Mama Said Be a Nurse

     It's February now!  That means one month closer to homecoming, and I can't wait to have my J back home.  I need someone to keep Monkey entertained ;-)  February means this semester is almost over, and if I survive it, by the end of this month I will be entering the Nursing program (like, for real, y'all)!  I just have to pass Dosage Calculations first.  When I say that people are all, "Oh, you've got that," but I don't think they quite get it unless they're in the class.  "Passing" Dosage Calculations does not mean I have to simply not make an F.  In order to pass we have to have a 90 average.  Even when I tell people that, they're still insistent, "Oh, you'll be fine, you make A's all the time."  Then I have to dig a little deeper and explain we only have 4 tests, and each test has had either 10 or 20 questions on it.  This means each question is worth 5 or ten points, so if you miss only one or two questions there's your 90.  If you miss more....well...

     It's no wonder I ate half a pan of homemade brownies by myself over the past week.  I'm stressing out, but I'm determined to make it.  To fail this would mean waiting until the Fall to start the Nursing Program, and I'm so tired of waiting!  I just want to get started so I can finish.  I know there's more stress ahead, but I'm ready for it.  If I can just pass Dosage Cal...

    At any rate I found a rather funny Nursing video the other day, and I shared it with my mom because I blame her for telling me to go into this field.  Don't get me wrong, I want to be a nurse, but my mom has always pushed it too, so this goes out to my loving Mom.  It's all your fault, woman!





      I hope you got a laugh out of that video like I did.  Now let me share a recipe and send you on your way.  Here's another recipe Monkey and I made from her new Paula Deen's Kid's Cookbook Monkey received for Christmas:

Monkey Bread
1 cup white sugar
2 tsp cinnamon
3 cans refrigerator biscuits (10 biscuits each)
1 stick butter
1 cup brown sugar
Cooking spray

Preheat oven to 325 degrees.  In a shallow dish mix together white sugar and cinnamon.  Remove biscuits from the tubes, and cut into quarters.  Place each piece of biscuit into the cinnamon sugar and shake it around until it's coated.
At this point I had to help: Place butter and brown sugar into a small pot over low heat, and let butter melt, stirring to mix.  Once completely mixed, turn off the stove and remove from heat.
Spray a Bundt pan with cooking spray; place the biscuit pieces into the bundt pan evenly.  Pour the brown sugar mixture over biscuits.  Bake for 35 minutes.  Remove from oven, and let cool on a wire rack for 10 minutes.
To serve, turn Bundt pan upside-down on a large plate or a serving platter.  The Monkey bread should fall right out.  Let cool for a few more minutes before eating.

Enjoy!

Thanks, Mom!

     As I'm sure most of you are aware, especially if you live anywhere in the south, we have a tropical storm brewing in the Gulf that will more than likely turn into a hurricane by the time it reaches land Wednesday.  Being a Louisiana native, I'm no stranger to storms, so Saturday I did the responsible thing by going to Wal Mart to stock up on water, canned food, candles and batteries.  I also topped off my tank at the local gas station, and located all of my flashlights.  I then called my mother.  Here's a rundown of that conversation:

Me:  Hey Mom; whatcha up to?

Mom:  Not much; just watching a movie.

Me:  Okay cool, so I was just calling because of Isaac.  I went to the store and got batteries, candles, PopTarts, granola bars, canned food and bottled water.  I filled up pitchers of water and stuck those in the fridge for the dogs.  I'm going to move the patio furniture inside tomorrow, and my friend Emily is going to come stay with us during the storm.  Is there anything I missed?

Mom: ...................

Me:   Mom?

Mom:  ...........................

Me: Mom!? Are you tuning me out again!?!

Mom:  ..........mmhhhmmmm

Me: MOM!  You're not even listening?!?

Mom:  I was too listening!

Me:  What movie are you watching?

Mom:  A Few Good Men; I love it!  I've probably seen it over 50 times.

Me:  You're the reason I have issues.

So after Mom insisted that she needed to see the end of the movie that she's seen "at least 50 times", I got off the phone.  She called me about 30 minutes later.

Mom:  Hey sorry, so what did you need?

Me:  *rolling eyes and making faces at the phone while repeating what I've already stated*  So does that sound like I thought of everything?

Mom:  Oh...crap I need to get gas I'm on E.

Me:  MOM!!!  I called you!

Mom:  What?  You got this.

Me:  You know, all of my friends' moms are calling them freaking out about this storm, and my mom is too busy oogling Tom Cruise to listen to me.

Mom:  Whatever, it's a great movie.

Me:  I'm so blogging about you!

     There you have it ladies and gentlemen, my mom's the reason I blog.  You can go thank her now.  If the storm knocks out our power, y'all will get a slight respite from me, but expect me to come back full force once the storm passes.  In the meantime, y'all be careful, be prepared, and just be smart.