Moving Forward

I've been taking my time with getting my name changed... But yesterday a certified copy of my marriage license arrived in the mail, so I'm just a few steps away from my new name (better start practicing my new signature!).

In order to request a copy of my marriage license, I had to first fill out a proof of identity form and get it notarized... Sheesh! A lot of work! Next step: Social Security... Then the DMV. Good times.

Apparently the name change process pre-911 was a lot simpler (it didn't require the notarized certificate of identity). That's ok... I'm not complaining. Not exactly, anyway.

Tonight is my last night of work, then tomorrow I have an all day class (work related, and taught by my husband- woo hoo!). The class should be finished before 3 pm, so with any luck, I'll have time to get to the local social security office before they close at 4 pm.

I had my physical for the nursing program earlier in the week, so that's moving along...  And I'm two thirds done with my micro reading, so that's good.  Things are on pace in my life.

I'm still having major fluctuations in attitude and emotions regarding nursing...  I wish I could fast forward through the next two years.  I hate the politics that accompany being a student in a program like nursing.  I'll need to brush up on my "Yes, M'am" skills (i.e. being graceful in the face of constructive criticism).  Like many women, I bristle under the authority of other women at times.  Hopefully the instructors in the program will be cool.  Working in a hospital, I have observed that plenty of individuals on power trips enter the profession of Nursing.  It does not consist solely of tender hearted women (and men) who live to serve others.  Which is a good thing...  Balance is important!  The problem is that sometimes the extremely unbalanced, power hungry end up in critically important positions.  Some of them end up as instructors, undoubtedly.  The program I'm about to start has an excellent reputation and fabulous board passage rates, so I should probably quit worrying...  Easier said than done.

In other news, I've been thinking a lot about my 1957 Airstream Overlander lately.  In August, I'll be visiting my mom in Oregon for a few days, which is where the trailer is being stored...  Already I'm thinking about projects I can attend to while I'm there.  Like replacing the weather stripping around the windows.  Can't wait!

I wish I could bring the Airstream home and park it in the driveway...  But my husband refuses.  Another option is to buy an inexpensive piece of land in a scenic locale (somewhere closer than Oregon!) and use it as a getaway cabin.  That's what the prior owner did with it until they were ready to build a permanent  lakefront cabin in Montana.  My husband thinks it's a crazy idea.  Yeah, I suppose so.  But I love it!  Someday, I will attend Aistream rallies and travel the country!  Someday it will be fixed up as the perfect vintage retreat, the aluminum skin polished to a mirror finish.  Oooh...  Someday!