Jessica's garden is in bloom. 3 years later, here's what it looks like
Tuesday, June 22, 2010
Monday, June 14, 2010
need some feedback...
I know many of you are actual writers and I am not.
I am in the process of writing drafts for my nursing application 'goal statement' and need some feedback.
So if you don't mind reading my story and giving me feedback, send me your email address and I'll email you a copy.
I would appreciate any help you gals could give me.
I am in the process of writing drafts for my nursing application 'goal statement' and need some feedback.
So if you don't mind reading my story and giving me feedback, send me your email address and I'll email you a copy.
I would appreciate any help you gals could give me.
Wednesday, June 2, 2010
Lucky.
Sometimes, especially lately, I feel as if I'm the luckiest person alive.
But then I remember that I've also been unlucky.
Fortunate and unfortunate
Life ebbs and flows.
Right now, I'm riding the wave.
Waiting for it to crash against the rocks at any moment.
G is getting so big. He's all smiles. He's almost sitting, almost rolling, almost crawling (he sort of scoots on his tummy).
A is almost a kindergartner. He's doing swim team this summer and is so far loving it.
MIL finished her first stint of chemo relatively unscathed.
It turns out I do have a job next fall and am just waiting for them to schedule me.
I'm actually looking forward to it, especially since it's only part-time, but also scared because it's at a new school
I have asked 4 people to write me letters of recommendation for my nursing school application and they all replied that they would be happy to.
I need a good score on the G.RE in a few weeks.
I've been excessively happy-giddy. I thought I might have a brain tumor or something. DH said I'm pretty messed up to think that 'being happy' means something's wrong with me. But then again, we've had such different grief journeys. I did some research on Dr. Google and I could be anemic. Fatigue and giddiness are signs. But part of me doesn't want to get it checked out because I don't want it to go away. How stupid is that?
But then I remember that I've also been unlucky.
Fortunate and unfortunate
Life ebbs and flows.
Right now, I'm riding the wave.
Waiting for it to crash against the rocks at any moment.
G is getting so big. He's all smiles. He's almost sitting, almost rolling, almost crawling (he sort of scoots on his tummy).
A is almost a kindergartner. He's doing swim team this summer and is so far loving it.
MIL finished her first stint of chemo relatively unscathed.
It turns out I do have a job next fall and am just waiting for them to schedule me.
I'm actually looking forward to it, especially since it's only part-time, but also scared because it's at a new school
I have asked 4 people to write me letters of recommendation for my nursing school application and they all replied that they would be happy to.
I need a good score on the G.RE in a few weeks.
I've been excessively happy-giddy. I thought I might have a brain tumor or something. DH said I'm pretty messed up to think that 'being happy' means something's wrong with me. But then again, we've had such different grief journeys. I did some research on Dr. Google and I could be anemic. Fatigue and giddiness are signs. But part of me doesn't want to get it checked out because I don't want it to go away. How stupid is that?
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