Fever Pitch

I married a sports addict. It's not a big shocker for me, but I'm still getting used to it. Luckily Brad's a good sport about evening it out with plenty of chick flicks. Tonight we were due for a chick flick. When we started Brad sacrificed the end of a baseball game in the 8th inning. After the movie ends on comes ESPN again, and the game is STILL going on. Disgusting. I told Brad if I were one of the players I'd just let the other team score so I could go home. I can't believe not everyone would agree after 5 hours running around a field hitting a ball. Sometimes the idea of sports really makes me laugh, I think about how it's what little kids do and somehow it ends up being this big deal and people are making tons of money, it's people's jobs. It's weird to me when I think about it.
All that being said, Go Yankees! It looked cold and it must have been fun to win and get shaving cream shoved in your face. (although if I were in charge I'd certainly use whipped cream)

That one time I became the nerd I’d always made fun of

I was wondering the other day after some horrible experiences at clinical this week with my instructor why on earth I was trying to become a nurse. I decided to therapeutically start writing how this happened on my laptop while pretending to take notes during class:
After highschool I went to BYU and studied Family, and Consumer Science Education. Despite the fact that I could abbreviate my major to FACSed to sound more intriguing I sometimes wondered if there was something more I wanted to do. After all, most of my fun classes were things I would continue to do anyways (like cooking). After my mission, I decided it was too late to change. Last august I thought of applying to the U of U’s accelerated nursing program. I just had to take 5 of the 6 prerequisites fall semester in order to apply in January. I began signing up for the classes: Statistics, Anatomy, Physiology, Intro Chemisty, Bio-Organic Chemistry. They worked into a schedule, so I decided to give it a try even though each topic was completely new to me. I had to suffer the intimidation of sitting alongside pre-med smarties saying comments like “would you mind skipping these general things like the bicarbonate buffer system, it’s too easy and we’re bored.” Professors told me passing all those classes at once wouldn’t happen. Well it’s amazing what can happen when you actually open your textbooks and go to the library, which I’m pretty sure I managed never to do up until this point. Turns out I was able to pass all my classes and do well enough to be accepted into the program. (Thanks to my mom/tutor with amazing memory retention and my over willingness to put my social life on hold.) I loved learning about the human body and I sort of loved chemistry, I felt like I learned mysteries of the universe. (like how the molecules line up to form a bubble, or why on a molecular level the key to great cookies is proper emulsification of the fat and sugar by the eggs.) I began making incredibly nerdy puns using science jargon. I had changed, but besides just becoming slightly more nerdy, I felt like I had my first real academic challenge and was given a new sense of achievement and capability. Looking back, I think maybe I needed something like this before I got married and I try to remind myself of that when I’m doing something yucky at the hospital wondering why I ever switched from my care-free previous major. At this point I really don’t know if I’ll survive my semester w/ my viola swampish instructor, but there’s just got to be some reason this whole nursing thing ever intrigued me…

Time to Eat Beef, Time to Blog

I have this whole week off for fall break, but sadly my husband doesn’t, which leaves time for lengthy experimental recipes (like bouf a la bouguinonne), learning to use power tools around the house, and learning to blog. I haven’t quite figured out this whole blog thing, I get facebook much better. I’m going to do some more sum up journal kind of entries to warm me up. Maybe that’s how this will work for me, just write for myself and if someone else happens to read it, that's fine too. Maybe I’ll figure out how to get more interesting later on.