Ten Years

So apparently I'm old. Next year marks my ten-year anniversary of graduating high school. Holy crappers.

On top of all that reminiscing, I have to do actual WORK - I was class president and so it falls to me to put a whole reunion thing together. However. There are some snags that I immediately see to this lets-get-together plan - there were only 23 people in my high school graduating class. That means not a lot of moolah. Also, I'm not Facebook friends with all 23. Lastly, I don't even know where to START with the whole planning process.

Oh well. I sent out a Facebook message to the FB friends I DO have, just to gauge interest. We shall see.

A Post Illustrating the Differences Between my Husband and Me.

What my husband wants:

The 1989 Reebok Pumps. Oh yes. He is that awesome. Please take into consideration that he already has three other pairs of sneakers that are similar to these - weird shoes that were only bought for costume parties at our friend's house in Greenville, SC.

What I want:

A Hamsa necklace to ward off the malocchio and other evil things floating through the air. HEY I work on an ONCOLOGY floor people. There is a shit-ton of crazy stuff floating around there.

Sometimes I wonder how we ended up together... =)

Dani

I Hate Making Up Titles.

Seriously, I do. My dislike of coming up with creative titles stems from my stint as a PR/marketing writer - I liked writing stories...but the titles...sheesh.

Anyways.

I've been a nurse for almost six months. Not very long, but long enough to be tired of working in the "trenches" of the floor nurse. It's not that I don't love (most of) my patients, or enjoy working with (most of) my co-workers, but it's a million little frustrations that happen almost every day while I'm at work. I'll go into them in future posts - but right now I'm in a mood that isn't too foul, so I'll stay away from those nagging annoyances.

Also, I've turned a new corner in my life. I've changed careers, reached 6 months in that new profession (well, almost) and I'm getting that feeling again. That I-need-something-to-do-before-I-go-crazy feeling, that something-needs-to-change feeling. I'm officially a woman in my late wenties and my biological clock is starting to go tick-tick-tick... but I still want to get my BS and possibly MS in nursing. I want to be a change agent on so many levels - but I also want to be a mommy. That's a change agent too, right?

Hmm.

I'm a firstborn, and was one of the oldest kids in my class. I got married when I was 23 and have never regretted it. However, I'm terrified to be the first of my same-aged friends to get preggers (at least first of the non-Greenville ones!). But that's another topic too. SO, you can see, I have a lot rolling around in my head - so much, in fact, that it's been really hard to sit and put it into words. But...I'm going to try. At least for my sanity's sake!

So. That;s it for this rainy Friday (really like my Sunday since I have to work tomorrow and the next day). I solemnly swear that I'll be much much better about trying tp put SOMETHING down on this blog regularly.

Love and kisses.

Dani