i can't stop thinking about picnic food, to the point where my mouth is watering just at the thought.
picnic potluck...uhh....pizza. no...oooh, potato salad. i make killer potato salad. then i googled picnic food. and i ran across this. and now i am so befuddled.
cold noodles? delicious wraps? pasta salad? quesadillas? crusty bread and dip? or stick to pizza? or stick to potato salad? UGHHH....so many choices...! what do you all think?
i think i need to make a costco run.
Wednesday, June 3, 2009
Friday, May 15, 2009
chocolate pudding
so i tried to apply for this scholarship, and i finished the essay i was writing for it, but then i went to turn it in and found out the deadline had passed by a couple of hours. FML.
might as well put the essay to good use. we'll call it a short story. ^^
There is a saying that talks of moments that change us so profoundly that life afterwards will forever be known as before this moment, and after this moment. I had promised a game of rummy with him after dinner. Of course, as nursing goes, we get swept aside with tasks suddenly pressing; it is too easy to become consumed by what needs to get done. The promise flew back to me a few hours later, and as my feet rushed, my hand clenched around a deck of cards in shame. The room was dim, the curtains drawn, and sleep was looming and reproachful. I tread toward his bed, and touched his arm. Graciously, he smiled as my feeble apologies tumbled forth. And when I asked what I could do to make it up to him, he politely requested chocolate pudding, if I could find it. “Two spoons!” he called, as I practically ran out to fetch it, eager to alleviate the embarrassment I felt over the missed game of cards. There was no chocolate pudding anywhere. Suddenly, I remembered the fortuitous chocolate pudding I had brought and was saving for my break. I strode victoriously back to his room, and whispered to him our luck that I had found the last one. He smiled again, insisted that the second spoon was mine, and we shared the pudding over talk of swine flu. When the last of the pudding was gone, he sighed, "That really hit the spot." He turned toward me and smiled widely, his eyes glittering in the soft orange light. As he thanked me, he said, "You really made my night." I couldn't help the answering smile breaking on my face, as I whispered back that he made my night as well. There was before this moment, the textbooks, the tests, the tiredness, and the theories of nursing school. And there is after this moment, the connection, the communication, and the kindness: all conscious, faint, and feathery, but present and alive.
might as well put the essay to good use. we'll call it a short story. ^^
There is a saying that talks of moments that change us so profoundly that life afterwards will forever be known as before this moment, and after this moment. I had promised a game of rummy with him after dinner. Of course, as nursing goes, we get swept aside with tasks suddenly pressing; it is too easy to become consumed by what needs to get done. The promise flew back to me a few hours later, and as my feet rushed, my hand clenched around a deck of cards in shame. The room was dim, the curtains drawn, and sleep was looming and reproachful. I tread toward his bed, and touched his arm. Graciously, he smiled as my feeble apologies tumbled forth. And when I asked what I could do to make it up to him, he politely requested chocolate pudding, if I could find it. “Two spoons!” he called, as I practically ran out to fetch it, eager to alleviate the embarrassment I felt over the missed game of cards. There was no chocolate pudding anywhere. Suddenly, I remembered the fortuitous chocolate pudding I had brought and was saving for my break. I strode victoriously back to his room, and whispered to him our luck that I had found the last one. He smiled again, insisted that the second spoon was mine, and we shared the pudding over talk of swine flu. When the last of the pudding was gone, he sighed, "That really hit the spot." He turned toward me and smiled widely, his eyes glittering in the soft orange light. As he thanked me, he said, "You really made my night." I couldn't help the answering smile breaking on my face, as I whispered back that he made my night as well. There was before this moment, the textbooks, the tests, the tiredness, and the theories of nursing school. And there is after this moment, the connection, the communication, and the kindness: all conscious, faint, and feathery, but present and alive.
Thursday, May 7, 2009
flight attendant rap
there is an airline company i don't particularly like, and it flies south and it flies west....but this flight attendant has me sold!
Friday, April 17, 2009
a picture is worth a thousand words
click on the pics to see them! (they got cut off a bit)
a picture of you dressed up
a picture of you dressed up
a picture of you that is old, but is one of your favorites
a picture of you and who you live with
a picture of you during the summer
a picture of you with a parent or two
a picture of you in your room
a picture of you very drunk
a picture of you on your birthday
a picture on your favorite holiday
the oldest picture you have of yourself in digital form
a picture of you in one of your favorite outfits
a picture of you making a funny face
a picture of you showing off your new haircut
a picture of you being your true self
a picture of a time in your life that you wish wasn't over
a picture of a time in your life that you're happy is over
a picture of you being ridiculous
a picture of you with your oldest friend(s)
a picture of you with your newest friend(s)
a picture you didn't know was being taken
a picture when you were anything but happy, even if you were smiling and doing your best to hide it.
a picture of yourself that you like
a picture of you with someone you love
a picture of you with a sibling
a picture of you with something you love
a picture of you living your life how you would like to live everyday of your life
a picture of when your life was changing
a picture of you and one of your talents
a picture that makes your heart smile
a picture that makes your heart hurt
a picture of you and who you live with
a picture of you during the summer
a picture of you with a parent or two
a picture of you in your room
a picture of you very drunk
a picture of you on your birthday
a picture on your favorite holiday
the oldest picture you have of yourself in digital form
a picture of you in one of your favorite outfits
a picture of you making a funny face
a picture of you showing off your new haircut
a picture of you being your true self
a picture of a time in your life that you wish wasn't over
a picture of a time in your life that you're happy is over
a picture of you being ridiculous
a picture of you with your oldest friend(s)
a picture of you with your newest friend(s)
a picture you didn't know was being taken
a picture when you were anything but happy, even if you were smiling and doing your best to hide it.
a picture of yourself that you like
a picture of you with someone you love
a picture of you with a sibling
a picture of you with something you love
a picture of you living your life how you would like to live everyday of your life
a picture of when your life was changing
a picture of you and one of your talents
a picture that makes your heart smile
a picture that makes your heart hurt
Tuesday, April 14, 2009
lost...
when will i ever stop losing my phone? probably never. it's the nature of the beast between me and my cell phone. i have lost it all over seattle...found it, lost it, found it.
i hate the feeling you have when you've lost something. i end up dreaming about finding it, and then waking up to the reality. it's not the most important thing in the world...but i am feeling so lost and disconnected without it.
i have lost some sense of time, but most of all...i feel like i've lost one of the only things that makes me feel connected to others. i can't call for help, and i can't answer when people try to reach me quickly. it's so inconvenient, so maddening how something that wasn't necessary at first becomes so ingrained into daily routine that being without makes me practically helpless and unresourceful. so now i cling to the internet, with the hopes of life returning to normal sometime soon.
i hate the feeling you have when you've lost something. i end up dreaming about finding it, and then waking up to the reality. it's not the most important thing in the world...but i am feeling so lost and disconnected without it.
i have lost some sense of time, but most of all...i feel like i've lost one of the only things that makes me feel connected to others. i can't call for help, and i can't answer when people try to reach me quickly. it's so inconvenient, so maddening how something that wasn't necessary at first becomes so ingrained into daily routine that being without makes me practically helpless and unresourceful. so now i cling to the internet, with the hopes of life returning to normal sometime soon.
Friday, March 20, 2009
words to live by
today is the last day of one of our coworkers up at the lab, mandy. these are her words.
"I'm not into judging people because I have absolutely no place to do so. For this present moment, we breathe the same air, bask under the same sun, look up at the same stars and possess all of the same basic needs. If you meet me, I hope you come away knowing that I like you for who you are, whoever you are. I completely refuse stuffing you into a box and slapping a label on you. Rather, I want to know what it is that brings you to tears, happens to make you fall down laughing, gets you out of bed in the morning, makes your heart beat faster, and causes you to feel alive. are you thriving or surviving? where have you been? where you are now? where are you going? It doesn't matter to me how many drinks you've (or haven't) had this weekend or what disease(s) you might have or what political stance you hold or what marks of economic status you might possess or how much you know. Those things all have their place on earth, but, they're only temporary and secondary in comparison to who you are as a person. What's more important is what is stirring in your soul - what were you made for? There is more to you than you may ever realize. what is it you're really longing for? Perhaps the answer isn't far."
"I'm not into judging people because I have absolutely no place to do so. For this present moment, we breathe the same air, bask under the same sun, look up at the same stars and possess all of the same basic needs. If you meet me, I hope you come away knowing that I like you for who you are, whoever you are. I completely refuse stuffing you into a box and slapping a label on you. Rather, I want to know what it is that brings you to tears, happens to make you fall down laughing, gets you out of bed in the morning, makes your heart beat faster, and causes you to feel alive. are you thriving or surviving? where have you been? where you are now? where are you going? It doesn't matter to me how many drinks you've (or haven't) had this weekend or what disease(s) you might have or what political stance you hold or what marks of economic status you might possess or how much you know. Those things all have their place on earth, but, they're only temporary and secondary in comparison to who you are as a person. What's more important is what is stirring in your soul - what were you made for? There is more to you than you may ever realize. what is it you're really longing for? Perhaps the answer isn't far."
Thursday, March 19, 2009
somehow i don't feel any different.
i am done with finals. usually, that statement ends with an exclamation point! and usually, i feel instantaneous and glorious release...the sky is enormous and the very air holds endless possibilities now that the pressure of cramming information into my poor brain has been relieved.
maybe it's because the finals week i just experienced had the lowest stress level of any finals week i've ever had. maybe it's because many of the weeks in the quarter weren't particularly stressful, especially the week before finals week. maybe i've reached some sort of plateau, and every quarter hereafter will be stressful once again.
but for now...i have the strangest feeling of calm and composure, and i am operating as if finals never happened. and i'm not sure if i want the exhilaration feeling, or this unruffled placidity practically bordering on vapid. which is more ideal?
maybe it's because the finals week i just experienced had the lowest stress level of any finals week i've ever had. maybe it's because many of the weeks in the quarter weren't particularly stressful, especially the week before finals week. maybe i've reached some sort of plateau, and every quarter hereafter will be stressful once again.
but for now...i have the strangest feeling of calm and composure, and i am operating as if finals never happened. and i'm not sure if i want the exhilaration feeling, or this unruffled placidity practically bordering on vapid. which is more ideal?
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