Psych nursing

Psych nursing. Sad, Challenging, Heart breaking, Frustrating, Draining, Interesting

I never considered psych nursing till today! could be an interesting job...

A song about Tuesday

Wake up every tuesday feeling like p-diddy.
Hit snooze on my alarm and sleep till 5:30.
Eat some icing drink some coffee, brush my teeth get dressed
The clouds are out, wheathers cool how could I be depressed
On my way in the car listening to latest the hit
Hope ill be an extra at work and just get to sit
Sitting with 2 patients watching for safetys sake
Almost lost my patience then someone brought me cake
I made it throught the day only 3 hours left
Bible study about David im sure its the best
Love the study love the people just loving God
Lastly going running so I can get a toned bod
Blog updated, homework barely completed
I think ill go to sleep, tomorrow I work with psych patients!

Who am I?

Today in our SNUA meeting we listened to an excellent presentation about how to prepare for interviews. "Tell me about yourself?" was the question that kept coming up. You have to be able to describe yourself and make YOU sound good.

But who am I? Am I the wangster my roomates know me as. the one who knows every word to every pop song in the last 3 years? 

Am I the jock I try so hard to be? The one who takes on any physical challenge? 

Am I the girl who studies for 30hrs for a test...

 Or am I that person who strives to be the "funny" one...

I am all of these and none of these...I have seen myself change so much in one year, more than I have changed in a very long time. I am definitely working on being content with who I am in Jesus. I am realizing that it doesnt really matter how I show myself to the world, as long as I am living whole heartedly for Jesus Christ, willing to go and do what he calls me to do.
 I still struggle with wanting to be the 4.0 student, the jock, the funny girl, the loving daughter, the caring sister, the encouraging girlfriend, the friend whos always available...the sad part is I fail at all of these on many occasions. I put my worth in making myself into who I want to be. When I am focused on being who I WANT to be I lose sight of who I am MEANT to be.

Colossians 2:7 rooted and built up in him, strengthened in the faith as you were taught, and overflowing with thankfulness.
Colossians 2:10 and God has made you complete in Christ. Christ is in charge of every ruler and authority.

2 Corinthians 5:20 We are therefore Christ's ambassadors, as though God were making his appeal through us. We implore you on Christ's behalf: Be reconciled to God.

DJs got us fallin in love again

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zmuSdsBrOjs
CRU at UA fall retreat video awesomeness

Sisters

I love my sister! I was just thinking about how cool it is to have her here at the same school, and to see how she is adjusting to college life. It made me think of some of the things we have learned over the years...

1. When you tease and fight with your sister on long road trips your parents will get very angry...when you have fun and laugh "loudly" with your sister on long road trips your parents will get very angry!

 2. When no one else will, she will pose with you for silly pictures in public

 3. Wearing matching clothes and acting like you like each other makes parents happy

 4. We have the same sense of humor...aka. Jim Gaffigan is awesome! Hot pocket...Caliente pocket!

 5. Mom cant hear us when we talk in our deep "man" voices...and dad cant hear us when we talk in our high "squeeky" voices...this discovery in a small tent trailer also makes parents very angry

 6. If you take enough self pictures in the back of the car with the flash on...you will get yelled at

 7. I'm still taller

 8. We like to run!...err we like to run to the free ice cream at the finish line.

 9. Wildcats are fierce...and so is face paint!

10. Sisters are always there for you. Love ya Shelbo

Studying is insane

Insanity: Doing the same thing over and over expecting different results. As I read this for the seventh time in my psych notes I realize, I haven't studied for a test this intensely since my first semester of nursing college...I am going Insane!

Late night run

Thanks to my dad for introducing this song to me. Every time I go running at night I think of this song http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=5BmEGm-mraE  even when there isnt a full moon, night is an interestingly spooky time to go running and I love it. Tonight i began my run down mountain road at a time later than usual. Mountain is an interesting street...by day its a busy street, people walking, biking, running, driving, skipping... by night mountain turns into a dark street with daunting dim yellow lights, similar to a tunnel one would hold their breath while driving under. I set out on my 6 mile journey radio playing KLOV it was an uneventful run, a few groups of people were out walking and I saw a total of 4 bikes the entire way. Halfway into the second mile I ran past an old man standing by a car parked in the front yard of what I assume to be his house he was hunched over his trunk with one hand holding something in a plastic bag and one hand holding a flashlight shining into that plastic bag, there were three other plastic bags on top of his car as well. I couldnt help but wonder what he was up to...why didnt he go inside his house to look at whatever he was messing with? why was he hiding it in the plastic bag? why did it smell so bad? it smelled really odd as I ran by...so I ran quickly.

On my way back past the house, mile three, the old man had moved to the other side of his car and was just  holding the plastic bag in his hand, and he was just looking at his car. He glanced over at me and I smiled...I was still trying to figure out what he was doing.
Luckily, I ran past him again, mile 4, he had disposed of all but one plastic bag on top of his car.He was again looking into that bag very intensely staring at the contents with his flashlight. He didnt see me coming his back was to me. I still wanted to know why it smelled so bad right by his house. I had run past there three times and nowhere did I smell anything as bad as right by this old man.
Mile 5, I was passing the old man for the last time. I was surprised to see the old man had his cars passenger side door open, and he was shining his flashlight into his car, all the bags were gone and the man was shining his flashlight back and forth through his car. well I thought to myself...I guess I will never know for sure what that man was up to, and there are just too many stories I can make up....So my last mile consisted of me making up a story about what I just saw...was the man burying his dead pets? sorting through trash bags he found? hiding illegal drugs? fixing his car (I decided no, thats too boring)...hiding junk food from his wife? preparing bait for his big fishing trip? freaking out runners dumb enough to be out so late? I guess Iwill never know...all I know is running down mountain is never boring!