Bring on the Cold.

Is anyone else tired of the 80 degree weather?
For reals.  

I'm ready for sweats, jackets, hoodies.

I'm ready for boots and uggs.

I'm ready for hot chocolate and snuggles.

Hot weather makes me tired.

...and sweaty.

...and grumpy.

Plus, tanktops and shorts means I have to be skinny and shave my legs.
Sweaters and boots hide all that.   

Can it just be cold already, please?

Kthanksbye.

Bliss.

Woops.  Forgot to post yesterday.

Definitely a thumbs up day.
..still smiling about if 12 hours later.   

Not ready to talk about it yet.
Maybe later.
Toodles.

Jesus, from a Hippie Point of View.

Was studying at Starbucks today amongst a couple of hippies.

(Hippies = long hair/dreads, plain colored T-shirt, and some sort of tree-hugger look.)

These gentleman had a very deep conversation for a good 2 hours about Jesus, and their role in this world.  Pretty inspiring stuff, and super distracting from Pathophysiology.  

I couldn't help but giggle at the things that I heard.

"Dude, what is the role here on earth? To follow Jesus, that's it.  There is no other role I want to be a part of.  Do you know your great grandparents? Do you know their name? No. Because it doesn't matter who people are.  Jesus is what matters, that's all.  When I die, I don't want people to say that I was a successful business man.  I want people to say that I was a follower of Christ."

Amen, sir.

Amen.

Update.

Update on my Grog:

I already feel much better.  I think I needed some sleep, and boy on boy have I gotten it.  I took naps and I slept in and I feel all caught up again.  
Thank goodness.

I still feel pudgy, but not enough to do anything about it.
Running? No thanks.  

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going to study my life away.
Learning about anemias and almost positive I'm bleeding internally, thanks to all the signs and symptoms I'm learning.

Morning Blues.

Holy BALLLLLLS.
Why do I continue to schedule myself for the morning shift?

0500 and 0600 are not happy times for me.

Definitely not.

Anonymous.

I allowed anonymous users to comment again, per Mom's request.
First day I allowed it to happen, I got a mean anonymous comment.

So, I blocked the anonymous comments, again.
Sorry mom.  Guess you'll have to leave comments via post it notes on our computer desk.

Damage Control.

The past week or two I've been in this ridiculous rut.
It's odd and it's different and I definitely don't like it.

I'm never one to be sad or depressed,
and if I am, it only lasts a day and can be cured by a nap.

This time it's lasted much longer,
which worries me.

So, I've decided to do some damage control.

• I've deleted my facebook because it clouds my mind and consumes way too much of my time.  Plus, it's getting boring.



• I've decided to go on a 40 days and 40 nights fast from alcohol. 
  Alcohol is a depressor, not a boost.
    
• Also, I'm really encouraging myself to pray nightly.  I used to be really great at this, but it hasn't happened for a while.  Prayer helps me remember what is important, and encourages me to remember what I'm thankful for.  

So, there you have it.
My game plan to beat this funk.

Wish me luck,
I'll keep you posted.

P.S.  Welcome, friends from facebook.  This is blog land.  
Much more enjoyable than FB.

Big FAT Drama Queen. Emphasis on the FAT.

How is this for a drama queen:
I called my friend 20 minutes before she was coming to pick me up and told her I couldn't go to Brad Paisley anymore, because I was fat and my hair was ugly.

So, now someone else took my ticket
and I'm home blogging while eating potato chips.

Can you imagine what life will be like
if/when I become pregnant?

The New Do.

Check me out.
Little blog makeover.

'cept I cheated, kinda, and used an old header.

I just don't have any good new pictures.
So zip your lips.

20ish Months Later.

Travel back in time,
to the yester-years.

Josh and I broke up in April, 2009.  I spent a good chunk of time being oober sad and did a lot of crying.  I remember having to fall asleep to my iPod while watching "The Holiday", because that was the only movie that made me feel okay about breaking up.  I remember texting him on nights that were too hard.  I remember him driving over to see me, when I couldn't sleep.  I remember trying to make things work and breaking up, again and again and again.  

May 2010 rolls around, we go to Mexico together, just he and I.  Since then, I haven't talked to him. I still have days where I miss him like crazy.  My heart still hurts and I still have a difficult time dating.  But, it's obvious things wouldn't have worked out and, slowly, I'm realizing this.  

May 2009 I wrote this in my diary: 
"It's been almost a month since Josh and I broke up and I feel SO much happier now.  More like myself.  I can do what I want, say what I want, go where I want, be who I want and I love it.  I miss having him around, because he is such a great guy, but I don't miss fighting and the worry that came along with our relationship.  I feel really great about where my life is headed and I'm excited for the next chapter."

The end of May 2009 I enrolled in a CNA course.  I decided on a major and I was sticking to it.  I was loving what I was learning, I was excited about nursing.  It made sense and it made my heart happy.  Helping people is what I was good at, and what I wanted.  Why haven't I thought of this before? 

Summer 2009 I went to Bear Lake with some friends where I met Sean.   Sean made me giddy and he was refreshing.  He had all the qualities I was looking for in a guy.  He was smart, successful, strong, sweet.  He opened my door, he paid for my meals, he held me during the night.  He called me just because, he sent me flowers.  My parents loved him, my friends loved him.  I loved him.   But, I was afraid and I got scared and I pushed him away.  We dated for 4 months, then I ended things.  He wanted something I couldn't give him.  He was ready to settle down, start a family, live together.  I was fresh out of relationship, going to school, hoping to become a Nurse.   Our lives didn't match up, and I wasn't ready. 

We broke up September 2009 and I was single, again.  I hadn't been truly single since I was 17.  My longest "single" span was 3 months.  I needed to be single.  I needed to breathe, to be me, to figure out my life.  I needed some fresh air, some Callie time.  So, I vowed to myself  no more relationships. 

This time 2009, I was working at an assisted living.  I was spending a lot of time with my co-workers and I was going to school, studying Physiology.  I was hopeful about Nursing, but also very discouraged.  I had a low GPA, several classes ahead of me, and a chip on my shoulder.  I was learning who I was, what I wanted, where my life was headed. 

Fast forward 20ish months:
I'm working at my dream job.   I plan to be here the rest of my career.  I've set up my 401k in hopes of never leaving this company.   I have my CNA license and have been accepted into the nursing program.  I'm well on my way to accomplishing all my dreams. I am proud of myself.  Proud of the things I've accomplished.  Proud of where my life is headed.   

I can't believe all that's happened.
I can't believe all I've accomplished.
I can't believe how well things have worked out.

Constantly I wonder what would happen if. 
If I stayed with Josh, would we be married? Would I be happy? If I stayed with Sean, would I live in Bear Lake? Would I be the one pregnant instead of Chloe? If I wasn't single, would I still be accepted into the Nursing program? Would my grades be as great as they are now?  If I hadn't met with a career counselor, would I have picked Nursing as my major? Would I be successful?

It's amazing how things happen, how they work themselves out.

Sometimes, things seem crazy. 
Sometimes I feel like I will never get where I want to be.

But now, I'm there.    I've made it. 
I'm well on my way to accomplishing everything I've wanted.

I'm a Nursing student.
I couldn't be more happy.
And that, is success.

Making Plans.

I have this blog in mind, that replays over and over and over in my head.   And will continue to play over and over and over in my head, until I actually blog it.  

It's basically this post about the change my life has been in the past year and a half, and as soon as I find the mojo to blog again, it's going to be a doozy.

Don't miss it.

Until then,
I'll continue to be lame.

How Upsetting.

Ohhh, blog land.

Miss you.

...and lost a follower today.

What a sad, sad, sad day.

Love, Lust and Disgust.

"Some women choose to follow men, and other choose to follow their dreams. If you're wondering which way to go, remember that your career will never wake up and tell you that it doesn't love you anymore."

- Lady Gaga

Remember this, Callie.

"Happiness can be found, even in the darkest of times.  If only one remembers to turn on the light." 
---Quoted by Just Add Kaleena,
who quoted Albus Dumbledore.

Naaaaaa SAVENIA!

Lion King. 

AMAZING.

Ohhhh, man.

SO amazing.

Thanks for taking me, Granny Goose.
You are an excellent date.

Sister Wives.

Sister Wives on TLC.   
Uhhhh, I must DVR this.  EVERY. SINGLE. EPISODE.  

Eeeek.

Thank you, Mindi, for introducing me.  

Sleepy Callie.

It's weird to me how my body feels after I've slept, and how it knows how to re-charge and re-group.   It's also weird to me when I haven't slept, and I feel run down and feel like I want to lay my head down on any flat surface near by.

P.S. This isn't a physiological topic.
This is just me rambling at 0745 after I've had 2 hours of sleep.

Word Lust.

Estelle,
Why can I not find you on facebook?

Decorating 101.

I need your help.

How do I get my bed to look like this?

Big. Fluffy. Pretty. 

Heavenly.

Is there a place to buy everything all at once, without having to find pillows that match the comforter?  Can I just buy the entire set somewhere?

Help me.

Case of the Stress Monster.

Feeling stressed?
Do this.

Unless you're my sister, who likes to do things like kick boxing and running to de-stress.   This would definitely not be helpful for her.