DaisyDuck001
DIS Veteran
- Joined
- May 5, 2006
Will this be an online program for becoming a nurse practitioner? Or in person?
Some of both. The last 6 months is totally clinical hours with a Preceptor. And there may be some travel to in-services where I’d learn suturing, taking biopsies, casting fractures etc…Will this be an online program for becoming a nurse practitioner? Or in person?
Congratulations! Nurse practitioners are great and I love the one I have.I’m happy to finally be able to announce that I’ve been accepted into a Masters/Family Nurse Practitioner program beginning in either May or June!! It’s been a lot of pondering and weighing the pros and cons, but I made it in!
I’m happy to finally be able to announce that I’ve been accepted into a Masters/Family Nurse Practitioner program beginning in either May or June!! It’s been a lot of pondering and weighing the pros and cons, but I made it in!View attachment 658740
I am so glad you got your rugs back!B is for: Birds, Billy the Kid, and a Boutique Bed and Breakfast-
The road was long and winding, and I took very, very few photos of our drive from Gallup to Las Cruces. In fact, I took exactly 2. I can say despite our rough morning the route we chose was quite lovely. As usual, I took us off of the quickest, most direct route and skirted us back through Arizona and the Gila National Forest. I didn’t realize it was an extremely twisty, mountain road with a lot of slower pickups in the area for hunting season that was just kicking off. We made a lunch stop in Alpine, Arizona, a very small village set among the pines that consisted of a gas station/better-than-average convenience store that happened to also make fresh subs and burgers. Zach ordered us a sub and it was HUGE, which we easily split and still threw a bit away. Our little picnic respite was nice under a clear sky and perfect temps with a view of this old building that I’m guessing was a hotel or school at some point.
By day’s end, we’d clocked over 7 hours of driving/rest time and 382 miles.
Dejected and hungry, we arrived at our stop for the night- a gorgeous boutique Bed and Breakfast. Described as a “one hundred-year-old restored Mexican territorial inn”, we were welcomed by our lovely hostess, Linda Lundeen, Proprietor of Lundeen Inn of the Arts. She was warm, and kind, and incredibly attentive to our somewhat mixed-up and delayed arrival. We pulled into Las Cruces well after dark and the house is a bit off the beaten path tucked away in a quiet neighborhood that Google didn’t appreciate. After several frustrating phone calls, Linda managed to guide us in, and she could tell we were weary travelers in need of good food and comfy beds. As she got us all checked-in and told us breakfast was a 8:30, she listened to our story of the lost rugs. She encouraged me to file a police report and maybe check with my auto or home owner’s insurance to see if there might be something that could be done to at least recover the cost. I had already done that. Somewhere along the road between Gallup and Las Cruces, I’d called the police and explained what had happened and they said they’d keep an eye out. That was all I could do. Hope and pray.
Should you be interested, here is the website for Linda’s lovely home that is rich with art all over the walls covering 2 stories. Interestingly, it's not only the art that makes this home stand apart. Her recently deceased husband studies under Frank Lloyd Wright and you can see elements of that architecture infused into this home.
https://www.innofthearts.com/
Prior to the trip, my parents recommended the La Posta, an historic restaurant in Old Town Tucson. Linda, who has long-standing, deep roots in Tucson, called ahead for us and made us a reservation after confirming it was open as late as we’d be there. I think by the time we drove there, found it, parked, and checked-in, it was well after 9:00. La Posta is… well, it’s a hopping place!
The cacophony of squawking parrots, the clanking of dishes being served, and the laughter and chatter of the many guests still dining was loud and clear in the lobby. We were immediately taken to a very nice table in a room somewhat likening Encanto and were given the very extensive food menu- of which I was only mildly interested in compared to the margarita one… considering the day we’d had.
I wish I’d remembered what I'd ordered, but here she is in all her boozy glory. Knowing my margarita-loving self, it was the Classico Grande because Grand Marnier makes ALL margs better. However, when I look at this menu again, next time, should there be one, and since I have to go home from AZ soon, there very well may be, I would order the Damiana and Daiseys. I think Zach ha dthe Chili Rita, but I can’t be 100% sure.
By the time our margs came, we’d each decided on a very light dinner- Z chose a bowl of Pozole Soup and I went with a single pork tamale with red sauce. True to New Mexican food, this was SPICY and very delicious!!
While we waited for our food to arrive, I took a few more photos of the restaurant. Such fun! Anxious to get to bed, we didn’t linger long over our small meals.
Back at the Inn, I took a few photos of our incredible room which had tons of space as well as a kitchenette. We didn’t really need either, but truly, this was the best place we’d stayed in since Tammie’s amazing home in Klamath Falls…. Partly because it included a scrumptious breakfast! I woke up early around 7:30 or so and went downstairs to wander the house and rooms of galleries. I poured a cup of coffee that Linda had ready and browsed around the home. Several pieces caught my eye, but without having moved into my portion of my new Bowling Green home, I didn’t know if there would really even be any room for wall art beyond what I had brought. So, no purchases but plenty of admiring.
Soon she called Zach and I and the other guests (only a couple who were staying a couple of weeks) to the table and we enjoyed some light conversation. I don’t remember what she served, but it was yummy and filling and held us until lunch that day. We packed the car (carefully) and I went back in to toss some trash from the car and say one last good bye. As I approached the car, Zach was excitedly talking on my phone that he’d answered and was frantically motioning me to come back to the car quickly. He handed me the phone and it miraculously was the Gallup Police Department telling us a good Samaritan had turned in the rugs and they’d be delighted to ship them to us. That’s when it dawned on me that we probably should have had them shipped from Hubbel’s in the first place. The process was not an easy one as they took them to the local UPS Store and I had to call them with payment information, yadda, yadda, yadda…. In the end, our rugs were on their way the following Monday with tracking. I couldn’t believe it. Truly, it was a huge miracle and I nearly cried with relief. I asked the clerk if she’d be able to give me the name of the person who turned them in and she told me her boss said it was okay, but I never heard back. I was willing to pay some reward money for their kindness and honesty. Whoever they were, I wish them well.
What a beautiful home. I love all the unique places you chose to stay at.Dejected and hungry, we arrived at our stop for the night- a gorgeous boutique Bed and Breakfast. Described as a “one hundred-year-old restored Mexican territorial inn”, we were welcomed by our lovely hostess, Linda Lundeen, Proprietor of Lundeen Inn of the Arts. She was warm, and kind, and incredibly attentive to our somewhat mixed-up and delayed arrival. We pulled into Las Cruces well after dark and the house is a bit off the beaten path tucked away in a quiet neighborhood that Google didn’t appreciate. After several frustrating phone calls, Linda managed to guide us in, and she could tell we were weary travelers in need of good food and comfy beds. As she got us all checked-in and told us breakfast was a 8:30, she listened to our story of the lost rugs. She encouraged me to file a police report and maybe check with my auto or home owner’s insurance to see if there might be something that could be done to at least recover the cost. I had already done that. Somewhere along the road between Gallup and Las Cruces, I’d called the police and explained what had happened and they said they’d keep an eye out. That was all I could do. Hope and pray.
Yum! I can't believe those prices! $8.50 for a margarita! Wow!I wish I’d remembered what I'd ordered, but here she is in all her boozy glory. Knowing my margarita-loving self, it was the Classico Grande because Grand Marnier makes ALL margs better. However, when I look at this menu again, next time, should there be one, and since I have to go home from AZ soon, there very well may be, I would order the Damiana and Daiseys. I think Zach ha dthe Chili Rita, but I can’t be 100% sure.
Best news ever!! I am so happy to hear your rugs were found. There definitely are many good people in the world.Soon she called Zach and I and the other guests (only a couple who were staying a couple of weeks) to the table and we enjoyed some light conversation. I don’t remember what she served, but it was yummy and filling and held us until lunch that day. We packed the car (carefully) and I went back in to toss some trash from the car and say one last good bye. As I approached the car, Zach was excitedly talking on my phone that he’d answered and was frantically motioning me to come back to the car quickly. He handed me the phone and it miraculously was the Gallup Police Department telling us a good Samaritan had turned in the rugs and they’d be delighted to ship them to us. That’s when it dawned on me that we probably should have had them shipped from Hubbel’s in the first place. The process was not an easy one as they took them to the local UPS Store and I had to call them with payment information, yadda, yadda, yadda…. In the end, our rugs were on their way the following Monday with tracking. I couldn’t believe it. Truly, it was a huge miracle and I nearly cried with relief. I asked the clerk if she’d be able to give me the name of the person who turned them in and she told me her boss said it was okay, but I never heard back. I was willing to pay some reward money for their kindness and honesty. Whoever they were, I wish them well.
Fixed! That’s what I get for being rushed in my writing.I too am very happy that someone turned in your rugs! That is a heart-warming story!
But I am confused that you ate dinner at a restaurant in Tucson, AZ while staying in Las Cruces, NM. What am I missing about this? Is there also a Tucson in NM?
The road was long and winding
Oh, I get this. I've done 16 hour runs and not taken a single photo. Still enjoy all the scenery, though.I took very, very few photos of our drive from Gallup to Las Cruces. In fact, I took exactly 2.
Not quite sure what you mean by this?a lot of slower pickups
Always leery of gas station food.gas station/better-than-average convenience store that happened to also make fresh subs and burgers
Interesting observation. I took it for a prosperous home owner.this old building that I’m guessing was a hotel or school at some point.
Not a bad day of driving.By day’s end, we’d clocked over 7 hours of driving/rest time and 382 miles.
How cool is that!a gorgeous boutique Bed and Breakfast. Described as a “one hundred-year-old restored Mexican territorial inn”,
Google just doesn't appreciate art!the house is a bit off the beaten path tucked away in a quiet neighborhood that Google didn’t appreciate.
Interesting you both thought the same thing.She encouraged me to file a police report
Now that I would never have thought of.and maybe check with my auto or home owner’s insurance to see if there might be something that could be done to at least recover the cost. I had already done that.
1. "studies"???? You mean they're together in the afterlife planning a new building?Her recently deceased husband studies under Frank Lloyd Wright
Really! I need to see this place.and you can see elements of that architecture infused into this home.
Nice of her.Linda, who has long-standing, deep roots in Tucson, called ahead for us and made us a reservation after confirming it was open as late as we’d be there.
Whoa. Good thing you had such a filling lunch! You were still probably starved, though?I think by the time we drove there, found it, parked, and checked-in, it was well after 9:00.
Cool! Not just William Bonney, but Kit Carson and Pancho Villa too?!?!?!?!? Holy cow! History in a bottle!
The sounds of good food.The cacophony of squawking parrots, the clanking of dishes being served, and the laughter and chatter of the many guests still dining was loud and clear in the lobby.
were given the very extensive food menu- of which I was only mildly interested in compared to the margarita one… considering the day we’d had.
If you say so... might not do so for mine.Grand Marnier makes ALL margs better.
Just a word of warning... or perhaps a word of advice, depending on your point of view? You might not want that if you're going to be seeing your gentlemen friends of the day before... noticed that one is an aphrodisiac...next time, should there be one, and since I have to go home from AZ soon, there very well may be, I would order the Damiana and Daiseys.
Both dishes look delicious.I went with a single pork tamale with red sauce. True to New Mexican food, this was SPICY and very delicious!!
Owned some, years ago. About that size, too. (I'm guessing about 6" long?)(Yes, those actually ARE piranhas.)
I think they're oscars... pretty wicked fish too, but no teeth.(These are NOT piranhas. )
High praise indeed!this was the best place we’d stayed in since Tammie’s amazing home in Klamath Falls….
Now that you've been to Bowling Green, should you go back (you said you might) do you think you might buy something?Several pieces caught my eye, but without having moved into my portion of my new Bowling Green home, I didn’t know if there would really even be any room for wall art beyond what I had brought. So, no purchases but plenty of admiring.
Who knows what it was, but it was good!I don’t remember what she served, but it was yummy and filling and held us until lunch that day.
YAY!!!!!He handed me the phone and it miraculously was the Gallup Police Department telling us a good Samaritan had turned in the rugs and they’d be delighted to ship them to us.
Awww... very glad you got them back.Truly, it was a huge miracle and I nearly cried with relief.