Mini Memoirs: June 2010

June 24, 2010

Modern Mechanics

The battery to Luke's truck was dead, so we had to frequently jump start it. I guess the little sisters were fascinated by this process and they learn by watching. A few hours later, when they are riding their little red squeaky tricycles, they park side by side.

"Here Madayln, let me jump drive your tricycle, it's dead". At first I didn't catch it, but after thinking a second... jump drive?

Logical Reasoning

"Look Emily! My bones are getting fat because they are starting to stick out!"

Madalyn proceeded to lift her shirt and show me her ribs and her zyphoid process. I must admit, it was impressive. Her and Anna probably have similar genetics to Andrew and will be spending their whole life trying to get fat. Or trying to keep their bones from getting skinny.

June 23, 2010

My World

At first I experienced the culture shock of settling back into life at home:

work. eat. work. eat. work eat. sleep. REPEAT

Then after a few weeks of this routine, it becomes kind of nice to have a ritual and schedule and it makes me feel special knowing that I lead a life that is not normal. A conversation before supper tonight: "Let's make pickles tonight after you finish freezing mangoes. Oh- and can the tomatoes too?"

After so much of this routine, life becomes a little bit exhausting. "Why does the world revolve around market day?" "Why do have to pick corn at 5:30 a.m. every day?" Then I try to remind myself that the world does not revolve around market day or corn or tomatoes. Not even homemade ice cream.

I need to sleep more, read my Bible more, and maybe even not eat as much homemade ice cream. And remember why the world is revolving.

June 19, 2010

R.N.

I got an envelope in the mail a few weeks ago from my friend Elise: a standard business envelope with a cupcake and "almost R.N.!" colored on it. I tore it open and found a pink bookmark that said "KEEP CALM AND HAVE A CUPCAKE". Next I pulled out an adhesive name tag that read: "Emily Fisher, RN". The last thing I read was a little pink piece of paper with directions:

What to Do After NCLEX...

1. "Praise the Lord!" -Mrs. Moniyung

2. Exit the testing center and get in your car. Put on your name tag.

3. Head S. on S. Yale Ave toward E. 73rd St. (0.1 miles)

4. Make a U-turn @ E 71st St. (0.2 miles)

5. Turn right @ E 71st St. (3.0 miles)

6. Turn right @S. Mingo Rd (325 ft)

7. Enter Kupcakz Bakery

8. Tell them you're Emily Fisher and you're there to pick up the Registered Nurse cupcakes.

9. Eat your cupcakes and party like it's 1988! (and know that friend Elise is partying for you.)

Just what I needed. And a thoughtful gift from a friend dearly missed.

This was so beautifully coordinated and planned out perfectly... except not everything went perfectly. The day before my test, I get a text from Elise saying that someone had stolen over a thousand dollars from her bank account and wasn't sure how. I half-way jokingly asked her if the cupcake people were the culprits. Sure enough.

Should I bring in reinforcement? Ah! Wish I had some pepper spray. I was scheming up ways to pick up my cupcakes from this place (were they even existent or was it all a facade?).

"Excuse me, I came to pick up my cupcakes and to pick up YOU! YOU STOLE ELISE' MONEY!"

Unfortunately, I was never given the opportunity to say those loving words.... :)

Thankfully, the situation was figured out on my drive to the cupcake bakery to pick up my delicacies. Apparently, some cunning customer hacked into the bakery's unsecured website and helped themselves to Elise' money.

Let's just say that these cupcakes are each worth about $106 each. (How much they cost+money stolen+the hourly wages of Elise' time spent sorting out the mess, using her future nurse salary).