Week One

Well, It's official. They've stolen my husband. I dropped him off at 6:45am; it's now 8:51 pm, and I haven't yet heard a word from B to come pick him up.
Part of me wants to pity him, worried that the long hours will be too much, but the truth is that I know he can handle it. I mean, he VOLUNTEERED to be at the hospital last Friday night from 1 am-7:30 am to get extra experience. He has definitely far surpassed me in nerdiness now. Wellllll, that's probably debatable: I have already gone to two libraries to try to get a card, which was unsuccessful. I will NOT pay $30.00 for a library card just because I don't have a permanent address! But I sort of crave books.
I am learning about medical procedures and the hospital environment though. The OR doesn't sound exactly like what you'd expect. From what I hear, there can be a lot more cursing, occasional lude comments, and even rap music. Unfortunately, I can't go into too much detail because there are things that go on in the hospitals that they don't want leaked...
As for me, I'm sort of all over the place, in a "focus" sense (as you may be able to pick up from this particular blog). One minute I'm thinking that I can become a technical writer, and the next I'm watching google videos about how to faux paint (which I think is sort of out, while wallpaper is back in -?). Agh, I need to stick to what I know: children/counseling, but it's kind of hard to find a job when you'll be leaving in seven - make that six - weeks. I can't complain though: today I laid by the pool, was fed food and drinks, and even got a little (oops)...burnt. (shhhh...getting a real tan is soooooo out, and soooo dangerous)
I DON'T CARE WHAT YOU SAY, HOLLYWOOD...MY SKIN LOOKS CLEARER AND TIGHTER ALL SUMMER LONG. I'LL BE DARNED IF YOU THINK I'M GOING TO GET MY SUNSHINE OUT OF A SPRAYCAN!
(out of all the messages Hollywood sends, this is the one I choose to fight?)
but, I digress...I watched "Idiocracy" yesterday. It's sort of a satire about how all of the "smarter/successful" people are waiting longer and longer to have children and are having fewer and fewer of them, while the "dumber/unsuccessful" people are breeding like...like....really fast. I have definitely seen evidence of this. In the movie, the result of this is a future where everyone is really raunchy and stupid, and the president is a muscle-bound ex-wrestler. So, Holly, Krystina, I think that it is our moral obligation and duty to our country to have babies! (Liberty, good work, almost.)
Okay, well, if you have any refutations or remarks, I'd love to hear them.
Have a good week!
oh, another thing that happened this past week was that I would have gotten hit in the head with a foul ball at a minor-league baseball game if I hadn't ducked. It felt like slow motion.