Today was a good hair day. And a good boob day. You know how it's hard to have one of those, let alone a day where both are good? Today I had both.
Apparently I've been driving on a suspended license for about six months. So that's fun.
If one of your top favorite apostles were coming to your area and was giving a devotional for *married* couples, would you sneak in despite your single status?
Last weekend these kids in my ward got married. He's 31 with Aspergers. She's 20 with a history of abusive relationships. They'd known each other for five weeks.
On the way to this wedding I was in the back seat of a friend's car. She went too fast at a corner and we ended up in a three foot ditch. I walked out of there perfectly fine.
Because of the accident, we missed the actual marriage ceremony, where her vows were apparently "I will never ever leave your side, ever" and he said in response "I will never sign divorce papers." How did I miss that magical moment?
This semester in school we're doing rotations in pediatrics, psych, and the best specialty in the world: obstetrics.
At work I'm getting a little nervous over how much I enjoy being on the orthopedic floors. I have one job: become a labor and delivery nurse. End of story.
I took the day off of work yesterday so Emily and I could go on an adventure. And of course, we got our first snow since Halloween. So we had donuts, went to the library, and studied.
I'm having a hard time coming up with goals for this year. I would love to hear your ideas of goals that I should make for myself. Like, where do you think that I could really improve? I want this year to be more meaningful. I don't want to simply write down that I'll learn how to roast a chicken. I want to make goals that will better me and bring me more in line with the woman that I hope to be.
I watched Boyhood. I died, I loved it so much. It's simple and real and honest. And a world that I was never privy to.
A few weeks ago I was set apart as the ward YSA representative. In the blessing I was told what a huge responsibility it was, as I was to bring these people back to Christ. Now every time I look at the list of 94 names I have a slight panic attack. I've only met about ten of them.
Today at church was the Young Women in Excellence day. That was a thing! Sacrament meeting was devoted solely to the young women. They gave the talks and the prayers and had a musical number. After church they hosted a linger longer type thing with dinner and around the room were posters about each of the girls. All the feminist feelings surged through my body.
In case you are confused by this (as most everyone is): I am in school to get my bachelor's in nursing. Just straight up nursing. In order to be a midwife I have to get a master's degree, but you need a bachelor's in nursing before you can go for that. So I'll graduate in December with another bachelor's degree and then go into a master's program either that following fall or the fall after.
Today at church we sang "Each Life that Touches ours for Good" which made me cry. First, it makes me think of Rochelle. But also, we sang it as the closing song in Relief Society my last Sunday in Provo. It led to Marie and I awkwardly crying in the back row as we hugged each other. Guys, I haven't said this enough recently, but I love Marie. I don't think I've ever had a more supportive, loving, and constant friend. She knows me better than anyone and somehow she still finds a little corner of her heart to love me, even when I'm a horrible person and say terrible things to her out of anger, jealousy, and fear.
Lastly, I have some flowers on my nightstand with a card that reads "b*tches get stuff done." Nothing has made me laugh that hard in a long time. But since then, I had the following texting conversation with Emily and it came pretty close:
E: Let's go jump in the river.
J: What the freak. Are you under the influence of something?
J: Or are you suicidal?
J: Would we be naked?
E: Ahaha I wasn't planning on being naked. Or committing suicide. I just went for the longest run and it feels amazing outside!
J: ...I'm at church. Until 3:30. Aren't there icebergs in the river?
J: I think I forgot to put deodorant on in one of my armpits.
E: What could you have possibly been doing between applying deodorant to one arm and the other
J: Who knows.
Lastly, I checked out the book "Jesus Feminist" from the public library. And also a book on LDS polygamous wives and their writings. Not as exciting, but still.
Really, though, what goals would you make for me this year?
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