tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8562058129637385362024-02-18T22:58:45.764-05:00Lynn's Project 365I've gone mad! Follow my descent into madness with Project 365; I'll take a photo a day this year and post them here.Anonymoushttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06515340382718956321noreply@blogger.comBlogger325125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856205812963738536.post-46643659407293931802016-01-09T19:11:00.000-05:002016-01-09T19:11:01.687-05:002016: DAY 9<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;">
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<i>2016 JAN 09</i></div>
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So...this finally happened. Worth the wait! </div>
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The betadine splashes on my scrubs are evidence of the fact I might not be the neatest when it comes to skin prep. </div>
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Comfort tacos. Nothing like comfort tacos after a real WTF day at work. How did my husband know I'd need comfort tacos? </div>
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Got my RN (Real Ninja) hat on and I'm ready to tackle my first solo case. (The huge matched set of luggage under my eyes are the result of nerves and lack of sleep.)</div>
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Feeling very color coordinated after I got home and changed into my sweatpants. Daughter said I went "Mike & Sully". </div>
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Left work a little early today. You would think I might take that extra time to do something cool, right? Maybe take some me time? Not this gal. Apparently lots of laundry was calling my name.</div>
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Someday something wonderful will call my name, and I'll gladly respond. A spa day or a photography trip or a rockin' concert... Someday. Soon. I can feel it.</div>
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My favorite way to recharge my batteries involves a day in the mountains. On Day 2 we found ourselves in North Carolina with this stunning view. </div>
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New year, new bunch of photos. It's time to get this blog going again! This time, my Project 365 photos will all come from my cell phone, chronicling my world in 2016 one picture at a time.</div>
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It's not the sharpest of photos, but I like it anyway. Happy New Year!</div>
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On Day 25, we attended our first -- and only -- wrestling tournament. It was quite an experience for all of us. Since I don't really understand how wrestling is scored, I stayed pretty lost the entire time I was there.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856205812963738536.post-30254190163704236302012-05-19T23:28:00.000-04:002012-05-19T23:28:29.092-04:002012 24/366: Change<b>Day 24</b><br />
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I can't tell for certain if that coin after the quarter is a nickel or a dime. I don't think it really matters, though. :-)Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856205812963738536.post-21359382827098652432012-05-19T22:56:00.001-04:002012-05-19T22:56:25.409-04:002012 021/366: Take Your Seat<b>Day 21</b><br />
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Popcorn. Buttered popcorn. For me, that alone says it all.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856205812963738536.post-59140178282915180452012-05-19T20:35:00.001-04:002012-05-19T20:35:22.971-04:002012 019/366: Teenager<b>Day 19</b>
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Boring photo. Because the only time I can photograph her is when she's not looking at me. Or when she's unaware.<br />
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A peek into the main compartment of my bookbag. Because you wanted to see it. You know you did.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856205812963738536.post-49392752607259739472012-05-19T19:17:00.001-04:002012-05-19T20:06:29.727-04:002012 017/366: Flashing<b>Day 017</b><br />
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<i>28 JAN 2012</i></div>
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More school-related stuff. These were flash cards I made for my first Anatomy & Physiology chapter. Now that the semester is over, I've got hundreds. Hundreds. And with the summer semester and Anatomy & Physiology II around the corner, I'm sure I'll have hundreds more.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856205812963738536.post-89088972454502883622012-01-29T21:47:00.001-05:002012-01-29T21:50:12.075-05:002012 016/366: Knowledge is Power<b>Day 016</b>
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<i>27 JAN 2012</i></div>
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Day 16 brought a conference with my son's teachers that, although I heard nothing surprising, still left me in tears. My son has Nonverbal Learning Disorder. Because it's not well known, most people have no clue how to deal kids like my son. And despite the warnings and information I give his teachers at the beginning of every school year, I always get called in and asked for suggestions of how to deal with him.<br />
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It's beyond frustrating.<br />
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This is one of the books I've had since we first got his diagnosis. I haven't read it in a while. After that conference, I decided to pull it out and read it again. When I'm not studying, of course. Maybe I'll find something that will ease his struggle.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856205812963738536.post-56063549657053319152012-01-29T21:20:00.002-05:002012-01-29T21:24:54.655-05:002012 015/366: More Fog<b>Day 15</b>
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<i>26 JAN 2012</i></div>
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Don't say I didn't <a href="http://lynns365.blogspot.com/2012/01/2012-013366-to-learn.html">warn you</a>! While this particular photo, on the surface, may not appear to be school-related, appearances are deceiving. I was driving to school when I took this photo -- you'll probably see quite a few "on my way to school" photos over the next year, as well.<br />
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More fair warning. Just sayin'.<br />
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On Day 15, we had more precipitation. And more fog. So much fog, it was hard to see the new overpass currently under construction until I was almost right under it. Scary, that.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856205812963738536.post-7457584467967835022012-01-29T20:55:00.001-05:002012-01-29T20:55:37.842-05:002012 14/366: Up His Sleeve<b>Day 14</b>
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<i>25 JAN 2012</i></div>
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The photo's slightly out of focus. I know, and for that, I apologize. But it was just so stinkin' cute, I couldn't resist using it!<br />
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This is one of our gerbils hanging out in the sleeve of my son's Tae Kwon Do uniform.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856205812963738536.post-25933540258822986872012-01-29T01:28:00.000-05:002012-01-29T01:28:01.731-05:002012 013/366: To Learn<b>Day 13</b>
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<i>24 JAN 2012</i></div>
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Since this project is essentially my documenting every day of my life for a year, I'll be posting a lot of pictures from, of, and about school. Fair warning.<br />
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This is the Open Student Lab. Computers are provided, and we're permitted 10 pages of printing per day. Last semester I spent hours in this room at one of those computers. <i>Hours</i>.<br />
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I don't see that changing anytime soon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856205812963738536.post-51672966106179521052012-01-29T00:51:00.000-05:002012-01-29T00:51:01.472-05:002012 012/366: Rainy Days and Mondays<b>Day 12</b>
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<i>23 JAN 2012</i></div>
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First fog, then rain. It's been a very wet few days. Most people complain. Not me; I love the rain. I love the sound. I love the smell. What I don't love is the traffic it creates.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856205812963738536.post-91170364033669350982012-01-29T00:12:00.000-05:002012-01-29T00:12:01.508-05:002012 011/366: Down the Road<b>Day 11</b>
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<i>22 JAN 2012</i></div>
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We've had a lot of foggy days around here lately. It's been warm, particularly for January, but foggy. Usually the fog burns off by mid-morning. Not on Day 11. On Day 11 it was still foggy at one o'clock in the afternoon.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856205812963738536.post-90832008438500136902012-01-21T23:08:00.000-05:002012-01-21T23:08:12.639-05:002012 010/366: Puttin' in the Time<b>Day 10</b>
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<i>21 JAN 2012</i></div>
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The week before the semester started, the Biology Department sent out an e-mail advising new students to re-evaluate their schedules to ensure they would be able to devote the outside-of-class study time necessary for success in Anatomy & Physiology I. According to the e-mail, successful students study at least three hours per day, seven days a week.<br />
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Three hours.<br />
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That's 21 hours per week on top of school time.<br />
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Thank goodness I followed the advisor's advice and only registered for seven credit hours this semester.<br />
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Admittedly, I have put in at least that amount of daily study time so far. Without even trying. Including when I took this photo on Day 10.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856205812963738536.post-21897951231679153922012-01-21T22:35:00.000-05:002012-01-21T22:35:10.326-05:002012 009/366: Listen to the Rain<b>Day 9</b>
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<i>20 JAN 2012</i></div>
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It was the rainy night before a rainy Saturday. As my daughter and I came out of the grocery store and I pulled my hood up to protect my hair from the rain, I marveled at how much, when viewed against the parking lot lights, the rain resembled snow.<br />
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Wow, that was one helluva sentence! Let me try that again.<br />
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My daughter and I were at the store. We came outside. It was raining. It reminded me of snow. I took a picture.<br />
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The rain doesn't look like snow in the picture. Disappointing, that. I like it, anyway.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-856205812963738536.post-11244327288766997072012-01-20T22:11:00.000-05:002012-01-20T22:18:36.382-05:002012 008/366: Last First<b>Day 8</b>
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<i>19 JAN 2012</i></div>
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Day 8 was the last day of my first week of my second semester of college. It was also my first day in Anatomy & Physiology I Lab. I arrived early and grabbed a quick shot before the room filled up. Later during orientation, the lab coordinator told us we weren't allowed to take photographs of the models for study. She said they were copyrighted, and they didn't know where the photos would end up. For that reason, there's an obscured blob in the center of the photo. It's a torso model. I wanted to include the photo, but I didn't want to get in trouble with my school.<br />
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So...this is one of the labs I'll be spending my semester in. There's a lab table in the foreground, an eye wash station in the background, and a blob in the center.Unknownnoreply@blogger.com0