Nine screws!

This weekend was the sweet little break between semesters here at nursing school. Looks like I haven't posted in a few months, and it figures. They keep me busy here. Last week actually marked the halfway point! I am halfway to being a nurse! It's pretty amazing. To celebrate, I had a major nesting weekend, where I stayed close to home (except for a 1 day side trip to Cincinnati for some shopping with a friend!) and fixed up the nest. I got little extension cords that I have been meaning to get so I'll have light at the kitchen table. I got a dish drainer, I polished my furniture, etc. It was awesome.

For my birthday I got myself a nice big mirror. I have always had those flimsy door ones that make you have skinny days or fat days depending on how it's leaning. I found this great one that is BIIIIG for only $50, so happy early 30th b-day to me!!

Then....I spent half of today trying to hang the thing. It's BIG. And I have no stud-finder, no power tools, I couldn't even find a tape measure. I ended up screwing NINE holes in the wall before I finally hung the damn thing straight. For a while I was questioning my decision to be a nurse--how can I take care of seriously sick patients if I can't even hang a mirror straight?? I laughed out loud. A lot. Then I was sad.

First it was cockeyed to the left, then to the right, then I just got confused and started punching random holes. I finally realized that my bargain basement mirror's hooks were crooked. Ah. Shoulda thought of that first. After that it still took me 2 more holes. But now it's great and my house is totally feng shui for me! Yay for weekends with no studying. My next post shall be in December!!

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