so, i work at a long term care facility as a cna. i basically do the dirty work of the nurses, which includes, taking people to the bathroom, the shower, cleaning up "messes," dealing with people hacking up their food including a large variety of smells, so, funny story: (i would only tell my sister, but i do not feel ashamed typing it out)

i was putting one resident down for bed, let's call her tina. she spends 20 minutes in the bathroom, brushing her teeth, washing her face, and drinking cups and cups of water. she has an extreme personality, one which needs patience and love and is legally blind and can only see anything one inch from her face. so i finally get her into her bed and well, much to my embarrasment, i let out a silent fart. tina has a very keen sense of smell, which i was reminded of when she said "oh my goodness what is that smell? who did that?" you should have heard the disgust. please forgive me when i tell you i blamed it on her roommate. no joke. i feel terrible, but 98% of the time, it would have been her roomate. tina went on for about 2 minutes on how badly it smelled and how of course it was her roommate and not me, only her roommate could have let out that stench!
she finally exclaimed "oh my gosh! what did that woman eat!!!" and i do wonder, what i did eat.

ode to friends

dear friends . . . i have come to the realization i have been a poor friend to some. and i have to admit, with much embarrassment, i have no excuse. i hope you forgive me. but please, remember, there are a couple friends, one in particular, with whom i will always think about and care about even when we are both on our own, traveling, studying, working etc. remember "peace, love and flower power." and please, please, forgive me. 

the ultimate gift

i watched "Seven pounds" last night and i seem to be on the fence on how the movie made me feel. i guess, first, i have to determine whether it was realistic; however, realistic movie is an oxymoron, so that idea leads me to a dead end . . .
this idea, this overwhelming feeling of guilt leads to the ultimate gift: life. ironically, it also leads to the exact opposite: death. it is better to lose one life and save several.

what color nail polish are you wearing?

what color nailpolish are you wearing? i am currently wearing black. most people see black nail polish as a goth, or black sabbath, satan worshipping type of style but of course, that's not me. my college roomate turned me on to black nailpolish, which she wears very well by the way.
note: i remember as a kid (elementary school) i always wanted to wear pink, or red. maybe i thought it would make me feel older and prettier. but my mother never let me. i was painfully and obviously too young. much to my disappointment, and not to mention my impatience, i waited, and well, i ended up never wearing red or pink on my fingernails. ever. and well now . . . i enjoy black :) oh the irony. my poor mother i think she hates the black.

i didn't get into nursing school. the crush of defeat after waiting so long. i imagined writing on this blog describing life in chapel hill, the food, the people, the town...but for now, i'll describe the summer in jackson. i believe you felt and heard about the winters but now it's spring and soon to follow, summer. there will be swimming, biking, hiking, camping, floating and smoothies. oh yes, not to mention swimsuit tan lines, not goggle tan lines (i think i have a funky looking one as we speak).

skiing

day: 104. (plus maybe a couple more, the last day is sunday)

unreal. a goal i intended to meet since november. seemingly meaningless, at first, but nonetheless i still feel it is an accomplishment. 

in addition to the amount of days i skied i have to admit the natural comfort i feel on two wooden boards and stiff boots that make my toes numb. honestly, who in their right minds chooses a sport where they go out in the winds and snow, and fog, almost to the point of only seeing two feet in front of themselves on top of a mountain, not mention 30 mph winds? 

i don't know what i was thinking some of those days . . .

today,  i went through a shoot i look down almost every day called "meet your maker" and oh i met him. today i went through and straight lined . . . part of the way . . . and well, i'm proud. i know these days have been fun, and memorable, but it's nice to feel like i've gotten better too. 

the next step, corbits couloir . . . i've looked over the edge, scared to death, and well maybe one day . . .

mood rings

Violet/blue: happy romantic

Blue: calm, relaxed

Green: average, not much going on with you

Yellow/amber: tense, excited

Brown/gray: nervous anxious

Black: negativity. (or cold temperature or a damaged ring)

mine is currently blue/green referring to my calm, relaxed state. Which i guess is average.