Wanna Lose Weight?!

So while looking up some information for my nutrition class, I came across this site: www.aboutcabbagesoupdiet.com. Interested? I mean, doesn't cabbage soup diet just sound so marvelous? It gets even better. This is the information posted on the home page.

The Soup Diet is based on a fat-burning soup that contains negligible calories. The more soup you eat the more weight you should lose. It allows people to eat as much Cabbage Soup as they want each day, which should sound appealing to dieters. After all, dieters love to hear that they can eat unlimited amounts of food and still lose weight fast.

The Diet relies on eating strange and bizarre combinations of food that nearly force you to starve each day. Dieters are allowed all the water and cabbage soup they want, plus a very restricted set of other foods.

A running myth suggests that this diet originated at any number of hospitals, but thus far, no medical facilities have claimed it as their own. Consensus is that the diet is effective for temporarily losing a few pounds. However, this is not a very nutritionally sound plan and certainly not one to live on.

Emphasis added. Yeah, this seems like a real winner of a diet, eh? If I was a medical facility, I wouldn't claim it as my own either.

BYU FOOTBALL BABY!!

So I have the most amazing roommate. Wanna know why? She was able to score our group of friends south endzone, front row tickets for the ENTIRE season. Shall I repeat for all those who think they are cool because they had front row tickets for one game (cough cough Erin)? I have FRONT ROW TICKETS for the ENTIRE 2008 SEASON!! Yay bab-ay!!

Bekah came to visit and got to help Cosmo crowd surf! See her?
Look at the concerned look on her face ha

roommates-Tae, Melissa, and Rachel

Front Row!!

you wish you looked this good.

So I've moved into Provo and today I finished my last step to my nursing prep. I went and got drug tested, got my box of nursing supplies that were shipped to my aunt's house, and went scrub shopping. Look how stylish these suckas are. The one on the right is my BYU nursing uniform (notice the BYU blue) and the one on the left is just for kicks. It was deciding between this one and the one with the little teddy bears waving that just seems to be practically a staple for nurses. But then again, if I was to ever purchase those, I would never be able to show my face in public, which kinda defeats the purpose.

oh no...

My family mocks me. They mock me for lots of different reasons, but this week, the mocking is about my packing. Eric and I fly to Provo Thursday morning. However, I have already started to pack, which is apparently cause for mocking. But the thing is, I know myself and I know that I have a LOT of stuff to pack. So go ahead, mock me for starting early to try and find a way to stuff everything in my suitcase and trying to make it under 50 lbs. I don't mind. I know I'll find some way later down the road to mock you :)
But to be totally honest, I probably deserve to be mocked for all of the stuff I have to try and fit in 2 suitcases, both under 50 pounds! Yikes!

New Look

I finally got my act together. It's taken a while, but I finally installed Photoshop 6 on my new laptop, transferred over my scrapbooking kits, sat down to do some actual scrapbooking, and voila! A new look for the blog!! Let me know what you think! Any suggestions for changes?
And for the record, I know it is a little crooked at the top. But I cant figure out how to change it and I'm too lazy to keep trying. Maybe some day I'll figure it out.....if you know how to do it, let me know!

Shopping List

There is usually a variety of things on people's shopping lists, but here's a list of the things that I need purchase:

-Stethoscope
-Blood Pressure Cuff
-Hemostat
-Bandage Scissors
-Reflex Hammer
-Watch
-Retractable Tape Measure
-White Lab Coat
-Otoscope--whatever that is!
-Two name tags
-NursingPatch
and most random of all: tuning fork. Any ideas what I might need that for!?

And On A Serious Note...

This summer seems like it has flown by so fast, and I don't know where it went. It probably vanished somewhere between working 2 months straight, and watching every episode of Alias. One way or another, Eric and I fly out to school in 2 weeks. The more I think about it, the more nervous I am about this year. I'm not sure I'll be able to take complete care of myself. Grocery shopping, cooking, paying for things on my own....things that I've thought I'd be able to do, but the more I think about it the more freaked out I get. And then obviously there is the most important matter of school. My schedule is a killer, which I knew it would be, but I'm not sure I will be able to handle it. I didn't get to choose my schedule, the Nursing Program pretty much chose it for me and it's quite a challenge: Microbiology 221, Microbiology 222, New Testament, Nutrition, Anatomy, and Nursing 294. Now to you, especially those no longer in school, this may not seem like a lot, but to me it seems like suicide. But most likely, this semester/year is just preparing me for how the rest of my college years will be so I guess I should just get used to this feeling of insecurity and never being ready.

And the Award goes to....

So my job as a Clover Patch Camp counselor finished on Friday.  I wish I could say that I am sad, but we all know what happens to liars. Just kidding. I am a little sad to see my new friends leave. I'm not sad to be done changing the diapers/showering adult males. I'm not sad that I no longer have to chop up my campers food into miniscule pieces and then out of habit, accidently do it to my own food. No, I'm not sad about that, but I am a wee bit sad that my international friends are gone. No matter the drama they stirred up or how annoying they were. I will never  see them again. (Score!) 

To celebrate the end of the camp, we had a banquet on Friday night, where we all got dolled up, had real food, got awards, and reflected on pictures from the summer. We also took approximately 100000^1000 pictures. As much fun as taking pictures was, the distribution of awards was my favorite part of the night. However,  I am not sure how I feel about the award I got. Should I take it personally that I got the award "The Biggest Chatterbox"? Or should I be excited that I didn't get a more offensive award, like "Most Likely to Appear on Jerry Springer"? I suppose that award does fit, since I am a big fan of talking and telling stories. My specialties are the stories that end when my friends say "and then did you find $100 on the ground?". Yes. I am proud to have gotten the Biggest Chatterbox award rather than the "Most Likely to Pop Up on YouTube" award that I thought I was for sure going to get thanks to my stupidity on the swings (if you haven't seen that yet, you are totally missing out. Get to my facebook pronto! It will be worth it!) So here's to the Biggest Chatterbox, and not Most Likely to Get Arrested! Cheers!

This Town Ain't Big Enough

When I chose my job, I based a lot of it on the fact that I was going to be so close to home. It only takes three minutes; five if there is bumper to bumper traffic. However, One thing I didn't factor in to this decision is the chances of bumping into my fellow counselors! I work with only 2 other Americans: one from Clifton Park and one from Michigan. From there, it breaks down like this:
1 from Kazakhstan
1 from Korea
1 from Poland
4 from Scotland
5 from Wales/England
5 from Russia.
Therefore, these people really cant GO anywhere when we don't work on the weekends. There has not been a single weekend when I haven't run into them walking down the street from Dollar General, or checking their email at the library, or walking down Scotch Bush to a yard sale like 10 miles away! Now don't get me wrong, I love these people who think Walmart is heaven and Stewarts (aka "The Shop") is practically the most amazing thing on earth. I love them, but in the famous words of Woody the Cowboy, "this town ain't big enough for the [24] of us."

What Erin Would Do.

Erin Brooksby Wilson has kindly pointed out to me on this very night, that it has been a long time since I have posted a blog. I feel the need to remind that I work from Sunday at 11 am until Friday at 3 (that includes nights) at an isolated camp in the woods, so my blogging time is often very limited. But here are some quick updates:

-Eric got home last Wednesday!! it has been so nice to have him home...even though he steals my car.....
-My birthday was Monday! woot woot!! 19!! That has to be the most boring age ever. There is nothing exciting. Although, it probably won't be as bad as 15. now THAT sucked.
-I hate work. Just kidding, I like it, but dang it's a lot of time/not enough money! I am scared to figure out how much money I get paid per hour because I know its going to be a number that will make me want to stick my head through a wall because of all the work I do. 3 more weeks.....
-For the record, my brother has been home for a week and a half now and we have not yet had a full family dinner. That's 90% my fault, but I prefer to blame Scott, who ran off and decided to get a job at SPAC when he is only 16. Who does that?!?! Gosh, when I was 16, all I wanted to do was date on a Saturday night, not work a concert! kids these days.
-I have 6-8 weeks to get myself fingerprinted, get a federal and state background check, and a drug screening for the nursing program. That should be fun. Not.
-Our trip to Salem at the beginning of August sounds like it is going to be a short one. That sucks. Big time. Everyone else only wants to be there 4 days or something like that. I know you would think 4 days in a town 10 miles across would be more than enough, but I think 4 WEEKS sounds about right. Too bad I am seriously outnumbered.
-And oh yes, I am still single. This is getting ridiculous now. SOMEONE FIX THAT FOR ME!

That's probably it. My life is truly not that exciting. That's the REAL reason I haven't blogged yet. Forget this whole "no time" thing. That's just a cover. Which I plan on using until I have something totally brilliant happen to me which I will immediately blog. Because that's what Erin would do.