Friday, June 29, 2007
Selections include broccoli, garlic whistles, radishes, spinach, fennel, carrots and green onions. Lovely, mouth-watering treats await.
Thursday, June 28, 2007
I'm enjoying some relaxation after a week of working quite a lot for me. My dentist appointment for tomorrow was canceled. That frees up my day completely. I'll most likely sleep in my hammock all day.
Monday, June 25, 2007
That makes it possible for me to take little sister Robin and her daughter A.E. on a cruise next month. We'll be sailing out of Miami on the Carnival Imagination and visiting Key West and Calica, and we're leaving in just one month from tomorrow. If you know me, you can imagine the whirlwind of excitement I'm in getting summer clothes out of storage, planning sidetrips, and of course, a crash course on birds of Mexico.
Lots to do.
Saturday, June 23, 2007
Friday, June 22, 2007
Thursday, June 21, 2007
Wednesday, June 20, 2007
Coming up: pictures of today's jaunt.
Monday, June 18, 2007
Saturday, June 16, 2007
Wednesday, June 13, 2007
Monday, June 11, 2007
Sunday, June 10, 2007
Friday, June 08, 2007
Thursday, June 07, 2007
Wednesday, June 06, 2007
Robin and I stepped outside the mold completely when we chose our husbands. We were groomed (badly)from an early age to grow up and be the wives of preachers or missionaries. We were taught that the man is the head of the household and to disobey him is a sin, even for the wife. Even when I bought that, I determined that I would only marry a man who wouldn't want to tell me what to do.
A good preacher's wife is an unusual person. She greets everyone with a warm smile and a handshake for the men and a hug for the women and children. She is perfectly dressed and groomed. She remembers everyone's name after being told once. She is at the disposal of the female members of the congregation for counseling or prayer. She is at the disposal of her husband for child-rearing, housekeeping, and anything else he wants. She never complains and always has a Bible verse at the ready that applies to any given situation. She holds herself to a higher standard than is expected of the general population. Needless to say, there are few women who actually fit this role perfectly, so most preacher's wives are fakers.
I spent my first four and a half years of college pursuing this ideal. My dream was to become a nurse so I could gain access to some country that didn't allow missionaries. Many of my college crushes were on pre-med students that were H&P classsmates or Chemistry lab partners. I had a glowing vision of how we would serve god and mankind together as a team. Later on, a ministerial student seemed like an equally good catch.
Now for the ironic part: guess how many dates I was asked on in college? (asking anyone out myself would have been unthinkable) Well, I don't know exactly, but you could count them on your fingers. I don't know how it works in the real world, but in our small church community, college is your only chance. You go away to the big "meet market" where the boys are expected to acquire degrees and wives. It's perfectly acceptable for the girls to drop out once they are engaged; that's the point. If you make it through college without finding someone, you might consider a master's degree. Otherwise, you go home where all the single christian men you aren't related to are either ten years older or younger than you.
Back to the point: why weren't men interested in me? I know my fashion sense is poor and I'm not much for social conversation, but I'm neither ugly, fat, nor stupid. I think the bottom line is that I'm too honest and opinionated to suit that type. That's where my upbringing went wrong and that's my interpretation of why Baptist Nun is an old maid and Robin and I married heathens.
jc and I met on match.com and I will forever tout its virtue, but that's another post.
ps-hoping that happiness is around the next corner for those who haven't found it yet.
Monday, June 04, 2007
Friday, June 01, 2007
At left (or above, depending on Blogger) you can see my negative result. No I haven't been to Atlanta, Paris, the Czech Republic, or Montreal. I don't even think I've been caring for patients with TB. The test is required by the company I'm interviewing with on Thursday. The medical assistant at the nurse practicioner's office administered the test. I had to point out to her that all the serum leaked out the needle hub on the first try. I waited about 15 minutes before she came back and administered the test properly in the other arm. I can't wait to see the bill for that. The doctor's office kicked up a bit of a fuss when I told them I would have a nurse at the hospital read the result. However, that took less than a minute; I have no doubt it would have been another 30 minutes and $?? at the doctor's office. We'll all be wearing masks on planes in the future.