loan-ception.

watch this and maybe you'll understand...well, not the youtube, but the actual movie.  the youtube makes no sense whatsoever.

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today is the day i paid off my credit card!  granted, i paid them off with a loan - with which i am also paying my car loan... (notice the proper grammatical usage)

it's all in the name of credit, you see.


today is also the day i have discovered the very reason for my unhappiness!  kind of.  ok, that was yesterday, but it's all sinking in today.  anyways.  i know what to do, and life is good.

the end.

world's worst recycler

i watched a movie and discovered a band.  a beautiful band.  they're sort of melancholy and perfect for fall.  (you may not want to watch too carefully if you are prone to carsickness...)

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as of this week, i am the world's worst recycler.  but it's only because i had an exam.  which i got an A on.

recycling is good and pure and upstanding.  but not when you don't wash out the recycling before it gets recycled.

but i was really busy! ok??

anyways.  i'm sorry.  and i vow to eat healthy and clean my apartment and recycle like a real human being from now on.

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on a separate and sort of related note, it's almost fall here.  today it only got up to 77*.  chil.  ly.  i like to drive around with my air conditioner on really high and pretend that it's a wyoming fall (aka 40 degrees) instead of a texas fall (what's fall?). 

what real fall should look like (even though i always complain that it's fall and i wish it was still summer.  at least if it's going to be fall it should look right...)

cysts and table manners.

i forgot how much i loooovve this song

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i have a cyst.  on my wrist.  a ganglion cyst, in fact.  because there are other types of cysts.  like ovarian cysts (which are not usually on the wrist), and sebaceous cysts (which are also not on the wrist, as they are in the small glands of the skin), and pancreatic cysts (again...).

and it has been hurting.  

and because i have recently purchased a pack of yoga sessions, i wanted to do something about it so that i could do yoga without Agonizing Pain in my wrist.  

so i went to the doctor today to have someone look at it.  and suddenly, before i even knew what was happening, we (because i agreed to it) were poking holes in my cystic pocket (a claire-style nursing term) and filling it full of steroids.  

and now it hurts.  

which brings us to the real story.  

tonight, after all the steroids, i was eating pasta with some chicken, which needed to be cut.  my wrist was feeling a little sensitive and sad, and hurt to move.  so i was wondering if i could maybe do it all with my left hand so i could baby my cystic hand.  and it reminded me of when i was in denmark learning table manners.

neils (my denmark tour guide, and distant family) was telling me that he could spot an america from 10 miles away because they cut their food right handed, and then they waste a lot of time and energy switching the fork to their right hand to eat their food.  this is also not appropriate table manners.  so i asked him what americans should be doing.  he told me that you hold the knife in the right hand and the fork in the left, and you just always keep them in their separate hands.  no switching.  it's hard, but your left hand will get used to it.  i was almost convinced, but not quite.  so i asked him "what about when you have pasta?  no cutting, and it is too technical for your left hand to handle!"  

i thought i cracked him.  but no. 

his reply:  "i just don't eat pasta."

this is neils and mereta.

summer break. ish.

for my 6 day summer break, arley came to visit.  we got sushi (totally texas, eh?), went to a rodeo, floated the river, went up the "tower of the americas," watched a 4-d movie (where i was screaming the whole time and arley was super duper embarrassed) went to the alamo, went to the beach (port aransas, near corpus christi), ate barbacoa, thought about going hiking, and watched a lot of movies.  i forgot that arley is a movie watcher!

it was really great.

when i first left for texas, i was so nervous, because everyone knows that long distance things don't work out.  and then we figured it out.  and then i was nervous, because what if we only knew how to have a long distance thing?!  but it all worked out.  we were only awkward and weird and shy for about 10 minutes.  or 20...

and everywhere we went, i forgot my camera.

here is the evidence that arley was ever here:

leaving port aransas.  we saw sea turtles and dolphins!

after the trauma of a 4-d movie

waiting to ride the squeaky, rusty elevator a billion feet up in the tower of the americas.  arley is doing his movie star face, i think.  i'm just trying to be supportive.

the miracle of life!

i have witnessed the miracle of life.  in fact, i witnessed it for 3 hours...!

i am in OB clinical and i got to see a baby get born!  and it was amazing and surreal and anticlimactic all at the same time.  after all, the girl, well, lady (woman?)...the deliverer just wanted a cheeseburger.

i did tear up though at the end, i have to admit.  and i got to inject a brand new baby with vitamin k, and give its eyes some goo and put its hat on.

while i was putting the baby's hat on, the instructor said, "you have kids don't you!" and when i looked at her like she was crazy:  "oh.  well you're good at that..."
sometimes i forget that i'm now at an age where it would not be insane insanity to be able to say i have babies.

anyways.  back to the miracle of life.  i was impressed.  i have even talked to a few midwifes (midwives?).  a potential career, perhaps?