Friday, June 17, 2011

K Anderson, RN

I passed my boards. Longest 48 hours of my life, though its nothing compared to Rob having to wait 3 months to find out if he passed the bar...still. I woke up at 7am on Thurs and had to wait until exactly 8am to find out. Not 7:50, not 7:52, not 7:55 and not 7:58...despite my desperate attempts to change that by refreshing the screen over and over again. Once I got to the screen they make you pay $8 to find out your fate. Don't have $8? In that case you have to wait 3 months for the results to be mailed. Seriously? Anyway, I paid my stupid $8 and then got to the most anticlimactic screenshot possible. There was a bunch of personal info and then the last line said "Result pass." What?! No clip-art balloons? No little trumpet sound clip? I felt like I needed to win a game of solitaire after that to get some sort of celebratory animation. I let it sink in for a second and finally forgave Pearson for their unenthusiastic delivery of my results and rejoiced but jumping on Rob and forcing him to wake up and tell me how happy he was for me.

What a freakin relief.

Tuesday, June 14, 2011

Because who wants to buy a calendar in the middle of the year?

Naturally I've been doing everything in my power to avoid thinking about my boards. This has included but is not limited to:

*Making my own reusable calendar
*Going to Six flags with Rob and some of his coworkers (which was surprisingly fun...we were all close to vomiting by the end of the day so mission accomplished, I suppose)
*Reading the following books by A.J. Jacobs which I highly recommend-The Know It All, The Year of Living Biblically, and The Guinea Pig Diaries
*Making black raspberry pulled pork delicious
*Biting all of my fingernails off

Well, I took my boards this morning and now have to wait for the results. I had lots of big plans for today but feel way too worried to move or go anywhere. I feel like if I go and enjoy myself its like I'm saying I know I passed, which I don't, and I don't want to jinx anything. I guess I can go and do something I don't enjoy which would keep me busy as well as prevent any jinxing from occurring. Ideas? All I've got so far is laundry and working out, both perfectly anti-fun ideas.

Thursday, June 9, 2011

Cheers to 23

It all started with breakfast in bed. This consisted of a well-mixed Carnation Instant breakfast from my husband who thinks he's awfully clever (which he is from time-to-time). I then went out to run errands in the morning and was surprised by a phone call from Rob that he was taking the afternoon off to hang out with me. Super exciting considering his appearances lately have been rare and usually only consist of a short lunch at home and maybe an hour for dinner in the evening (and by dinner of course I mean a protein shake/cheese stick...the cooking thing hasn't really caught on yet). So he told me I could pick our activities for the day and so naturally we both went and got pedicures. Rob was new to the experience and but ended up approving with his only qualm being that he was "weirded out a little."

We hung out for the rest of the day and I suppose I just talked and talked and talked which is one of my favorite things to do, and since it was my birthday I think Rob tried to muster more attention for the many things I had to share (which as always is greatly appreciated). For dinner I remembered that I had gone to the Aquarium in Houston when I was 18 and had dinner inside a fish-tank restaurant. In my head, it had been the most delicious food ever and a very exciting meal. Rob was skeptical, as he is prone to be, but I insisted and off we went. Well. When they valeted our car it was parked out of site in a corner, my assumption is that it was too offensive to be parked out front. When we arrived inside we were greeted by plastic fish decor and swarms of small children. The food was pretty mediocre and nothing compared to what I had remembered it being those 5 years ago. Rob had some sort of sweet and sour fish while I had trout stuffed with what seemed to be remarkably similar to Stouffer's Stovetop and my promised scallops added up to only one. While I was still enjoying watching the giant fish, eels, and stingrays in the fish-tank my lovely evening was suddenly disrupted with a party of 5 for a 16th birthday. She wore a crown accompanied with a light-up sash. I felt like she was sucking the celebration out of my birthday, making me feel, for the first time in my life, too old for an establishment.

Rob and I escaped the sad scene and we laughed as we told the valet to just give us our keys since he had only parked our car about 30 feet away in the bushes. We then rented a terrible Adam Sandler movie to finish off the evening and went to bed. Lessons that I learned? I love having a day dedicated to my birth. Also, people think we have a crappy car. Rob, this once was justified in his skepticism of a magical-under-the-sea-birthday-celebration. And most importantly, I picked a really good husband.