PAPERWORK

This semester of the Nursing Program has me buried in PAPERWORK.

We are required to do PAPERWORK for our PAPERWORK. And just when we have handwritten all of our PAPERWORK, we then have a class over how to do said PAPERWORK, only to realize we have been doing it wrong and must start all over.

Okay now that I have gotten that off my chest I will REJOICE in today's tiny accomplishment. Today my PAPERWORK was turned in with time to spare. I am not saying it was absolutely 100% correct, but I did my best {insert me doing the happy dance here}.

We must celebrate the little things, right?!

To and Fro

Spent the day running to and fro.

to = the doctor's office

fro = the pharmacy and the house

the remainder of the day was spent

trying to appease the natives and when

that didn't work I decided to hide away

and edit photos.

This weekend I will be immersed in adhesive,

scissors, and paper for The Scrap-Room. I

am really looking forward to it especially since

I took last month off from designing.

I was delighted to discover this gem of a photo

on my camera. Seldom do I get a REAL picture

of Noah. You know, a picture where his personality

really shines through. I love this one. It made my day,

and also made my weekend scrapbooking quest that much

more enjoyable.

The story of the No Good, Rotten Blogger

So the good news is I am alive.
and the bad news is ..........

I am a No Good Rotten Blogger.


In my defense though I feel I need to add that I have had a good excuse.....several in fact.
The cliff notes version goes a little like this:
We moved....again. Into a house that needed lots of "love".
Heath broke his styloid process during said move.
After completing the Spring semester (my first in the Nursing Program) I decided I was sad to leave the hospital for the summer so I got a job there.
I also took Microbiology during the summer .....while I worked 12 hr night shifts at the hospital.
Dealt with many repairs on our home in Houston.
Made it through another cancer scare involving "concerning" lymph nodes.
Survived Shingles (and now know that a. Shingles hurt like the dickens and b. They aren't just for the elderly)
And now I am hitting the books harder than ever.

See, I told you I have been busy.