chez Colleen

chez Colleen is the internet blog and creative outlet for Colleen Berding, located in the middle of America. Recipes, reveries, and recess in no particular order.

Saturday, February 24, 2007

School, school, school

Some days are sure beginning to look like the movie, "Groundhog Day", except for this week.
I was lucky enough to actually get outside on some of the more beautiful days and ride around on my way to clinical. It would have been nice to wash my car, but homework and housework tends to take precedence.

After school and all the craziness of my clinical days, I finally got into my voice mail box and found out I was a potential match on the Midwest Bone Marrow Registry. That was a shock! I registered several years ago, moved and everything and had never been called. I called the coordinator and I was told, since I've got enough stress for know, that they won't call me for a while.

If you want to be a bone marrow donor, see www.marrow.org.

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Saturday, February 10, 2007

Hooray for the weekend!

It's been pretty good so far. I'm now studying for big test #2 at school and hubby is watching Bubba and taking him for the long-awaited haircut.

Since I just finished listening to the audio for a lecture I missed Monday, I went asurfin' and found this latest item to file under "you go girl". Enjoy!

Woman chosen to lead Harvard (from washingtonpost.com)
I'm sure my old prof Fr. Foley is rolling on this one (he was a Harvard grad).

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Monday, February 05, 2007

Never give up...

http://www.elpasotimes.com/highschoolmania/ci_5149895

Jasmin didn't either, and the shot went in the basket in the last seconds. She took on the Today Show hosts (into the wind, mind you) but could not repeat. Ca y est!

http://www.washingtonpost.com/wp-dyn/content/article/2007/02/04/AR2007020401234.html

Recipe for more golden years? (from washingtonpost.com)

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Sunday, February 04, 2007

Zzzzz....

I wish I were getting more of them, but with the homework they give in nursing school, you don't get many.

I've been busy the last few days going to bed early to beat this sinus-cold-almost viral thing that's going around my class, but this weekend, I succumbed to stuffed up sinuses, runny noses and the general feeling of not feeling well. No fever, no hives, just as we say in school to use big words that sound important, "general malaise". And, of course, loads and loads of Puffs and Kleenex!

Bubba, however, as most little kids (under 5 or 6) has a constant runny nose, and it's not just from running inside and outside in the cold. Bubba has been lucky enough to inherit my bad sinuses. He gets stuffy at a moment's notice and the nose just runs and runs. Thankfully, the results are not green, which gets Bubba an automatic 24 hour minimum timeout from daycare, since they don't want any sick kids. This is always fun for me when they notice, because I get to drop everything to pick him up in an hour (notice time).

Today, while were were down the street at St. M's, Bubba was a little tired because I gave him some Benadryl before Mass. Not to keep him quiet, mind you, but to aid his little nose (usually it doesn't do much and yes, I have a dose from my pediatrician). Well, he was sedated enough, that he decided to fall asleep in Mass. Most of the older folks in our parish think this is cute. They think all little kids are cute, even when they act up, because they have grandkids, but mainly because the kids are someone else's kids. They smile that "I remember those days and Thank the Lord I'm not you" smile when they see us coming.

Bubba, however, decided to do something new. He snored, a very gutteral and very stuffy, loud snore. His snore was so loud that the older man in front of us just turned around and gave me a "Why is your kid snoring?" look. His companion, an older lady, just looked back and laughed. She told me after Mass that she thought it was someone bigger and had a good laugh when she saw it was really Bubba.

The priest didn't mind anyway. He smiled and still patted Bubba on the head after Mass, anyway.

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