Rants, Recipes, and Running

A non-pregnancy related post. I am writing this so hopefully I can some day look back on this phase and laugh. Or something .  Since I am blogging again...I may as well be blogging again ;). But as I am getting back to regular posting, there is a high probability I go missing over the next few months. I'm still alive. I was not kidnapped. On Wednesday I begin my MSN Capstone that will last 8 weeks. This is basically the biggest, most important paper I have written. I have been preparing for it over the last 2 years of this program, and now I apply my theory/project to the workplace and complete the large "novel" where I write about every aspect of it.  The challenge is with COVID, I am working remotely - so I will have to get creative.  The goal is the write and present my work to the college of nursing, have it peer-reviewed by a board of professors, and if it's "good enough" get my work published. But honestly, at this point, I just want to get this over w

Dearest...er....Sebastian, First of all, I would like to apologize for my absence in letters recently. You have been on my mind 24/7, but your mom was in the final week of a grad school class, interviewing for new jobs, and feeling a little under the weather.  A few things going on.  Before we continue down the path of "why are you changing jobs, again, lady?" Let's talk about your name. You see, we already explained why I chose "Sebastian". But let's get to why I was picking a boy's name. Most of your cousins are boys. Therefore, I always kind of figured I'd have a boy.  However, strange story that perhaps is on the edge of being an "old wives tale". Your dad worked on F16 jets before he became a pilot, and every single man in the shop he worked with birthed a family of girls. Unit BBQ's were a parade of sugar, spice, and everything nice. We often wondered if there was some effect from the radiation exposure of the jet that messed with