Carrots and Closets...

Many, many (breathe and sigh) many moons ago, it was lunchtime at preschool. Jess took out her cache of baby carrots, Cheez-Its, pieces of cheese, probably raisins, and juice. Her teacher commented on its wonderful color and uniqueness. Now one may question why this story has left such an indelible mark in Mom's mind ? Mom will tell you. Suffice it to say that we clearly needed bread to make the usual fare of pb&j or some other sought after sandwich. For some unremembered reason, though I am sure it stems from too-much-to-do-not-enough-time-to-do-it-no-bread-no-big-deal theory, coupled with packing up two little girls at their appointed bedtime because there was no available sitter and, as I told Jess, "Mom can't leave two little girls safe by locking them in an upstairs room", Mom decided to get creative and render a wonderfully colorful and unique nosh.

As it is said, life is all a matter of perspective.

Jess' response to her teacher? "We have no food and Mom said she would lock us in a closet if we asked for any."

...and they still let me take her home.

It Is Good...

Same Kind of Different as Me: A Modern-Day Slave, an International Art Dealer, and the Unlikely Woman Who Bound Them Together by Ron Hall

My review

rating: 5 of 5 stars
I haven't been this touched by a book since I Know This Much Is True by Wally Lamb, and by this I mean I kept looking to see how many pages were left because I just didn't want the story to come to an end. I initially picked up the book off of my bureau to merely scan the cover excerpts and by Page 3 I was hooked. In parts, I laughed out loud, cried out loud and even scoffed out loud at some of Mr. Hall's "name" dropping, but I never put it down. This is a book about faith and friendship and choosing to believe in some part of all of those around us - good, bad and not-so-sure. Though I struggle with the ideas of divination and after-death visitations (the concrete side of my personality is still working on this) - I believe Denver, no struggle at all.

Luck Is Where Preparation Meets Opportunity...

A year ago, I attended an information session at a nearby community college to gain an understanding of their RN program. Having recently crashed and burned in my attempt at a career change, I was leery, but open-minded. Besides, my personality requires focused goals to keep going and this seemed as good a focal point as any at the time.

Between May of last year and December, while returning to the work I loved and that which sustained me for the last twenty years, I whole-heartedly dove into studying Life Span Psychology, Anatomy I, Anatomy II and Microbiology. Along the way I made some terrific academic success, connected with talented and passionate professors, and met incredible students ranging in age from "I could be your Mom" to "Wow...I'm not the oldest person in here."

Today, I opened my acceptance letter to the RN program commencing this September. I still have yet to tell my girls or my parents, and Vooch is none too pleased, but I am...Oh Yes I Am !