Ginn

Just thought maybe the two people who read this thing would want to know.

I finally have internet to use thanks to my friend, Krisanne.

Being able to do laundry anytime I want.

Being able to do laundry anytime I want without having to dig through my purse to find quarters.

A REAL kitchen.  By real, I mean more than one person can fit inside.

Cable.

A massive bedroom with my bathroom attached to it.

A backyard where I can walk around without my shoes on.

A Golden Retriever and a black Lab.

A lake in the backyard with a canoe.

Being able to eat my meals outside with peace and quiet and not next to a noisy street.

Trees, trees, and more trees.

A front yard.

Space, space, and more space.

While working/vacationing in Connecticut, I watched the film Food, Inc. which I have been dying to see.

It is both amazing and disgusting to see how the food industry has modified so much of what we put into our bodies.  It is also amazing to me that actually still call it food.

I highly encourage everyone to watch it.  I also encourage everyone to READ labels at the grocery store. I have now been inspired to eat grass fed beef, buy produce that is only in season, and buy locally grown produce if you can. 

The most unfortunate thing about eating healthy is the cost. Most Americans can’t afford to eat this way. They literally have to stretch a dollar to feed sometimes up to five people. This is why after watching the film, I immediately signed a petition for healthy lunches in schools that would be of little or no cost to the students.

Watch the film!

I’m up (early) this Saturday morning drinking coffee and watching a design show.

I just saw a commercial opposing the Beverage Tax that has been proposed by Governor Paterson.

While I’m not the biggest fan of our Governor, I can’t say that I’m opposed to the tax.

The commercial is directed toward families and how the new tax would cost them extra on soda, sports drinks, powder mixes for drinks, etc. All of the beverages on this commercial are high-fructose corn syrup drinks that can, and will, lead to all sorts of health problems including childhood obesity.

So what’s the big deal with making drinks that could harm you and your family a little more unattainable?

Food (or beverage) for thought.

So, I’ve been thinking a lot lately about being more responsible with life, finances, etc.

For the past several months, I have become keenly aware of how much money I spend on alcohol and cabs to get home late at night. I almost had a stroke when I realized how much of my income is flushed down the toilet. It’s just ridiculous.

After consulting with several friends, I have decided to challenge myself for the month of May. I’m going to see how much money I can actually save by not spending money on alcohol and cabs. I am very interested to see how this all turns out.

Wish me luck!

There is a man who stands on the corner of 42nd and Lexington every morning advertising a diner of some sort in the area. No lie, but at 7:45 in the morning, he is standing there shouting “still serving breakfast!”

Fabulous! I’m so glad to know that breakfast is still being served before 8. Who would have considered such a thing?!

Also, my favorite bible thumper was in Grand Central this morning. And she was totally rocking her Fat Albert jacket.

You know you’re becoming older when you’re already getting pissed off at the thought of the 22 year olds who will be drunk, loud, and annoying at 10 a.m. tomorrow.

I highly encourage people to read “Diagnosis-Hypertention” in The Times Sunday Magazine.

Last year, while I was still on the floors as a nursing student, almost every patient I saw had a PMH of HTN. We were always taught that HTN is the “silent killer” and should be taken very seriously.

I was floored to read about this patient who had a history of occasional high BP, but was not treated by her previous physician because it wasn’t always a consistent high BP. Insane. Now this patient is on hemodialysis (which is NO picnic) 3 times a week. All for something that could have easily been treated.

Lesson to be learned? Always get a second opinion.

I know it’s Monday because I’m in an angry, foul mood. Also, I’ve been told by a four year old that I look like a boy because I don’t have boobs (thanks), have now taken 600 mg Ibuprofen and still feel like someone has placed a ton of bricks on my head, had 3 cups of coffee because I just happend to wake up at 2 in the morning and NEVER went back to sleep, and to top it all off, I have to go to a ballett recital today. For 5 and 6 year olds.

Damn you, Monday.

So last night by the time I got home, I was totally exhausted and really had to pee.

I go in the bathroom without turning on the light and pee.

When I get up, I notice my urine is really, really dark. Being the nursing student I am, I begin to have a minor panic attack.

Seeing how my right kidney is already a little shot, I was beginning to freak out that it was finally going. I knew it. I had acute glomerulonephritis. I’m going to have to be in dialysis for the rest of my life.

Then I really started flipping out. Dark or tea-colored urine is a sign of Hepatitus. My liver is going now. Sweet Jesus.

I go out in the living room and ask Luann what was going on.

She had poured coffee out in the toilet.

I can now report that my heart has fallen from my throat back to my thoracic cavity, my BP is back to normal, and my urine its normal color.

Sorry for the TMI, but I warned you.