tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-20957616198365864682024-03-13T06:15:36.990-06:00The FallersKimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.comBlogger101125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-68880564825269844552012-03-17T00:04:00.000-06:002012-10-17T00:04:29.366-06:00Officially On My OwnThe last five weeks at work, I have been going through an orientation. So I have had somebody by me at all times of the day, doing who-knows-what to make sure I am within an appropriate schedule, reminding me of all the little nuances that being a nurse entails. <br />
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I am excited to be on my own, but I am so nervous to find out just how much help I have been receiving without realizing it. I'm so scared that I will be running around with my head cut off and I will be forgetting things left and right. <br />
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But before then, my entire family will be going down to St. George, Utah for one last hoorah before Brenna leaves for South Korea. Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-89414915519492589112012-02-07T20:00:00.000-07:002012-10-17T00:01:26.459-06:00New Job! I AM OFFICIALLY WORKING AS A NURSE!! I went in an signed all the paperwork today and will be starting in a week. Gone are the days of working as a CNA. Gone are the days of working dumb shifts. <br />
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I received a job at Utah Valley Specialty Hospital which is a Long-Term, Acute-Care Hospital on the Med-Surg floor. <br />
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I'm excited to jump into nursing and see how I fare. I'm nervous out of my mind, but I always am when it comes to uncharted territory. I have full confidence that I will do well, but alas, I am still nervous out of my mind. Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-89661493362644245572011-12-29T00:40:00.000-07:002012-03-04T20:52:56.393-07:00NCLEX in Viva! Las Vegas!About two weeks before I graduated from school, a few of my classmates and myself were pulled into the Director of Nursing of the campus and were told that they would give us a scholarship that would reimburse us of our NCLEX registration fees if we were able to take, and pass, the NCLEX before the end of the year. Down to the meat of the story, the school's pass rates haven't been the greatest because a group of students in the previous two semesters cheated their way through school, passed all the classes with flying colors because instead of putting effort into studying, they put effort into buying the answers of the questions in the test bank from who-knows-what-website and so they went to take the NCLEX and failed, failed, failed. And rightly so. So when our semester comes up, they offered this scholarship to boost their quarterly pass rates. They bought us off and I was perfectly fine with that. $300 is $300 is $300. <br />
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Catch is, when you first register, they only show test dates that are available, cancellations excluded, so the first date was January 3 - after the end of the year. <br />
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BUT!! After you have a date to your profile, you are able to go in and look at cancellations. And so the rat race began. I found a date in Boise on Dec 28, and after checking it every hour, on the hour, for a few days, we found a date on Dec 28 in Las Vegas. Andt hen we continued to check it every hour, on the hour, to see if one opened up so I could go down with one of my friends from school. And it did, fifteen minutes after my scheduled time, and I found it at 11:00 PM. And so began my massive amounts of calls, texts and messages on Facebook so she could reschedule her time and go down with me. <br />
I went down the day before, met up with my friend and her mom (which was also one of my teachers in school), ate dinner and then went out to see the Strip because Thomas and I were Vegas Virgins. We went to Treasure Island, went to a country bar,<span style="font-size: xx-small;"> (gambled a little),</span> and then hit the sack for the night because tomorrow was the big day. We ended wandering down the strip to Denny's for breakfast and lo and behold, we were only a mere block from the testing center, so we killed some time going to dinky shops until the time was here for me to go up. <br />
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I took the test, and I had heard a few things about how the NCLEX went for a few others that took it earlier in the day, and knowing that my classmates would want to know the details, I kept tally marks of the dreaded "Select All That Apply" (22 of my 75, by the way) and watched how long it took me to answer the ______ amount of questions I had before it was determined that I would fail or pass the NCLEX. <br />
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For those that don't know how the NCLEX works, you can get anywhere between 75 and 265 questions and it automatically shuts off when the computer adaptive test can easily predict whether or not you will get the next question right or wrong based off of your previous answers. Then it looks at the types of questions that you are getting correct, whether they are knowledge-based (easy) questions or critical thinking (hard) questions. If it is predicted you will get the next question wrong, you fail, the hard questions right, you pass, if you get the easy questions right, you fail, because RN's need to know how to critically think, not just recall knowledge based questions. <br />
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Well, mine shut off at 75 questions and I have never been more unsure of something in my life. Based off my school experience, I should have taken comfort in the fact that I did well in school, but honestly, I felt like vomiting and crawling into the fetal position because I was so unsure of how I did. <br />
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Good thing the Department of Professional Licensing of Utah is fast because before I knew it, I could look online on the DOPL website to see that I was an RN with an active license!<br />
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In due time.. in due time.. </div>Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-78035766114230809852011-12-25T23:54:00.000-07:002012-03-02T01:40:46.494-07:00Christmas with the FallersI have a lot of catching up to do... Or maybe I'll just pretend that I posted this on Christmas rather than over a month late. <br />
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I had to work the night before so played Santa at work, wrapping presents after the residents went to bed. <br />
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Got home, cleaned up, arranged presents, and went to bed because in a few short hours, I knew my kids were about to wake up. <br />
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Much to my surprise, I woke up before the kids. That. Never. Happens. I brought the kids into our room, and ran downstairs so I could record their faces when they came around the corner. <br />
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Christmas Eve, we had nothing under the tree. Not a single thing. Christmas morning, there was a nice array of presents under the tree and the kids were amazed when they saw everything. <br />
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Santa was the hero this Christmas. <br />
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Okay, in the end, Christmas was fantastic. Church was great and only an hour long (Hooray!) and then we were up to my brother's for dinner. <br />
<br />Aaand if I had actually posted this around Christmas-time it would have had a lot more details and pictures instead of me posting this on March 2 and just retroactively dating this to December 25 as if I were actually on top of things. Meh. Such is life, apparently.Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-28227292706346847782011-12-20T10:16:00.003-07:002011-12-20T10:16:41.611-07:00I Really Have Some of the Cutest Kids AroundThe other night, my mom took us out to celebrate after I had passed my program exit exam with flying colors. Well, naturally, the kids wanted to ride with my mom so we packed them up in my mom's Suzy and when Thomas put Aiden in the car, he told Aiden, "You be good for Grandma, okay?"<br />
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Well, we headed out - my mom back home with the kids while Thomas and I went to The Chocolate (amazing, by the way) for some dessert. Well, right as we were parting ways, we realized that we forgot someone with my mom so we flagged her down and pulled up next to her and we were talking to my mom, we see Aiden's little window roll down. <br />
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He then proceeds to poke his little head out, starts to wave his little finger and he looks right at me and says,<br />
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Kids crack me up. Especially now that Aiden is getting to the age that he knows how to act older. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;"><span style="font-size: small;">Celia has also officially hit the age of being a little girl that loves to change her outfit.</span> </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">17,483,903 times a day. </span>Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-29165370017751262332011-12-17T23:30:00.000-07:002011-12-18T00:29:46.636-07:00The Beginning of a New ChapterRemember in Charlie and the Chocolate Factory (new one with Johnny Depp) when Charlie came home with the chocolate bar and then found out that he received the last Golden Ticket? Remember Grandpa Joe's reaction? <br />
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Well, that was my initial reaction yesterday when I finally saw my score on my Nursing School Exit Exam. This test also gives you a "likelihood to pass the NCLEX" conversion score and apparently I have a 99% percent chance of passing my boards on the first try. BRING IT ON, BABY!!!</div>
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It has been a long awaited time in my life. The last 18 months have been beyond hard and my little family certainly has been put through the refiners fire and have come out on the other side better because of it. My family has been incredible throughout this. My husband has been patient, supportive and simply amazing. My kids have been way more understanding than I ever thought when I put on scrubs to leave - 6 days a week at least. They have been strong and stalwart and I couldn't begin to imagine what life would have been like if I didn't have them to be my buffer from the stress and emotions building up within me. <br />
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I'm ready to have the time of day to do <strong><em>all</em></strong> the steps of laundry - wash, dry, fold AND put away all in one day. That hasn't happened in 18 months at least. Generally, I have been getting dressed out of the dryer for a year and a half. At least they were clean!</div>
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I'm ready to be a nurse and I'm ready to pay off bills. </div>
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I'm ready to not worry day to day about all the incredible amounts of what if's that could arise for which I would be utterly unprepared.</div>
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I'm ready to be an actual mom again in action and not just title. </div>
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I'm ready to go to church activities and not feel guilty about neglecting my family even more than I already do. </div>
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I'm ready to go out to lunch with friends just to catch up without the worry of what else I should be doing with this time, money, etc, etc, etc. </div>
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I'm ready to work for a company that is a well-oiled machine. <br />
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I'm ready to take my kids to the park and enjoy the time there without thinking about the homework I should be doing. <br />
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I was excited at first because I love to teach, and become more excited to find out I was just a substitute and generally won't have to worry about it on top of the rest of my crazy life, but now I'm just nervous. <br />
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It dawned on me that since I live in the same house as when I was young, some of the ladies I will be teaching remember me when I was a little girl and looked exactly like Celia. That's kind of crazy and nerve wracking. <br />
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Well, train of thought was lost. I guess we'll see how it goes. As for now, I need to go to bed. <br />
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As for putting the final touches on it? Meh, it can wait until tomorrow. Especially since church does start until <span style="font-size: x-large;">2:30 PM!!</span>Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-38378516582979596172011-11-17T19:16:00.001-07:002012-03-04T20:53:20.836-07:0029 Days and CountingAs of today, I have 29 days until I take my exit exams from school and pass on the <span style="font-size: large;"><strong><em><u>first</u></em></strong></span> time (if I keep saying that, maybe it'll come true, right?) then become eligible to take the NCLEX. <br />
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On the one hand, I celebrate every little achievement that brings me closer to that date - last capstone, last pediatric clinical (and subsequently, last clinical hour of my nursing school experience), last paper to write, last test to take in a particular class (which, technically, I haven't taken... yet. I will in a few days), so on and so forth. It's surreal that it's so close to the end. <br />
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With all these little achievements means I am that much closer to the deadline of knowing absolutely everything I need to know in order to pass my exit exams and, ultimately, my boards. <br />
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It means I only have 29 days to pick the brains of the teachers I respect in order to have a better understanding. It means I only have 29 days to get my butt into gear and not allow myself to become too overwhelmed. It means I only have 29 days to figure out what I am going to do after school. Ya know, little things like getting a job.<br />
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BUT! That also means only 29 days until I am a registered. freaking. nurse. Well, kind of. I need to take boards to get that official title of RN, but I'll be a graduate nurse in 29 days. <br />
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As much as my current stress level is making me want to quit school and work at Micky D's for the rest of my life because that's the easy road, I am really excited to be done. I can't imagine my life without school taking up so much time. I can't imagine being able to have the opportunity to be the mom I want to be without being stressed out of my mind due to all the incredible amounts of homework I have looming in front of me. I can't imagine having the choice to go to church activities without feeling guilty because doing so would be neglecting my family even more. I can't imagine being able to tell people that I am a nurse - that I hold a position in society that is well respected and NOT a low-wage job that most people have straight out of high school. <br />
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So I guess all in all, I'm ready for the next 29 days to go by. Heaven knows my family is ready. <br />
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Just make it a kind of slow 29 days.Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-56895538736918673172011-10-20T22:45:00.002-06:002011-10-21T00:07:56.854-06:00Another Milestone Bites the DustI finished my capstone a few nights ago and what a <em><strong>great</strong></em> feeling it is. <br />
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Even a greater feeling is reading the evaluations from my clinical liaison and my preceptor. They stated that they would be priviledged to work side by side with me someday and that is a great feeling coming from two people that I really look up to and aspire to be like when I am a nurse. With clinicals being a one on one thing between you and your nurse, I never see what my classmates are like with their nurses. I know what my dearest of friends are like and they are much like me - that's why we're dearest of friends. But apparently not many people are like me. Not confident in what they can do, or even allowed to do as a student. Not comfortable with the skills they learned on dummies and now trying to transfer that to a real patient that is nervous. I get it, it's nerve wracking, I was that person the first few clinicals I had and then I found my niche and pushed ahead because I'd much rather do that while I am a student and it is okay and expected to ask questions instead of when I'm a nurse and feel less qualified than the tech on the floor and I think people took notice of that. <br />
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Last night was incredible. I was able to truly be a nurse - my preceptor let me take the reigns and push ahead. I did newborn admit assessments by myself, gave shots to said newborn, gave them baths, even assisted in delivering a baby, up front and personal seeing as how the doctor didn't make it to the big event. What an incredible feeling it was to watch a fantastic preceptor stay calm and collected while delivering a baby by herself and I was right there in the thick of things, intimately involved in the delivery process, just as if I were a nurse. <br />
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I had a <span style="font-size: x-large;">giant</span> epiphone during that experience - I was right at the patient's side and I saw a nurse just standing idly by, so I asked if she wanted to take over, and she looked me straight in the eye and said, "Why would I take over when you are doing everything you should?" And then my epiphone hit me -<span style="font-size: large;"><em> I AM GOING TO BE A FREAKING NURSE IN THREE MONTHS!!</em></span> <span style="font-size: xx-small;">(God willing I pass the NCLEX and get a job.)</span><br />
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And that's the most awesome thing I have ever realized.Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-47016931785046841172011-10-06T23:46:00.000-06:002011-10-08T22:04:40.378-06:00C'est la VieAt the request of a dear friend from work, I must update my blog. <br />
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Life has been overwhelmingly ho-hum. I have started my capstone in the Women's Center at my local hospital (Hooray for not having to drive more than 5 minutes to get there!). Initially, it was just in Post-Partum... over night... with two part time nurses that get called off all the time. So! I worked my way over to Labor and Delivery, which is slightly more exciting. So far, I have completed 4 nights on Post Partum, and one on Labor and Delivery which makes a total of 5 out of my required 9. So. Stinking. Close. Only one more night on Post Partum and three more on Labor and Delivery and in a short (let's hope and pray) 11 days from now, I will be done with my capstone experience. And luckily, I will not have any more 24+ hour "days." Just a lot of switching my schedule back and forth in a matter of days between night Capstone and day classes. <br />
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I have gone back to being scheduled at work which, in short, is exhausting. I have been so disillusioned with working as a CNA at an Assisted Living Facility as I get closer and closer to becoming a nurse and getting certifications that will hopefully put my foot a little bit further in the door of Emergency Care - i.e. as far from Long-Term Care as possible. <br />
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That's not to say I don't have a deep and profound love for those of whom I take care. It's really incredible the love that develops when you serve others, even if it is in a setting where they are forced to accept per se due to handicaps and you are paid to provide. <br />
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School... well, I'm burned out, to say the least. Just trying to keep up with how I've been doing previous semesters so I don't blow all my hard work because I have an emotional break down. Or two.... or three. <br />
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ALSO! I've been called as a Relief Society Instructor. I have yet to teach, and hope I can buy time for two more Sundays. Only lesson I've learned is that Heavenly Father does have a sense of humor, but who am I to doubt if I can or cannot do it? Somebody out there thinks I can and if there is anything I've learned in the last 18 months is that I can do a whole heck of a lot more than I ever imagined and still be able to wake up and face the next day. <br />
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Also, this was birthday week. Thomas' birthday was on Tuesday and I had stinking Capstone that night so all we did was go out to lunch after Aiden went to a friend's birthday party. And Celia's birthday is tomorrow. Pictures will be posted. No promises that it'll be tomorrow. <br />
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P.S. You're welcome, Chantel. Hope it was worth it. Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-23252193471303211632011-09-24T22:03:00.002-06:002011-09-24T22:04:09.376-06:00Dirty DashSo I participated in a 10/5K (it was a 10 K, but had a 5 K short cut - I wussed out and took the 5K.) today. Volunteered last week. It was a blast! However, I will be blowing muddy boogers out of my nose for days, I'm sure. <br />
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Those shorts were baby blue this morning. Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-91200593093501240542011-09-11T21:51:00.001-06:002011-09-11T22:02:57.214-06:00I was in...Today everyone's Facebook status' seemed to start with "I was in..." and then the setting was placed. No more explanation was needed. Everyone knows that they are referring to where they were at the time they found out about the terrorist attacks on 9/11/2001. <br />
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<span style="font-size: x-large;">I was</span> outside at school, in my zero hour band class, practicing for our upcoming competitions. We, as a drumline, had come back inside to practice with the pit that had stayed inside, while the rest of the band were still outside on the football field. When we walked into the band room, we were surprised to see the TV on, much less the news. It was at this time we found out that the both towers had been hit by airplanes just minutes apart. <br />
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A few minutes after we started to sit and watch, another plane flew into the Pentagon and then reports of another crash, one in a field in Pennsylvania. We were confused, dismayed, and unable to process the severity of this situation - it was far beyond anything we had ever expereienced and known in our short life time. We had heard of attacks that had occured at another time and another place, attacks such as Pearl Harbor and the Oklahoma City bombing, but for the first time in our young lives, were we able to distinguish pure, unadulterated evil from "just" a tragic event. <br />
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I remember going to second period and watching the news while teachers in the back of the barrack were talking about how this happened in a book. I remember watching President Bush on the TV and feeling a swell of pride and justice when, without a single bit of hesitancy, he waged a war on terror. Immediately, I wondered what this would mean for my friends, my young, male friends, specifically. <br />
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Then I remember walking from class to class, much like a zombie, oblivious to my surrounding, yet at the pace of a cheetah because I dare not walk slowly between classrooms - nay, between TV's - just in case I missed something else. <br />
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But as the day progressed, I drew out of my zombie-like state and started to notice people in the corners of the hallways crying. People who had heard that a loved one was on <em>that</em> flight, or had a dad that worked in the World Trade Center or the Pentagon. My heart went out to them and immediately I thanked my Heavenly Father that I knew where my family was and subsequently prayed for those who didn't. <br />
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Then a miracle happened, the American people were awakened, ready to step up because that is what is bred in us as Americans. Flags started to show up everywhere, humanitarian efforts were taking place left and right. Sure, some tempers flew, but overwhelmingly we drew together, offered support in way of means, time and talent. <br />
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I remember the speculation of every "What if.." I remember being worried about them coming to New Mexico and attacking White Sands Missle Range. I remember, in the following months, being worried about the Winter Olympics in Utah; thinking that they could attack the chemical depot where nuclear waste is stored, just a few dozen miles from my sister at a time when much of the world's attention was focused on one place. <br />
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I remember everytime I played or heard the National Anthem of the United States of America, I was brought to tears and had goosebumps on every inch of my body. I remember being so proud to belong to a country wherein we were able to enjoy the freedoms and liberty secured for us by our Founding Fathers. <br />
I remember in the years following, friends, expected and not, that enlisted in the military because they never forgot how they felt <em>that</em> day. I admire them and their families. They are absolutely heroes. Brave and courageous and willing to do what most won't because they knew they could serve their country and try to secure justice for those that had no chance that fateful day. <br />
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I will never forget that day and the days, weeks, months that followed. I pray that those who lost loved ones in will some way, some how, find the peace that they are seeking and that those whose lives were shortened by the hate of others will be honored and remembered and that the feeling of unity and patriotism may once again find its place in this country once again. I pray that no other innocent people will fall victim to such evil and that I may do my part to prevent it from happening - no matter how small my efforts may be. Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-72093256284317038272011-09-06T23:52:00.000-06:002011-09-06T23:53:09.658-06:00Montana. One of My Most Favorite Places. Ever.This past weekend, I had one last getaway before school starts in Montana. It was absolutely fantastic. Good weather, good fun, good times with family - especially with family I hadn't seen in, literally, decades, and of course, whenever Thomas is around and has a new audience, the mandatory good food. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Where was I?</span> Oh, yes. However, there were hornets. And mean ones, to boot. Apparently in Superior, Montana this year, they have been bad and aggressive. Not just at the round house because no one was there to shoo them away, but just all around bad in the area. Within an hour of getting there, I was stung on the foot and Thomas scouted out a gigantic nest in the eaves of the house and killed it with two cans of wasp and hornet killer.<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Other than that</span>, it was a great trip. Probably the best trip to Montana yet. Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-48847473653757639142011-08-31T21:20:00.001-06:002011-08-31T21:22:10.995-06:00School, schmoolAlright, I take that back. I have officially hit that part of my between-semester break where I am ready to get back. I've had enough of a break and just ready to get back to my semester-long rut. I am fully aware that this will only last a couple weeks at most and I'll be wishing for a break. <br />
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I imagine this next (and last!) semester will be even worse. On top of school and whatnot, I will be doing my capstone, preceptorship, whatever you call it. I'm pretty stoked for it, but *INCREDIBLY* nervous about it being PM shifts and daytime classes. I don't do so well without sleep. I get migraines. And bad. I don't know how well I'll do at switching my schedule around so often. So here's to hoping that won't happen! :) <br />
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At least I get to have one last hoorah before school starts. I am off to Montana for the next four days and then immediately back to the grind. I drive back Monday in holiday traffic to pass off my ACLS Tuesday, Capstone Hospital orientation on Wednesday and class on Thursday. <br />
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Humph. Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-85062280415087560122011-08-20T21:24:00.000-06:002011-08-20T21:24:17.500-06:00It Happens Every Time..I've worked at my place of employment for almost 15 months now and in that time, we have had our fair share of residents pass away and a fair share of <em>those</em> have happened on my shift. Some of them were near and dear to my heart from the first day I met them to the last day I cared for them and between putting on a brave face around the family while providing post-mortem care, I have had to sneak into a remote room, sit in the far corner and have a good cry for just a few seconds. <br />
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Others I have cared for, and for a while they may or may not have drove me up a wall <span style="font-size: x-small;">(I can neither confirm nor deny that statement)</span> but as their time came closer, I have tried to get over myself and take care of them as best as I am capable and something incredible happens:<br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">You truly do develop a profound love for those in whom you serve.</span> <br />
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And when it was their time to meet the Good Lord, I put on a brave face, offer assitance in any way I can, but all between sneaking into a remote room to have a good cry for a few seconds. <br />
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I am always impressed with the impact that they have on so many lives and I look forward to the day when I can meet them and truly know them for who they were in their prime and not as I cared for them. I will be eternally grateful for the opportunity I had to help them in their last days, but moreso will I be grateful to truly know them and to tell them thank you for everything they, and their families, have taught me over the last 15 months. Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-68360477243799787892011-08-19T13:32:00.000-06:002011-08-19T13:32:48.326-06:00School's Out ... Kind Of.So I'm officially done with Semester 4 of 5 of nursing school and I can give myself a little pat on the back for a job well done. <br />
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I wish I could say that I don't have a single book to crack or test to prepare for in the next two weeks, but alas, I am a glutton for punishment. I am currently training to receive my Advanced Cardiac Life Support certification. Ya know the guys that rush into a room when the Code Blue button has been pushed to swoop in and save the day? Yep, that's going to be me. I'm pretty stoked about it. <br />
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I was able to observe/mildly participate in some Mega Code simulations this morning with a group that is past all the book learning and actually passing off to become officially certified this morning. I learned quite a bit, but mostly, since I was the peon, I just came out with incredibly tired muscles from doing CPR on a dummy for a LONG time. <br />
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It's extremely exhilarating to have found my niche in emergency care. For a long time, I wanted to be Labor and Delivery and eventually a Midwife, and while I still want to do that, I think I want to save that for later on when I want to "retire." I have found that I like the prospect/challenge of anything coming through the door at any given minute and I have to rely on my know-how to treat this person. <br />
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Anyhow, time to put megacodes on hold and off to the fun and exciting life at work. :/ At least I'm not by myself. Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-76715067198732044742011-08-17T20:01:00.002-06:002011-08-17T20:31:29.898-06:00Today I Decided Life Will Forever and Always Be Insane<span style="font-size: large;">So to fill you in on the last 18 months of my life:</span><br />
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We moved from Florida in February, 2010. <br />
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May 24, 2010 I started nursing school. <br />
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Two days later, I started working as a CNA. <br />
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Five days later, my husband and I were rear-ended by a young, teenaged girl who was doing something on her phone. Myself and the kids were fine, but due to the position in which my husband was, he sustained nerve damage in his lower back. <br />
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And since then, <span style="font-size: large;">life has been <strong><em>insane</em></strong>.</span> Thomas stays at home and watches the kids while I work and go to school and try to squeeze in enough time with the family so that I don't fall asleep with exhaustion and guilt plaguing me on a daily basis. <br />
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School is fantastic. I am doing extremely well, many thanks to my Heavenly Father. On a continual basis, generally when I get emotionally drained, I have to remind myself that I have done what I thought was impossible and can hold on for another [ ] months. <span style="font-size: x-small;">(Only four more months... only four more months..)</span><br />
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I am eternally grateful for my husband who has supported me and given me the strength and encouragement that I have needed when I am on the verge of losing it, and if I do get to the point of "lost it", he knows how to pick me back up. <br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">Then comes some perspective.</span> I think my life is hard, and it's easy to get down on myself and try to make people pity my situation and it seems that when I am on the search for someone to take pity upon me, I find something else entirely. I find a dear friend who is going through the same school process 300 miles from her husband. I find an old high school acquaintance who has a young child with health problems. I find single parents that are trying to do the best for their children while pursuing an education. I find someone who is trying to better their life and, due to a momentary lapse of judgement, needs to put their life on hold for the time being. I find a loving and doting husband of decades, visiting his sick wife on a daily basis, knowing that days are limited. <br />
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And they are holding up far better than I think I could. They are holding up admirally. <br />
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So life may always be insane in one way or another but I have found within the past few months, I am capable of so much more than I ever thought possible and if/when I begin to lax in that thinking, I have the most incredible people around me to lift me up and support me. <br />
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P.S. Today I also decided that I will blog more often. We'll see how that goes. Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-53802766410901977882010-04-19T23:11:00.001-06:002010-04-20T00:05:42.529-06:00I've been neglecting my blog.So I just logged into my Google Reader to find that I have no less than 526 posts that I have not read since I last logged in. That's a bit much.<br />
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My husband and I are safely in Utah. We are going a little bit crazy right now with trying to find a job. I took my CNA course and have yet to take the state exam because I haven't studied because I have been going through the application process to get into a nursing course. I finished the application today and should find out within the next few weeks if I am accepted. If I am, I start May 24. <br />
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Everything is happening fast, but falling into place. Wish me luck and I will try to keep this updated a little bit more.Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-76359086121949069102010-01-25T17:23:00.004-07:002010-02-03T16:20:48.702-07:00Random Thoughts for a Random DayI haven't blogged in a while and since I have a bunch of stuff has happened.<br />
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My son turned 2. That's incredible. We still haven't had his birthday party. We were going to have it on the Saturday after his birthday, but my husband left on a last minute trip to South Florida to buy us a van (which is the coolest van ever!!) So we post-poned it for the following Saturday, but everyone was sick, so now it will be this Saturday and it's going to be a combination party for him, myself and Nana Faller.<br />
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We have a new van that is the coolest! I love it. I wish I could find my camera to take pictures of it and brag to everyone else about how my van is cooler than all the other vans out there, but alas, I am still without a camera. Maybe me losing my camera is Heavenly Father's way of keeping me humble. <br />
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I don't know how my mom did it, but 4 out of 5 of her children eat vegetables (Way to ruin a perfect statistic, Dennie). I remember growing up and being excited when we had spinach or beets with dinner. I remember the best part of Sunday Dinner (pot roast, mashed potatoes and some sort of vegetable side) was when she made green beans with bacon on top. I hope somehow that super power was sent to me and I can make my children love vegetables. I think I'm off to a good start because my two year old son will eat more vegetables than his father, but his father doesn't like corn, sweet peas or other fall-back-because-who-in-the-world-doesn't-like-these vegetables, so it's not hard to eat more vegetables than him. He has tried to pass of the fake chives in Top Ramen as a vegetable before. He will eat lima beans (yuck. city.) and asparagus though. I know, it makes no sense. <br />
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I still hate moving. <br />
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We apparently aren't supposed to have a Yard Sale before we move. One Saturday we were sick with an insane cold snap that froze the iguanas out of trees. Next time it rained and rained and rained and rained. Then we were sick with congestion and fevers. Then it rained and rained and rained and rained again. So we are 0-4 on possible Yard Sale Saturdays with only three left. This next one my husband is working so I'll be at it alone for most of the time. The next one we are probably going down to Palm Beach to visit his brother's family one last time before we leave and the last Saturday is two days before I move and the day I pick up the moving van, so not the most convenient of days. I really hope we sell a lot this Saturday or else I think we'll be moving stuff with us and selling it out in Utah. <br />
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I promise I will blog more when I am past all this moving nonsense. Until then, just bear with me.Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-39259222109898414952010-01-02T10:36:00.001-07:002010-01-02T10:39:02.987-07:00My house has a blackhole<strong><span style="font-size: large;">Let's call it Aiden, ya know, just for kicks.</span></strong> This blackhole has swallowed my DVD remote, rendering my husband's X Box a glorified DVD player for most of the day. It has swallowed some of my favorite not-maternity clothes. It has even swallowed about half of my left shoes, but one thing I'm super perturbed about is that it has taken in my camera. I keep telling myself that they will turn up, but that'll probably be when I pack up my house and that's not much of a consolation because I really dislike packing. <br />
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Since this "blackhole" has taken in my camera and misplaced it, I had to rely on my sister in-law's camera to take pictures for Christmas and I have yet to see them, hence the absence of a Christmas post. <br />
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It was wonderful, by the way. Aiden took time to play with each and every toy, which made it well worth the while. <br />
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So I'm just going to publish my Christmas post on Little Christmas and say I was planning on doing that the entire time.Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-34901414155784522962009-12-31T22:00:00.005-07:002010-01-01T09:51:06.130-07:00New Year's ResolutionsI've been thinking long and hard about what I want to accomplish this upcoming year other than the ubiquitous goal of being a better mother, wife and spiritual person and I think I have it narrowed down to a few attainable things:<br /><br />I wish I could say I am going to lose 25 lbs by the end of the year, but it seems that the only way I can do that is to get pregnant, gain 20-50 lbs and then lose it in the following months and then be at a stand still about five pounds under pre-pregnancy weight. So, I'm just going to say that<strong> I'm not going to gain any weight and if I lose some, then bonus.</strong> So it looks like 2010 will be a pregnant-me-less year.<br /><br /><strong>I am going to eat healthier</strong>... <span style="font-size:78%;">Right after I eat all my clearanced after-Christmas candy we splurged on. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">...</span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;">And I don't think that will include the after Valentines Day chocolate, either. </span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"></span><br /><span style="font-size:78%;"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;">I will potty train Aiden.</span></strong> </span><span style="font-size:85%;">Does this even count as a New Year's Resolution? Aren't those supposed to be something that you do to better <em>yourself</em>? I'm sure this counts because smelling his poopy diapers up close and personal on a daily basis can't be good for my health. </span><br /><br /><span style="font-size:85%;"><span style="font-size:100%;"><strong>I will pack my house up <em>before</em> the last week before we move, </strong></span></span><span style="font-size:85%;">minus essentials, of course. I hate moving. A lot. I moved once the entire time I grew up, and I was 6 so it doesn't really count. I didn't do anything to pack. The only thing I remember around that time in my life has nothing to do with boxes and packing tape and moving trucks, but instead my dog being ran over by a car, being excited about my first plane ride and being terribly upset that I was missing my Christmas Concert at school. Really, why couldn't we have moved our entire family a week later so I could sing with my other classmates for 20 minutes? That's not irrational, 6 year-old mind reasoning at all. </span><br /><span style="font-size:85%;">But anyway. I moved when I was 6 and that doesn't really count as having to deal with the moving process, but then when I was 19, that was across country from New Mexico to Florida and that was a process.... And again when I was 20, not across country, but I had "grown-up" stuff that made it a process that was moved in the back of my brother in-law's pick-up truck, load after load after load ..... And then again when I was 21.... And then when I was 23, with a 14 month old and 7 weeks vomiting-pregnant.... And now again when I will be 24, across country, from Florida to Utah, with two children and my husband staying behind for an extra month or so. I hope I won't have to move again for a while after this one because I'm tired of it. </span><br /><br /><br /><div><div align="center"><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>But onto the most important ones:</strong></span></div><div align="center"><strong><span style="font-size:130%;"></span></strong></div><div align="left">I resolve that I will not be so desperate for the lime-light that I will pretend my son is caught in a homemade balloon that is drifting away.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421611015771100162" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J2xEpmHd2HE/Sz1ufnFhlAI/AAAAAAAAAoQ/B-PxLLG2CHg/s200/heene-family-660x495.jpg" /><br />I resolve to keep my threats away from the "shove a ball down your throat" path.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421611273945565602" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2xEpmHd2HE/Sz1uuo3HSaI/AAAAAAAAAoo/cUYH6SZ6IAY/s200/serena-williams.jpg" /> <div></div><div>I resolve to not be, in any way, shape or form, like Kanye West. </div><div></div><div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421611263367797794" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J2xEpmHd2HE/Sz1uuBdLXCI/AAAAAAAAAoY/3IXeruRjE_I/s200/kanye-west.jpg" /></div><div></div><div>I resolve to keep my congratulational gestures to hand shaking when it comes to blind people. That way my high-five won't be left hanging.... on national television... on one of the most watched shows.<br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421611271214874306" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2xEpmHd2HE/Sz1uuesEPsI/AAAAAAAAAog/v0SmFg4Qn78/s200/ryan-seacrest.jpg" /><br /><div>I resolve this year that I will not marry someone, have twins with them, try for just one more and end up with six more and drive them so crazy by my constant nagging and stupid hair cut that they are driven to cheat on me with someone way younger just months after renewing our vows and telling the world that you are doing this so your children will know that Mommy and Daddy will <strong><em>always</em></strong> be together, no matter what. </div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421594458391738354" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2xEpmHd2HE/Sz1fb2Cqd_I/AAAAAAAAAmk/78VKx64Vx9k/s200/kate-gosselin.jpg" /><br /><br /><div align="left">I resolve to only fly US Airways through a flock of birds if Chesley B. Sullenburger III is my pilot.</div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 148px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421603276100020146" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2xEpmHd2HE/Sz1ndGkJJ7I/AAAAAAAAAoE/CL95eg7tQAk/s200/chesley-b-sullenberger.jpg" /> </div><div>I resolve to keep being a homebody instead of turning myself into a famous golfer that then cheats on their spouse with more than a baker's dozen of women. </div><div><br /></div><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421611279478541874" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2xEpmHd2HE/Sz1uu9eRzjI/AAAAAAAAAow/nIsxM6NblFw/s200/tiger-woods-435.jpg" /><br /><br /><p>I resolve to not take fertility drugs and end up pregnant with 8 babies.... especially if I already have 6 at home. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 160px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421595465801173010" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J2xEpmHd2HE/Sz1gWe7yiBI/AAAAAAAAAm0/faGZTOQJLpY/s200/octomom.jpg" /> </p><br /><br /><p>I resolve that when I win a record number of gold medals at the Olympics, I will not find myself in a huge controversy because a picture of me smoking pot surfaced. <img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421596067041392786" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2xEpmHd2HE/Sz1g5euoOJI/AAAAAAAAAm8/P_2ZKV9mS2s/s200/michael-phelps-sports-illustrated-cover.jpg" /><br /><br /><br />I resolve to never help Drew Peterson with anything. Especially anything that involves disposing of blue barrels.<br /></p><p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 130px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421596785196876722" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2xEpmHd2HE/Sz1hjSEPQ7I/AAAAAAAAAnE/xj19_Kwq95M/s200/drewarrest.jpg" /> </p><br /><p>I resolve to stay home instead of flying on any commercial airplane if I have tuberculosis.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 150px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 200px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421597978174001202" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_J2xEpmHd2HE/Sz1iouQJkDI/AAAAAAAAAnM/t0gsyrQHqmk/s200/Tuberculosis_by_H0110w_ichig0.jpg" /> </p><br /><br /><div>I resolve to not help a pimp and prostitute in their endeavors to open an under-aged brothel.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 153px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421601341407193938" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_J2xEpmHd2HE/Sz1lsfRba1I/AAAAAAAAAno/J2CsRceQoLU/s200/okeefe-giles.jpg" /><br /><br /><p>I resolve to leave the biggest carbon footprint possible, now that we know that Global Warming isn't real.<br /><br /><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 199px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421601449608715794" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_J2xEpmHd2HE/Sz1lyyWrnhI/AAAAAAAAAnw/sIQWHLsUjZA/s200/carbon-footprint.jpg" /><span style="font-size:130%;">And last but certainly not the least:</span></p><p>I resolve that if I find myself attending a Midnight Mass with the Pope, I will not attack him because no matter who you are, or what you believe, that cannot be a good thing. </p><img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 128px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5421601537948802050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_J2xEpmHd2HE/Sz1l37cmXAI/AAAAAAAAAn4/H5oDzUouLj8/s200/061224_popeBenedict_hmed_620p_hmedium.jpg" /><span style="font-size:78%;">Seriously, how could you see this and think, "I'm going to attack that man."</span><br /><br /><br /><br /><p><span style="font-size:130%;"><strong>Hope 2010 brings you all the best!!</strong></span> </p><p><span style="font-size:78%;">Notice how I didn't mention anything about Michael Jackson? That's how it should be...</span> </p></div></div>Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-53957987234888383762009-12-30T14:39:00.004-07:002009-12-30T20:35:21.218-07:00Today I will do my laundry...Since I was called to the Stake Young Women's Presidency, my life has been full of loading kids to drive to other towns to visit with the Ward's Young Women's Presidencies and every spare moment my husband and I have no obligations, we are out at his parents spending time with them before D-Day comes and we have to move.<br /><br />I am holding up mentally, emotionally, and physically wonderfully until I factor in the fact that my house is a mess. My dishes are perpetually piled up in the sink, my clothes are clean, but piled into our giant tote that we keep our Christmas Tree stored in for 11 months of the year, my dog is probably underfed and likes to compensate by trying to eat used paper towels that end up shredded all over the floor.<br /><br />This morning I participated in our Stake Pioneer Trek Youth Conference. I was an "angel" that came at a trying time for the girls to help push their handcarts. A more detailed post will come later when I can figure out in my mind how to do that experience justice. But one huge lesson was learned after my 3 minute short burst of an incredible amount of energy. I helped them push the handcart up a sugar-sand hill and through loose sand after that for only about 50-60 yards. By the end, I was exhausted and felt like I literally could not walk another step and then it hit me that as exhausted as I was, these teenaged girls had been pulling these for an hour or two at that point and still had half the day left and that they are doing this trek because for thousands of people, some of them my ancestors, this was their life for months. They pushed their handcarts and held their children when they were exhausted and at the end of the day when they had a break, they had to cook and clean for their families and make everything in order because they would be leaving in the morning.<br /><br />If they can do that, then I can fold my loads upon loads of clean clothes and put them away where they belong... all in the same day.<br /><br />And tomorrow I will do the dishes.Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-57012682815641135392009-12-27T09:22:00.006-07:002009-12-31T21:19:04.458-07:00My children have colds and I hate it.For those of you who have read Angela's Ashes by Frank McCourt, remember the part when his father had to suck the mucous out of the little boy's nose (for the life of me I can't remember if it was Frank McCourt or his brother) using his own mouth because the boy couldn't breath from being so congested?<br /><br />Well, when I first read that part, I was so disgusted and said I would never be able to do that and that I was glad I lived in a day and age when there are nose aspirators and saline spray. Never did it cross my 15 year old mind that those things wouldn't work. What happens when that doesn't work?! Oh, how having a baby changes things.<br /><br />This morning I was about ten seconds away from doing that myself with my two and a half month old daughter and then she threw up because she was gagging on the post nasal drip and the most incredible amount of mucous came out with it. My hand was covered in it and once relief washed over me, all I could think of was Men in Black when Tommy Lee Jones is inside the cockroach at the end and shoots the cockroach from the inside and the mucous blasts out all over Will Smith.<br /><br />Just so you know, I am not a bad mother. I had been using the nasal aspirator all night long, it just was going back down her throat so it wasn't as effective as it could have been. It's the pits when you can't do anything for them and you had to hear their little tiny body coughing. I'm sure you can imagine how many prayers I said last night.Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-54262148899349809032009-12-27T09:01:00.001-07:002009-12-27T09:02:59.880-07:00I Want That!<p><object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/8mx7dq6YT3s&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/8mx7dq6YT3s&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowscriptaccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object></p><p> </p><p>This is amazing!!! If you didn't catch what it just did. The guy took a video with his digital camera, and set the camera down and went on his way while the SD card inside the camera automatically uploaded the pictures/video he took - ALL BY ITSELF!!</p><p>Technology is amazing and I want it. </p>Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2095761619836586468.post-19856494626460112362009-12-25T15:52:00.002-07:002009-12-25T15:54:23.106-07:00Merry Christmas!<object width="425" height="344"><param name="movie" value="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eLDvM7eSq0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1"></param><param name="allowFullScreen" value="true"></param><param name="allowScriptAccess" value="always"></param><embed src="http://www.youtube.com/v/1eLDvM7eSq0&color1=0xb1b1b1&color2=0xcfcfcf&hl=en_US&feature=player_embedded&fs=1" type="application/x-shockwave-flash" allowfullscreen="true" allowScriptAccess="always" width="425" height="344"></embed></object><br /><br />I've had mild interest in Celtic Woman recently, but today I think it bumped up to full blown love. Every song I have listened to has given me goosebumps at least once. I hope you enjoy! This song is absolutely beautiful. <br /><br />P.S. Can you tell I just figured out how to post videos without having to look up the steps to make it work every time?Kimberleihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/08492210416441289078noreply@blogger.com0