Glorious

Well I don't mean to gloat but I'm a friggin RN!! It only took 2 years, 1 month and 18 days of nursing school. Phew. Looks like I can start getting excited about taking the next 2 board exams less than a year from now... Naaah, isn't living in the moment precious? (By the way, if anyone would like to inform me of any part-time gigs in the area, that'd be delightful...I'm having difficulty recalling what a paycheck smells like at the moment.)

And while we're on the topic of sweet victory, I'd like to share with you all some documented news: Dan Hunt and I have won this year's Stamp Act challenge (only because Casey's time was deemed unofficial due to the lack of estrogen on the team. Aren't we lucky?!). Whitey and Skwar followed closely behind with Thais and Marc (our rookies who rose fearlessly (well ok not maybe not fearlessly but they still rose) to the challenge and even sported matching water shoes to fend off those nasty jagged rocks and floating tree stumps encircling the island)) pulling up the rear.

Horror stories were spared but to no avail; history unveiled itself in the photos mounted on the Ftoreks' walls. As the starting time drew near, joints stiffened, and sebaceous glands functioned hyperactively. First was the beach jaunt to claim the sharpest canoe that would cut the water like a pair of scissors. The run around the island, come to find out, was 2.27 miles before paddling back to the beach. An hour and half, a few sizable gashes and multitude of sore muscles later, the celebration ensued with a follow-up whiffle ball game, a round of Cranium, grilling and balance board try-outs in the gazebo.

It was a hell of a day at sea sir. (Anyone name it??)