I started college undecided, with a general interest in science.  I took a physics class in high-school so I decided to continue with that, only to realize most of my classmates were going into engineering, which I couldn't see myself doing.  My interest with physics was the ability to understand how the world worked in general.  Not sure if I should have stayed with physics or not my parents encouraged me to look at health care.

I ended up job shadowing a nurse anesthetist and saw my first surgery in person.  I wasn't sure how well I would handle it, and at first it was odd, but I got used to it.  My interest grew after seeing the technology involved, the knowledge of the workers, and the teamwork involved in the surgery room.  I decided to change studies from physics to Biology, and later started working towards Pre-med.  When I was thinking of possibly going into physics I was sure I did not want to go into teaching or research, but as I got further into my college career I learned more about scientific research and it started to appeal to me more.

The idea of exploring scientific questions and using problem solving to try and answer them has appealed to me more and more lately.  The idea of becoming a physician appealed to me because I believe it would be a rewarding, challenging job, and would hopefully allow for some reasoning and problem solving.  As I get closer to my last year of undergraduate college it is getting harder for me to decide what direction I should go in, or even if I would miss physics in the future.

I will be taking the MCATs this summer, and I will start working at a co-op at a hospital in a few weeks, so I guess that will help me decide.  I don't feel like my parents forced me to go in one direction, but I think they like the idea of me going into health care...so I have to make sure to think of this decision in an independent and unbiased way...  Is there anyone else who has been or who is in a situation like this?

Lección de hoy: Sonreír a pesar de todo y mostrar tu carita de alegría.

I LUV RUN3SCAEP!!1!1!!!!1!!!11!1

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As you can tell, I am being sarcastic. Runescape is perhaps the worst game I have ever played. Terrible graphics, terrible sounds, and terrible gameplay. Why it is so popular is beyond me.

Now, I never thought I'd be on television.  Really.  I was perfectly happy on the radio, and didn't aspire to being on TV, even though my mother always said I should.  I think she thought that's where the money was, but then I found my way into public broadcasting, and, well, I think you know what's going on there.

Anyway, I had one such gaffe, which wasn't recorded, but it was a radio gaffe. 

Working at WBIW back in the day, I was deep into recording my days worth of commercials following my show.  I worked morning drive, and so this would have been late morning.  The FM station was fairly new, and for some reason, the air signal from the production studio had been routed to the FM transmitter.  And not re-routed before I went in to do my spots.

You can imagine what's coming.  I was working on a JC Penny spot ... which was a donut.  A sung jingle with a 40 second hole in the middle for the copy.  They always gave me 45 seconds of copy to squash into that 40 second hole, and I'd learned to talk fast.  But wait, there's more.  The spots were always for a weekly sale.  "Originally $9.99-$11.99 now $7.99-$9.99".  That kind of thing.  And this was before the days of digital.  Everything was done to tape.

Well, I was having a bad day.  I couldn't get it all in the donut, and I'd tried a dozen or more times.  I finally let go with a string of expletives that would have made a sailor blush ... everything BUT and "F" bomb.

It all went out over the air.  The counter pounding, the swearing, everything.  Over the top of the music.

Amazingly, I didn't get fired, or even reprimanded.  Pretty much everyone's done it.

I've known newscasters that didn't like to pronounce "Norfolk" correctly, because the natives say "Nah-fuk".  And there's the classic scene in "Anchorman" where Ron Jeremy's producer changes his copy and he tells San Diego to "Go Fuck Yourself".  It's hysterical.

The lesson it taught me was never assume a microphone isn't live.  Never.  From Reagan's "the bombing begins in 5 minutes" to my tirade in the production studio ... if there's a microphone, and/or a camera, and a transmitter, it can make it to air.

So I laughed out loud when this landed in my mailbox today. 

CAUTION!!  Salty language alert.

Some were live, some were not.  All are pretty darn funny.

Enjoy

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So I've applied to a lot of jobs this week. Already the hospital I've been applying to over and over has rejected my applications. All I can say is WHAT THE FUCK! I am getting so stressed. I only have a couple more months until my unemployment benefits run out...I'm freaking out! If I have to I will get a job at Wendy's or something but damn come on I should be getting offers left and right! It shouldn't be this hard. To get my last job all I had to do was snap my fingers! I really screwed up a good thing there.

My life sucks so bad right now. I've never felt more like a complete loser than I do right now. Can't get a job, not in school, got no friends, no vehicle...I have no life! Yes I have a handful of good friends that are always there for me, but they all live hours away. I've lived here more than 2 years now and I still don't have any friends! I know a couple people sure but they're not friends. I have one actual friend now that Jamie moved back home to Duluth.

I've always felt as though I don't belong anywhere. Can't keep a damn job, can't make friends for some reason. I'm a pretty cool person to be around so I know there is nothing wrong with me as a person as in I'm not super negative like I used to be back in the day, I'm pretty fun and fun loving nowadays. So what the fuck! I feel like I deserve to be a person who has a few friends who want to hang out and do shit! Yeah it would be better if I had a job and was in school right now and I know that eventually before too long I will be, but last time I was in school and had a job I only came out of there with one friend from each place. So what the hell is wrong with me! I'm smart and beautiful and funny and I just feel like I am missing out on so much. I have felt this way ever since I was in elementary school and I don't know what to do to change things and my biggest fear in life is that I am always going to be stuck in this situation that makes me feel so crappy.

What did you think about The Bachelor Finale? Shayne? Hmmm. Maybe it's because he's British and says funny words like, Bloody. I am just not so sure about her. I think the whole actress thing has me for a loop.

Ok, Here are two more shows  I am going to watch that I want to know if you are, too:

So You Think You Can Dance? Um, ok, to answer that question: No, I don't think I can. In fact, I know I can't. I have white man's disease. But I love this show. I watched season 1, 2 and will be sitting my butt on the couch for 3. I LOVE this show. More than pb&j and more than Idol. *Gasp*

The Bachelorette Boy, Deanna deserves the world after what Brad did to her. I hope she finds a hunka hunka burnin' love.

So, what are you gonna watch? And who you votin' for on Idol? Which Davey will win it?

When I was in La Paz, Bolivia I shared a room with a Dutch guy for a few days.
One day he came back from wandering the city and said that he had walked by a whole area filled with brothels and sex shops.

The next day he showed me the area.

They were all unisex hair salons.

We were both disappointed.

I am tired out! Don't get me wrong-I love having little Mr. Foster Man around-but he's got me exhausted. He's a good little doggy and no trouble, just needy. He has to see me at all times, and doesn't care for anyone else but us four "pack leaders". He'll whine like you're waxing his fur if you let a strange old woman hold him. Maybe he'll outgrow it. Couple that with the potty training- I Can't Take My Eyes Off Of The Puppy. It's mentally exhausting. But I am also the person who can't cope well with change. So, he's gotten used to the good ole Pet Taxi-he graduated from the Rubbermaid tote today. I had let Hubby's parents borrow our little dog kennel for their pup and I went out there and got it today.

While we were there I also picked up sticks,and rocks, because well, you know, paybacks are hell. That is what my mother-in-law told me anyway. Nice huh? Instead of asking us, genuinely, to help her in the yard, she cornered us into doing it by the whole Keeping score thing-The whole "We Did This for you. And This for you, and This for you, YOU OWE US" sorta thing. Ugh. AT least that is how we feel when she approaches us that way. So, I picked up rocks and sticks with a happy shit-eating grin on my face today. Even after I stood there and listened to my father-in-law make fun of our puppy for 20 minutes. And making fun of my husband (his son) for liking a "woman's dog". Wow this post is getting vicious huh? Time to flap my wings again I suppose! But, on the bright side of things: I got to see my baby nephew, Carson. He's so darn cute at 6 weeks old. I took this when he was freshly pushed out of the oven:

Carson's mommy and I went to Panera Bread for a nice little lunch while our hubbies went and did more of things on MIL's Paybacks Are Hell list. It was nice, we complained about the afternoon and ate soup. Hahhaha. My sister-in-law, Brandy gets me. She's married to my hubby's twin who was born a few years late.

Okay, I am going to go Flap my wings off to the couch for some Grey's Anatomy. I'll be back a happier person tomorrow!

(funny thing...why does spell check think "hahaha" is supposed to be Chippewa?)

I keep telling my girlfriend that you've got to eat to compete, but the truth is I have been porking out a little. So this week I've started using my gym membership again, the one that I pay for every month but never use.

Soon, I will be ripped. I will train my body like Bruce Wayne.

He immediately grabbed a book about Neil Armstrong (still space-related, but at least it would teach him some history too) and then spent some time gong through various military leader options. He finally picked a book about Colin Powell and we took our purchases next door to the burger joint to read, eat, and discuss.

The Boy brought Colin with us into the restaurant and proceeded to read the whole thing aloud to me because he was so excited and amazed at the man's story.

He read it again on the way home, asking me questions about segregation, why we fought the war in Vietnam if lots of people were against it, and many other questions that made me wish I had more knowledge of modern American history.

Over the next few weeks he read the book a few more times, marveling at the fact that Colin Powell is still alive and "doing stuff" today and made the comment that he wished he could meet him.

So... when the opportunity came up through my new job for me to meet Colin Powell, I asked The Boy what one question he would ask Colin Powell if he could only ask one and tucked the knowledge away for the Big Day.

On the Big Day, I asked to borrow The Boy's biography and told him I needed it for something at work. He thought it was funny that a grown up would need a kid's book for her job, and I let him tease me a bit about it.

My part in the big Colin Powell event was small, but I was able to write a brief note with my son's question on a sticky and put it inside the book. There were copies of his autobiography that others had brought in, and also a picture or two... and I laughed at my sons little dogeared book laying there waiting and hoping it would get signed with the rest.

"General Powell,

My son Nicholas has read this book over and over and would like to know if you like pie. It is his favorite dessert.

Thank you."

Oh, when I came home with that surprise The Boy was barely containable. He jumped up and down, threw his arms around me and squealed "He loves pie too!"

The little book has now made several trips to show & tell, and my son can recite most of the facts from the book by heart. He's used it to write two reports for school, and he reads it at least once a week--often reading the title page out loud.

I checked the message, and the message ended up being:

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Goana dupa premii e o stare caracteristica unui advertising ce inca nu a ajuns la maturitate, ce se afla inca la pubertate. In adolescenta iti ascunzi 'cosurile' si varsta prin mici bufeuri de personalitate, prin excentricitati ce te depasesc ca si conditie.  Advertisingul de pe la noi nu il pot incadra perfect intr-o anumita etapa din pubertate, lipsa mea d-experienta bat-o vina, insa se manifesta ca in 'line'-ul amintit anterior. Vrea sa atraga atentia, sa epateze prin premii glamorous, prin cat mai multe reflectoare proiectate asupra sa.

Nu ma refer exclusiv la Effie. Nu ma refer exclusiv la Leo, McCann, Graffiti etc. E o stare de ansamblu.

Ce ma deranjeaza e ca nu toti cei ce inainteaza lucrari la primit 'coronite', o fac pentru ca sunt mandri de rezultate si cred sincer in ele, ci pentru ca acea coronita te aduce pe scena, te face vedeta, te pune-n prim plan.

Cu siguranta lucrurile se vor schimba. Caci ceea ce am spus mai sus nu e nimic nou sub soare, de aceea cred si sper ca de la an la an vom vedea si ceva schimbari in bine.

Apparently the Author is Not Dead. Film at 11. Literary scholars should do science!

Antisocial notworking. That's so clevar. This idea crops up with dreadful regularity, but alternatively as a Serious Project and as a spoof of a Serious Project. And that in itself is all the commentary you should need.

As they say on Battlestar Galactica, all of this has happened before, and all of this will happen again.