A high-heel loving gal and her trusty sidekick…
Saturday, September 24, 2011

for Megan...

It's no "Nevaless," but saw this on ParentFails...

Friday, September 23, 2011

found this...

Just saw this old picture of Little Miss Hadley.

Seriously? Cutest piccie EVER.

Love those super chunky cheeks, the tight little smile, the finger pointing, the polka-dot PJs, the glasses...

Monday, September 19, 2011

fun times

Pia and I had a pretty fun weekend!

Switchfoot at the Fair (where I had to be snuck into the beer garden because they "sold out" of those tickets... even though there were like 20 empty seats).
me, Pia and Krista

The sneaking-in was especially difficult because I had been wearing THIS:
That's right folks. I had to buy a tie-dye sweatshirt at the Fair.
Stupidly, I thought I'd be warm even though it has been dropping down to like 50 degrees the second the sun goes down.
So I was freezing.
But I got a hell of a deal, seeing as the hoodie was in the "reject" pile. Kinda like me whenever I wear it.

Event 2: Zac Brown Band at the Gorge!!!!!!!!
Like want to steal him from his current family, and have his little beanie-wearing, beardy babies.
Is that weird?

We were supposed to have a big group of girls from work, but a couple had to bail last-minute, so it ended up being just 4 of us. And we had a ball.

Pia, me, Emily and Annette waiting for ZackyPooh to come onstage

Seriously? Love this guy.
As I told Pia... If I can't marry Zac, I would happily accept a perfect doppelganger - but he must wear beanies, have a beard, sing country music to me/play the guitar, and preferably be from Georgia (although NC/SC/Alabama would all be considered).
Don't worry, it'll happen.
Thursday, September 15, 2011

this is horrifying.

I saw this news article today:

"With fish numbers all over the world falling thanks to overfishing and habitat destruction, a surprising predator has sprung up to take their place — the jellyfish. Due to their low energy requirements, the floating blobs of stingers don't need to be quite as active or accurate to spread and fill the ecological niche afforded them by changes in the ecosystem.

Even more curiously, the jellyfish appear to be adapting to be better hunters, too. An active predator fish has to spot prey and chase after it, but the Medusozoa just passively wait for their prey to come into contact with their poison stingers. So jellyfish are evolving into larger and even slower moving organisms, able to cover more area with their tendrils while still needing only small amounts of energy to survive.

Keep your eye on the beaches in the future. Sedate-seeming giant jellyfish may be the next megasharks."



UPDATE to the Grad School Post:


Not sure if I should celebrate or cry... the thought of doing homework is a bit horrifying... :)

Now to go negotiate with the bosses about how to pay for it all!
Wednesday, September 14, 2011

Yea? Nay?

Trying out a new blog design.

Because like everything else in my life, I was getting bored with the old one...

Like? No? I am open to suggestions. Unless they suck, in which case you will probably be ridiculed by me or a family member.

Also, is that header picture ENORMOUS on everyone's computer or just mine? I can't figure out how to shrink it...

The Great Grad School Adventure (mega-long post)

As you may or may not have caught on in my previous post, I applied for Grad School recently. Yikes! It was an adventure applying, as you are about to read...

First, I have been thinking about returning to school for my Master's in Nursing for a while now, but only really seriously considering it for the past month or so. It's a big decision! I LOVE what I'm doing right now with my job, so wasn't really sure if I wanted to rock my whole world by completely changing my job.

A side note, for those of you who don't know: I would become an Advanced Registered Nurse Practitioner (ARNP) with my new fancy-schmancy degree. This is essentially a step down from the doctor (although don't say this to certain uppity NP's - they don't care for that description. They apparently also do not care for being called "Mid-Level Providers." Whatever. I could care less.) Anywho, the ARNP does many things. In our practice, she gets to see and assess patients, order chemo and various other drugs, triage calls, run around like a chicken-with-her-head-cut-off, be given every crap assignment and case load possible, fill in for the docs and catch all their mistakes, dictate on visits, etc., etc., etc. Can you see the dilemma I faced in deciding whether all this stress is actually worth it?!?! However, my employer will pay for this, and guarantee me a job when I'm done... Hmmm.

SO. Going back to a month-or-so ago. I'm saying to myself, "hmmm, you know Katie, I bet in about 2-3 years, you might not be so excited about your job anymore. In fact, knowing you (and I think I do), I would wager that you'll be kinda bored and ready for something a bit more challenging." So I start looking into things, talking with our NP's here, checking out programs around the state, etc. And, shockingly, for the first time in my life, I legitimately consider becoming a HUSKY! Ew, crazy! So I start ordering transcripts from the MANY schools I've attended because I know this can take a while (this is key later in the story)... And just as soon as I decide that UW's program is the best one, they drop a bomb on me - they are changing their program! No longer is a Master's degree enough, now they want everyone to get a DNP (Doctor of Nursing Practice. Or Dumb Nursing Program. Something like that.) This means an extra year of school (at least), and when you graduate you get to do the exact same job as the Master's nurse. Dumb, right? Yeah. Turns out, WSU tells me the same thing. WTF.

So, now I'm getting annoyed. Because my Top 2 choices aren't saying what I want to hear. So I am forced to turn to Choice #3, Gonzaga. More expensive. Not as established. BUT they have one thing going for them - they wouldn't make me attend an extra year of school for no good reason.
However, Gonzaga's website is terrible I come to find out. Like, no online application, very few details, hard to find someone to contact. Stupid. So I email the contact person about 4 times, and call her office leaving her voicemails, to find out important questions like "Where are your applications?" And "Can I have one?" And "When is it due????" FINALLY, after about 3 weeks of no answer, we are at approximately August 27th. And I get an email. With an application attached. And it says, by the way, spring applications are due September 1st.

Wait, what? Come again? (that's what she said...)

Part of the application is to gather 2 recommendations. Plus write a professional vita (aka a resume except they only want to know about accomplishments/published articles/etc. - I had none of note). OH YEAH, you also have to take a test. The MAT (Miller's Analogy Test) to be specific. In case you haven't heard of this shit-show, it's a completely outdated way to evaluate your critical thinking skills by giving you an hour to complete 120 analogies. FML.

So I call Gonzaga, because they've given me about 5 days' notice to finish all this. And I'm pretty sure I can do the application itself, including essays. And I have a few awesome colleagues who are willing to write me a recommendation with only 3 days' notice. And thank god I already ordered all those transcripts!!! But this test? Can I maybe do it after September 1st and still turn in my application? Turns out the answer to this question is "hell no, don't even bother if that's the case." Wow. Thanks. Awesome.

So I get squeezed in and get a test date. For August 31st. At 6pm. Pushing it much? :)

And I take the test. It is exactly as awful as you would think. But I get an indecipherable score, and my application is complete.

Cue about 3am Thursday morning (I am planning to drop the app off at lunch on Thurs.) I wake up with fluids coming out of every orifice in my body. I am basically on my death bed. And I'm not going to make the G-D deadline!!!! Argh!

Thankfully, I have nice friends. And they rescued my application and turned it in. And brought me crackers and every flavor of Gatorade known to man.

So that is the story. And now, we wait.
Sunday, September 11, 2011

dog torture

I painted Lulu's toenails tonight.
She hates it.
I love it.
I win.

the Fair

I have been MIA for a while sorry! Not a whole lot to blog about... I got the stomach flu, turned in an application for Grad School (so will keep you updated when I know something), went to Camp again, went to Hayden again, cleaned my room (finally).

But last night, we went to the Fair! I LOVE the Fair. I wanted to ride some rides, no one else did. Boo.
But we did go watch the Rodeo! I can't believe I've never done that before! SO fun.

Curtis, our hero (rescued us from a dead bird - thank god we have him around)! and Krista came with us...
Also, the Weight-Watching took a break for a night... oops! Had to eat some yummy fair food! :)

Krista and I decided to brave the jail cell display - and we got sweet Junior Sheriff stickers as a reward! Woot!