Getting a Move On!

Turns out our lease ends two weeks earlier than we previously thought. Oops.

This means we have until this Saturday (aka Moving Day) to pack up our belongings and figure out how to back a giant truck down our teeny tiny driveway.

We've already made decent progress on the packing process. However, I've noticed that packing brings out the bulimic in me -- and by that I mean an overwhelming desire to purge my personal possessions. Why is that?

I'm cleared!

Each day, I try to complete at least one task in preparation for my nursing program. Some of these things are for my personal well-being (like my early-morning-wake-up program currently in development), and others are officially mandated by the Nursing School Gods. Up until yesterday, my list of these official things-to-do looked a little something like this:

-Academic prerequisites? Check.
-Health history? Check.
-Financial Aid? Check, check, and check.
-CPR for the Professional Rescuer? Umm....

Finally! Check!

I successfully completed my CPR course this past weekend. Our instructor managed to snag enough mannequins for everyone in the class, so we banged the training out in a little over 6 hours. (It still sounds like a long time, but it was mercifully shorter when compared to the officially scheduled 9 1/2 hour course.) I still can't decide if this shortened class was a good thing. I am thrilled, however, with my shiny new resuscitation mask and baggy of latex gloves. I just hope that I will never have to use them.

What's even more exciting than being able to perform CPR, save someone from choking, and do a mean set of rescue breaths, you ask? I am now officially qualified to start school this summer. Woo hoo!