Who's this beautiful baby?

It's me! It's me!

When I was a baby I was nicknamed "Punk Rock Baby" because, well, it's obvious right? I think while pregnant my mom was exposed to too much 80’s rock music, and my hair took note. Sideways, straight up and down, and just about everywhere, my hair was quick to gain quite a reputation. Whenever a kid would spot me and my mom out in public they'd point and shout "Punk Rock Baby!" much to my mother's delight.

As an assignment for school, I have to write about a story from my infancy and so, I chose my hair. With hair this bad ass how could I not? God, I was so hip to the latest fashion trends. Sadly, I don't know if I've ever been since? Guess my fashion career peaked early.

Back to Blogging

Or so I'm going to try. I'm optimistic, but don't be surprised if i disappear again tomorrow in a couple weeks. Natalie told me I should blog again. And when she was little she threw a butter knife at my head because I wouldn't butter her bagel (or something? I know I totally got that wrong didn't I Nat or Whit?) so, I'm not going to NOT take her advice. You wouldn't either.

I'm going to a wedding next Sat and I bought my dress today. I described this dress in FULL detail to my mother before I realized I could just, I dunno, pull it out of my closet and show it to her? It's purple and satin and...I'm describing it again...when Ta-Da! I have a picture:


I like the dress, but I'm not used to seeing my legs (because I ALWAYS wear pants) so I'm unsure if it's too short or not. Also, my legs are extremely white. See-through white. It's hard to tell from this picture, but they are actually whiter than the rest of my body. Strange but true.

What do I do about this? I could try and lay out in the November sun, it's actually STILL FREAKING HOT around here, but let's face it, I do NOT tan. Sun Shine actually laughs at my skin when it sees it, and if my skin stays out long enough, it makes the Sun Shine angry and so the Sun Shine slaps it around a bit until my skin is a most flattering shade of OUCH. Do I fake tan it? Spray tan it? Work a pair of tan pantyhose Hooters Girl style all night? Or just embrace the lovely glow of my porcelain see-through skin?

Decisions people. Very. Serious. Decisions.

I think I may be dying slightly, but, the weather has been nice.

Let me set the scene for you: I woke up early last Wednesday morning to the sound of a hurricane outside my window. It might have just been a really strong rain storm, but there's potential the weather man got it wrong, right? Point is it was RAINING REALLY HARD. I got dressed for school, sat around a little before I left, hoping maybe the rain would stop a little but it didn't (asshole) and so umbrella in hand I ran through our yard ankle deep in rainwater. I get to the car, throw my backpack in the back, sit down in the front seat, reach outside and twist around to close the umbrella and KABAM! break my back. Pain, very very bad pains shooting up my back that would not stop.

And haven't stopped.

I can't breath, I can't lay in bed (so I can't sleep), can't walk upright, it's basically the most excruciating pain that has ever walked this earth (not to be dramatic or anything). And seriously? Because of pulling an umbrella into my car? How lame is that!? If I break my back I'd at least like there to be some kind of thrilling story attached to it, ya know? Maybe like, lifting three kids in the air with one hand to save them from ravage tigers or something? People would believe that, I'm actually deceivingly strong (no). It's been a week, and it's just as bad tonight as it was the first night, and I don't know how to fix it. And P.S. taking five Ibuprofens at once doesn't help.

But on the plus side the weather has been glorious lately, and somehow that takes maybe just like 1,000,000th of a fraction of the pain away, so hopefully more nice weather is ahead.

Killing Time no seriously how do I Kill the Time?

Holy Crap Balls you guys, I am SO. BORED.

SO bored.

Let me first say that it's been about a month since I started school, and class after class I seem to be falling more and more in love with Occupational Therapy and I am SO glad to have found this career, and SO SO glad to be on my way to being out of the pharmacy FOR GOOD. The drugs, and the druggies, and the drugs, and the UHHGHGH. Ugh.

But, my new schedule has left some gaps in my days. Basically when I don't have school work to do I kinda stare at the wall and repeat whattodowhattodowhattodowhattodowhat...to....do until my eyeballs start to hurt because they're all dried up because they haven't blinked in like five minutes and so I decide to go eat some cookies and watch Hoarders. Should I like start scrap booking or crocheting or some crap? I'm really not used to free time, so how do I fix this problem my friends?

I guess I could like blog or something....hahahahahah! Who I am kidding? My blog has basically been really really depressed lately, it doesn't want to talk to any other blogs and it feels all self conscious because it's posts are few and far between and the posts that HAVE made their way out onto the Internets have been sliiightly on the half-assed side. Poor thing. I should bake my blog some cookies or somethingHEY! that'd take up some time, maybe I'll do just that. OrI'lljustgowatchHoarderswhatever.

Finally

It finally FINALLY came. My first day in the OTA program.

Last night I had the 1st day of school jitters, something I don't think I've had since...? high school maybe? I woke up several times through out the night, and even had a dream that I woke up late and missed all my classes. I WAS PISSED! I cried and screamed because I missed all my classes and my life was OVER and then I woke up and was so happy because IT WAS ALL A DREAM! I DO have class today! And then I laughed at myself for being such a nerd and went back to sleep.

Getting ready for the first day of school just felt so different than any of my other years of college. Actual excitement and enthusiasm. Who would have thunk it? I packed my EIGHT huge books into my overstuffed rolly backpack (backpack awareness people!) grabbed my cup of coffee, let my mom take a "1st day of school" picture of me in front of the swings where Rylee always has her picture taken because, hey, why not? and was off.

NERD.

The first thing I noticed when I walked into class were the words "Welcome OTA class of 2011!" written in different colored chalk, and it was something about the way the teacher used different colors for each word that made me feel like I was really in the right place. Like this will really be the perfect profession for me. Sounds lame, but it's true.

Most of the day we just went over the program, we did the general "what's your name and tell me something about yourself" and we also explained why we decided to go into Occupational Therapy. Everyone in the class seems really passionate about helping people, about making a difference, and overall, everyone just seems really....happy.

Then during our break the second year students threw a surprise lunch, and walked around talking about the program and giving us "tips" on the first year. Apparently the next semester is going to be brutal, with five classes and three labs for a total of eight classes in one semester. Their "tip"? STUDY. HARD. LIKE YOUR LIFE DEPENDS ON IT. It's intimidating, but not discouraging and I say BRING IT.

We had another short class after lunch and then that was it, we were done with our first day in the program.

I feel even more excited now then I did yesterday, I'm eager to learn, and even more eager to pass the national exam and start practicing professionally.

It's just...good. Very, very good. :)

My Mom's on Facebook

It is true my dear friends.

Initially she signed up because my sister would have new Facebook pictures of her and her husband's crazy travels (what up Coro and Tonro!), and I would have to sign in each time for her to see them.

But now I think she's going to be a regular Facebooker.

I helped her sign up, helped her enter her email and create a password, and then Facebook suggested a few friends for her based on her email address and, when the results appeared, she nearly fell out of her seat. "HOW DOES IT KNOW WHO I KNOW!? HOW DOES IT KNOW WHO I KNOW?!??? OH MY GOD!!! I went to high school with her! That name sounds familiar who is that guy...oh yeah! We dated! ahahahaha!!"

It's the Future... the Internet knows all!!

So she uploaded a picture, sent out some friend requests, and accepted some requests from others. Notice my use of the word "some" I italicized it so, ya know, you should have. She seems a little more than hesitant to accept some friend requests from those she only kinda knows. Or to be more specific: "ooh no one likes that woman, why did she request me, I don't want her on my page!" Snobby Facebooker my Mother.

Now every so many minutes she tells me how many more friends she has....she's up to 11....look out Internet...here comes WANDA!

....hi?

So yeah. I haven't been blogging. Like, at all.

I don't know, all I can say is it was just one of those things where it gets to an awkward point where you don't feel like you can just jump in again...like when you make a stupid lie, like say for instance So and So is like "hey have you seen fill in the blank movie?" and you're all "yeah I've seen that!" and then they're like "didn't you love the part where bla bla bla and bla bla?" and you're like "yeah! That was hilarious!" and it goes on for a little bit, and then you're stuck having to continue telling this stupid-doesn't even matter-lie because it's been too long, but you don't even know why you lied about it in the first place and you know that you're going to have to admit it at some point and feel totally douchey? Yeah I guess it's like that. I tried to restart this blog a few times, but every post just wasn't First Post After A Month worthy, and so the void continued.

I love how I'm making such a big deal out of this...don't you? YOU DO.

Anyways I'm here!

Um, class starts Monday..... MONDAY!!! And I bought all 540 dollars (yes FIVE HUNDRED AND FORTY DOLLARS) worth of my 8 books and I've browsed through them all like several times and I'm just OOH so excited! This also means that my time at the fartmacy (wow that totally was not funny) will be limited and OOH more excitement! And fun things are going to happen soon like football games (um GOING to football games, not watching them on TV, because? booooring) and Rylee's gymnastic meets, and um...fall shows!!

So yeah, happiness all around... sprinkles and kittens and la la la....and I've finally blogged and although it wasn't great, it was something right? Now, if I could only admit to So and So that I haven't in fact seen that movie....