Tomorrow Never Knows

Set the alarm at four (or was it five today), dress the barely awake toddler so that I can then rush off to the hospital (or am I supposed to be at school today or . . . ).  I can’t wait for the days when I finally have a daily routine.  Being in college, I’m in a different place everyday be it clinical at the hospital, class or work.  Of course, none of these ever start at the same time either.  Soon I will be able to say that I have to be at place A at time B Monday through Friday.  Won’t that be nice?

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I’m sure we’ve all watch the plastic surgeries and emergency room shows on television, but you don’t exactly get the same gut-turning feeling if you’re sitting on your couch munching on a bag of greasy chips.  I think one of the coolest things I’ve had the pleasure of seeing is live surgeries as I was completing nursing school.  There’s the blood and gore of a motor vehicle accident, but there’s also the amazement of a surgeon taking a gall bladder out through a hole on the size of your fingertip.  I can’t say that I’d ever want to be the one gowned from head to toe right there in the mess of it all, but I’m glad that I got to experience it none the less.

Oozing out of your hands in large green globs is your coolest science experiment since you started school:  Slime!  Every child waits for the day when they get to bring home a baggy full of this slippery stuff to their parents and even some high school students attempt to devise a plan to turn the entire swimming pool into this gelatinous substance.  Usually, the thrill goes aware after that or at least until you have a child of your own.  One of my new and favorite hobbies is perfecting slime for my three year old son.  Of course, we’ve done all the hand-held experiments with perfect success by this point, but wanting to take it a step further we’ve moved onto just plan bathing in it.  Now if only I could figure out how to turn it back into water so that I could get it down the drain.  Oops!

Caw, caw!  We all hear these annoying bird at five in the morning outside our window and want to shoot them, but I never realized that people actually do just that.  It’s not even because they’re annoying.  Last night we cooked up the recently shot down black bird and if you like dark meat, this is definitely something you have to try someday.  If you’re thinking that its disgusting, don’t worry, I thought that too until I tried it.  For all the hunters out there shooting squirrels, try for a crow next time.  You won’t regret it after it is on your dinner plate.