Xanax smoothie with a side of down comforter, please.

I am cranky and exhausted.

I thought it would be a fabulous idea to get a job. My new schedule is class 8-4 Monday and Thursday, clinical 6:30-3 Tuesday and Wednesday, work 6:45 p.m. to 7:15 a.m. Thursday and Friday. Fridays and part of Saturdays are used for sleep. Sunday is for studying. Probably not so coincidentally, school stopped being fun about the same time that I started working. I feel like I have absolutely no down time - every minute is spent either sleeping, eating, studying, or at work. I feel pulled in a million different directions and the only direction I actually want to go in is toward the couch. Plus, I feel like I'm quickly losing nursing school friends just because I've become "that girl who always says no." I'm sure this will be worth it in August, but for now I just feel overwhelmed.

This photo pretty much sums up how I feel about nursing school finals. (Exhibit A - Manifestation Man, Hypo- and Hypernatremia.) Fluid and electrolytes/musculoskeletal/sensory test tomorrow, pharm test Tuesday, and then, you can find me at 10:15 a.m. with some lovely future nurses, sipping a sparkling water and having my nails whipped back into shape. But for now - I'm wearing pajama pants, have crazy hair (not to be outdone by crazy eyes) and have become a shadow of my former self. And, last night I picked a fight with my husband. For no reason. I just. Want. This week. To be over. Not even over - I'd settle for Tuesday.

A rebirth

I think, that after a long and much-needed break from the blogging world, that I may come back. I've missed writing as an outlet. Much like when I first started blogging, I keep staring at the page and wondering what to write, and how I could possibly begin after being out for almost a year. I think, much like when I first started blogging, I'm just going to have to start by typing something.

So hi.

I'm back.

I think...

This was one of the best Thanksgivings ever. Yay, friends! Yay, great food! Yay, going to sleep off a turkey-induced coma! G'night!

Random notes from Thanksgiving preparation

-We pick up The Bird from Baby Blues BBQ in Venice tomorrow. Oh, deep-fried turkey that I do not have to deep fry, how I love you so.

-Whole Foods is insane the night before Thanksgiving.

-The plastic flamingo in our front garden is wearing a turkey costume.

-Every nook and cranny of our house is shiny-clean, and the entire place smells like a combo of lemon and cinnamon. It's cozy.

-Tomorrow we embark on a pie-making, green-bean casserole concocting, potato-mashing journey. Dinner is at 4. Wish us luck.

My husband is good at surprises.

This is what greeted me when I walked out the front door on the morning of my birthday:


Yes, that IS a bright, shiny Trek hybrid. Rock! Or should I say roll?

Why I love Los Angeles, Part I

This morning we went to free yoga in the park. I would like to point out that it's November, and I was definitely barefoot, wearing a tank top...and sweating. I love Los Angeles.
(Photo credit salomon888)