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Ummm Did You Mean To Buy 10 Dildos?

Spring has spring and summer is nearly over and the Treasure Valley is getting ready for Fall. Of course that’s the natural progression of life in Idaho, but it is still worth announcing. There is something about this coffee shop that I am sitting in right now. Yes, it takes 10 minutes to get a Latté post order. Yes, the coffee tastes terrible. Yes, I could have walked across the street to a better coffee shop. BUT, there is a sense of nostalgia at Thomas Hammer Coffee Roasters. I could be the original blue and white tile on the floor, or the window-walls that line the entire shop that make me feel comfortable here. At any rate, the feeling of protected exposure is worth the metallic tasting brown water. Sorry Flint.  It’s update time again.  I am finally in the business of making friends again. I’ve come to realize that I truly do not have friends that I hang out with regularly. Work friends are not friends. I do love my coworkers, but I can only talk about work and Ear st

What a Bunch of Wieners *In Reference To The Senate*

I can sleep easy again. The spell of unemployment depression is over and the bank account is starting to see the green (for now). Over the past 6 months, I have been working at a private practice in Garden City called the House of Hearing Audiology Clinic. It is a very delightful clinic, to say the least. I have had many mixed emotions about taking this position; excited, nervous, relieved, disappointed, empowered. Just every emotion under the sun, and moon, and stars, and all other planets, nebulas, black holes, dark matter, and all other crazy ass stuff floating around out there. If you've known me since starting my doctorate, you might know that I want to work in a hospital seeing both adults and pediatrics with a focus on diagnostics. Unfortunately, a private practice is extremely different. The private practice environment is very dialed in on hearing aid sales. There is a small portion on diagnostics, but the largest part is managing hearing aids and pushing new sales.

When It Is Appropriate, Move Into The Spiritual Dimension.

Remember those good ol' days when blogging was easy and felt like a necessity? Yeah, me neither, however, I do miss trying to blog. In an attempt to keep my brain in a relatively active state, I will try to keep an up-to-date blog. I hope that is vague enough. Recently, the most common questions I have received from friends, family, strangers, past coworkers, etc. are " How is the job hunt? Any leads? " Well to answer those questions simply, okay  and yes . Cryptic, I know. The former; Okay . I have found that apply for jobs is difficult when the applicant does not hold a current occupational license. In the state of Idaho, getting an audiology/dispensing license is dependent on have a few pieces of paper. 1) Application for Licensure, 2) $100 Application Fee, 3) Passing Score of National Exam (PRAXIS) Sent Directly from ETS, 4) Official Transcript with Degree Awarded, 5) Copy of Driver's License. The majority of these items were pretty simple to obtain. The big

For A While It Was Just The Same Old Miners.

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It is a good thing I was not born in a time period when documentation was important to the memory of a person or a culture. I am a terrible historian. If people had to rely on this blog to learn about my life or to know how I am doing, the vast majority of people would think I have either died or I was driven into seclusion. Contrary to the popular belief, I am not dead, nor have I abandoned all human contact to live in isolation. I am in fact very much alive. Sometimes I am so alive that I question if I am truly awake or if I have been dreaming. To explain what I mean, I will try to document over 1 year's worth of happenings. I find my ability to document anything these day (aside from patient charting) has significantly deteriorated. I blame it on the fact that I have to be a functional adult and be part of the real world. I do not have the luxury of tuning out a lecture or skipping a class to chronicle events, experiences, memories, thoughts, or happenings anymore. March 2

Not Super Heros, Um, World Travelers In London.

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I have made this a common topic on all of my social media outlets except for this one...so I believe it is about time I add a little blurb about it here. The big mysterious IT so happens to be an upcoming trip.  Waaaay back (3 years ago to be exact) I was given of a great opportunity to travel to Ecuador on a medical mission trip with a few of my professors. Unfortunately, because of political changes in Ecuador it was no longer safe for humanitarian groups to travel within the country. I was extremely disappointed by moved on.  FAST-FORWARD 3 YEARS Sitting in a cochlear implant meeting during a clinical rotation on December 10th, my phone starts blowing up! Text emails, phone calls and text messages from a professor... Um, HELL YES! To make the whole story shorter, Dr. Jennifer Holst, Au.D. tells me that she has been told about a medical mission trip to Peru that is looking for an audiology group to go. Without a doubt I accept. She proceeds to tell me that 5 days from this

All That We Promise And All That We Share.

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Dear blogger world, It has come to my attention that I have not written a blog is a billion years. I apologize for this awful amount of time that has gone by. With the New Year coming up soon, there may be some new changes. I am not promising anything at this point, but I hope to become a dedicated blogger again. Let me update you. Firstly, The Boyfriend. Mike and I JUST celebrated our 3rd year anniversary. 3 whole years of Love, lust, stress, pessimism and everything in between. I realize I left with my last blog indicating that Mike was abandoning me. Let me clarify. He did NOT go across the country to an expensive school for his Masters degree. The Love of My Life decided it would be best for his schooling to stay at ISU for his graduate work, YAY!! Literally the most recent photo of us at the Pocatello Festival of 1,000 Santa Clauses like 4 days ago. I am just ridiculously still in Love with this man.  NEXT, I don't live in Pocatello anymore. I have moved to B

My Life Is Starting Over Again.

Caution: This is my Feel Bad blog of the year.  Little over half way through the first semester of grad school and I feel like I am ready to give up. School is exponentially harder than I could have ever imagined. It isn't the coursework that is difficult, rather being able to manage time. It is so hard to make sure I set time aside for school, work, family, boyfriend, friends, and just for myself. I feel like school has taken over my life. Even though I have class on Tuesday and Thursday, I feel like every moment of everyday I am trying to find time to study, finish study guides, complete take home exams, work on projects, read all the articles and chapters of all my books, and do stupid assignments. When do I get to take a break and relax for just a little bit. I try to allow my weekends for me, but that just isn't possible. School has the majority of my time, and the other "free" time I have is dedicated to work. Unlike so many of the other grad students, I