. Anyways, I digress, I was walking normally, not noticing the fact that there was a nice puddle in front of me. I had one goal in mind. Grab my fix for the day and head to work. My mind was focused on the task at hand. I tend to walk fast no matter where I am. Thus my steps are usually broad and my feet tend to plop at times onto the ground. One step, two step, three step...SPLASH! My pants became soaked from my foot to my knee. I stopped in the middle of the parking lot. Rain was pouring down on my head because I am just that anti-umbrella. So basically as I stood there I was becoming more and more wet. Aw, Man! What was I going to do. There was no time for me to go back home to change my pants so I was going to have to stick it out. No worries, I still get my fix!!! I ordered my coffee and went to work. I did have a huge splash mark on my pants though. It did dry....eventually.
The next week, I again attempted to bring my car to get it looked at. This time I got out early enough in order to have it looked at. On the way to work, I had a few minutes so I stopped at DSW. Again, parking lot. Again, rain. Again, puddles. THIS time....I was more careful at what I was doing. Unfortunately, the bottom of my pants and the fronts were spotted with rain marks. Nice. At least my car is healthy and I have a new pair of nice Mudd heel Mary Janes. Nice. :)
Yesterday....not a good day for the Mags. I decided that I was going to make a pretty day out of it. I put my white scrub top on and my pink pants to match. I walked out the door. I got into my car. Everything was great until I went to get my fix. This time I went to Dunkin' Donuts. Coconut coffee with cream and sugar. MMMMmmmmmm oh oh oh sooo sooo soooo good!!! I drank it the whole way. I enjoyed the creamy sensation as it slide across my tongue and down my throat. I took the cup from my relaxed face to notice that there were drips on the edge of the cup. I didn't think of it. I took another gulp and again, drips. What was this about. Then my mad critical thinking skills came into play. I just dumped coffee on myself. Twice. I look down and on my white top are three large and totally out there spots of brown. So Magpie took an unannounced unplanned trip to the Walgreens store to pick up Tide Marker Spot cleaner and also Shout Wipes. Knowing myself for the past 24 years made me think that two products might just be better than one. Luckily the Tide Marker to Go helped a great deal and my scrub top was white. Well, it was almost white. It has some pen marks on it from the pen being my pocket. I guess I should bleach it. It might help a bit. Oh and it seems to be a little less white since I've been wearing it. Maybe bleach is in the order next time I wash it.
So I am seeing a pattern. Can you? White and I just don't get along. It is nothing against white. I love the fact that it looks clean and pure. However, after I wear it, I ruin the pureness and whiteness and beauty. So I decided that white and I will never be. It is something that I have come to terms with. I began to mourn the fact that I and white will never be the team that I wish to be.
This is will make my wedding day quite difficult. During my short period of mourning, I realized that my wedding day will be quite difficult.
I get all dressed up in my white. The dress probably looks great.....or ridiculous. I haven't really put that much thought into it. Anyway, it is white. So I have this white dress and I am wearing it. I decide before the ceremony that I am hungry. Being my wedding day and it has to be the best day ever, I want a hot dog with mustard and relish. My mom will speak words of wisdom to me which of course, me being stubborn I do not listen. So to compromise, my mom attempts to speak wise words to me again: "Wear at least a napkin or an apron." I comply resorting to only a thin flimsy napkin. Of course my wedding gown is to the floor. I think. Well, anyway, the mustard spill onto the hem of the skirt. Which of course is decorated because it has to be. I think. In mad rush everyone attempts to use everything under the sun to clean up the bright yellow spot on the bottom of the dress.
"HURRY GET THE EMERGENCY PACK OF SHOUT WIPES!!"
"NO NO NO!!! THOSE WILL JUST SMEAR THE MUSTARD!!!"
"USE THE TIDE MARKER!!!! IT WORKED ON THE ARMY MAN'S SHIRT IN THE COMMERCIAL!!!!!"
"HYDROGEN PEROXIDE!!!!"
*silence*
*crickets*
"We don't have hydrogen peroxide....."
"oh...."
Ok, so the mustard gets a good Polish lick to the napkin and futile wipe attempt.
The organ music starts and everyone rushes to the back of the church. For some reason my shoe insists on sticking to the bottom back of the dress. I have no idea why. Soon the whole train is wrapped around my right leg and I go down. Veil flying, flowers crushed, I land smack down on my face. Dad, laughing, helps me up. We both notice that my shoe had a wad of gum on it that is now firmly attached to the train. Unknowingly to the tragedy that occurred, everyone lines up and one by one they make their way down the center aisle to the front.
I stand up next to Dad, crushed flowers in tow, and begin my own journey. My white dress is now slightly dirty from the fall, the flowers are bent up, a yellow mustard stain on the hem and now the middle carpet thing that was rolled out is stuck to the gum. It is pulled behind me as I travel to the front of the church. Everyone looks in horror at the trailing carpet. I don't even recognize it. I am just all smiles because I am so excited. So I make it to the front and the ceremony goes as planned. Well, except the face of my fiance. I didn't really expect to see that sort of look on his face. I can understand a look of fear, a look of joy, but honestly, the look of repulsion is too much to take.
However, the pre-wedding events are nothing compared to the reception. The reception does not go well. Food is a huge hit with Magpie. Of course, it must be a Polish/Irish wedding so we will have Guinness and spaghetti. And Perogis. Can't forget that. So I am sitting and eating. Again, mom, who is the intelligent one of the family, strongly suggests that I wear an apron. I decline saying that I don't want to embarrass myself in front of the family. I begin to swirl the creamy goodness on my fork only to realize that in the process, the sauce has splashed all over the bodice of my dress. No worries, maybe someone will think that I spray painted the front of my dress with red splatters. Makes perfect sense to me.
"Magpie," my new spouse says to me, "What did you do to the front of your dress?"
My brother just sits there and shakes his head.
"I think it is spaghetti..." I respond
So white is just not my friend. Although I do wear some white tops. I actually have three. I feel sorry for those tops. As far as my wedding maybe I should reconsider the whole white wedding dress. Not that I considered it in the first place. But seeing my current relationship with white clothing, maybe I should get something like, red, or blue, or black or purple. Purple is good. Purple it is. Purple wedding dress for Magpie.
Magpie.
Happy Anniversary Mom and Dad
This post is really dedicated to mom and dad. However, I want to share this with everyone because it is really important to me and I think that it is an important witness for the world.
Dear Mom and Dad,
Twenty-five years. Wow. That is a long time. I am really happy that you are still here together to celebrate this day. To me, it is really really awesome.
There are times where I wonder how you faced the challenges that smacked you guys in the face. It amazes me. I am sure it was overwhelming and hard but you guys went through them like a hot knife through butter. Yeah that was a really bad analogy. There are so many people who think that the grass is greener on the other side. You guys realize that the grass on this side is too beautiful to give up.
Your marriage has so many qualities: perseverance, strength, courage, loyalty, devotion and last but of course not least love. Each of us, your children, have learned these qualities from your marriage. My favorite, however, is the love that you two shared. I think that all the other qualities flowed from your love. This is I believe the greatest quality of your marriage.
Love is the basis for all that you do. You two love each other. All that I am, literally and implicitly comes from this love. Your love is not the flaky love that the world protrays and. You love is the true love. Love involves sacrifice. Love involves going beyond yourself to see the other person, to seek out the other person, before yourself. I see this continual interaction between the two of you. You seek each other in situations. You consult with each other on everything. You two submit yourself to each other to lift the other up.
This love has shown me that I too must go out of myself to see the people around me. In my personal and professional life, this is extremely important. I am totally, completely indebted to you, mom and dad, for giving me such an excellent example of what love really is. Thank you.
Magpie
Dear Mom and Dad,
Twenty-five years. Wow. That is a long time. I am really happy that you are still here together to celebrate this day. To me, it is really really awesome.
There are times where I wonder how you faced the challenges that smacked you guys in the face. It amazes me. I am sure it was overwhelming and hard but you guys went through them like a hot knife through butter. Yeah that was a really bad analogy. There are so many people who think that the grass is greener on the other side. You guys realize that the grass on this side is too beautiful to give up.
Your marriage has so many qualities: perseverance, strength, courage, loyalty, devotion and last but of course not least love. Each of us, your children, have learned these qualities from your marriage. My favorite, however, is the love that you two shared. I think that all the other qualities flowed from your love. This is I believe the greatest quality of your marriage.
Love is the basis for all that you do. You two love each other. All that I am, literally and implicitly comes from this love. Your love is not the flaky love that the world protrays and. You love is the true love. Love involves sacrifice. Love involves going beyond yourself to see the other person, to seek out the other person, before yourself. I see this continual interaction between the two of you. You seek each other in situations. You consult with each other on everything. You two submit yourself to each other to lift the other up.
This love has shown me that I too must go out of myself to see the people around me. In my personal and professional life, this is extremely important. I am totally, completely indebted to you, mom and dad, for giving me such an excellent example of what love really is. Thank you.
Magpie
Describe me in a song.....
I was thinking the other day as to what song sums up my whole being. I have so many extremes and dynamics that one song sometimes cannot cut it. However, I was looking through my iTunes, hoping to find a song that would not describe just one aspect of my personality but all the aspects.
Although I am very goofy and act immature, I also have an intelligent side. I love to learn and have a sponge as a brain. I can be mature when I need to and have appropriate conversations often peppered with bits of humor. I try to be childlike when possible. I find that children are very open minded. It is when we become adults that our minds become made up and we are less acceptable of others. Notice sometimes how younger children are so welcoming of people. Sometimes this is not always good but they tend not to be as narrow minded as their adult counterparts.
So hmmmmmm, let's go through my play list shall we to songs that describe me.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow-The Wizard of Oz-Judy Garland: I am a dreamer. Dreams produce goals. Goals motivate me to work. Thus, I make my dreams happen. It isn't easy, sometimes I wish that I were over the rainbow where I don't have to work so hard or struggle over the hurdles and obstacles people and life put up to prevent me from achieving my dreamy goals. They are oh so dreamy.
Prologue from Beauty and the Beast-Disney: This is where Belle sings her intro as she walks through the village? Remember? Ok so basically she is singing out boring life is in her little village and how she finds her excitement in books and her imagination. Often I can escape things for a little bit by just going inside my imagination. At least for a little bit. And I totally want to get out of my city right now. I grew up most of my life here and I am ready to see what else is out there for me.
Carry On Wayward Son-Kansas: How many times do you get discouraged at things? How many times do you feel tossed about like a ship on the ocean? Yeah, I stole those words from the song. There are so many times where I just want to throw my hands up and say, "Heck with it all!!" Yet the voices inside my head-because I am just that crazy-push me on. When all is said and done, when I accomplish what I set out to accomplish, there will be peace and a sense of achievement. Yes! I win!
Man! I Feel Like a Woman-Shania Twain: I love it. I am a woman. I love having fun. I love being crazy. It keeps me sane in life. Woot!
Ruby Tuesday-Rolling Stones: I don't know why this song describes me. I think that I have some mystery about me. I still have yet to figure it out. I think I cause it for myself. I like to hide things all over my brain in little spots. Similar to how I hide things so I remember where I put it yet never remember where I put it. So it is not to be mean, well maybe yes, because I am mean. No, really though, I don't have anything to hide. If someone asks me a question I answer it as honestly and bluntly as I can. It is harder to pin something on someone who is 1) not hiding anything purposefully and 2) you know nothing about. Mystery and honesty....ok yeah that had nothing to do with the song. But I still think the song describes me.
Jeździec-Illuminandi: "Uciekałem przed Tobą w popłochu, Chciałem zmylić, oszukać Ciebie –Lecz co dnia kolana uparte Zostawiały ślady na niebie." Tak, ja jestem uparte, bardzo uparte. Istnienie uparte pomoce ja. To może przeszkadzać mnie też. Jeszcze, obmyślam to pomaga więcej niż przeszkadzać.
Ok back to English....that was hard....the Polish. Someday I'll do that without help of a translating program. There are only a couple of words I know and I can tell what they are in Polish but it is hard to translate and such. Someday.
What I've Done-Linkin Park: I have done things in my life which have been regrettable. I hope that other people will forgive and forget them. I hope that they can see that I strive to do things to make up for those times. I know that I will never fully heal wounds that I caused or fix the problems I created. Yet I pray to God that those that I hurt can come to forgive me.
Half Acre-Hem: In all humility, I have so much potential. I try to exercise this potential in every situation. Expand my horizons, grow personally and professionally and mature. Maybe potential is not the word I want to use. I don't think I will ever lose my goofy side. It is too precious to me. However, I think that I have so much more room to grow. I have to let go of the sadness that I had 20 years ago, 4 years ago, 2 years ago and even yesterday. Today is a new day. It is a new slate to write on. If I keep those sadness, anger, what have you with me everyday then there is no way that I can expect myself to reach my full potential.
Snow-Red Hot Chili Peppers: They have many songs that I like, I think that this one describes me best from them. "Come to believe that I better not leave Before I get my chance to ride When it's killing me, what do I really need All that I need to look inside" Live for the moment. You might just lose something that you will regret later. I try to do this. If I want to do something, I tend to do it. Of course I sort out logistics and figure the pros and cons but if the road is clear, I go for it. I might look back 20 years later and say, "Geez, I really wish I did that while I had the opportunity." "When to descend to amend for a friend All the channels that have broken down Now you bring it up, I'm gonna ring it up Just to hear you sing it out" I try to make others as happy as possible. When others are happy, I am happy. My day is not complete unless I am able to make someone laugh or at least smile.
Ok, before I bore you out now, here is the song that sums me up all together pretty well....ready??????? GO!
Although I am very goofy and act immature, I also have an intelligent side. I love to learn and have a sponge as a brain. I can be mature when I need to and have appropriate conversations often peppered with bits of humor. I try to be childlike when possible. I find that children are very open minded. It is when we become adults that our minds become made up and we are less acceptable of others. Notice sometimes how younger children are so welcoming of people. Sometimes this is not always good but they tend not to be as narrow minded as their adult counterparts.
So hmmmmmm, let's go through my play list shall we to songs that describe me.
Somewhere Over the Rainbow-The Wizard of Oz-Judy Garland: I am a dreamer. Dreams produce goals. Goals motivate me to work. Thus, I make my dreams happen. It isn't easy, sometimes I wish that I were over the rainbow where I don't have to work so hard or struggle over the hurdles and obstacles people and life put up to prevent me from achieving my dreamy goals. They are oh so dreamy.
Prologue from Beauty and the Beast-Disney: This is where Belle sings her intro as she walks through the village? Remember? Ok so basically she is singing out boring life is in her little village and how she finds her excitement in books and her imagination. Often I can escape things for a little bit by just going inside my imagination. At least for a little bit. And I totally want to get out of my city right now. I grew up most of my life here and I am ready to see what else is out there for me.
Carry On Wayward Son-Kansas: How many times do you get discouraged at things? How many times do you feel tossed about like a ship on the ocean? Yeah, I stole those words from the song. There are so many times where I just want to throw my hands up and say, "Heck with it all!!" Yet the voices inside my head-because I am just that crazy-push me on. When all is said and done, when I accomplish what I set out to accomplish, there will be peace and a sense of achievement. Yes! I win!
Man! I Feel Like a Woman-Shania Twain: I love it. I am a woman. I love having fun. I love being crazy. It keeps me sane in life. Woot!
Ruby Tuesday-Rolling Stones: I don't know why this song describes me. I think that I have some mystery about me. I still have yet to figure it out. I think I cause it for myself. I like to hide things all over my brain in little spots. Similar to how I hide things so I remember where I put it yet never remember where I put it. So it is not to be mean, well maybe yes, because I am mean. No, really though, I don't have anything to hide. If someone asks me a question I answer it as honestly and bluntly as I can. It is harder to pin something on someone who is 1) not hiding anything purposefully and 2) you know nothing about. Mystery and honesty....ok yeah that had nothing to do with the song. But I still think the song describes me.
Jeździec-Illuminandi: "Uciekałem przed Tobą w popłochu, Chciałem zmylić, oszukać Ciebie –Lecz co dnia kolana uparte Zostawiały ślady na niebie." Tak, ja jestem uparte, bardzo uparte. Istnienie uparte pomoce ja. To może przeszkadzać mnie też. Jeszcze, obmyślam to pomaga więcej niż przeszkadzać.
Ok back to English....that was hard....the Polish. Someday I'll do that without help of a translating program. There are only a couple of words I know and I can tell what they are in Polish but it is hard to translate and such. Someday.
What I've Done-Linkin Park: I have done things in my life which have been regrettable. I hope that other people will forgive and forget them. I hope that they can see that I strive to do things to make up for those times. I know that I will never fully heal wounds that I caused or fix the problems I created. Yet I pray to God that those that I hurt can come to forgive me.
Half Acre-Hem: In all humility, I have so much potential. I try to exercise this potential in every situation. Expand my horizons, grow personally and professionally and mature. Maybe potential is not the word I want to use. I don't think I will ever lose my goofy side. It is too precious to me. However, I think that I have so much more room to grow. I have to let go of the sadness that I had 20 years ago, 4 years ago, 2 years ago and even yesterday. Today is a new day. It is a new slate to write on. If I keep those sadness, anger, what have you with me everyday then there is no way that I can expect myself to reach my full potential.
Snow-Red Hot Chili Peppers: They have many songs that I like, I think that this one describes me best from them. "Come to believe that I better not leave Before I get my chance to ride When it's killing me, what do I really need All that I need to look inside" Live for the moment. You might just lose something that you will regret later. I try to do this. If I want to do something, I tend to do it. Of course I sort out logistics and figure the pros and cons but if the road is clear, I go for it. I might look back 20 years later and say, "Geez, I really wish I did that while I had the opportunity." "When to descend to amend for a friend All the channels that have broken down Now you bring it up, I'm gonna ring it up Just to hear you sing it out" I try to make others as happy as possible. When others are happy, I am happy. My day is not complete unless I am able to make someone laugh or at least smile.
Ok, before I bore you out now, here is the song that sums me up all together pretty well....ready??????? GO!
She's Always a Woman
Billy Joel
She can kill with a smile, she can wound with her eyes
She can ruin your faith with her casual lies
And she only reveals what she wants you to see
She hides like a child, but she's always a woman to me
She can lead you to love, she can take you or leave you
She can ask for the truth, but she'll never believe you
And she'll take what you give her as long it's free
Yeah, She steals like a thief, but she's always a woman to me
Ohhh... she takes care of herself
She can wait if she wants, she's ahead of her time
Ohhh... and she never gives out
And she never gives in, she just changes her mind
And she'll promise you more than the garden of Eden
Then she'll carelessly cut you and laugh while you're bleeding
But she’ll bring out the best and the worst you can be
Blame it all on yourself 'cause she's always a woman to me
She's frequently kind and she's suddenly cruel
She can do as she pleases, she's nobody's fool
And she can't be convicted, she's earned her degree
And the most she will do is throw shadows at you,
But she's always a woman to me
Yep, that's me: quirky, fun loving, with sparkles of intelligence, a splash of maturity, fore castings of mystery. If you love your life, and you are happy with who you are, why change things? Of course, I have faults to improve on, that will be another blog entry in and of itself, but if I work at that, I am sure I'll be heading in the right direction.
All in all,
Magpie
COFFEECOFFEECOFFEECOFFEECOFFEECOFFEECOFFEECOFFEE
So yes, as you can see, this post is dedicated to a dear love of my life coffee. Among other things like family, friends, God, mannequins, dedication, patience, loyalty et. al, Coffee has helped me through some real tough times. I am deeply in debt to those who served me coffee. I am obliged to mention companies that provided me with my fix TID and PRN. You all really rock my socks.
Coffee has become one of my best friends. During school, when I would get very little hours of sleep due to studies, and um, studies, coffee would be a constant companion.
During my Med/Surg Nursing class, we would get a 10 minute break. During this break, I would go to get my delicious coffee at school. At first it became just something to keep me occupied during class. Then it became a habit. I would actually pay before class just so that I had it quickly without waiting in line to pay. Linda, I believe that was her name, was my savior-ess. She always knew what I needed. There was one time when there were no more big coffee cups left. I began to feel my hands tremble....my head ache and pound....wait! what was that running across the room??? Some dark black figure! Am I hallucinating? Yes, a classic case of coffee DT's. Linda then from behind the desk pulled out a large coffee cup for me to fill. There were times when I did not have the change to pay for my coffee. Linda was there to cover for me. I would always manage to give the money she needed the next day but she helped me out when I really needed it.
Coffee during school kept me going when my mind and body said no more. My professors always said that a sleep deprived, caffeine fueled mind would never do well on exams, assignments or anything for that matter. However, it was the only way that I could stay up to study for the exams to complete the various assignments: papers, portfolios, posters, concept maps et. al.
Starbucks was really the best. No, World. You do not need to get $5.00 coffees every morning. I could never afford that. I got my cheap drink every day I knew I'd need to do a 35.67892 hour day. Venti Hot Brewed coffee (preferably a bold flavor) two pumps peppermint, one shot (which actually came out to 2. I would get one free because they have to make 2 at a time. Thy just asked if I wanted the extra one.) and room (for cream). All for $2.14. There are two girls that I am indebted to at the local Starbucks. The one was the first person ever to memorize my drink. She rocked my day. My goal in life complete, "train" a Starbucks worker to memorize my order. She was so totally awesome. The second one, I want to say her name is Elizabeth but I know I am wrong, also has my drink memorized. She sold me my first coffee mug thingy. And she recognizes me even if I miss a week or two. She is awesome. Both of these ladies will never know how much they helped me through my day. Starbucks was a definite staple for me during the school year. Even on the way home from clinicals, my friend and I would stop to get something.
Dunkin' Donuts coffee also was what I'd drink on the way to the hospital for work and clinical. Along with school I'd work on weekends at a hospital near by. On the way was a Dunkin' Donuts. I'd get an X-Large coffee to drink on the way. Even now, Dunkin' Donuts wishes me good day for my drive into work.
So here is to you coffee givers and takers...a poem....of love.....for you:
Coffee Coffee! You are so sweet.
You have given me pleasure and glee!
Without you my day is incomplete
And I can be likened to a banshee.
My addiction is true,
My love is intense,
I cannot quit you,
My devotion is too immense.
When my days are tired and long,
It is you that I do find.
You are bold and strong,
And get me through the grind.
Not one day can I miss,
For my head will ache,
And will persist,
Until your sweetness I take.
Dehydration, ulcers, hypertension,
are definitely worth it all.
Our love is on another dimension,
You have me in thrall.
For the future , I swear,
Despite doctor's command,
We will always be a pair,
For you I will stand.
In other news besides obvious sleep deprivation, I have decided to join the National Novel Writing Month contest. It should prove to be a hoot. I have to write a 175 page novel with 50,000 words in the month of November. I believe that it will be exciting to try to win. They say that I really should just write and write and not worry about doing editing. I am an editing freak. I hope that I can do this without going back and reading through it. Spell Check is a must with me and so is rereading everything I write. Most of the time. I hope that I will do well in this contest. I'll keep you updated. It starts on November 1.
Here is the website :) http://www.nanowrimo.org/
I'm out!
Magpie
Coffee has become one of my best friends. During school, when I would get very little hours of sleep due to studies, and um, studies, coffee would be a constant companion.
During my Med/Surg Nursing class, we would get a 10 minute break. During this break, I would go to get my delicious coffee at school. At first it became just something to keep me occupied during class. Then it became a habit. I would actually pay before class just so that I had it quickly without waiting in line to pay. Linda, I believe that was her name, was my savior-ess. She always knew what I needed. There was one time when there were no more big coffee cups left. I began to feel my hands tremble....my head ache and pound....wait! what was that running across the room??? Some dark black figure! Am I hallucinating? Yes, a classic case of coffee DT's. Linda then from behind the desk pulled out a large coffee cup for me to fill. There were times when I did not have the change to pay for my coffee. Linda was there to cover for me. I would always manage to give the money she needed the next day but she helped me out when I really needed it.
Coffee during school kept me going when my mind and body said no more. My professors always said that a sleep deprived, caffeine fueled mind would never do well on exams, assignments or anything for that matter. However, it was the only way that I could stay up to study for the exams to complete the various assignments: papers, portfolios, posters, concept maps et. al.
Starbucks was really the best. No, World. You do not need to get $5.00 coffees every morning. I could never afford that. I got my cheap drink every day I knew I'd need to do a 35.67892 hour day. Venti Hot Brewed coffee (preferably a bold flavor) two pumps peppermint, one shot (which actually came out to 2. I would get one free because they have to make 2 at a time. Thy just asked if I wanted the extra one.) and room (for cream). All for $2.14. There are two girls that I am indebted to at the local Starbucks. The one was the first person ever to memorize my drink. She rocked my day. My goal in life complete, "train" a Starbucks worker to memorize my order. She was so totally awesome. The second one, I want to say her name is Elizabeth but I know I am wrong, also has my drink memorized. She sold me my first coffee mug thingy. And she recognizes me even if I miss a week or two. She is awesome. Both of these ladies will never know how much they helped me through my day. Starbucks was a definite staple for me during the school year. Even on the way home from clinicals, my friend and I would stop to get something.
Dunkin' Donuts coffee also was what I'd drink on the way to the hospital for work and clinical. Along with school I'd work on weekends at a hospital near by. On the way was a Dunkin' Donuts. I'd get an X-Large coffee to drink on the way. Even now, Dunkin' Donuts wishes me good day for my drive into work.
So here is to you coffee givers and takers...a poem....of love.....for you:
Coffee Coffee! You are so sweet.
You have given me pleasure and glee!
Without you my day is incomplete
And I can be likened to a banshee.
My addiction is true,
My love is intense,
I cannot quit you,
My devotion is too immense.
When my days are tired and long,
It is you that I do find.
You are bold and strong,
And get me through the grind.
Not one day can I miss,
For my head will ache,
And will persist,
Until your sweetness I take.
Dehydration, ulcers, hypertension,
are definitely worth it all.
Our love is on another dimension,
You have me in thrall.
For the future , I swear,
Despite doctor's command,
We will always be a pair,
For you I will stand.
In other news besides obvious sleep deprivation, I have decided to join the National Novel Writing Month contest. It should prove to be a hoot. I have to write a 175 page novel with 50,000 words in the month of November. I believe that it will be exciting to try to win. They say that I really should just write and write and not worry about doing editing. I am an editing freak. I hope that I can do this without going back and reading through it. Spell Check is a must with me and so is rereading everything I write. Most of the time. I hope that I will do well in this contest. I'll keep you updated. It starts on November 1.
Here is the website :) http://www.nanowrimo.org/
I'm out!
Magpie
Liquid or Powder Foundation?
So I am not partial to makeup. I actually just started wearing makeup regularly. I have no problem going out without makeup. I think I look better with makeup but it is such a hassle sometimes to put on.
However there is a unspoken rule of girldom which states: It is required to wear makeup if you are born a girl. It is your doomdom/destiny/curse whatever.
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or this:
Pretty no?
Ok so make up is not for me.
End of Story.
Meg
However there is a unspoken rule of girldom which states: It is required to wear makeup if you are born a girl. It is your doomdom/destiny/curse whatever.
Today, some people tried to over me some make up from some fancy dancy person who makes make up.
"Excuse me ma'am, are you wearing make up?"
"No."
*horror face on the woman ensues" "Do you EVER wear make up?
"No."
Ok, so I lied....I do wear makeup! I really do...sometimes. When I am not lazy....er....patient.
The first time I wore make up was in high school. I know I know. I was a late bloomer. I didn't really care. Until I saw a picture of my stupid shiny forehead. I started to wear makeup.
I recently started wearing makeup when I went into a store and they said, “Would you like your makeup done? It will only take 5 minutes. And it will be no cost.”
How the heck do you pass up that opportunity? Free? LOL sign me up.
So I sat in this chair and the lady asks, “What is your makeup routine.”
I recently started wearing makeup when I went into a store and they said, “Would you like your makeup done? It will only take 5 minutes. And it will be no cost.”
How the heck do you pass up that opportunity? Free? LOL sign me up.
So I sat in this chair and the lady asks, “What is your makeup routine.”
*wait...routine? You mean there is a routine??? Quick, Magpie, make something up!*
“Um…I wash my face.”
“Um…I wash my face.”
*UGH!!! FAILURE*
“I mean what do you do for makeup.”
“Nothing. I just wash my face and I am set for the day.”
“Oh….” She’s probably thinking, “I have a lot of work to do.”
I told her I don’t want to look fake. I was not born with blue eyelids, I’d rather not have blue eyelids. I was not born with Cleopatra eyes and would rather not have them. I didn’t say it that way I used the classic term: “I would like a natural look.” Makeup talk. J
Ok so she did my makeup and then asked me, “Will you use this…will you use that.” Well we got to the eye liner part. Ok, I don’t do eyeliner. Ever. Never ever. With my luck the pencil will be IN my eye. “Ok, for eyeliner….” “Oh wait…I can’t do eyeliner.” “Why not?” Obviously, she doesn’t know me. “I will poke my eye out.” Again, the face. The face I get whenever I say I don’t wear makeup. The face of horror. The face of oh my gosh how do you live with yourself. OK, it wasn’t that bad. She laughed and then said, “You HAVE to promise me you’ll wear mascara though. You have beautiful lashes.” “Um, ok *fingers cross*.” I have no problem with mascara except my eyelashes look like I am going the sleezy look. I think it is just that she put too much on. When I do it now, it is a bit better.
Ok so my make up:
“I mean what do you do for makeup.”
“Nothing. I just wash my face and I am set for the day.”
“Oh….” She’s probably thinking, “I have a lot of work to do.”
I told her I don’t want to look fake. I was not born with blue eyelids, I’d rather not have blue eyelids. I was not born with Cleopatra eyes and would rather not have them. I didn’t say it that way I used the classic term: “I would like a natural look.” Makeup talk. J
Ok so she did my makeup and then asked me, “Will you use this…will you use that.” Well we got to the eye liner part. Ok, I don’t do eyeliner. Ever. Never ever. With my luck the pencil will be IN my eye. “Ok, for eyeliner….” “Oh wait…I can’t do eyeliner.” “Why not?” Obviously, she doesn’t know me. “I will poke my eye out.” Again, the face. The face I get whenever I say I don’t wear makeup. The face of horror. The face of oh my gosh how do you live with yourself. OK, it wasn’t that bad. She laughed and then said, “You HAVE to promise me you’ll wear mascara though. You have beautiful lashes.” “Um, ok *fingers cross*.” I have no problem with mascara except my eyelashes look like I am going the sleezy look. I think it is just that she put too much on. When I do it now, it is a bit better.
Ok so my make up:
What is there really to talk about it? Hmmm....tinted moisturizer, then bronzer, then eye concealer then blush then eye shadow that is pinkish so it isn't all OUT THERE and then mascara...optionally.
The woman says it makes my eyes pop. Ok? :unsure: Scary.
Mom says that I should curl my eyelashes. Now my eyelashes are super long. Not obnoxiously long but long. Have you ever seen an eyelash curler? It looks like a torture device. I never wanted to put that thing anywhere near my body let alone my eye. And then they have heated ones. Holy Cow, it is ridiculous. Make so nervous. I thought I was going to pull my eyelid off.
Well before my makeup I look like this:
After I look like this:
Ok ok...so I don't look THAT creepy with makeup.
I look more like this:
or this:
Pretty no?
Ok so make up is not for me.
End of Story.
Meg
Wait...Magpie's a boy?!?!?!
Ok, so no, last time I checked...which was like a few minutes ago, I am a girl. No boydom here. However, there are some days that I just wish I were a guy. Things look much greener on that side of the gender spectrum, like a rainbow with the fake gold at the end of the purple streak. Don't get me wrong, I love being a girl. I wouldn't have it any other way. I think I fit my girlness quite well, at times. At least in my mind. Society might have another idea but I won't get into that here.
So I am sure that there are many other girls who at some point in time wish that they were a boy. And I am sure there are plenty of men out there unwilling to admit that at least once in their life, thought about what it would be like to be a girl. Yes, if you were a girl, you could sit on the couches in the "Ladies' Lounge" in Macy's...er....Marshall Fields. *shakes fist* Macy's.......
Honestly, I think I am the only one who sits in those things. I went with a friend to the mall nearby me once. Well the big thing for me to do (besides touch everything, wreck mannequins, and so forth as you all know from my previous post on shopping) is to go to the Ladies' Lounge for the sole purpose of trying out the couches. Well, I never been to the one in Von Maur (I think that was the store). I mean I usually can't afford the hanger the clothes are hanging on let alone the clothes itself so why bother entering the store? But my friend convinced me to go in:
"Magpie, have you ever been in the Ladies' Lounge of Von Maur?"
"No! I usually pass by!"
"ARE YOU SERIOUS??? They are like the most comfortable couches to sit on!"
"REALLY???? Let's go"
She was right. The couch was so comfortable. I sank into the comfortness of the floral couch and looked around. It was just so fancy! And then they had other chairs there and desks type tables and such. So I went to explore. The other couches were definitely not as comfortable. And the desks didn't have drawers. I found that out the hard way when I tried to open it and the front came off. No one has to know it was me....no one.
I am a girl and all but I still don't understand the reasoning behind this useless luxury. It isn't like we have enough time to sit in them. Plus, if we wanted to sit, why not do it in public? Why in the bathroom...oops, Ladies' Lounge? It isn't like we are going to sit on the chairs naked or anything. And I do not sit there to have conference meetings with my friends. I never really saw anyone actually sit on them. Except me.
Ok....where was I. Yes, so I am sure that you guys want to be girls JUST so that you can try out the couches in the Ladies' Lounge. But back to being a guy. Yes, there are times when I wish I could be a guy...reasons that are more than just being able to write my name in the snow with my urine.
Reasons to be a Boy
1) Not being embarrassed to be in the wrong bathroom.
Yes, it has happened...more than once. Each time I was slightly confused as to why there were little toilets in the Women's Bathroom. I mean the second time I took a hint when I saw a guy standing in front of it. Right about face and out the door for that one. I did scare another guy who was going in though. However, it would be so much better to be a boy for those instances in my life when I do enter the wrong bathroom.
Really, I want to live in a fearless world where I can walk into a bathroom and not have to double check at the door. Or be in the stall, hear the door open and not think that it might be a guy. Yes, now every time I go into the bathroom my heart stops when the door opens. I try to get out of stall when I know no one is by the sinks so that I can scout out to make sure I am in the right bathroom. I figure that way, if I did enter the wrong bathroom despite my double check at the door, I can make a B-line for the door and wash my hands somewhere else.
I guess going in the wrong bathroom is not all that bad. I probably won't see the people I saw in the bathroom for the rest of my life. I am sure they will remember me though...oh geez that would be uncomfortable.
"Hi, my name is Magpie and I will be your nurse until 11 pm"
"Hey, aren't you the girl that was in the wrong bathroom?"
2) Hair
I love my hair. I really do. I like all the stuff I can do with it like color it all sorts of awesome colors and still look somewhat normal and cut it so that it looks awesome and what not. Like how there are about 3 different colors in it without actually doing anything to it. When I think about my hair, I always think of the movie Little Women where Jo cuts her hair and that one brat Amy said, "Oh Jo! How could you...your one true beauty!" Yep, my hair and my teeth...my one true beauties.
The problem lies in the fact that I have just recently figured out how to style it. Now normally I'd just blow dry it and ta da all done. However, when I "style" it, you know use something other than my hand and air, like a brush and hair gunk, I fail. Recently I figured it out but I've had this same style for about 2 years now. Plus, if I want to do something like play capture the flag, run, change a dressing or whatever, I have to put my hair back in bobby pins or a headband type dealie.
Being a boy would allow me to have short hair without looking like I am pitching for the Cubs and Sox. How would I have my hair cut as a boy? Probably a normal crew cut. 2-1-0 or 4-2-1-0 depending on the season.
3) Shaving
Ok, I know that guys have to shave their face and stuff. But you have the option of growing out that hair and not being considered a freak. Women on the other hand, they have to shave. I mean they have to. I am not disagreeing with this fact. However, we have more shaving then men to do. That is just so time consuming and boring. Although, I have to say, shaving cream is really fun to play with. So maybe it isn’t all that boring.
I used to love in school how we’d clean the desks with shaving cream. I really don’t know what good it did. I mean, us kids were probably sneezing, drooling, coughing, vomiting, et. al. over those desks. Shaving cream is not going to disinfect it. But it was loads of fun to spread it all over the desk and stuff. Lick it off….ok no I didn’t do that. I am sure that some kid did though.
Shaving also hurts. Especially when you have no time and you have to rush and your like oh shoot…I have to shave today. There was one time where I was running out of time. I think I ripped a layer of skin off that day.
Now there are tons of products out there to use as alternatives for shaving. Veet. Nads. Melt You Hair Today. Veet burns. Nads is torture, I don’t think I’d do that to my enemy it is just way to painful…and sticky.
You know about Nads. You can eat that stuff. It is pure sugar. It doesn’t taste good but you won’t die if you eat it. Actually it is really gross. But, I figured that if you want to save money, you buy honey and take a butter knife, spread it on your leg and then take a handkerchief and rip out your hair.
Man, if women had the option of growing out their hair…no nevermind, I don’t want that. That’d be gross.
Ok so all in all I like my girlness. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. However, some instances make the desire pop into my head. I just have to remember that the greenness at the other end of the gender spectrum is not grass but probably weeds so I am better off with my alfalfa here on my end.
Magpie
So I am sure that there are many other girls who at some point in time wish that they were a boy. And I am sure there are plenty of men out there unwilling to admit that at least once in their life, thought about what it would be like to be a girl. Yes, if you were a girl, you could sit on the couches in the "Ladies' Lounge" in Macy's...er....Marshall Fields. *shakes fist* Macy's.......
Honestly, I think I am the only one who sits in those things. I went with a friend to the mall nearby me once. Well the big thing for me to do (besides touch everything, wreck mannequins, and so forth as you all know from my previous post on shopping) is to go to the Ladies' Lounge for the sole purpose of trying out the couches. Well, I never been to the one in Von Maur (I think that was the store). I mean I usually can't afford the hanger the clothes are hanging on let alone the clothes itself so why bother entering the store? But my friend convinced me to go in:
"Magpie, have you ever been in the Ladies' Lounge of Von Maur?"
"No! I usually pass by!"
"ARE YOU SERIOUS??? They are like the most comfortable couches to sit on!"
"REALLY???? Let's go"
She was right. The couch was so comfortable. I sank into the comfortness of the floral couch and looked around. It was just so fancy! And then they had other chairs there and desks type tables and such. So I went to explore. The other couches were definitely not as comfortable. And the desks didn't have drawers. I found that out the hard way when I tried to open it and the front came off. No one has to know it was me....no one.
I am a girl and all but I still don't understand the reasoning behind this useless luxury. It isn't like we have enough time to sit in them. Plus, if we wanted to sit, why not do it in public? Why in the bathroom...oops, Ladies' Lounge? It isn't like we are going to sit on the chairs naked or anything. And I do not sit there to have conference meetings with my friends. I never really saw anyone actually sit on them. Except me.
Ok....where was I. Yes, so I am sure that you guys want to be girls JUST so that you can try out the couches in the Ladies' Lounge. But back to being a guy. Yes, there are times when I wish I could be a guy...reasons that are more than just being able to write my name in the snow with my urine.
Reasons to be a Boy
1) Not being embarrassed to be in the wrong bathroom.
Yes, it has happened...more than once. Each time I was slightly confused as to why there were little toilets in the Women's Bathroom. I mean the second time I took a hint when I saw a guy standing in front of it. Right about face and out the door for that one. I did scare another guy who was going in though. However, it would be so much better to be a boy for those instances in my life when I do enter the wrong bathroom.
Really, I want to live in a fearless world where I can walk into a bathroom and not have to double check at the door. Or be in the stall, hear the door open and not think that it might be a guy. Yes, now every time I go into the bathroom my heart stops when the door opens. I try to get out of stall when I know no one is by the sinks so that I can scout out to make sure I am in the right bathroom. I figure that way, if I did enter the wrong bathroom despite my double check at the door, I can make a B-line for the door and wash my hands somewhere else.
I guess going in the wrong bathroom is not all that bad. I probably won't see the people I saw in the bathroom for the rest of my life. I am sure they will remember me though...oh geez that would be uncomfortable.
"Hi, my name is Magpie and I will be your nurse until 11 pm"
"Hey, aren't you the girl that was in the wrong bathroom?"
2) Hair
I love my hair. I really do. I like all the stuff I can do with it like color it all sorts of awesome colors and still look somewhat normal and cut it so that it looks awesome and what not. Like how there are about 3 different colors in it without actually doing anything to it. When I think about my hair, I always think of the movie Little Women where Jo cuts her hair and that one brat Amy said, "Oh Jo! How could you...your one true beauty!" Yep, my hair and my teeth...my one true beauties.
The problem lies in the fact that I have just recently figured out how to style it. Now normally I'd just blow dry it and ta da all done. However, when I "style" it, you know use something other than my hand and air, like a brush and hair gunk, I fail. Recently I figured it out but I've had this same style for about 2 years now. Plus, if I want to do something like play capture the flag, run, change a dressing or whatever, I have to put my hair back in bobby pins or a headband type dealie.
Being a boy would allow me to have short hair without looking like I am pitching for the Cubs and Sox. How would I have my hair cut as a boy? Probably a normal crew cut. 2-1-0 or 4-2-1-0 depending on the season.
3) Shaving
Ok, I know that guys have to shave their face and stuff. But you have the option of growing out that hair and not being considered a freak. Women on the other hand, they have to shave. I mean they have to. I am not disagreeing with this fact. However, we have more shaving then men to do. That is just so time consuming and boring. Although, I have to say, shaving cream is really fun to play with. So maybe it isn’t all that boring.
I used to love in school how we’d clean the desks with shaving cream. I really don’t know what good it did. I mean, us kids were probably sneezing, drooling, coughing, vomiting, et. al. over those desks. Shaving cream is not going to disinfect it. But it was loads of fun to spread it all over the desk and stuff. Lick it off….ok no I didn’t do that. I am sure that some kid did though.
Shaving also hurts. Especially when you have no time and you have to rush and your like oh shoot…I have to shave today. There was one time where I was running out of time. I think I ripped a layer of skin off that day.
Now there are tons of products out there to use as alternatives for shaving. Veet. Nads. Melt You Hair Today. Veet burns. Nads is torture, I don’t think I’d do that to my enemy it is just way to painful…and sticky.
You know about Nads. You can eat that stuff. It is pure sugar. It doesn’t taste good but you won’t die if you eat it. Actually it is really gross. But, I figured that if you want to save money, you buy honey and take a butter knife, spread it on your leg and then take a handkerchief and rip out your hair.
Man, if women had the option of growing out their hair…no nevermind, I don’t want that. That’d be gross.
Ok so all in all I like my girlness. I wouldn’t trade it for the world. However, some instances make the desire pop into my head. I just have to remember that the greenness at the other end of the gender spectrum is not grass but probably weeds so I am better off with my alfalfa here on my end.
Magpie
Musings on the Doc
So I was given something the other day and I thought that it kinda explained me to a T. So I am going to share it with you all. For the next few minutes please bear with the mush... :-P Oh I did add a few quirks.
These are bits and pieces from Dr. Suess. The original thing that I got gave an explanation of every day use. However, when I was reading it I was amazed at how many of these simple, childhood favorite lines I could really relate to! I could not relate whatsoever to the explanations given to me...they were too....grown up for me.
Yeah, I am so totally different than everyone around me. It is funny. I have no desire to look like everyone else, or dress like everyone else. I have no desire to do a lot of the things that other people do. I have my own dreams, my own desires: jumping out of airplanes, saving lives in the back of a helicopter, traveling the world, blazing new paths....the list goes on. I am so comfortable in who I am that it just is awesome. Finally I feel great.
Plus who else write a blog about everything and nothing at all? Who else can come up with all this stuff at one single sit down moment? Yeah, that's right, Magpie.
I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat . I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!
Life is full obstacles, big ones and small ones. However, I cannot let this bother me. I have to overcome them. How many dreams would not have been fulfilled if I allowed the troubles of my life take over? How many dreams would I still be dreaming if I did not fight back?
I do not think that my troubles saw me in a fight. If they did then the probably would never bother me. I am muscle man...er....wo-man.....like my picture down below. I could break some one's nose if I wanted to....WITH MY PINKY!
Ok, so I lied. Luckily I carry a big bat. Because if my troubles REALLY saw me fight, they'd be all over me like boys over Paris. Hilton....not Paris France. Are boys really all over Paris still? I don't know. Ok, next topic.
Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.
I need to see the bright things in each day. If the day went to pot, there is tomorrow. There will always be a tomorrow with something new to hope for. However, if you were to dwell on all the bad stuff that happens in a day then life would be miserable. Actively seek out the good fun things that happen each day. Look forward to tomorrow when more good fun things will happen.
Today in real life was really not all that great. Today was really not all that fun. But Tomorrow I am planning to start a lot of trouble. Wait, there was something fun today. At work I discovered that unlike the newer hospitals, this one has chutes. There is a garbage chute and a linen chute. Now I really didn't have a lot to do today at work. So I started to think up ways that I could utilize this new discovery. A secret escape route....HA so unoriginal. Why not just use it as a chute? Like, a human chute? How awesome is that? Now I was thinking about which one I'd rather go down, the garbage chute or the linen one. I figured, I really don't want to go down the garbage one. I know too much about what goes in the garbage. And it smells. Not that the linen is any better. But at least I could put clean linen down the chute before diving in. Yep, that is what I do....save lives.
You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
"HAHAHAHAHAHA"
"Um, did I say something wrong???"
"Oh...sorry, no...I was just er....uh....thinking of something."
"Dust unto dust....ashes unto...."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"*tears*What is so funny about Whatsherface dying?"
"I....um....oh man."
GO MAGPIE, GO MAGPIE, YOU CAN'T DO IT...AT LEAST THINK THAT SO THAT YOU WILL.
Stop procrastinating! DO IT NOW!
Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the things you can think up if only you try!
Hahaha.....yeah....all I have to do is sit and my brain starts coming up with all this random stuff without me even having to tell it to do so.
Class was a hoot at times. I think that my brain just thinks stuff up and then misses the filter to my mouth. Someone told me that...."I think I am missing the filter from my brain to my mouth." So there were many times that my classmates saw the inside of my brain. And the beat goes on....
If you want to catch beasts you don't see everyday, you have to go out of the way, you have to go places no others can get to. You have to get cold, and you have to get wet, too.
I want to travel all over the world. I have been stuck in one place for so long, I want to explore. There are way too many things in this world to see to stay in one place. I remember when I was younger...much younger and dad was in the Army. We moved 3 times, Germany to Kentucky and then Kentucky to Kansas and then Kansas to Illinois. I only remember the move from Kansas to Illinois. I loved the excitement of it all. The thought that I was going to see new things. My grandparents lived there and we visited them several times but the fact that we were moving there was just awesome.
In my life I have been to so many places. I've been pretty lucky. I have had some pretty awesome people who I don't know pay my way for some of these trips. And my grandma to thank too. Oh and the US government. Some of it I remember, some of it I don't. I've been to Europe, Canada, and all over the US. However, I want to see more, I want to meet more people, I want to see the things that you can't look out your window to see. The world is huge. I am young. It is time to conquer it.
The more you read, the more you'll know. The more you learn, the more places you'll go.
<_< class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Surg II Week 5: Renal
Wagner (barf) 648-682=34
Iggy: Chapters 72-75 = approx 80 (estimate about 20 pages per chapter)
Pediatric Nursing Week 5: Chapter 46=59 pages
Maternal/Newborn Nursing Week 5: Chapters 9-12=180 pages (approx. 45 pages per chapter)
Leadership and Management Week 5: ok so I didn't read for this class so I won't count it.
353+ plus because of rereading and extra reading assignments thrown in. Needless to say, I really have no desire to read anymore right now.
However, all that reading has made me who I am. It has allowed me to take information, process it, put pictures together, help people get better. I learned so many things and through that knowledge, been able to help others become healthier individuals. Or drove them so nuts that they told me that to shut me up.
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not.
The world needs more caring people. If people thought more about others then the world would be a better place. Respect, love, empathy, compassion....this is what the world needs...oh and maybe chocolate. This is why I chose nursing. This single line sums almost all of my decision up. There are nurses out there who are not caring...who are too busy to talk, to listen, to understand. This needs to change. If I do not change my attitude to be different than theirs, how is anything going to get done? We will not be moving forward. We will remain stagnant in the present time. Patients need someone other than medicine, surgical procedures and diagnosis to get better. That is TLC: Taking Lots of Chocolate....er I mean Tender Loving Care. All the medical intervention in the world are useless if they are not given with love, care, compassion. You can teach a monkey to start and IV, give a pill, change a dressing. You cannot teach a monkey to start and IV with empathy, give a pill safely, change a dressing while putting yourself in the person's shoes. It just cannot happen. I am that person. I vowed this from the beginning of my journey into the medical field and I resolve to continue this endeavor.
If you never did, you should. These things are fun, and fun is good.
Alright, so I know that I have said this so many times but bear with me. I was stuck literally in a nursing lab, or library for about 2 years. No fun. I mean me and my friends goofed around a lot: making fun of things that were said in class...stupid comments....like, well I'll save it. But for the most part, I missed out on a lot in the world around me. The world was not going to stop turning while I studied about how to save lives. So now I want to do everything. I want to go places. (I did go on a road trip to Washington DC. That was fun.) and do things (Like skydive...I will once I get the money). Try everything. If you don't like it, don't do it again. I mean if you don't try it, you may never get the opportunity again, and then you will regret it for the rest of your life.
A person's person no matter how small.
This is another important thing that I think that people tend to miss in everyday life. Human dignity is in EVERY human being and it needs to be respected. Yes, they guy who is mentally handicapped and is bagging your groceries is a human being. Those who are black, red, yellow, green whatever, they are humans. That one old person who yells at you for bending that one single blade of grass (yes....the exist.....I knew the man....God rest his soul.) yeah, he's human too. No one is better than anyone else. If you cut us all open, remove the skin and the hair and the outside appearance, it would be very scary....and you would also see that we are all the same. Maybe we have slight different variations between us. Like our heart is 1.65783724 mm deviated to the left. Whatever. We are all the same. We all have emotions, feelings, things that set us off, desires, dreams. So yeah.
Alrighties. Enough. I think I said enough. I have like three more blogs in my head so I'll have to write those out soon. Man, my brain never sleeps. Can get quite annoying.
These are bits and pieces from Dr. Suess. The original thing that I got gave an explanation of every day use. However, when I was reading it I was amazed at how many of these simple, childhood favorite lines I could really relate to! I could not relate whatsoever to the explanations given to me...they were too....grown up for me.
Dr. Suess's Wisdom for Magpie
Yeah, I am so totally different than everyone around me. It is funny. I have no desire to look like everyone else, or dress like everyone else. I have no desire to do a lot of the things that other people do. I have my own dreams, my own desires: jumping out of airplanes, saving lives in the back of a helicopter, traveling the world, blazing new paths....the list goes on. I am so comfortable in who I am that it just is awesome. Finally I feel great.
Plus who else write a blog about everything and nothing at all? Who else can come up with all this stuff at one single sit down moment? Yeah, that's right, Magpie.
I have heard there are troubles of more than one kind. Some come from ahead and some come from behind. But I've bought a big bat . I'm all ready you see. Now my troubles are going to have troubles with me!
Life is full obstacles, big ones and small ones. However, I cannot let this bother me. I have to overcome them. How many dreams would not have been fulfilled if I allowed the troubles of my life take over? How many dreams would I still be dreaming if I did not fight back?
I do not think that my troubles saw me in a fight. If they did then the probably would never bother me. I am muscle man...er....wo-man.....like my picture down below. I could break some one's nose if I wanted to....WITH MY PINKY!
Ok, so I lied. Luckily I carry a big bat. Because if my troubles REALLY saw me fight, they'd be all over me like boys over Paris. Hilton....not Paris France. Are boys really all over Paris still? I don't know. Ok, next topic.
Today was good. Today was fun. Tomorrow is another one.
I need to see the bright things in each day. If the day went to pot, there is tomorrow. There will always be a tomorrow with something new to hope for. However, if you were to dwell on all the bad stuff that happens in a day then life would be miserable. Actively seek out the good fun things that happen each day. Look forward to tomorrow when more good fun things will happen.
Today in real life was really not all that great. Today was really not all that fun. But Tomorrow I am planning to start a lot of trouble. Wait, there was something fun today. At work I discovered that unlike the newer hospitals, this one has chutes. There is a garbage chute and a linen chute. Now I really didn't have a lot to do today at work. So I started to think up ways that I could utilize this new discovery. A secret escape route....HA so unoriginal. Why not just use it as a chute? Like, a human chute? How awesome is that? Now I was thinking about which one I'd rather go down, the garbage chute or the linen one. I figured, I really don't want to go down the garbage one. I know too much about what goes in the garbage. And it smells. Not that the linen is any better. But at least I could put clean linen down the chute before diving in. Yep, that is what I do....save lives.
You have brains in your head. You have feet in your shoes. You can steer yourself any direction you choose.
I can be as smart as good ole' Al but where is that going to get me? I have to put it to good use and knowledge by taking initiative to go out and apply it.
Now, many will argue, "Does Magpie really have a brain?" Well, actually, I do have one. No one has seen it. Except maybe Joe but that is another story. Wait....who is Joe? Confusion ensues....
From there to here, and here to there, funny things are everywhere.
HAHAHAHAHA....yeah....I think that explains it all. I think I find things funny that people would just find stupid. I mean I will just start laughing. For no reason. Or at the worst possible times. I am very shocked that I am not in the psych unit yet. Makes for a good seating choice on crowded buses, trains, cabs. People just tend to avoid you. Makes for even better first dates.
"Magpie, I think I really like you....I mean, I never felt like I did around you. You give me this joy in my heart that...""HAHAHAHAHAHA"
"Um, did I say something wrong???"
"Oh...sorry, no...I was just er....uh....thinking of something."
"Dust unto dust....ashes unto...."
"HAHAHAHAHAHAHA"
"*tears*What is so funny about Whatsherface dying?"
"I....um....oh man."
Can someone say aWkwArD?
And will you succeed? Yes indeed! Nine-eight and three-quarters percent guaranteed.
Looking forward, I have not succeeded. I can never measure my success by seeing the rest of the stuff I have to do. However, when I stop climbing the mountain for a second and I look back, I can see all the stuff that I have accomplished. It is totally a lot. I have come a long way since...well....a long time ago. I mean I graduated college, I got a job, I developed myself into who I am today.
However, 98.75%? That leaves 1.25% of doubt left. I mean, failure is a part of success. This is what helps drive even more success. The fact that I am not 100% successful drives me to be more successful. Makes me want it even more. Like a competition, in my head.GO MAGPIE, GO MAGPIE, YOU CAN'T DO IT...AT LEAST THINK THAT SO THAT YOU WILL.
Stop procrastinating! DO IT NOW!
Think left and think right and think low and think high. Oh, the things you can think up if only you try!
Hahaha.....yeah....all I have to do is sit and my brain starts coming up with all this random stuff without me even having to tell it to do so.
Class was a hoot at times. I think that my brain just thinks stuff up and then misses the filter to my mouth. Someone told me that...."I think I am missing the filter from my brain to my mouth." So there were many times that my classmates saw the inside of my brain. And the beat goes on....
If you want to catch beasts you don't see everyday, you have to go out of the way, you have to go places no others can get to. You have to get cold, and you have to get wet, too.
I want to travel all over the world. I have been stuck in one place for so long, I want to explore. There are way too many things in this world to see to stay in one place. I remember when I was younger...much younger and dad was in the Army. We moved 3 times, Germany to Kentucky and then Kentucky to Kansas and then Kansas to Illinois. I only remember the move from Kansas to Illinois. I loved the excitement of it all. The thought that I was going to see new things. My grandparents lived there and we visited them several times but the fact that we were moving there was just awesome.
In my life I have been to so many places. I've been pretty lucky. I have had some pretty awesome people who I don't know pay my way for some of these trips. And my grandma to thank too. Oh and the US government. Some of it I remember, some of it I don't. I've been to Europe, Canada, and all over the US. However, I want to see more, I want to meet more people, I want to see the things that you can't look out your window to see. The world is huge. I am young. It is time to conquer it.
The more you read, the more you'll know. The more you learn, the more places you'll go.
<_< class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12">Surg II Week 5: Renal
Wagner (barf) 648-682=34
Iggy: Chapters 72-75 = approx 80 (estimate about 20 pages per chapter)
Pediatric Nursing Week 5: Chapter 46=59 pages
Maternal/Newborn Nursing Week 5: Chapters 9-12=180 pages (approx. 45 pages per chapter)
Leadership and Management Week 5: ok so I didn't read for this class so I won't count it.
353+ plus because of rereading and extra reading assignments thrown in. Needless to say, I really have no desire to read anymore right now.
However, all that reading has made me who I am. It has allowed me to take information, process it, put pictures together, help people get better. I learned so many things and through that knowledge, been able to help others become healthier individuals. Or drove them so nuts that they told me that to shut me up.
Unless someone like you cares a whole awful lot, nothing is going to get better. It's not.
The world needs more caring people. If people thought more about others then the world would be a better place. Respect, love, empathy, compassion....this is what the world needs...oh and maybe chocolate. This is why I chose nursing. This single line sums almost all of my decision up. There are nurses out there who are not caring...who are too busy to talk, to listen, to understand. This needs to change. If I do not change my attitude to be different than theirs, how is anything going to get done? We will not be moving forward. We will remain stagnant in the present time. Patients need someone other than medicine, surgical procedures and diagnosis to get better. That is TLC: Taking Lots of Chocolate....er I mean Tender Loving Care. All the medical intervention in the world are useless if they are not given with love, care, compassion. You can teach a monkey to start and IV, give a pill, change a dressing. You cannot teach a monkey to start and IV with empathy, give a pill safely, change a dressing while putting yourself in the person's shoes. It just cannot happen. I am that person. I vowed this from the beginning of my journey into the medical field and I resolve to continue this endeavor.
If you never did, you should. These things are fun, and fun is good.
Alright, so I know that I have said this so many times but bear with me. I was stuck literally in a nursing lab, or library for about 2 years. No fun. I mean me and my friends goofed around a lot: making fun of things that were said in class...stupid comments....like, well I'll save it. But for the most part, I missed out on a lot in the world around me. The world was not going to stop turning while I studied about how to save lives. So now I want to do everything. I want to go places. (I did go on a road trip to Washington DC. That was fun.) and do things (Like skydive...I will once I get the money). Try everything. If you don't like it, don't do it again. I mean if you don't try it, you may never get the opportunity again, and then you will regret it for the rest of your life.
A person's person no matter how small.
This is another important thing that I think that people tend to miss in everyday life. Human dignity is in EVERY human being and it needs to be respected. Yes, they guy who is mentally handicapped and is bagging your groceries is a human being. Those who are black, red, yellow, green whatever, they are humans. That one old person who yells at you for bending that one single blade of grass (yes....the exist.....I knew the man....God rest his soul.) yeah, he's human too. No one is better than anyone else. If you cut us all open, remove the skin and the hair and the outside appearance, it would be very scary....and you would also see that we are all the same. Maybe we have slight different variations between us. Like our heart is 1.65783724 mm deviated to the left. Whatever. We are all the same. We all have emotions, feelings, things that set us off, desires, dreams. So yeah.
Alrighties. Enough. I think I said enough. I have like three more blogs in my head so I'll have to write those out soon. Man, my brain never sleeps. Can get quite annoying.
Boy I make you smell good
So yeah...it's been a while, huh? :mellow: Sorry, life kinda got the better of me.
So yes, I won the peep contest.
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Today's blog question comes from my brother:
If you were a bathroom cleaner, what scent would you be and why?
Let me first off start out by saying, I really hate bathrooms and the cleaning of such. I really really hate it. It isn't hard. Actually it is relatively easy to do. I just don't like it. I don't know why. I should sit down and figure that out...
Hm...bathroom scent. This is a very delicate thing to decide. We have to first concentrate on the fact that we need to disinfect. It is very important to do so because germs reside in the bathroom. So disinfecting would be ideal. The best thing to use to disinfect is of course bleach. However, bleach really smells. There will be times that I will smell like bleach all day because I cleaned the bathrooms. Regardless of a shower or how many times I wash my hands. It is nuts.
So we need the disinfectant...and then a smell to cover up the disinfectant. Hmmm....what smell....what smell.
This reminds me of my favorite pastime, smelling things.
Yankee Candle Company is one of the greatest stores on earth. I will go there just to smell candles. They are so realistic! Sometimes I seriously have to hold myself back from eating the cake one...or the sugar cookie one....or vanilla bean one.....THEY JUST SMELL HEAVENLY!!! I love Christmas time the best because they have all the pine ones, and greenery ones. It is just great.
Bath and Body works is another great store for smelling. I went there yesterday to buy more honeysuckle body wash because it smells so good. They had new scents out so I smelled away. Then this guy came up and started talking to me about this real new scent...I have no idea what he told me but I said sure and got a free scent bracelet thingy. I smelled that in the car on the way home. In fact it is hanging from my rear view mirror. So they had a deal buy one get one half off. I got my honey suckle and then I got Black Amethyst....Both smell so delightful and pretty!
Clean men also smell lovely. I love the fresh smell of zest or Irish spring or whatever a clean guy uses in the shower. Old Spice smells good too...the mountain spring or ice mountain falls or whatever the names are. There was one time in the computer lab at AU that I was standing next to a guy. We were waiting for the printer to finish printing our stuff. He looked kinda scruffy so I thought, this guy is either going to smell gross or not smell at all. Then suddenly I caught a whiff of something beautiful. It was Irish Spring. Wow...I was stunned. That guy really smelled good! I wanted to just sniff off his shirt or something...but I refrained. I returned to my computer and told my friend. I also told her that she should go smell him. She declined. :) Her loss. Although I guess it would be weird for her to go smell some random guy just for the Irish Spring. Another time in anatomy lab, there was this guy with awesome Cologne on. Now I can't stand the cheap axe or body spray. They give me headaches. But this guy smelled like expensive stuff. Me and my friend would stand next to him to smell him because the cadavers were so stinky. He thought we were weird. We were.
Clean clothes from clothes detergent. Cheer and Tide are the best to me. We don't use it here but it just smells delicious. Again, in anatomy lab, my friend and I would wash our lab coats the night before with it so that we could smell each other's shoulders while we worked on the cadavers. They really really reeked.
So now that I have a bunch of scent to choose from, what would I want to be?
I don't think I should be a food scent. That would be weird in the bathroom.
"Hmmm, I need to use the bathroom....funny, it smells like a kitchen in here."
Yeah that probably wouldn't go over well. People would start associating the kitchen with bodily functions. Yeah that is not good. Plus, whenever I see a lemon now I think of bathrooms. I am sure people do not want to eat a sugar cookie and think...mmmmmmm, bathroom. Mos Def....Food scents are out.
I could do an outdoors smell. There are a lot of those. Like mountain fresh or morning dew. I do like the smell of a new day. You know, you wake up at the crack of dawn and you go outside before anyone else is awake and you take a deep breathe in. That is an awesome smell. The world untouched by anything. Fresh, clean air. I love it. If I could bottle that up I think it would make an awesome bathroom cleaner scent. However, it is a little more wispy of a smell. I am not sure that it would cover up the disinfectant smell.
Perfumes! Perfumes are strong enough to take on the worst of disinfectants! Tommy Girl smells good. I think that it is strong enough to cover up the disinfectant AS well as make the place smell good :) I likes. I've had my Tommy girl for about 5 years now. I love it. It only takes one spray and you are set for the day.
There ya go, Tommy Girl Bathroom Cleaner. I should sell it. I bet I would make millions. And then I could do like every perfume into a bathroom cleaner. Then everyone could get their scent in a cleaning form. How neat would that be?
Well, until next time folks, which I hope won't be two months.
Magpie.
Well,
So yes, I won the peep contest.
You can check it out at
www.youtube.com/picchickolo
While you are there, feel free to befriend me or subscribe. More videos to come ^.^
Today's blog question comes from my brother:
If you were a bathroom cleaner, what scent would you be and why?
Let me first off start out by saying, I really hate bathrooms and the cleaning of such. I really really hate it. It isn't hard. Actually it is relatively easy to do. I just don't like it. I don't know why. I should sit down and figure that out...
Hm...bathroom scent. This is a very delicate thing to decide. We have to first concentrate on the fact that we need to disinfect. It is very important to do so because germs reside in the bathroom. So disinfecting would be ideal. The best thing to use to disinfect is of course bleach. However, bleach really smells. There will be times that I will smell like bleach all day because I cleaned the bathrooms. Regardless of a shower or how many times I wash my hands. It is nuts.
So we need the disinfectant...and then a smell to cover up the disinfectant. Hmmm....what smell....what smell.
This reminds me of my favorite pastime, smelling things.
Yankee Candle Company is one of the greatest stores on earth. I will go there just to smell candles. They are so realistic! Sometimes I seriously have to hold myself back from eating the cake one...or the sugar cookie one....or vanilla bean one.....THEY JUST SMELL HEAVENLY!!! I love Christmas time the best because they have all the pine ones, and greenery ones. It is just great.
Bath and Body works is another great store for smelling. I went there yesterday to buy more honeysuckle body wash because it smells so good. They had new scents out so I smelled away. Then this guy came up and started talking to me about this real new scent...I have no idea what he told me but I said sure and got a free scent bracelet thingy. I smelled that in the car on the way home. In fact it is hanging from my rear view mirror. So they had a deal buy one get one half off. I got my honey suckle and then I got Black Amethyst....Both smell so delightful and pretty!
Clean men also smell lovely. I love the fresh smell of zest or Irish spring or whatever a clean guy uses in the shower. Old Spice smells good too...the mountain spring or ice mountain falls or whatever the names are. There was one time in the computer lab at AU that I was standing next to a guy. We were waiting for the printer to finish printing our stuff. He looked kinda scruffy so I thought, this guy is either going to smell gross or not smell at all. Then suddenly I caught a whiff of something beautiful. It was Irish Spring. Wow...I was stunned. That guy really smelled good! I wanted to just sniff off his shirt or something...but I refrained. I returned to my computer and told my friend. I also told her that she should go smell him. She declined. :) Her loss. Although I guess it would be weird for her to go smell some random guy just for the Irish Spring. Another time in anatomy lab, there was this guy with awesome Cologne on. Now I can't stand the cheap axe or body spray. They give me headaches. But this guy smelled like expensive stuff. Me and my friend would stand next to him to smell him because the cadavers were so stinky. He thought we were weird. We were.
Clean clothes from clothes detergent. Cheer and Tide are the best to me. We don't use it here but it just smells delicious. Again, in anatomy lab, my friend and I would wash our lab coats the night before with it so that we could smell each other's shoulders while we worked on the cadavers. They really really reeked.
So now that I have a bunch of scent to choose from, what would I want to be?
I don't think I should be a food scent. That would be weird in the bathroom.
"Hmmm, I need to use the bathroom....funny, it smells like a kitchen in here."
Yeah that probably wouldn't go over well. People would start associating the kitchen with bodily functions. Yeah that is not good. Plus, whenever I see a lemon now I think of bathrooms. I am sure people do not want to eat a sugar cookie and think...mmmmmmm, bathroom. Mos Def....Food scents are out.
I could do an outdoors smell. There are a lot of those. Like mountain fresh or morning dew. I do like the smell of a new day. You know, you wake up at the crack of dawn and you go outside before anyone else is awake and you take a deep breathe in. That is an awesome smell. The world untouched by anything. Fresh, clean air. I love it. If I could bottle that up I think it would make an awesome bathroom cleaner scent. However, it is a little more wispy of a smell. I am not sure that it would cover up the disinfectant smell.
Perfumes! Perfumes are strong enough to take on the worst of disinfectants! Tommy Girl smells good. I think that it is strong enough to cover up the disinfectant AS well as make the place smell good :) I likes. I've had my Tommy girl for about 5 years now. I love it. It only takes one spray and you are set for the day.
There ya go, Tommy Girl Bathroom Cleaner. I should sell it. I bet I would make millions. And then I could do like every perfume into a bathroom cleaner. Then everyone could get their scent in a cleaning form. How neat would that be?
Well, until next time folks, which I hope won't be two months.
Magpie.
Well,
SMILE your on Candid Camera
I really love my teeth. So yeah, my teeth are my pride and joy. I love taking care of them and stuff. No cavities for 23 years. No braces ever. No chips, no surgeries to correct. Yeah they are pretty much perfect except for a few imperfection.
I remember when I use to not take very good care of my teeth like when I was 10 or something like that. My uncle gave us a bunch of lollipops. Not the cheap dum dum ones. I mean like real cool huge sphere lollipops with all sorts of flavors. I would eat one or two after dinner or lunch. Well, after one of those delicious ones, I think it was strawberry cheesecake or something like that, grandma pricked my conscience:
"Do you brush you teeth after those?"
"No...sometimes I forget to brush my teeth at night too."
"WHAT? How do you do that? If ate one of those I wouldn't be able to do anything else until I brushed my teeth. And I cannot go to sleep unless I brush my teeth."
".....oh....." *finished lollipop and brushed teeth*
From that time on if I did not brush my teeth all I could think of was my poor white teeth being eaten by bacteria and sugar. And them crying for help. And all I did was sleep. So basically I can't sleep unless I brush them.
So usually I like going to see the Dentist. My teeth are all happy because they get all polished and smooth. They get their picture taken and they all smile because they know that they are well taken care of. The Dentist comes in and says, "Beautiful teeth." And you walk out of there all fresh mouthed and if you run your tongue over the surfaces of your teeth it is all smooth and clean. Yeah I like the Dentist.
However, today was different. Today was an "emergency" appoint for my poor teeth. After a month and a half of a tooth screaming after cold and hot drinks and soda drinks, I decided that I really needed it looked at. I apologized to my tooth and made an excuse as to why I waited so long. My tooth understood. Circumstances were not right for this impromptu visit :( I feared the worst. Another cavity. Another drilling. My poor sad tooth cried at the thought of a mean drill taking out a part that was with him for 23 years. I tried to explain to him that if it has to be done, he'll feel so much better. He will have the hurt cut out. He still cried. I cried too. Inside. If I went around talking to my tooth out loud I wouldn't be here typing this blog. I'd probably be arrested for drug possession or being crazy or something to that effect.
So in I walk to the Dentist office.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi, Magpie, I'll let them know you are here." Yeah they know me by name and face. ^.^ I like the Dentist.
I sat down and waited for my name to be called. There was another woman sitting a couple chairs next to me. Well after about a minute I started to get bored. Should I get a magazine to read? Nah, that would mean I'd have to walk across the office. My eye caught the really cool looking lego table. That looked fun. I started to envision all the structures to build. Someone had already built a house. I was trying to figure out what I could build. I was so tempted to get up and sit in a little chair and start building. I mean there were some really colorful legos in there. Light green...I never saw that color in lego. I saw a lot of primary colors and grey and black for planes and star wars and boats but never light green.
"Resist...resist..."
Minutes passed when I was finally called back. Whew...I could forget about playing with them. So back in the room I went. They hygienist was really nice. My tooth got a picture taken. No issues and problems showed up. Wonderful! I breathed a sigh of relief. No cavity showed up. It was great. I was happy. But what was my problem? The hygienist told me to wait and that she was going to get the Dentist.
Well, leaving Magpie in a room alone is probably not the best thing in the world. Especially with all the cool new tools that were all over the place. There were magazines on the wall. Should I read on? No....too boring. I could do that anywhere. OOooooooo the over head light. No too big to move. They would mos def recognize if that was moved. OH! That fake jaw is on the counter!!! I COULD PLAY WITH THAT! No because I have to get out of the chair.
This was my dream come true! Being able to play with forbidden objects!!!
Then...I turned to my left. What did I behold but the water spit cup/sink thingy. On the side was a little black button. I HAD to figure out what it did. I press the button and WAAALLAAA water comes squirting out of the spout above the cup. So cool. I watched and waited for the water to stop. The cup continued to fill up...no stopping in site.....shoot.
shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot. The water did not stop. It was not stopping. The cup began to overflow onto the floor and onto water-fountain-spit-thingy. So took the cup and dumped as the water continued to go all over. I pressed another button. It stopped filling the cup. Phew. It instead swirled around the sink. That was ok. At least I can handle that, right? At least, when it is in the sink it will go down the drain not all over the place. However, after a while it started back up in the cup again. I kept pressing the button to make it swirl. Finally after searching, I realized that the stand that the actual cup was on would turn off the water
so I press the plate and TA DA! The water stopped. Awesome. I. Am. A. Genius. *wink*
Now I had another problem. There was water all over the place. I had to do something. I couldn't let the dentist office know that I, Magpie...the newly graduated nurse...was playing with the dentist tools and now had water all over the place! So I creeped out of the dentist chair and tiptoed to the sink with my paper bib thing flowing silently before me. I grabbed a couple of paper towels and creeped back to my chair. The mess didn't look all the bad so I began with the large machine that was under the water spigot thingy.
On this large machine thingy were two valves. I carefully navigated the paper towel around the valve. Only I hit the last one and it started hissing. Geez...no being covert here. I quickly turned the valve off and sat back, tucked the paper towel under my leg and folded my hands. After a few minutes, I realized that no one was coming, I returned to the task at hand. I continued to wipe up what water I saw. I was going to wipe up the floor but then decided against it because it would be too tricky and risky. So I declared task completed.
I sat back deciding that maybe dental tools is not my forte. I looked around at the other things in the room. Yes, I was not content to just wait for the dentist. I wanted something to do. I turned to look at the xrays. Study my pretty teeth. It was a whole other view from what I am use to looking at in the mirror. Such whiteness...purity....and then transparency....gum line. Beautiful.
"Magpie?"
I come out of my trance and tell the dentist what's up with my poor babies. She looks at the x-ray and says, "Nothing remarkable there..." She then asked me to point out where my pain is. I do it and she says,
"Ahhh, I know what your issue is...I am going to mimic the pain..." She does so and I realize...my gums are receding :(
So yes, receded gums. I brushed too hard...too aggressively. She explains it to me and tells me what I need to do for the rest of my life.
So....this is a lifelong thing. She says it isn't a big deal but to me it is. So, I feel really bad about my teeth and what I did to them. I really feel bad. I think I will write a sorry note to my teeth...
In other news, I was watching a peep video sent by one of my friends. They nerd in the video (they are nerd fighters) erroneously said that 12 peeps is the most that one can eat in a sitting. After further research, I found the original vlog where the other nerd said the most peeps in three minutes. I was too lazy to watch all 39 video response to beat the best. You know my mind...flubber. So my friend graciously watched all 39 video responses and found that the most was 20 in 3 mintues.
COME ON!!!! 20?!?!?! <_<
So I am challenged. That is it. I am going to beat this meager amount. I got online...bought a box of 360 peeps. It should arrive by the end of this week :) I am excited. I have been challenged and I will not back down!!!
Till next time my faithful readers!
Magpie!
I remember when I use to not take very good care of my teeth like when I was 10 or something like that. My uncle gave us a bunch of lollipops. Not the cheap dum dum ones. I mean like real cool huge sphere lollipops with all sorts of flavors. I would eat one or two after dinner or lunch. Well, after one of those delicious ones, I think it was strawberry cheesecake or something like that, grandma pricked my conscience:
"Do you brush you teeth after those?"
"No...sometimes I forget to brush my teeth at night too."
"WHAT? How do you do that? If ate one of those I wouldn't be able to do anything else until I brushed my teeth. And I cannot go to sleep unless I brush my teeth."
".....oh....." *finished lollipop and brushed teeth*
From that time on if I did not brush my teeth all I could think of was my poor white teeth being eaten by bacteria and sugar. And them crying for help. And all I did was sleep. So basically I can't sleep unless I brush them.
So usually I like going to see the Dentist. My teeth are all happy because they get all polished and smooth. They get their picture taken and they all smile because they know that they are well taken care of. The Dentist comes in and says, "Beautiful teeth." And you walk out of there all fresh mouthed and if you run your tongue over the surfaces of your teeth it is all smooth and clean. Yeah I like the Dentist.
However, today was different. Today was an "emergency" appoint for my poor teeth. After a month and a half of a tooth screaming after cold and hot drinks and soda drinks, I decided that I really needed it looked at. I apologized to my tooth and made an excuse as to why I waited so long. My tooth understood. Circumstances were not right for this impromptu visit :( I feared the worst. Another cavity. Another drilling. My poor sad tooth cried at the thought of a mean drill taking out a part that was with him for 23 years. I tried to explain to him that if it has to be done, he'll feel so much better. He will have the hurt cut out. He still cried. I cried too. Inside. If I went around talking to my tooth out loud I wouldn't be here typing this blog. I'd probably be arrested for drug possession or being crazy or something to that effect.
So in I walk to the Dentist office.
"Hi," I said.
"Hi, Magpie, I'll let them know you are here." Yeah they know me by name and face. ^.^ I like the Dentist.
I sat down and waited for my name to be called. There was another woman sitting a couple chairs next to me. Well after about a minute I started to get bored. Should I get a magazine to read? Nah, that would mean I'd have to walk across the office. My eye caught the really cool looking lego table. That looked fun. I started to envision all the structures to build. Someone had already built a house. I was trying to figure out what I could build. I was so tempted to get up and sit in a little chair and start building. I mean there were some really colorful legos in there. Light green...I never saw that color in lego. I saw a lot of primary colors and grey and black for planes and star wars and boats but never light green.
"Resist...resist..."
Minutes passed when I was finally called back. Whew...I could forget about playing with them. So back in the room I went. They hygienist was really nice. My tooth got a picture taken. No issues and problems showed up. Wonderful! I breathed a sigh of relief. No cavity showed up. It was great. I was happy. But what was my problem? The hygienist told me to wait and that she was going to get the Dentist.
Well, leaving Magpie in a room alone is probably not the best thing in the world. Especially with all the cool new tools that were all over the place. There were magazines on the wall. Should I read on? No....too boring. I could do that anywhere. OOooooooo the over head light. No too big to move. They would mos def recognize if that was moved. OH! That fake jaw is on the counter!!! I COULD PLAY WITH THAT! No because I have to get out of the chair.
This was my dream come true! Being able to play with forbidden objects!!!
Then...I turned to my left. What did I behold but the water spit cup/sink thingy. On the side was a little black button. I HAD to figure out what it did. I press the button and WAAALLAAA water comes squirting out of the spout above the cup. So cool. I watched and waited for the water to stop. The cup continued to fill up...no stopping in site.....shoot.
shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot shoot. The water did not stop. It was not stopping. The cup began to overflow onto the floor and onto water-fountain-spit-thingy. So took the cup and dumped as the water continued to go all over. I pressed another button. It stopped filling the cup. Phew. It instead swirled around the sink. That was ok. At least I can handle that, right? At least, when it is in the sink it will go down the drain not all over the place. However, after a while it started back up in the cup again. I kept pressing the button to make it swirl. Finally after searching, I realized that the stand that the actual cup was on would turn off the water
so I press the plate and TA DA! The water stopped. Awesome. I. Am. A. Genius. *wink*
Now I had another problem. There was water all over the place. I had to do something. I couldn't let the dentist office know that I, Magpie...the newly graduated nurse...was playing with the dentist tools and now had water all over the place! So I creeped out of the dentist chair and tiptoed to the sink with my paper bib thing flowing silently before me. I grabbed a couple of paper towels and creeped back to my chair. The mess didn't look all the bad so I began with the large machine that was under the water spigot thingy.
On this large machine thingy were two valves. I carefully navigated the paper towel around the valve. Only I hit the last one and it started hissing. Geez...no being covert here. I quickly turned the valve off and sat back, tucked the paper towel under my leg and folded my hands. After a few minutes, I realized that no one was coming, I returned to the task at hand. I continued to wipe up what water I saw. I was going to wipe up the floor but then decided against it because it would be too tricky and risky. So I declared task completed.
I sat back deciding that maybe dental tools is not my forte. I looked around at the other things in the room. Yes, I was not content to just wait for the dentist. I wanted something to do. I turned to look at the xrays. Study my pretty teeth. It was a whole other view from what I am use to looking at in the mirror. Such whiteness...purity....and then transparency....gum line. Beautiful.
"Magpie?"
I come out of my trance and tell the dentist what's up with my poor babies. She looks at the x-ray and says, "Nothing remarkable there..." She then asked me to point out where my pain is. I do it and she says,
"Ahhh, I know what your issue is...I am going to mimic the pain..." She does so and I realize...my gums are receding :(
So yes, receded gums. I brushed too hard...too aggressively. She explains it to me and tells me what I need to do for the rest of my life.
So....this is a lifelong thing. She says it isn't a big deal but to me it is. So, I feel really bad about my teeth and what I did to them. I really feel bad. I think I will write a sorry note to my teeth...
Dear Teeth,
I realized today that I really hurt you. Please understand that
in the long run I was really trying to help you. I really was. I didn't know
that by brushing you guys like that was actually ruining you. It really tears me
up inside when I think about it. I now made you even more vulnerable to fact
that you might get cavities. I am so sorry. I will try my best to brush the way
the dentist told me to. I will even buy the special toothpaste she suggests. I
promise. I will also start to floss more too. That will help. I want to make you
happy. I don't want to lose you in my old age. I want to be with you until I
die. I am so sorry that I did this. I hope that my improved actions will make up
for the trouble that I have caused you.
Love, your bestest fan,
Magpie.
In other news, I was watching a peep video sent by one of my friends. They nerd in the video (they are nerd fighters) erroneously said that 12 peeps is the most that one can eat in a sitting. After further research, I found the original vlog where the other nerd said the most peeps in three minutes. I was too lazy to watch all 39 video response to beat the best. You know my mind...flubber. So my friend graciously watched all 39 video responses and found that the most was 20 in 3 mintues.
COME ON!!!! 20?!?!?! <_<
So I am challenged. That is it. I am going to beat this meager amount. I got online...bought a box of 360 peeps. It should arrive by the end of this week :) I am excited. I have been challenged and I will not back down!!!
Till next time my faithful readers!
Magpie!
I'M A GIRL!!! WOOOO!!!
Yeah...I really am not muscular like that one guy. I think that people took that the wrong way...I really do not look like that. lol...but I could scale a mean well wall ;)
*angelic voices*
Random Question of the blooooooggggg!
*end angelic voices*
What is the best part of being a girl?
Oh wow. Best part? I don't know if there is a "best" part...maybe bests part. I mean best partS.
Considering I am a girl, and girls have the rap of being complicated, did you expect a straight answer? Well even if you disagree with the complicated question because I am Magpie and as Magpie, everything is complicated. Even if it is a simple task I make it much more complicated.
For example, decision making. Making a decision should be easy right? Well, I guess it depends on the decision. For me even the simplest easiest decision is made complicated by my random mind.
"Should I wear red or blue today? Well I could wear red. Red looks good on me. But blue is my favorite color. I love blue. Wait, what do I have going on today? Should I wear blue? Is something special going on? Does the red make me look fat? I don't want to look fat. I should wear blue because it will make me feel pretty. But later this week I am going out with friends. I should wear red today and save the blue for later this week. I really want to wear blue today though....ok I'll wear yellow."
Complicated? Yes I guess so.
I guess I should list this out to make it a little less complicated
The Best Parts of Being a Girl.
1. Variety of clothing
Yes, only girls can decide to wear a skirt or dress or to wear pants. Men cannot do so. If they did it would be weird and their masculinity is questionable. This can also be a curse though. At least for me. I cannot for the life of me figure out how to match clothes. There is too much to think about. Which color matches which color. What pattern can go with another. Purse with shoes...shoes with earrings, underwear to eyes. All the rules are crazy. But at least we have the option of picking the different types and genres of clothing.
Getting free stuff
You walk into a store and they all have samples for you to try. Just try it...you walk in too Marshall Field's in Chicago and if you look worthy enough all the makeup people want you to try free samples. It is really cool...although it hasn't happened to me yet I am waiting for the day.
Wait, does that mean that I am not worthy? Or does that mean that I do not look like girl? :sadder: Or does that mean that I don't look old enough? Maybe I look too poor to afford anything at the store :thinking: yeah. That's it :) Ok...back to the list
STILL PART OF 2) another free thing you get is samples in the mail. if you are a girl who never got free samples in the mail then you aren't living!! ^.^ Go to http://www.walmart.com/ Then go to IN STORES NOW. Then scroll down to FREE samples. Sign up and wall laa! Free samples in the mail! Right now their free samples consist of depends, deodorant, perfume wipees, and cheerios :) It is pretty sweet. You also get free samples from DHC THE BEST SKIN CARE PRODUCTS OUT THERE! Sign up for their catalogue and you too will get hooked :) http://www.dhccare.com/
3) Capability to feel and show emotion:
Now before all I get all the men all mad at me. You guys do have the capability to feel and show emotion. Yet I believe that women have it a little easier. If we cry, if we show some love, we do not have to worry about being manly or looking girly in front of their friends. We are girls. I think too that by the very nature of being a girl we are more sensitive to the feeling within ourselves. Now before everyone gets into a tizzy about that comment just think for a moment. As being a girl, we grow into women, and thus have the capability to have children. We have by the very fact of being a women a nurturing disposition. Which makes a great segway into my next topic:
4) Capability to have babies
Here is where Magpie might get a little sappy on you. The capability of having babies is one of the best parts to being a girl. Men mos def cannot do this. No matter how much science tries to mess with it...they just can't. This part makes all the pains of being a girl so much better. Now, I never had a baby. But I have a huge family so I remember my little brothers being born. I did my OB rotation where I saw actual live births. I see newborns in Church. I see toddlers at the beach. Children are everywhere. When I see a pregnant woman, I wonder what it would be like. When I have my first baby it is going to be so cool. Mind you yes, I know all the "horrible" things that go with childbirth...the stretch marks, the pain, the weight gain, the fact that I will probably end up on bed rest according to my teacher. But to me that doesn't matter. Don't think I am weird but I honestly cannot wait to feel my baby's first kick inside of me. My baby and I will have a bond that cannot be shared with anyone else. I will give my baby all she/he needs within me. To be entrusted with such a huge responsibility is so totally mind blowing for me that I cannot comprehend it. Women are given this by God: to care for the most innocent of the world. So totally awesome. And then when they are born, they are entrusted to be cared for by us. Of course my husband will hopefully help in child rearing, but many times it is the mother that the child runs to for kisses on their boo boos and when they are hungry. I can only hope that God will entrust the care of one of his little ones to me someday. I promise to try to be the best mother I can. With the help of my future spouse (who ever you are...), I will keep that promise.
My sappy moment is finished.
All in all being a girl is not half bad. No it is pretty great. But I have to say. That is the hardest question I have had to answer thus far. It was really difficult to wrap my fingers around stuff that was the best part of being a girl.
Well until next time my friends!
Magpie.
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