Thursday, April 21, 2011

Antsy Pantsy

This week has about killed me stress/studying wise. I think I can, I think I can, I think I can....or whatever.

I need:
1. A hair cut...
2. Some social interaction
3. A hug from my baby (but I'll get one of those tonight)
4. A night were I'm not doing homework until I'm falling asleep on my notes.
5. My paper to be finished.
6. To keep fighting the Great Carbohydrate Battle of 2011
7. Hot bath
8. To finish the first episode of Game of Thrones
9. To paint my fingernails now that clinicals are over for the semester
10. To figure out a Passover supper for the weekend
11. To get a game plan together for the summer work-wise
12. Pay some bills
13. Ask the roller derby team if I can some out to help with practices and bouts this summer
14. Make a lunch date
15. Drink one of the Red Stripe Lights being neglected in the fridge...so sad

That's all I have. I'm tard now.

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Rainy Days and Tuesdays Always Make Me Tired and Wet

Its the wet season here in the Bluegrass state. Lots of towels by the back door for mud spread prevention tactics. About recovered from the weekend trip to WV to visit the old folks. We had a great time, Bebe and I. Lots of magical hugs and kisses for the great grandparents as they all needed it. I spent most of my driving time listening to Marc Maron's WTF podcasts. Really good stuff, I encourage you all to "subscribe" stat. I honestly can't get enough. Luckily, he does two broadcasts a week. Whew! I find the process of uploading music to my iPod so grueling that the only thing I really use it for now is podcasts. Magic, I say! Every time I take a small break from writing this post, I instinctively reach over to grab the iPod and start another show up for my listening pleasure.

Ok, I gave in and plugged in. He's ranting about overeating and manic behaviors and thoughts in general (that I totally share). Love him.

The end of the semester is upon me. I'm incredibly tired and non-motivated on many levels. I know what I need to do to pass my courses so that I can move on to next year. I have been having feelings of doubt and anger about this nursing program. My dear friend Genderist continues to tell me that she had a similar experience, etc. etc. That just enrages me even more. Why is everything so disorganized and willy-nilly and hoopy (meaning lots of hoops to fucking jump through). I just want to tell them "yeah, i'll probably be back next year...but fuck you for this one!" Just from the absolute get go until about two weeks ago, just absolute insanity. I'm pretty burned and so are my classmates. And I can only sit around and talk about how angry it makes me but that shit just makes me more angry, so I'm just going to leave it here. Done.

If I am really honest with myself, I'm not really sure how I feel about this nursing program and if I can continue. However, I know I want to be a nurse, I really love my classmates and would like to be with them until we finish...if we all finish. So there's that shit. I'd like to just sit on it this summer and see how things progress with my old man's job search and thesis-finishing. Its all happening...

And now for something completely different,
Molly

Friday, April 1, 2011

Your Gal Friday

Its Friday, here's what I'm 'cited about:
  • Building a fire tonight
  • A cold glass of white wine
  • Enjoying some food not cooked by me or anyone in my house
  • Red Velvet Cake flavored frozen yogurt
  • Jotting down a homework game plan for the weekend and then not doing any homework tonight
  • Sleeping-in on Saturday
  • Playing
  • Pancakes
  • Going to the park
  • Being warm
  • Painting my toe nails a lovely shade of spring
  • Watching a movie
  • Watch the Wildcats kick some ass deep in the heart of Texas!
Anyone count how many of those had to do with food? I have a serious problem.
Here's hoping you get to do what you want to this weekend.

Caffè Pretentious

Good afternoon to you,

I am writing to inform you, good people of the interwebs, that I have officially joined the most pretentious group of coffee drinkers around, the Nespresso Coffee Club. This is my beautiful new coffee maker. You insert pods and presto! In about 30 seconds you have the most insane cup of either coffee or espresso. Perfect crema, no grit, nothing but net. But see, you can only buy coffee from Nespresso (online) or eBay, which is where I failed miserably in my research. You actually have to join a club where they give you a member number. Its all ridiculous. Let me just tell you my tale.

See, my Father in law has the Nespresso D290 in red (below). Monster of a machine, about the size of Kitchen Aid mixer, that includes serious pressure and a glass water tank on the back with a filter. So you can fill it up and then don't have to touch the water until it runs out. All you do is pop in these little capsules filled with fancy coffee (with fancy Italian names) and presto, magic, the best cup of coffee you'll ever drink. I had two cups of this magic coffee every morning while on vacation in the dessert.

Having had such an ass kicking semester (in particular, my ass), I decided upon my return that I couldn't live without this coffee maker and thus began my quest to obtain one (and not pay retail for it, which is about $400-500, BTW). I searched and hunted and researched on eBay and amazon and whatever other odd-ball website I could find. I bid on about 5 different machines, but alas, I did not win one of them. Then I found a seller that sold manufacturer certified refurbished machines. Then I started researching other models that Nespresso offered. That's when I discovered the Nespresso LeCube 185. It was slightly smaller, less expensive and had 100% 5 star reviews by users. I found one at a "buy it now" price of $125 and went for it. It arrived yesterday and is beautiful. I plan on taking my picture with it and having it framed. The coffee, however, has yet to arrive. I'm hoping by Monday afternoon I'll have some.

Ok, so lets see here. I've gone from wanting to move to a more sustainable form of living by moving to a manual grinder and french press pot to the most pretentious coffee maker on the market, that costs hella dough. This thing is so pretentious that the user manual had instructions in about 5 different European languages, none of which is English. Ladies and gentleman, that's call regressing. Its also what happens when you go back to college at 31. Some things come, some things go.

I need a name for this machine. It needs to be completely pretentious. Any suggestions?