One down, many to go

Well, I finally made one decision. 
I've decided to apply to grad school. 
I made the decision last month, but have been busy looking for schools and applying. I'm looking into mostly online schools so I can work more and live anywhere. I just feel better knowing I have made one decision. Although I'm not happy about having to study for and take the GRE. Stupid Ohio State and their GRE requirement. 
I've been super stressed out with the applications, but I have Brazil to look forward to in 5 days.      

And the award goes to...

(A little delayed, but I forgot to post this last week when it happened)
Congrats to Colin Firth on his Golden Globe win for Best Actor

I've loved/admired you since you swam in the lake at Pemberly,

and your role of Mark Darcy in Briget Jones.

I'm glad you are being acknowleged for the wonderful actor you are. About The King's Speech and it's rating. You're putting me in quite a predicament. Maybe I'll go see it if you win the Oscar.

Choices

A friend recently told me that the "world is my oyster" in reference to the fact that I'm not "tied down" and have so many choices of what to do.  It isn't as glamorous as it sounds. Quite stressful, actually. Here are a few of the options/choices I'm tossing around:

Should I go to grad school (to be a nurse practitioner)?

If so, where should I go? Should I go to a school in Columbus or another city?

Should I stay in Columbus or should I move? Where should I move?

(I can pretty much get a job in any city, which makes this decision difficult)

A great job just opened up at one of the other hospitals in our systems in a procedure lab. 4 days a week, no nights or weekends. Should I either bother applying for this job and go through the 6-12 month orientation if I'm going to move to a new city or start grad school (as I'd have to cut down to part time)? I don't want to waste their time training me if I'm going to leave.

If you think any of these decisions are easy, then please call me and tell me what decision to make. Let me remind you that I'm slightly closer to 30 then 20. Oh, and Utah is pretty much out of the question (sorry Candace). I think I'm more of an east coast girl. And please don't tell me to try to fast and pray. I've tried that too (and continue to do it). I have yet to receive a revelation as to what to do with my life. I've also been going to the Temple on a regular basis too. I'm not saying these methods don't work, I'm just saying that I've been doing them. I hate making major life decisions.

Some weeks I love living in Columbus and other weeks it's just so-so. It is never a constant dislike.

Some days City A sounds like a nice place to live. Other days City B sounds like a nice place to live. And then a few days later City C sounds nice too...If I moved to all the places that sound nice I'd be in a new place every few weeks.

I need a change in my job environment. I love nursing, but I like learning new things. And I hate working every other Saturday.

Oh, and I love being close to my family. It's an easy day trip and who wouldn't want to hang out with Liza? Especially when I get crazy stories like her FB adventures.

I'm not trying to say that my life is awful, because it isn't. I think I have a great life. But sometimes having lots of options is not a good thing. Sometimes it is just frustrating. And terrifying. Sometimes I wish I was "tied down" and didn't have to make all these decisions. You'd think with my years of singledom making these decisions would be easy by now, but it isn't. I wish I had someone to run them by who was equally invested in the outcome of the decision. Liza's solution is to move to Cleveland. I appreciate her input, but I think she may have ulterior motives for me moving to Cleveland.

For now, I'll keep working on my pros/cons list. Or maybe calling the psychic hotline.

Hello MyFace

It finally happened. After finally learning that it isn't called MyFace, BookFace or SpaceBook, Liza (my mom) is on Facebook. I don't care because she tells me she won't add me as a friend because that would be weird. Good decision, Liza. The best part about it is learning all the things she thinks Facebook is and isn't. I don't think she likes Facebook as much as she thought. Here is her FB journey:

1. She told me she got on because she worried that "people might be looking for her." I don't know who these people are, and I don't think she knows either. After being on Facebook about 5 days, she was complaining that she didn't have very many friends and that none of the people looking for her had "added" her. I told her that old acquaintances probably aren't searching for her every day, but maybe every couple months or so.

Me: "Mom, if you're worried about people finding you, why don't you try adding them as friends."

Mom: "Well, I don't know any of their names."

Me (laughing): "If you can't remember their names, how do you expect them to remember yours? And if they add you, are you even going to know who they are?"

So her main reason in joining Facebook is to hope random people remember her name years later when she doesn't remember their names.

2. She won't add people she is in contact with. While she was complaining about having few friends, I suggested she add some old friends of hers, ones that she is in contact with, but doesn't speak to on a daily or weekly basis.

Mom: "Why would I want to add them, if I can just call them up on the phone."

Me: "Well maybe you have good news to share and instead of calling 20 of your friends, you call 5-10 of your friends and then post the news on Facebook."

Mom: "I'd rather just call 20 people."

3. She thinks status updates are personal messages to her. Over Christmas, the friends she had on Facebook would write status updates about family coming into town, or holiday greetings. My mom would be annoyed when random people would comment on these updates. 

Mom: "Who is this Julie person and why does she keep writing stuff to me. How do I get her to stop?"

I had to explain what a status update was and who it was intended for, and she fell a little out of love with Facebook. 

4. My brother has been against Liza joining Facebook, and was flying over Christmas. As a joke, my mom and I sent him a Facebook request from her. His text 5 minutes later:

"There is not a chance in hell that I am adding you on Facebook."

Don't worry, Liza was not offended. 

(In my brother defense, there are some photos of him on Facebook that she probably should not see)

5. I've had friends of mine try to add Liza as a friend on Facebook. My mom thinks they are doing it as jokes, and denies the request. I had to tell her they were sincere, but since she doesn't know how to add people, I had to tell my friends to re-add her.

For a long time I didn't want Liza on Facebook, because I knew she would sit and look through all my photos and ask me who everyone was and what was happening in each photo. Or want to know who each person was that commented on my wall. I was afraid I would need this: (yes, I know it isn't a real app)

I guess I'm off the hook since Liza won't add me. I'll probably add her because I feel bad. Oh, and for the record I don't call her Liza to her face. Only on here.

And here is a great page all about parents texting. I think I may submit some soon...

2010 in Review

Countries visited: 4 (a slow year)

Passports filled: 1

Cars died: 1

Cars bought: 1

 

Grad school acceptances: 1 (I had to decline due to the picture above)

Teeth pulled during my brief career as a dentist (not my own): 7

Miles ran: over 200

Half marathons completed: 1

Pounds lost: 8


I think I did other stuff, but I can't remember now and I started this entry about 3 weeks ago so it is time to post it. 

My new love

 

(A close up of the color. It's a good red color.)

Yes, I accomplished another marker of adulthood and bought a car. A 2010 Honda Civic. It was bought in June and returned in November because the car was "too small" for the family. 3200 miles, leather interior, heated seats, sunroof, key-less entry etc. I know it isn't a luxury car, but after the old car I was driving (RIP old car aka p.o.s.), I feel spoiled. Is it wrong to like a material possession so much?

The end of an era

This past weekend I made my monthly trip out to DC. I had passed Morgantown, WV 20 min ago, the halfway point to DC, when I looked down and saw that my engine temperature gauge was on hot. I'm on the freeway and couldn't remember the last [close] exit I passed and there were no signs for one coming up. So I had to pull over on the side of the freeway. I called my mechanic friend Dave to ask what all could be wrong with the car. I sat there for 45 minutes before the gauge went down halfway. I was halfway up a hill so I drove to the top and saw the sign for an exit in 2 miles. I drove another mile before the gauge was on hot again. I pulled over again and waited for 30 minutes. Sitting on the car on the side of a freeway is awful. I was finally able to get off at an exit and pull into a gas station. It was about 6:30pm now. I had AAA, so they were called and dispatched a tow truck. I called Dale and she gave me some rental car numbers. I thought I could leave my car in Morgantown, rent a car to DC and then drive back on Monday to get my car (at this point I'm in denial that anything is horribly wrong). Sadly, all the rental car places closed at 5. Jeff finally called after he got off work drove out from DC to get me. We decided to stay the night in Morgantown so we could check on my car before leaving for DC. Anyway, the tow truck driver came about 8:00 and took my car to his shop and graciously drove me over to the hotel. Jeff didn't think to take his GPS out of the truck so he went 2 hours out of his way to get to Morgantown and arrived about 3am.

The next morning we went to the shop to assess the damage. There were three guys looking at the engine when we pulled up and they were shaking their heads. The head gasket was blown (among other things), and I'd need a new (or rather, used) engine put in. They said it would be about $2500. My car was 15 years old and worth about $500. I decided it was time to say goodbye. We emptied everything from my car into Jeff's car (he actually just bought a new car on Wed of that week). We took off the license plates. The guys said they would dispose of my car. And then I drove away from the POS (the nickname Megan lovingly gave it). 10 years of memories left in West Virginia.

We drove back to DC that day and on Monday I rented a car and drove to Cleveland where I picked up my Dad's old car that he wasn't using.

And now I have the "joy" of buying a new car.

The time I spent the night in a homeless shelter in Peru...

I seemed to have been a bit preoccupied during September and October and never finished the latest South America trip or started the Utah trip. Here goes...

After our amazing day we headed back down to Cusco. When our guide picked us up we told him how we wanted to go to Puno the next morning. He made a few phone calls and as it turns out, there was a bus strike starting the next day and there were no buses leaving Cusco. Great. So we spent the next day in Cusco waiting to hear from our guide about the possibility of the strike ending. While we waited, we ate guinea pig, a Peruvian delicacy.

It wasn't that great, but we had to try it. Anyway, a miracle happened and we were able to get on a night bus leaving for Puno, along the shores of Lake Titicaca. We got to Puno about 4am and sat down to discuss how we were going to get to the reed islands (the main reason we came to Puno). Some lady who works for a tour group was hovering over us and trying to get us to go with her group. We wanted to see the reed islands and get to La Paz that night. She assured us that if we took a day tour of the reed islands and some other island in Lake Titicaca we would be back to Puno by 5, she would have a taxi waiting to take us to Desguadaro (Peru border town), and we would make it across the border by 8 (when the border closes for the night). I didn't trust her but I was outnumbered. More on her lies later.So we got on a boat out to the reed islands. The reed islands are these floating reed islands out on Lake Titicaca. They were mentioned in a General Conference address, and sounded cool. They were.

The night we left for Puno with our awesome guide Diego who found us a ride out of Cusco (he's in the Utah State sweatshirt)

 Puno. We didn't see much of it. But there it is.

 The beginning of the floating Uros Islands. So cool.

The cute little ladies waiting to greet us. And sell us stuff.

A model about how the islands were made. It kind of made sense. I remember they have to lay new reeds once a week. Seems like a lot of work.

These poor guinea pigs were most likely going to be dinner later

Everything on the island was made from the reeds.

After the Uros Islands, we took a 2 hour boat ride on Lake Titicaca to this little island where they were having a festival. I think it was a festival for the sun, but I don't remember. They had really colorful costumes.

Their colorful costumes

It was beautiful

I wanted to kidnap her

With some kids we had to pay when they jumped into our picture. I didn't want to kidnap them.

So that lady who I mentioned earlier that said she would have a car waiting to take us to the border...well, she lied. She got us a taxi to the street where you can get a taxi to the border and then spent 45 minutes arguing about prices. We all couldn't fit in one car, so we would split up. But then the drivers would only leave with a full load of passengers and there wasn't anyone else around looking to get to the border. In the end we were able to convince them to let Mike sit in the back with the luggage. Then our driver drove 90 miles an hour all the way there (even through towns with 30 mph signs). I prayed the entire way that we wouldn't die. I think everyone else did too. We were able to get to the Peruvian border in time, but the Bolivian side wouldn't stay open to let us come across and we were 5 minutes too late. We were stuck in Desaguadero, Peru (aka the butt hole of Peru) for the night. We soon found out that all the hostels were full or overpriced. So Mike asked a guy at the border if he knew of any cheap places to stay (we were cold, desperate and dark out). He led us for about five minutes down deserted streets (I got my mace ready) to some old building. There were only 4 beds left in the place so I chose wisely to sleep in the guys room. This is the pillow I found on my bed:

I had this same pillowcase in 1989. Thankfully I had my own pillow. Anyway, the building was kind of gross, and I was definitely grateful for the Freshette. We got up super early the next morning to be first in line at the border. That is when we found out that we had just stayed the night in a homeless shelter. While we waited the cold, we observed people carrying their loads back and forth:

 Her load weighed more than she does. Way to help out, men. 

While the men just stood outside in the sun. 

I've never been so happy to see another country

Finally arriving in La Paz with all our gear. We didn't pack light.

Holy Grail of ruins

We woke up at 3am for Machu Picchu. More specifically, to climb the big mountain in the above picture, Wayna Picchu. They only let 400 people climb it per day, 200 at 7am, and 200 at 10am. So we woke up ridiculously early and headed down to the bus stop. The buses don't start to leave Aquas Calientes (the town near MP) till 5:30am. Climbing up the switchbacks to MP wasn't an option either as the bridge out of Aquas Calientes didn't open till 5am, and there was no way we could all climb it in a half hour. So Mike read us about the history of MP while we waited. After getting up to MP, we had to wait in another line to get our ticket stamped for Wayna Picchu.

By some small miracle we were able to get on for the 7am hike. When we first got up there we figured we were too late already. So we got our stamp and met up with our guide (a new one) and decided to do a tour first before the crowds got there. And this is the first thing I saw:

Clouds! Stupid, annoying clouds. First they ruin my views of the Christus statue in Rio, and now this. We hoped they would clear once the sun came up. We walked around the ruins, but I was so tired that I could barely keep my eyes open standing up.

This place is really amazing. It was such a site. It was built at the top of a mountain-those Incans were awesome. I wish I had more insightful things to write, but I don't remember much of what our guide said. After sleepwalking, we began our climb. Stupid altitude made me feel so out of shape. Thankfully the hike wasn't as scary as I imagined, but still scary at times (I pictured Angel's Landing in Zion Nat'l Park, Peruvian style). We got up to the top and were rewarded with this:

Can you see Machu Picchu down there? Me neither. I really hate clouds. We waited/rested at the top for a bit and got an occasional glimpse through the clouds...

...but as soon as we tried to get a picture of us with MP in the background we got this:

We waited up top for an hour or so and decided to head back down. And as we climbed down the clouds disappeared. Figures.

The surrounding mountains

Attempting to point to the top of where we climbed. 

When we were at the top of Wayna Picchu, Mike decided that because of the clouds he wanted to climb the mountain on the other side of Machu Picchu, called Machu Picchu mountain (clever). So while we were still hanging out at the top, he left to go climb the other mountain. The altitude had no effect on him whatsoever. After we came down from Wayna Picchu we took some pictures and waited for him. He was only gone about 2 hours and came to tell us that we had to climb half of the MP mountain as the view was amazing. Since we had bad pictures that morning, and because he assured us it would only take about 40 min to climb halfway, we agreed. Other than being exhausted from just climbing another mountain, it was worth it. Mike said the view was even better at the very top, but we decided to take his word for it.

They were so nice to go along with my OHIO poses

I'm also a new advocate on climbing MP mountain instead of Wayna Picchu.
1. There is no limit to the amount of hikers they let up on MP mountain, so you can go up whenever you want aka you don't have to wake up at 3:30 in the morning to get your ticket stamped.
2. There are less people on the trail.
 3. The views are just as great, maybe better since you can get an aerial view of the typical Machu Picchu shot
4. The hike up didn't have as many scary spots like on Wayna Picchu
5. Did I mention not having to wake up at 3:30 in the morning?
6. MP is higher than WP, so there is bragging rights for having climbed higher.