Random Thoughts (and I do mean random)

I think it's about time I posted again. It really is.
I think about blogging more often than I ever do it. I think you've probably noticed
I thought I would at least be able to keep up with one post a month.
I think that you thought I would write more often than this too. (I think that was very silly of me and you.)
I think the word thought sounds bizarre.
And I always thought the word think must come from a strange language indeed.
But I think codswallop a perfectly reasonable word. And insipid thrills me no end.
I think it's strange how many people don't love storm clouds and rain.
I think I always know what I want, except right now.
You've caught on to the theme (I think).
I thought I would have that story written by now, but...
I think it's either very early or very late. I can't tell with the schedule I've been keeping.
I think I agree with at least one thing Descarte thought.
I think about insomnia a lot. If I could just quit thinking I'd fall asleep.
I never thought anything would make me question my desire to work in medicine.
I'm in a mood, I think.
I think I already had the flu so, do I really need the shot?
There is something very fun about costumes. I think I missed dressing up for Halloween.
I think my foot has gone to sleep.
I have, I think, made too many mistakes in life.
I never thought I would miss my exercise routine. Sometimes I don't.
I think everything sounds better in French. Je pense que tout sonne mieux en français. See what I mean?
But if you speak English than I think it's best if you do so with an accent.
I think I'm addicted to caffeine.
I think you must be bored to go on reading like this.
I think Shakespeare and Oscar Wilde said it best.
I think I laugh more than your average person.
I thought I'd be living in Ireland by now. Galway would have been perfect.
I think Icarus was trying to do what we all want to do.
The mirror was just lying to me, or so I thought.
I think some people do expect the Spanish Inquisition. But far be it for me to contradict comedy.
That's quite enough. I think I'll stop.


But first I thought I should apologize for all this.

Sweltering Heat and a Fashion Statement

Well you can't say that your surprised. It had to happen sometime and you knew it did. This is my obligatory whine/diatribe about the heat of summer and how badly I do detest it. Now I know what you're going to say, "oh it's been relatively cool for that past few days." Fine I will give you that today wasn't very hot but I will not be dissuaded. I am convinced that I am just a hotter (no not in that sexy sort of way, I know) person. There are cold people. You know who they are. They're the ones who you see chattering in a long sleeved sweaters while your sitting there in shorts and a flimsy top sweating like a runner in a marathon in the Sahara desert. They are the ones that have the unmitigated gall to turn off the fan that you just switched on saying something like, "Oh who turned this on? It's freezing." "I turned it on" you say "me the one who is as we speak undergoing the phase shift from solid to liquid and if you don't turn that fan back on it will be vapour next."
Well I am a hot person and I think that's the point I was trying to make. I don't know for sure though. You'll have to get back to me in the fall when my brain has hopefully resolidified where it belongs.
I have not a solution but an idea that may help. Anna's little foray into vintage fashion reminded me of a thought that I had while feeling the top of my head being turned into a torch by the relentless sun. Parasols. I shall, nay I must bring parasols back into fashion! Oh how Victorian of me! But just think this is the age of being told to avoid UV rays and use SPF 500 sunblock if you don't want to have skin cancer by next week. Sure it was out of vanity and a strange feminine ideal that caused women to be treated like a piece of fine bone chine that could shatter at any moment. Still they were on to something with those parasols. Now I'm not suggesting that we bring back the bustle (my butt is large enough thank you) or the fear of a glimpse of female ankle (I am a shorts wearing hussy after all). I do love vintage clothing but I don't want to wear it every day. I think a parasol paired with jeans and a tee shirt would be fabulous. I like the mixed fashions.
All I ask is that we have more lacy umbrellas and matching fans, while we're at it, available in stores. And that the next time you step out to brave the roasting sun you give the modern Victorian look a chance.

One Down

It is at long last complete. I am officially finished with the Fundamentals of Nursing class. I took my final yesterday and now have a little time to breath a sigh of relief and relish the idea that I don't have to retake that class.
There were a few people in the class that were taking it for the second time ("the curve throwers" I call them). I looked at them with a mixture of awe and dread.With awe because they managed to convince themselves to come back for a second round of torture, in an Oliver Twist "please sir, I want some more" sort of way. With dread because one of them had only missed the required test score average by a tenth of a percent and I did not want that to happen to me. I don't know if I would have had it in me to do it all over again. I really don't think I would. But that is coming from the same person who quit every Monday only to show up for Clinicals every Tuesday morning. I still haven't decided if that is a sign of being a quitter or not. Maybe I'm just not a very good quitter.
There is, of course, a lot more to go but just one more class down is a big deal to me and everyone else in the program I'm sure.
I am still on a high from getting a 100% on my last care plan. I know that unless you've seen a care plan that means very little to you. You're just going to have to trust me when I say that they are hours and hours of work with a brutal grading system.
So, thrice I say "huzzah!"

So it's come to this

What's to be said? I have given in... I've thrown in the towel... The white flag has gone up... My once bravely brandished sword has now been laid aside... I am now a "blogger."
I know. I know. "Very dramatic" you say. But gad! I never betook myself to anything of the kind before. Nor did I ever bethink myself likely to. (many apologies for the odd words but you know my love of the archaic and I have been reading the Scarlet Pimpernel books of late. I'm demmed if I can stop using them.)
Anyway here I am knowing full well that the only people in the world who will read this or care are Anna and Deborah. So, I lay any and all consequences that come of my latest attempt to move with the times squarely at their feet. Or roundly or triangularly or dodecahedronly at their feet, depending on the shape these consequences come in.
I've been reading both your blogs and have been thoroughly entertained and completely taken in.
So it really had come to this.
(By the way, you can keep the towel and the white flag but I'll need to have that sword back thank you very much!)