I don’t have anything to update you on really. We’re in Louisville today after spending Friday night and all day Saturday in Madisonville with my best friend Megan and her husband and Neil’s best friend Bryan. Her parents were hosting their annual fall party and Neil and I have been every year since we met them. Traditions are what I live for

Megan and I took part in Louisville’s Breast Cancer Walk this afternoon and it was really refreshing. We walked 5 miles with several thousand other people in downtown Louisville so needless to say it was a tight walk. We’re planning on leaving for Murray sometime this evening. I’d love to stay longer but Neil has class tomorrow morning and I have to work. Soon though we will live in Eddyville and Megan and Bryan will live in Madisonville. That’s shortening our current distance of 3.5 hours to 45 mins. We’re all really excited for that.

This week is going to be rather slow for me. Usually I have ten other things I have to do other than work and this week, nadda. I’m not complaining though. That just means I can watch more Gilmore girls and clean the house. Oh, the life of a housewife!

I haven’t really blogged in a while and I have a couple of things on my mind so Imma talk about some of that now.

Ever since classes ended I have been going pretty much full speed ahead with …everything. This is the first summer I’m not taking a class or classes and I think that helps a lot. Besides knowing that, however, you wouldn’t be able to tell that I have freed something from my schedule. I’m working 32 hours a week. I asked for the schedule and they gave it to me. I work 2:30PM-11:00PM Tuesday through Friday. So far I like it a lot. Four days, I feel, is just the right amount of days to work in a row. In the semester I would do 5 days in a row every other week and it would just about kill me. Also, working consecutive days helps me keep up with everything that goes on around there. Oh yea, and I can’t forget that fact that I have a three day weekend, EVERY WEEKEND.

So far every Saturday Neil and I have spent in our hometown, Paducah, just hanging out with family. Last weekend one of our high school friends got married so we went to that and then spent the rest of the night at Neil’s house playing games with his family. It was really nice. These days it’s hard spend quality time with anyone. Sometimes I forget how much I love being apart of not just my family but his also.

Sundays are always spent on the lake with my family. My parent’s lake house is 90% completed and should be 100% complete in one to two weeks which will be great because our annual Fourth of July party can be held there. But until then we have been grilling on the outside grill on the back porch (that’s already finished), lounging around in the rocking chairs, and of course enjoying tons of boat rides. The water has been too cold lately to swim in the lake but should be warming up enough for us to swim this coming weekend.

Mondays were originally planned to also be lake days but just for me and my friends. That has yet to happen because all of my friends are just as busy as I have been. Which is actually a blessing in disguise because of my web design business. That’s about the only thing I’ve been keeping you all updated on as of late. Sorry about that. It’s really the only thing that I’m focusing on these days. I mean, there are about a millions things I’m worrying about, but nothing that really calls for focus.

You may remember that back in May I applied for a nursing program that only depended on a test, which I scored 96% on so I was pretty much good to go. Right before out Disney vacation I found out that a class or two of mine might not transfer. Any and every university student knows what I’m talking about. At my current university I took Anatomy like 2 years ago and then this past semester I took Physiology. At my (hopefully) new university they require, as a prerequisite for the nursing program, that you have Anatomy & Physiology I (or A&P I) and then once you’re in the program you take A&P II. Also you must have at least a C in all math, science, and nursing classes to go on in the program. Everything sounds fine though right? because I received a B in both classes. Well, new university knows my Anatomy grade because it was on the transcript I sent them and they know I had taken Physiology this past semester (Spring 09) but they don’t know my grade in Physiology because everything had to be turned into them before we received our Spring semester grades.

I’ve called about it and they assure me that my Anatomy is their A&P I but no one was certain. Ever since then I’ve been stressed out to the max about it. I’ll be SO PISSED if that’s what stops me from getting into the program. Like, you have no idea. After I got my test score I told practically everyone I was moving to Clarksville and going to Hopkinsville for nursing. Everyone except my work because I didn’t want to give my two weeks before actually giving my two weeks. Ya dig? And you all know I’ve already starting looking at houses because if we move to Clarksville we’ll be there 4-6 years and Neil and I aren’t comfortable throwing money away like that for rent. Some people are alright with that, I’m not. If, for some reason, we don’t find a house in time we will rent but that’s our last resort.

So I’ve been stressing about this since I found out May 9th but it didn’t really hit me until yesterday when I realized that they mailed out the accepted/not accepted letters on Monday the 15th. I was so nervous walking to the mailbox, I thought I was going to throw up. But when I opened it all my food from the past two days recessed back into my stomach and intestines. The letter wasn’t there. Hopkinsville is only an hour and a half away so I estimated it’d take a day or two. OK, I thought, tomorrow then. I was fine for the rest of the day. That was until I was getting ready for bed last night and I started thinking about it again. OMG, tomorrow I will find out my fate. I know it sounds stupid but that’s really what I was saying over and over in my head. I do this sometimes — syke myself out. Usually over something silly like riding a new roller coaster. You know that feeling in your stomach?

Last night, after going to sleep at 1:30AM ish, I woke up every hour, almost on the hour. No joke. I finally just got up at around 7AM and started cleaning the house. That’s what I do when I’m nervous. Clean and write incredibly long blog entries. You can thank me later.

On any other day the mail comes around noon but today, I thought, the universe wanted to give me a break. While working on our newly empty apartment unit Neil saw the mail truck drop our mail into its box — at 10:45AM. He ran over, knowing my stomach was about to empty itself at any moment, to tell me.

Neil: The mail’s here!
Me: What?!? Oh my God !!!!!!! Why didn’t you tell me!?!
Neil: Um, I just did. Do you want me to go check for it? …Can you walk?
Me: Of course I can walk! Move!

I shoved him out of the way and literally ran to the mailbox. Sheesh why does our mailbox have to be 10,000 yards away from our front door? Seriously. It felt like it took 20 minutes when in reality it took about 4 seconds. I took a deep breath and thought about saying a quick prayer but decided not to. Really though. Would a quick prayer or a well wishing thought do any good? It’s not like if it was a rejection letter it would magically turn into an acceptance letter. No. I took another breath and opened the mailbox. Only one letter lay in the box. One. And it was in a while envelope. Aren’t they all? OMG this is it. The envelope was facing down so I couldn’t see from whom it was and of course that gave me another moment or 13 to freak myself out again. I turned to envelope over and revealed the sender. Southern Living magazine. You have got to be fucking kidding me

Usually when it’s junk mail I walk, WALK, over to my big outside trash container and tear it up before throwing it away. The envelope was unrecognizable before I had made two steps. I WAS PISSED!!! Still am. How pissed, you ask? Pissed enough to call the new university and ask if they really did send out the letters Monday. Yes, they really did. Pissed enough to call my post office here in Murray and ask if, for some reason, there might be any mail there for me that maybe didn’t make it to the office in time to go out in today’s mail. No, there wasn’t. Post office lady said it could take two days. I told her it was sent out Monday morning from Hopkinsville. She said, ok I can take three days. How convenient.

So I made myself sick yesterday morning. Then again last night, all night. And then I was sick this morning. Now the universe is shitting on me, telling me I’m going to have yet another sleepless night and another morning of “OMG, where’s the trashcan?!” This much stress can’t be good for a person. I digress.

This weekend should be good though. Saturday, IF I make it into the nursing program, my best friend is coming down from Louisville to go house hunting with me and Sunday is father’s day, where we’ll spend the whole time on the lake. Now I’m off to complete day two of four of this week’s work schedule. If you feel like thinking about me, let me know via comments. They are actually the only thing that can turn a rejection letter into an acceptance letter, don’t cha know.

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Megan and Bryan, my and Neil’s best friends who live in Louisville, were in town during spring break. One day Megan and I went to the hospital because our friend had her baby the day before and I am not one to pass up seeing a new born. Or an opportunity to take pictures!

Notice that I could only get one (or two) views of the baby. That’s because baby was sleeping and being a new mom, she wouldn’t wake her. So she wouldn’t pick her up. So, I couldn’t get anything more than face cute, chubby face. Which is almost enough for me. Almost.

And of course I couldn’t not take pictures of some of the flowers in the room- that’s probably my favorite thing to photograph…other than my puppies.

Melissa, the mom, said something about hiring me for the baby portraits. How cool would that be? I would accept in two seconds flat. Or less. Only problem: I don’t know how much to charge.

I’m not a professional, nor have I been educated in photography so I can’t expect much but I’m not about to waste my time. Although, I would like to get something official in my portfolio. What do you guys think?