Bumpy Road

To symbolize a rough time in my life, I used rocks clued to the board with Mod Podge (Keish, that was for you!) with a sign above it that read, "under construction."  This is exactly what it felt like at this particular time in my life.
I made the mistake of getting married when I was 23 years old.  I knew I was doing something wrong, because I had "that feeling"  that is what I call it.  That feeling that comes when you know you are getting ready to make a huge mistake.  I felt it in the pit of my stomach.  I knew it was there.  It was on this day, that I came to know that feeling intimately. It was a feeling of doom.  In January of 1995 we (the church I was affiliated with, my ex-husband and I moved to Richmond Virginia.  By September of that same year, we were back in Atlantic City, New Jersey, (I guess God wasn't in Richmond, Virginia). I started a job as a CNA and I met Harry, Candace and Rita.  Harry and Candace were LPN's and they became something like mentors to Rita and I because we wanted to become nurses.
1996 was a year of reflection and thinking.  I was not happy where my life was or was going and I really wanted to try to make it into nursing school.  I tried to get my ex-husband to agree to this, but his thinking and my thinking were totally different when it came to living life.  (You would have thought I would have figured that out BEFORE I got married, right?) In February of 97 he and I separated and I applied to LPN school.  In May of that year I found out I was accepted into nursing school, in Sept. I started school and on November 5th my divorce became final, YES! Got through nursing school and started working as an LPN on the ventilator unit where I worked as a CNA while in school.  I did this for about two months until it got boring and that is when I began to feel like being grown was overrated! Not wanting to fall into the same mundane life of working and coming home doing nothing, never having been anywhere, I walked into the Army Recruiter's Office and told them I wanted to join.  He preceded to tell me that the "easier version" of the ASVAB test was given on Wednesday night. This infuriates me, because there is no easier version!!!  I walked out of that office and walked across the hall into the Navy Recruiter's Office and this is where the journey takes off...