Forget that Tastylicious stuff! I'm not gonna lie, I'm over it. Well, not completely over it. I mean, I am still a woman. Let's just say that I'm moving that aside for now. I have new aspirations, see. "Sky's the limit," my dad used to always tell me, "sky's the limit."
I was thinking about this today, what with all the final exams being over and whatnot. I got to thinking of how I'm not gonna let anyone tell me that I can't be a magician just because I have female parts. I'm not gonna let anyone limit me to being a secretary or a teacher or a lunch lady or a nurse! And this goes the other way, too. My friend (who has male parts) wants to be a wet nurse one day, and dangit he should be allowed to do it if he wants to!
Let me step off my soap box now and tell you about my day. It started with a nice long nap after my stretching and breakfast. When I awoke (because of the musical stylings of Giselle a.k.a. Young Geezy fo Sheezy), I was surprised to find that my shorts were down at my sleepy ankles. I'm not suggesting anything, but let's just say I now have grounds to suspect several things. I'm not going to get into that right now. Lunch was a treat (as per us[ual]). Then I went to work my calves and shoulders at Drayson. Where, by the way, I ran into one of my old (but good, not great) friends from high school.
Shower, nap, cross-bow practice, dinner, blah blah blah. And now I'm here. Searching on Google.com (link here) for magic camps in the tri-county area.
"Sky's the limit, anak." I can still hear my dad's voice saying these inspirational words in between crunches of his Honey Bunches of Oats.
Sky's the limit
Nursing Dx: Blogging Hiatus r/t Hiatal Hernia
Hey, errbody! I feel like it's been, like, ten days since I've blogged or something. Wow. But seriously, I'm not gonna lie. I needed that little hiatus. And it's all thanks to my hiatal hernia. (See figure.)
But, seriously, hooooooo. That's me exhaling because the past week has been quite the doozy, if I ever did see one. I went through so many ups and downs, emotions-wise, that I think I'll take a week off from emoting. In my opinion, emotions are overrated, anyway. But refer back to a couple of sentences ago and note how I also mentioned "ups." No, not the United Parcel Service, the world's premier package-delivering company. See, we tend to only remember the downs when the going gets rough, but when the rough gets going, it's really helpful to focus on the ups, the positives.
Take, for example, my example. I think it was either Thursday or Friday morning when I was feeling particularly down. In fact, I was pretty much down in the dumps. I decided to take a dump since my bowels and rectum were feeling pretty full that morning. So I sat there and let it all go. I just let it all out, all that emotion, into that unsuspecting toilet. After doing the deed, I peered into the bowl through my legs because that's what nurses do. (Refer back to sentence enclosed in parentheses at end of first paragraph.) That's when I was filled with that "Oh, great!" feeling. There was just so much down there that I was sure the toilet did not have the potency to do away with my mess!
Usually when this happens, I send up a quick prayer and ask God to bless the toilet and to make fruitful of its efforts, hold down the lever, and hope for the best. But this time I was at such a low and was not in the right frame of mind that I jumped the gun and grabbed my bucket. I was gonna manually flush the thing myself. As I stood next to the tub, filling my bucket with water to capacity, I decided to just try the lever. I fully expected the attempt to fail. But, surprise surprise, the poop went down the hole! Yeah, all of it!
Standing there with my bucket of water, I thought to myself, You fool. You didn't have faith that God would do this little task for you. You usually trust Him with even the smallest things. But you let the events of your life interfere with your trust. It dawned on me that God was with me, standing with me in that bathroom. He showed me that all I had to do was trust and He would take care of the rest. I realized that, by skipping my usual prayer and filling my bucket, I was trying to do something I had no control over. But He showed me that He would take care of me. On the toilet and with everything I was dealing with in my life.
I hope my story was not too graphic and that it helps someone out there in internet land.
I'm not gonna lie...
I'm not gonna lie, I'm just an all-around renaissance woman. I mean, come on. I've got the looks, the brains, and the vocals/dance skills to shame even Christina Aguilera. (And with a track record like hers, I'd say that's pretty much the accomplishment of the year. Both because she's just an amazing singer/songstress and because it's just about impossible to out-shame the shameless.)
Anyway, I just want to thank all my fans out there who supported me in my debut performance, my maiden voyage, if you will, as Tastylicious. I also want to thank La Sierra University for inviting me to participate in their talent show even though I am so not a student over there anymore because I'm a nursing student at Loma Linda University School of Nursing. I would not like to thank the judges for giving me an "honorable mention." To that, I say "Whatev." You're all gonna weep when I take Best Breakout Artist of the Year and Best Album of the Year.
Which reminds me: my debut album Attempt to Capsulize a Feeling will hit the shelves just as soon as they finish with it in editing!
