2013

I'm not one to post a whole bunch of God stuff on my blogs/facebook pages...but it is new years, and I'm starting this right.

My new years resolution is not to lose weight or spend less money or enjoy life or fall in love or quit smoking/drinking or spend more time with family and friends or any of the resolutions that are popping out all over facebook.

My resolution is to have clean hands, a pure heart, and to seek God's face.

Sue me for borrowing songs all the time. If I was born before Chris Tomlin, I  may have written Give Us Clean Hands myself.

Hope

"And if Christ has not been raised, your faith is futile; you are still in your sins... If only for this life we have hope in Christ, we are of all people most to be pitied."

1 Corinthians 15: 17 & 19

 

I had been looking for this verse for a long, long time...and finally found someone who could tell me exactly where it was. Thank goodness someone could tell me, I was starting to think I was making up bible verses!

 

Heresy! Condemnation! Fire and brimstone! Okay I'll stop.

 

I don't remember why I started thinking of that verse, or why it was significant at the time...but I thought that it was fitting that I stop and reflect on this hope I have in Christ this Christmas season.

 

On moving apartments and other matters...

I've always had an issue with the cabinet underneath the kitchen sink. Maybe I was turned off by the damp, dark, icky unknown. Maybe it was the oniony/garlicky odor that always seemed to linger there. Or maybe it was the undiagnosed dark green/brown/grey patches that seemed to appear in that habitat.

Well today, I put aside that fear and got all up in the said cabinet to uninstall my water filter. 1 hour of cussing, contorting my body, more cussing, referring to instructions, more cussing, trying out different angles/tools/techniques, and even more cussing later, I managed to remove the durn thing.

Okay, so I didn't cuss up a storm. Okay, so I didn't cuss at all. My point is this: if this nursing thing doesn't work out, maybe I'll go become a plumber.

And maybe two is better than one...

I like using song lyrics as blog titles. It makes people go "hmmm...where the heck did I see that before." And don't get any funny ideas, because I'm talking about my birthday here. Not the other thing you are thinking about.

So this girl turned 22 exactly a week ago, and now she can't tell people she's 21 any more. 21 is waaay cooler than 22, and I kinda miss being that funky age. But it was a good day. For instance, I actually opened my mouth and told people what I wanted for my birthday - new windshield wipers. That was all I ever wanted, and I got it. =) It might have helped that I was driving a car full of girls in the rain when I had the inspiration to ask for it. Perhaps they feared for their lives and decided it was safer if I could see when I drove.

What else? There was this Halloween party going on the night of my 22nd. And I went as "Inflation". Yes I'm a dollar bill with balloons all over me. If you don't get it, go stand in the corner and shame on you!

Rachel Chua, you'd be proud of the magnitude of lameness behind that costume. And thank you for the birthday call. Its always a nice surprise to get a call from a 017 number.

So using the Oreo Sandwich writing technique, I should end this blog post with a reference to my introduction: and maybe twenty two is better than twenty one...yes?

Acceptance is the first step to...

Its been over 2 months since I plunged back into the world of academia...and I dare say that I've started to accept the fact that I'm gonna be stuck in school for another 2 years - you may even be able to get me to admit that I like the life of the grad student.

No more tests. No more cramming. No more 12 hour clinicals. No more endless study sessions in the library. No more careplans. YES! NO MORE CAREPLANS!

I've exchanged all that for papers, and presentations, and papers, and presentations -all of which aren't too terrible. Except that nowadays, I get to fall asleep to journal articles. Now that's a bedtime story bestseller.

Grad School

Why do they call it Graduate School? If you have already graduated from school, why the heck do you go back? It makes no sense. People who go to grad school make no sense.

I make no sense.

4 months ago, I graduated with a shiny new Bachelors of Science in Nursing, got my license to save lives, and was all set to go out into the real world so I could poke and prod poor sick people. That was four months ago. But sometimes plans change, and there ain't nothing we can do about it...and you end up going back to school.

And you get a sneaking feeling that you have become a professional student. But no worries, folks, I'm stopping at the Masters level. I will resist the PhDeeeeeee!

So until then...I'll be treating patients via gray's anatomy. Toodlehoo!

I aint dropping no eaves!

I apologize for the 3 month hiatus. There hasn't been much to talk about besides my new found freedom from nursing school, and the revival of my previously non existent social life.

So me and my buddies were at this Asian restaurant and I overheard this conversation and instantly had an AHA I MUST BLOG ABOUT THIS moment. Here we go...


Unhappy Customer: Excuse me, my child's birthday was on June 2011. Which means he is ONLY 1 year old. Why did you charge me for his meal? He's so young.
Chinese Waitress: Oh I'm sorry, let me check with my manager.

Chinese Waitress: (in Chinese) Hey boss. That man claims his child is only 1 year old, but seriously, the kid is so big he must be at least 3 years old.
Manager: (in Chinese) Let it go, just change the order.

Chinese Waitress #2: What happened?
Chinese Waitress: (forgot to speak in Chinese) He said I charged him wrongly. His kid is so --
Manager: (in Chinese) He's standing behind you.
Chinese Waitress: (in Chinese) Its ok, I was speaking in Chinese. He doesn't understand.
Manager and Waitress #2: (in Chinese together) No you weren't.

Chinese Waitress: (turns very sweetly to the unhappy customer) I talked to the manager and fixed your order. (Big smile)


Sometimes I believe my 4 years in Chinese school was worth it. Today, was one of those moments.