One Woman’s Weblog

The nursing school board was supposed to have met on Monday.  I was hoping to have news (good or bad) this week.  I found out this morning in my drug dosage calculation class that that meeting was cancelled and rescheduled for tomorrow.  Next week is spring break, and I’m not sure if the letters will be sent.  It may be a couple of weeks before I know if I got in or not.  *fingers and toes crossed*

Now that I’ve had some time and distance from the Kimber incident, I’ve had some interesting insight.  I honestly think she may be a lesbian and be attracted to me.  It sounds vain… but is actually a possibility.  She’s at least 20 years older than me, overweight, never married, lives with her mother and has no children.  It might explain my discomfort around her from the beginning, and her strange bi-polar way of attacking me then wanting to “be friends” and take me out.  Or she might just be unstable mentally.  Either way, my life has certainly become more comfortable since I’ve removed myself from the situation.

I picked up an extra class and it started last night.  Now I feel really run down and miserable today.  This morning I had my Drug Dosage Calculations class.  I personally think this is a very important class… but unfortunately I have a 67% posted for my last exam.  Luckily, everyone struggled with this one (it was taken online originally, and there are some strange inconsistencies) and the professor allowed us to retake a “hard copy” version of it after class today.  Any grade other than an “A” is bothersome to me, and I’m hoping I did much better on the retake.  I’ll let you know…. On the Kimbra front…. I ran into her the other night.  I walked out of a doorway and we crossed paths.  Almost literally face to face.  She tossed me a “hi”, and I said “hi” back and sailed on past.  I’m done seeking her approval.  I’m done pandering to people who treat me shabbily.  And I am absolutely done being anyone other than who I am.  I laugh loudly and sometimes snort, I get love to talk and when I’m buzzed the volume tends to go up, poop/pee/sex jokes are funny to me, I’m not a Christian and don’t want to be recruited into anyone’s church, I think gays should have all the rights I have, and I support a woman’s right to choose.  I don’t care if certain groups around here find me crude.  That’s their problem, not mine.

We had a family outing today.  Trekking through a couple of the Smithsonian museums.  My kids are getting older and older… and true time together as a family seems to lessen every year.  My feet are absolutely killing me… but it was SO worth it.  The teasing, joking around, laughter…. It seems every time I blink these kids are bigger.  It breaks my heart to think of them leaving me and going  out into the world.  And that’s not too far away.  *sigh*

My husband works.  Alot.  This is not always a bad thing as he’s very successful and well respected.  I admire his hard work and am very proud of him.  He makes a nice salary that has afforded me the opportunity to stay home with my children for the past 12 years, and he’s supporting me while I go to school.  That being said… sometimes I just want my husband home with me!  He was out of town Monday through Wednesday, and worked late Thursday (Valentine’s Day!).  I’d hoped we could have dinner together tonight, but…. he stayed late and the traffic is bad.  It’s probably wrong to feel cranky about it, but damn…. it’s lonely.