I am pleased to share that I have completed a course and I am officially a Certified Instructor to teach the Certified Residential Medication Aide (CRMA) course. This has been quite the process, and from the initial thought of wanting to become an Instructor, to the completetion of the instructor course represents over six months. I found out that it is truly who you know.
What’s next?
- more instructor training…it’ll all be on my business website in due time.
The great thing is I am right on schedule for my plans/goals. So excited about this journey. I will be sharing my business website shortly.
Can you guess who is home?!
Yep, my darling soldier, who just spent 6 months away from home, between basic training, and training school…arrived home yesterday, threw his belongings in the front hallway, and even dressed from his luggage this morning on his way to report to the recruiters office. Ahhh, how some things never change. He is home for two weeks participating in the Hometown Recruitment program. So happy to have him home, even though it is for a very short time. Don’t like not having all three kids nearby, can’t even imagine making the decision to move away from my children…ahhh, that is a sore subject of mine, and I may begin talking harshly about their biological [father] so I will just stop there…thankfully they have been blessed with a wonderful [step] father… but honestly, I would just as soon have them still living at home…making messes, and bickering, and eating my Special K cereal, and all of the fruit at one setting….
Yesterday was ‘one of those days’. Driving home from my class I was pulled over by a state trooper reminding me the speed limit, and telling me to slow down. I will not tell you how fast I was going. I will just tell you that it was fast enough that I could have been handcuffed. Happy he found me charming. Lord, my husband would have killed me! and I don’t even want to think about what could have happened to my nursing license [gulp], must remember to be mindful, and pay better attention…
I had mentioned to my husband that on my way home I was going to stop and get a hair ‘trim’, and my eye brows waxed. Well, from the photo above you can tell that I got one hell of a hair ‘cut’. I knew I was in trouble when I told her the exact placement of my bangs that I prefer and a few minutes later she asked me if my hair ‘bounces up after it dries’? What, really, did a hair stylist seriously just ask me that question? I mean, we all know that wet hair and dry hair do not equal the same length…right?! I should have listened to my gut, but no, I didn’t. Note to self: Listen to gut, voice that I am not feeling comfortable and am worried that you are going to cut me bald! Ahhh. By time I realized the shortness it was just too late. I bought a big bag of chocolates on the way home. Had heartburn for the first time in years due to eating too many.
Because the teenager in me has snuck out [again], I figured it would be a great idea to pull my bedroom back together. I have filled two trash bags of clothes to donate, and haven’t come close to doing any real damage. I even found clothes that I had forgotten about.
Well friends, on that note, I truly have not gotten much accomplished, and my bed is still covered in clothing, and clothes hangers, so I am going to run along and attempt to get a few more things accomplished. Until next time…
-Jenny
