I get to pick up my car today! :) I'm very happy about that fact. Hopefully I can keep it in one piece from here on out. That was my first fender bender, and it wasn't fun.

Work is still going, it seems to make the days go by for me when I don't have much else to do. I picked up overtime this week, though I know I will sorely regret it. Until payday, that is. I figure that I don't have much else to do, so I might as well start trying to pay off some more bills while I'm at it.

I finally saw The Help last night. While it was a good movie, it wasn't nearly as good as I thought it should have been for all the hype around it (though, usually that's how it is). I thought the storyline was kind of weak and there were too many times during the movie that I felt as though I didn't really understand what was going on. And I'm not usually one of those people. But I did cry several times, so as far as a movie that is able to tug at your heart-strings and make you think, it was good.

I've got major bags under my eyes today. I'm pretty sure I'm starting to look old... oh well. Good to have a few days off. Hanging out with my sister today.

My poor little car. Some dude in my apartment complex hit it with his massive Ford Expedition. It's nothing that can't be fixed, but a real pain and I can't drive it because it was right over the front left wheel. The cop cited it to me because I cut the turn just a little bit, but the guy was driving way too fast to be approaching a stop sign, and even when I laid on the horn and with plenty of time to stop, he didn't even slow down and rammed right into me (not to mention he was way off the center of the road-- and I have pictures to prove it). But since there were no witnesses, it's cited to me, even though it wasn't nearly as much my fault as it was his. Let's see, listen to a "silly" twenty-something girl (you know, cause women can't drive) or a thirty-something guy? I wonder which way the cops are gonna go. Best part is, the guy lives two doors down from me and I get to run into him all the time!

I think I have a case to contest it, because I took pictures of everything. We'll see. I think overall I'm just pissed I don't have my perfect little driving record anymore, and it really wasn't even my fault because a cop came along and subjectively looked at the whole situation. And I'm mad that my tax return will now go to fixing my car, because my deductible is high. I was excited to pay more into loans and maybe have a little extra to spend, but oh well. I have very little to complain about compared to what it could have been.

Work was pretty good this week. I had a terrible dream last night that I got floated to our DOC floor and was given eight patients all by myself... a nightmare! But it wasn't real, whew. Hopefully a good week this week. Tomorrow my car's getting towed and I get to deal with an insurance agent. Yeah.

Realist Nat is back! ;)

I had a fantastic two nights of work this week. They were actually among the busiest I've had, but for some reason were different in that I felt like I got to do REAL nursing (instead of dealing with some of the nonsense I often do) and make a real difference. Like because I was there, my patients were truly better off. Wow! I walked away from work yesterday morning actually thinking to myself, I love my job!

I went to Starbucks with my mom, brother, Mrs. Kercher, and Lauren today. While we were there, a massive truck pulled into the spot next to my car and hit my sideview mirror. Lauren and I went outside to look at it, and it was fine. Lauren was more mad than I was. As long as there's not damage, I felt like no harm done and it doesn't make sense to be a jerk about it. (maybe I'm just a pushover? If damage was done I would definitely have been mad) The guys in the truck felt really badly and bought me a Starbucks gift card as an apology. I thought that was really nice. Then an old lady came up to me and said to get his plate number, because people lie to you about their name, even after I told her no damage was done. She seemed really miffed that I disregarded her advice, but I did eventually get it just in case. Everything works fine, however, and I got a $15 Starbucks money out of it.

My ankle is ok. Still sore and still pretty swollen, but as long as I keep it wrapped and ice it often, I do ok. I can walk on it and I'm glad for that.

This week, I bought my first car. I'm so excited. I love it. I've been driving my parents' car for awhile, and decided it was time to get my own. Since one of my parents' cars broke down recently, I felt so badly that I was causing them to have more issues with juggling all the cars. And fell in love with this one.

I think his name is Ron. I have not settled on it, but it seems right.