Makes me miss the mountains I grew up in. Beautiful picture.
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4/24/2011
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I’ve worked as office manager for years and years. Aaaand… it’s killing me slowly.
I thought for a long time that I wanted to be a nurse and a big majority still wants to but now I feel so conflicted I don’t know what to do.
I want to be a nurse because I think it would be a fulfilling career that I could be proud of. I’d be able to help people, have job security and never worry about the gypsy in me being eager to move again without a job waiting for me. It wouldn’t take long to become a nurse and that’s a bonus because I don’t want to be in school for the next 8 years and just be starting on the life-long career at nearly 40. Yikes. I know I’d technically be 34 but still….
Then again, I see something as tantalizing as neuropsychology or even just psychology in general and it makes me want to go to school for that. I thought maybe I could study nursing until I got licensed and then practice while going back to school for the psychology thing but I’m not entirely sure that would work. Psychology is a lot of work and demands a good chuck of time to study it.
Enter the proverbial rock and a hard place because that’s where I’m stuck and am chewing off my arm to escape.
Maybe the logical decision is to set off on the course to be a nurse. They require classes in psychology. I can see if I like it or not and go from there.
Or maybe I just need to meet people who are in their 30’s and just starting their careers. I have this insatiable need to fit in with others. Then again, with the economy the way it is, I know people are going back to school at all ages to get one of the few jobs available. I should take solace in this and pursue what I want. It’s hard taking the leap. Fun and yet scary. Oy vey.
4/23/2011
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4/23/2011
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The Svalbard Global Seed Vault is a secure seedbank located on the Norwegian island of Spitsbergen near the town of Longyearbyen in the remote Arctic Svalbard archipelago, about 1,300 kilometres (810 mi) from the North Pole.
The facility preserves a wide variety of plant seeds in an underground cavern. The seeds are duplicate samples, or “spare” copies, of seeds held in genebanks worldwide. The seed vault will provide insurance against the loss of seeds in genebanks, as well as a refuge for seeds in the case of large scale regional or global crises.
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4/23/2011
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Halloween is my favorite holiday. I know it’s Easter time, but give me a break. I’m not Christian and my idea requires time. Lots of it!
I got the idea to make a hand table. The twist is that it’s partially skeletal. I’m in the process of drawing it now so that I can mold it later. I’m really excited for it and my brother thinks it’s bad ass. To have his approval means everything to me. I grew up a girly girl and he’s always been into the extremely graphic things. I didn’t think it would get any of his attention but he’s already asked to see the picture at least three times. Here’s hoping I don’t disappoint!
Then, I had an idea for what happened to the rest of the body, LOL.
The guy was attacked by zombies. The zombies ripped into the torso to get to the yumminess inside. There are bones of the ribs broken off and the rest are pulled out and can be used as a coat hanger.
People don’t just lay back and let zombies attack them so they fight. This guy’s other arm was partially destroyed and has claw-like fingers as he tried to free himself. The fingers can be used as a hat/scarf holder.
Now, a person who’s bitten by a zombie usually becomes a zombie themselves and there’s only one way to kill a zombie. Another person shot him in the head with a pretty big gun. He was shot in such a way that the back of the skull became reformed in the back in a way that would permit you to put salsa in there. What do zombies like to eat? Braaaaaains. So, a hungry zombie ripped his head off and ate his brain, leaving a cool bowl for chips.
4/23/2011
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I started writing a very long winded post concerning people attempting to proselytize me but then I realized that it really wouldn’t matter. The people attempting to change me would probably never read this and the chances of this being re-blogged are slim to none and that’s okay.
On this day before Easter, I am getting drunk to dull the pain of the insults I have taken on because I am not Christian.
I want people to stop trying to change me. To stop insulting me, my intelligence and my soul. It’s uncalled for and gives Christians in general a bad reputation in my mind. It’s no way to get people to convert either. I have never tried to change the spiritual mind of another as fervently as the people who attacked me have.
Be kind and good, this is all I ask.
Happy Easter to those who celebrate. To those who don’t, I hope people don’t hurt you for your difference in beliefs.
