Category Archives: Random Thoughts

Where are my fireworks?

Where are my fireworks?

So tomorrow is my  birthday and to be honest I’m not too excited for it, not dreading it, just not excited. Thanks to romantic comedies and teen movies I have visions of grand surprises, flowers and smiles.  Haven’t had them yet.  Every year I expect a grand gesture, not because I think I deserve it but because it seems like thats what everyone else gets.  Don’t get me wrong, I am so lucky that I have been alive and able to celebrate for 29 years.  My parents have always been there to turn around any  bad birthday even if I was a birthday brat when I was younger.  I know they will never forget my birthday and that is something I will always be grateful for.  This year is difficult because I have school stress, no income, a not so reliable car, no social life to speak of and I am working tomorrow.  In comparison to the random person off the street I probably have it pretty good.  I don’t go to bed hungry (heck, I have a bed), I can afford a cell phone and gas money, I have four legged confidants that always listen to my bellyaching and my parents who support my hopes, dreams and crazy schemes.

This entry isn’t to get pity birthday wishes or free Edible Arrangements and it’s not an insult to those who have been around on 9/16, it’s just an explanation of why I may not be giddy and beaming on the anniversary of my birth. So finally I made a conscious decision to not get my hopes up.  Unfortunately my subconscious, always seems to have other plans.  I know that tomorrow I will go to clinical and come home with  just enough energy for dinner and dessert and then I will tuck myself in and wake up in another “year.” I also know that deep down I will expect fireworks and roses around every corner because damnit, I DO deserve it!!

My 2nd day at school: A horror story

My 2nd day at school: A horror story

A funny thing happened on the way to my Associates…

I could write a whole long story outlining the events of today, but I will spare you my rambling prose and will give you the ADD version

1. We were told to show up to orientation at 8AM

-No one told us there would be breakfast

-No one told us we would get our badge pictures taken

-No one told us where to go AFTER orientation

2. We return to the classroom after lunch break to meet the librarian (for the 2nd time today)

-We think the librarian is late and she thinks that we are late, because neither of us were told where to go.

3. You can’t park on campus, or anywhere else for that matter, including the public streets surrounding the hospital

-We are required to park at the old Malden Hospital and take a shuttle to school.  My house to school is 1.7 miles, my house to Malden is 3.7. Did I mention that the school says they can ticket us for parking on neighborhood streets?  I find that funny since the streets don’t require resident permits and my taxes pay for them…I can’t wait until they ticket me for parking on a PUBLIC street.

4. If by chance we are caught parking on the premises, we need to move our car to Malden and pay $25.

-AND we need a written note from the shuttle driver saying we parked off site.  They are going to get much better than that from me.  My “written note” will be my mother (oh yeah, I ‘m playing the mommy to school card) attesting to the fact that I parked my car at my HOME, less than 2 miles away.

5. We needed to complete an anatomy review packet.  We were supposed to review it this afternoon

-The teacher didn’t have half of the sheets that we did and responded with “I’ll be damned.”

I couldn’t make this crap up!!!

My first day at school: A horror story

My first day at school: A horror story

A funny thing happened on the way to my Associates…

I could write a whole long story outlining the events of today, but I will spare you my rambling prose and will give you the ADD version

1. Schedule said to show up at 8

-No staff was there

-No one answered the door

-When we finally got in to the classroom, we were told we should have been there at 9

2. We were told to show up in our “uniforms” (navy scrubs, sneakers)

-The 3 of us who actually did were told that street clothes would have been fine

3. You would think that a hospital owned facility would have lockable bathrooms

-You would also be wrong.  We were instructed to always remember to slide the little sign on the door to “Occupied” and if possible, have a buddy stand outside

4. Being the only one with more than 2 years of community college under her belt, I tend to think I’m the smartest student there…seriously.

5.  Regis College orientation is tomorrow, the school has yet to send me any information about my Stats class

6.  On the schedule for the next 3 weeks there are items such as:

-”Meet with Librarian”-to teach us how to cite texts

-”Jeopardy”-”There won’t be questions about where Marco Polo traveled….like to the pool”

-Pot luck lunch

- ~6 hours on aseptic techniques (i.e. washing hands)

-We got a sneak preview: pull down paper towel, turn on water, wet hands, get hands soapy, sing the alphabet, use paper towel to dry, turn off water and pull door open.  Pretty sure I don’t need 5 hours and 59 more minutes of instruction

-How to make a skeleton out of gimp (NOT a real item, but since everything else seemed camp-like, I wouldn’t be surprised if something similar existed)

7. The professor/director forgot where he placed his radiation monitor, on two separate occasions….within an hour (it was on his collar).

8. Our first unit was on communication: there is a sender, a channel and a receiver. All are affected by noise (aka distraction). The End.

9.  We can’t wear perfume because the professor/director has emphysema

10. We learned the history of buffalo wings

11. Supposedly the program is drowning in grant money yet:

-We are in the basement of a nursing home.  Our classroom is right off of the hallway they use to remove the residents who “permanently check out.”

-The “lunch facilities” include the Lawrence Memorial Hospital Cafeteria and 2 vending machines in a different building

-The fake skeleton has no head

-We are located right under the activities room for the blue hairs.  Today must have been aerobics because Macarena was blasting! We were also warned that Tuesday is hair salon day so we will detect an odor of “permanent solutions.”

-Because we are in said nursing home, in order to get to our classroom you need to enter two codes on two different keypads in order to open one of the doors.  If you don’t close it in 15 seconds, an alarm sounds. To get out of the same door, you have to press two red buttons simultaneously.  I’m wondering if they had a problem with run away alzheimer’s patients or something….

12. 3 administration=3 professors

-professor/ clinical coordinator

-professor/ Director

-professor/ student services coordinator

None of the above were able to figure out how to turn the AC on.

13.  Everyone in the class agreed that everything being said is being made up on the fly and that if nothing else it would be “interesting.”

I’m going to wait a few weeks before I declare a bait and switch.  I was supposed to get training in radiography, but was fooled in to clown college or a cult.

 

When generations collide on facebook…

When generations collide on facebook…

Facebook can be described as many things.  It’s a social network, a giant party invitation, a worldwide photo album and an split-second way to share our feelings.  For my generation, and those to follow, FB has become an outlet for many (and sometimes, all) thoughts, feelings and experiences.  While we are safe in our own homes we are able to share things with those “friends” that we would never share face to face, both joyous and sad.  In a way, the internet has allowed us to show other aspects of our true selves that we would have kept well hidden if it were a few decades ago.  A user’s mentality must be “This is me, these are my feelings.  If you don’t like it, block me.”

But what happens when Generation Now clashes with Generation No-facebook?  Those generations that wrote in longhand and not txt spk, those who had party lines instead of mass e-mails, and those who were more guarded about presenting themselves to the world as opposed to posting every picture from “last night”? I’ll tell you what happens, nothing pleasant.  Things are misinterpreted and feelings are hurt because there is a disconnect.  I kind of think of it as two sides of a coin.  The “heads” and the “tails” have only known their side of the coin, they don’t understand where the other may be coming from, but they are serving the same purpose. [That last thought totally works in my head]  While the generation before me may use FB to reconnect with family and friends, my generation’s only way of connecting is through instant media.

What I realized tonight is that we ALL need to balance the two views of facebook and we should all wait a few breaths before typing something, no matter what the situation. Because the problem with reading words off of a screen is that you have no idea what the other person may be experiencing/thinking at any moment and the last thing you want to do is hurt one of your “friends” (as in FB friends, not a dis.  See what I mean about words on a screen?!)

Time to freak your freak

Time to freak your freak

Like many others my mind starts to go crazy when I want to go to sleep.  I could be asleep on my feet but once I turn out the light and get comfy, mental NASCAR starts.  But unlike NASCAR cars that only turn left, my thoughts go in all directions.

So here are some goodies from the past couple of nights…

When animals go swimming in cold water, do they pee?

Why do birds like to fly through sprinklers, but they don’t fly in the rain?

Does Donald Trump ever let his wife see him without his hair combed over?

Why do people spend years to become a judge?  Just be like Nancy Grace and get a TV show.

If education is priceless, why do I have tons of student loans but no job?

If a bear poops in the woods, and I step in it, will my mom hear me swear?

What is it about cupcakes that make them taste so much better than a piece of a big cake?

Why do kids on summer vacation find it necessary to clomp up and down the street in flip flops at 2 AM on a Thursday morning?

Would I burn off more calories if I went to the gym RIGHT after eating cheesecake or a few hours after?  Because I WILL eat cheesecake

If A+B=C and Train X leaves Philadelphia at 8:20AM, why the #$%@(* am I not asleep yet?!

Confucius say…He who eats crackers in bed get crummy sleep

Confucius say…He who eats crackers in bed get crummy sleep

My life hasn’t been thrilling lately, but I’m OK with that.  But despite a random tornado here and there, there hasn’t even been a good news story to throw my $.02 in for.  And a product of a non-thrilling life is TONS of time to observe life.  (Sounds deep, but not so much) Which brings me to my topic: something everyone does, everyone loves and no one gets enough of-sleep.

First things first, if a narcoleptic randomly falls asleep when they are supposed to be awake, why don’t they randomly wake up when they are supposed to be asleep?

Why can’t we remember our last thought before slumbering?  For example, if you count back from a hundred, you never remember what number you last thought of.  Of course to remember would imply consciousness which is the opposite of sleep, but c’mon.  I have fabulous ideas when I’m all snuggled in bed as a sheet burrito, the LAST thing I want to do is turn on the light, search for a pen, search for paper….what was my idea again?  All I know is that I have devised a world changing product more than once but I can never remember what it is.  It’s like my brain is an annoying 5 year old sticking out it’s tongue and saying “I’ve got a secret about you, but I’m not gonna tell you.”

For my next idea, I always get strange looks.  I would love to see how I sleep.  Sometimes I wake up and have NO idea how I wound up with my arm IN my pillow case and one leg off of the bed.  I have even thought of devising a hanging bracket that I could put my macbook in and use the isight camera to do a time lapse.  I refuse to be that nerdy.  But I also refuse to be sketchy enough to buy a night camera online.  That is soooo modern day stalker-chic.

So call it what you want: consciousness confusion, dreaming doubts or slumber scrutiny, it’s enough to confuse the Sandman

From Royal Wedding to Royal Pain…

From Royal Wedding to Royal Pain…

When the news of THE wedding first came out, I was excited.  The Pretty Pretty Princess in me couldn’t WAIT until April 29th.  The glitz, the prince, the gown, everything.  If you were born with 2 X chromosomes, the chances are excellent that you dreamed one day of being the Princess marrying her Prince.  I was born a year too late to have lived in a world with a royal wedding so this is my chance.  My mother, and most other people that were over the age of 5 at the time, speak of how they got up early for the “event.” When they describe their own experience with Di and Charles’ wedding you can see they travel back to that very early morning and you share what they feel.  I want that memory, that experience.  I want to drown in the diamonds, flowers and horse-drawn carriages.  I want to be breathless as a woman I will never meet becomes the bride I have always wanted to be.

Unfortunately for my generation, that’s not possible.  We are smothered with marketing, shameless promotions and updates that have done nothing but subtract from the royal wedding.  Perhaps we remember how the last fairy tale didn’t have a happy ending and we are cynical of this one.  Maybe, we have just come to see marriage as something more of an act than a commitment. It’s all very sad.  Instead of the American public being respectful of the enormity of this event for a country and for a people, we are chastised.  There are three types of people.  The very few who will be up in the wee hours of April 29th to have their own princess moment, there are those who will watch it when they can (maybe) and then there are those who react with disgust if you admit you are of the two other groups.  Why can’t we just realize that it isn’t everyday that an heir to the throne picks his princess from the masses?  That with such a bleak future for our children, we are throwing away the chance to give our kids the princess/prince fantasy to hold on to?  That maybe Wills and Kate don’t want any of this unbridled attention either, but it is something for their country to celebrate?

Is it really such a bad thing to lose yourself in the moment of something so intoxicating as a royal wedding?  For me, I remember the day Diana died.  I was in my room watching TV and crying.  The Princess was dead.  I’m sure Friday will bring a similar situation.  I’ll be in my room watching TV and crying.  Crying happy tears because a girl like me will marry her prince, ride off in a horse-drawn carriage and start her fairy tale.

I won’t be alone either. That little girl inside me, wearing her plastic Cinderella high heels and bejeweled tiara, will be watching in awe and dreaming that maybe one day her prince will come too!

Fenway Faithful

Fenway Faithful

It’s the day in Boston most people wait for.  They skip school, they call in sick to work, they will do anything to stand in the shadow of a monster on this day.  It’s Opening Day at home for the Red Sox.  The Fenway faithful will don their gear, add cash to their Charlie card and head in to Boston.  But today is a sad day.  Not because the Sox are 0 for 6, which is definitely disappointing, but it’s a Friday in Lent.  Those good Catholic Sox fans that will be in the vicinity of Pesky’s Pole, the Green Monster and Landsdowne St will have to walk past countless stands hawking meat for outrageous prices and those fans will have to say “No thank you fine sir, I will not empty my bank account to pay for your delicious pork products because I am a Friday vegetarian.”

That SUCKS for them.

I mean when your team is losing you want to eat greasy food and drink expensive beer and send all of your energy down on to the field.  In fact if you are Catholic and at Fenway you will leave MORE broke than usual because you will have to cough up ~$25 for a lobster roll.  I’m guessing that this Catholic fork in the road has existed before, I’m just slow to put the two together, but now that I have….I feel bad.  Of course, there is another way to look at it.

Fenway is a holy ground, you are faithful to your church and its servants, so technically having a Fenway Frank is just a method of receiving Communion.  Yeah, that’s a good way to look at it. Oooh and when you get beer poured on you, you are being annointed with the holy “liquid.”

So all of you Lenten devotees out there take comfort in the fact that you are doing your religious duty by honoring Thy Ortiz and Youklis when you step up to the counter and say “One Fenway Frank and a Bud Light please.”

AMEN HALLELUJAH

 

The wave of extinction of the wave

The wave of extinction of the wave

Rather than discussing the annoying habit of standing up and sitting down in response to peer pressure at sporting events, the “wave” I am discussing is the thank you/you’re welcome wave while driving.  A simple gesture, a flick of the wrist really, is all it takes to acknowledge that someone paused (taking time out of their day) to say “you seem to be in much more of a rush than me” or “you A$$hole, you were going to merge in anyway, but I’ll kill you with kindness.”  The driving wave, a term I shall patent and make millions of cents from, is a common courtesy that seems to be going the way of a has-been celebrity.  They were once everywhere, but now you only see them once in a while when you least expect it.  The rarest form is the “you’re welcome” wave.  In my opinion there are a few versions of this that are hard to explain in text form, but  I hope you get the idea.

There is the nonchalant version which is just raising the 4 fingers simultaneously while holding the top of the steering wheel with your thumb and replacing said fingers on the wheel.  It makes the act of letting someone in to traffic seem very cool in a standoffish kind of way.

There is the perky wave which is a quick back and forth motion of the wrist while all five fingers are spaced equally apart in a single plane.  It says “OMG thank you so much for letting me by/in, I <3 you and your driving manners.” This is usually performed by the female drivers.

There is the guy version.  Without exerting too much energy, raise one hand with fingers curled in to palm, quickly extend fingers (each one touching its neighbor) and thumb exposing palm and then swiftly move hand out of sight while turning head to look in the other direction. The guy wants to show thanks, but doesn’t want to make it all emotional by long eye contact.

There is the rare cell phone wave.  This is when the person is too cheap to get a handsfree set or just too important that they can’t save their call for when they are not operating a two ton killing vehicle.  They will acknowledge your measly gesture by continuing to hold the phone to their ear with their thumb and forefinger, extending the remaining digits in a form resembling the “OK” sign.  Because in their book, you are just OK to them.

There is another “you’re welcome” version that involves only one digit (not the thumb) which everyone is familiar with.  This applies to both genders.  It says “I truly respect your A+ driving skills! You are definitely number one and I really needed to tell you so.”

Since most Bostonians aren’t using their hands to turn on their blinkers, maybe we should think of using them to toss around a driving wave now and then.

 

Grammy $.02

Grammy $.02

The Grammy Awards are usually the only award show I can tolerate watching for a bunch of reasons:

  1. I know what the categories are (do we really need a Sound Mixer AND a Sound Editor?)
  2. There are no long-winded, artistic, political speeches
  3. The performances don’t involve interpretive dance that no one can interpret but the choreographer

So here are my thoughts on this year’s performances…

Aretha tribute: 5 strong singers all attempting to beat the range and volume of Ms. Franklin. Florence handled herself rather well. Christina remembered the words (SHOCKER). Jennifer Hudson basically gave a big F-U to Simon Cowell by her performance.  Martina McBride-ugly earrings, amazing dress and way to represent country.  Yolanda Adams looks amazing for almost 50!

Lady Gaga-While her entrance in a space age, irradiated egg was slightly on the nutty side, her performance was kind of awesome.  The dance/costumes actually went with the song.  The only thing I didn’t like was that Albino Cobra she had growing out of her head.  One more thing…thank goodness for pasties and latex staying where they were supposed to.

Miranda Lambert-Hate the dress but LOVE the song.

Bruno Mars, B.o.B, Janelle- Loved the Mars performance, even though his hair kind of hinted to where the performance was going to go. B.o.B. looked like a goofball. I had never heard Janelle sing before and she wasn’t bad but there were two things I didn’t get: her school marm outfit and why she crowd surfed.

Muse-Only the British can rock bedazzled blazers and a dual-neck guitar and not be completely ridiculed.  I know the point of the random rioters on the stage, but since they weren’t really visible and there were very few of them, it was useless.

Justin Bieber, Usher and Jaden Smith-The performance showed how many dancers you can afford as the years go by: Bieber=5, Usher=cast of thousands.  Can someone please explain the Asian theme? Usher’s pants and how he thinks he is MJ? Jaden…I heart your dad.

Mumford & Sons, Avett Bros, Bob Dylan-enjoyed Mumford, couldn’t stop staring at the lead singers hair of the brother band and was thankful that Bob Dylan’s mic didn’t work.

Lady Antebellum-::Snore::

Cee-Lo/Gwyneth Paltrow-Way to forget the words to your own song!  But love the Elton John meets Planet of the Apes costume.  Gwyneth should have considered walking and stairs when considering her footwear choice for the performance, but she rocked the black unitard (and the pink feather earrings)!  As odd as the puppets were….they were also kind of fabulous.

Katy Perry-Now I know where the Victoria’s Secret diamond bra went.  Loved the first song because it showed that she can actually sing and doesn’t need strategically placed cupcakes to perform.  I thought it was cute when she kept finding her hubby in the audience and singing to him.  (Kudos to the camera man who caught Nicole Kidman rocking out!)

Norah Jones, John Mayer, Keith Urban-Felt very coffee house-ish in a good way.  Norah looked beautiful, Keith looked exactly like he always does and John Mayer look like a stoned Captain Jack Sparrow. But, I liked it.

Eminem, Dre, Rhianna- Still hate Rhianna and her bleach stained dress. Eminem is amazing because you can understand him, you know he’s not lip synching (due to the pulsing vein in his forehead), and he actually tells a story. Dr. Dre hasn’t changed in the last 10 years.

And since I don’t give a flying fig about the rest of the performances, I’m signing off. Personally, I would have put Streisand and Jagger in the middle of the show so that their fans could go to bed at their normal time instead of nodding off in their easy chairs. Overall, what I saw I enjoyed, but part of me thinks that nothing will ever come close to Pink’s performance last year.