poop beetle: banana milkshakes are better than drugs 4.2005 Today was the last day of clinical for this nursing school thing. I still have some more schooling to do and then some state test taking and then there will be more training to begin and finish and then always some more after that.
I wrote a while back about how the end was getting near and how nervous I was. This is an end that is/will drag out a while and then there will be new things that will come up and basically, there's not going to be a post where I go "Ah HA! I've arrived!" (I know big surprise).
Kind of off the subject here, I was thinking the other day that the first initials of my children's names spell AH or HA.
I've never gotten a tattoo. I could never decide on a symbol I cared enough about to put on my body permanently. The thought has come up recently, because a girl in my class recently got some nursing/medical symbol (some old ancient thinga majig) tattooed on her lower back it looks kind of nice.
And last weekend I noticed a guy at work has his mothers name tattooed inside a flowery looking cross. His mom's name is Sheila.
If faced with this choice would you get AH or HA tattooed on you? Or would you go with the ole "ah ha"- or is this whole line of thought too corny to bear?
I'll probably not get a tattoo- or if I do, it'll be a present to myself for my 60th birthday (probably the same birthday I try ecstasy- I never did get around to trying that drug. It came slightly after my brief drug experimenting phase. Probably a good thing. But I've read about it and it does sound like a fun one and so I thought perhaps I'd consider saving that experience for some far away old person birthday. If ecstasy is no longer around I will see about mushrooms. What little experience I've had with hallucinogenics made me like them very much and also be very happy that I never had a decent supply/connection.
I always hated, hated the whole process of buying drugs anyway- ick. Driving somewhere to meet a friend of a friend- hanging out with people, pretending to make conversation, waiting for the appropriately non-gauche moment to make the transaction- so much easier to go buy a six pack).
I pass a tattoo parlor driving from and to this last hospital I was at. Today coming home from my last clinical ever for this nursing program the "celebrate with a tattoo" thought jumped briefly into my head.
Instead, I went to "Cook Out" and got a cheeseburger, chili cheese fries and a banana milk shake. Then I came home and took a nap before picking up the kids.
