Seems to me, no one I know in my own life, so I've decided to throw it out there to Bloggyland.
Anyone else excited for the Royal Wedding tomorrow morning?
I'll be at work when the coverage starts, but I set the DVR - which is nice because I can fast forward through the annoying crap.
I know that this wedding has nothing to do with this country, or anything truly important for that matter...but I don't care.
I think it's fun to get all caught up in the "fairy tale," as it were.
We're going to see someone become a for real princess, complete with gaudy carriage & all!
Maybe I'm a dork, but I don't care. I'm looking forward to it.
Who's with me?
Thursday, April 28, 2011
Wednesday, April 27, 2011
Something's missing
Last night at work my unit was overstaffed, so I was pulled to the Alzheimer's unit to help out.
There's never a dull moment on that unit because the residents are totally mobile & totally confused.
Even though they're in their 70s/80s/90s, they think they're in their 20s/30s/40s & they need to pick up their children at the bus stop right away.
Last night was no exception.
I was doing some paperwork when I heard an alarm - which means someone is crawling out of bed.
I ran to his room hoping to prevent a fall. And staning there in the doorway was the resident - wearing a long sleeve camoflouge shirt & an adult diaper...pants mysteriously missing.
I managed to help him to the bathroom & back to bed without giggling. As I was leaving, I heard some comotion back out in the hallway, so I ran back out to help the nurse.
Imagine my surprise when I encountered yet another resident with a long sleeve shirt & no pants - only this time, without the courtesy of adult diaper or other manner of undergarment.
Yep. This is my job.
Wouldn't trade it for anything.
There's never a dull moment on that unit because the residents are totally mobile & totally confused.
Even though they're in their 70s/80s/90s, they think they're in their 20s/30s/40s & they need to pick up their children at the bus stop right away.
Last night was no exception.
I was doing some paperwork when I heard an alarm - which means someone is crawling out of bed.
I ran to his room hoping to prevent a fall. And staning there in the doorway was the resident - wearing a long sleeve camoflouge shirt & an adult diaper...pants mysteriously missing.
I managed to help him to the bathroom & back to bed without giggling. As I was leaving, I heard some comotion back out in the hallway, so I ran back out to help the nurse.
Imagine my surprise when I encountered yet another resident with a long sleeve shirt & no pants - only this time, without the courtesy of adult diaper or other manner of undergarment.
Yep. This is my job.
Wouldn't trade it for anything.
Sunday, April 24, 2011
Happy Easter!
The weather report for today was not good, so imagine my surprise when I woke up to clear, sunny skies.
It's raining now, but my family had plenty of sun to complete the egg hunt portion of our annual Easter party.
I'm the only "kid" who doesn't participate in the egg hunt anymore, which means the hunters range from age 5 to 20 - so my family comes up with somecruel inventive hiding spots.
Oh, & my aunt's dog also participates...& she knows how to open the eggs on her own.
It's raining now, but my family had plenty of sun to complete the egg hunt portion of our annual Easter party.
I'm the only "kid" who doesn't participate in the egg hunt anymore, which means the hunters range from age 5 to 20 - so my family comes up with some
Oh, & my aunt's dog also participates...& she knows how to open the eggs on her own.
Sunday, April 17, 2011
I've abandoned you, Bloggyland.
I don't know what the problem is lately.
Maybe it's the switch to life on 3rd shift. Maybe it's trying to get our ducks in a row so we can finally get a mortgage. Maybe it's dealing with all the red tape required to start school in September.
Whatever the reason, I've been feeling uninspired lately. I haven't had anything worth blogging about.
But I'm hoping that will change soon.
I've got a long vacation coming up in a few weeks that I plan to fill with a ton of fun stuff!
Easter is approaching quickly, & family functions usually provide some good blog fodder.
And then, there's always work.
See you soon!
Maybe it's the switch to life on 3rd shift. Maybe it's trying to get our ducks in a row so we can finally get a mortgage. Maybe it's dealing with all the red tape required to start school in September.
Whatever the reason, I've been feeling uninspired lately. I haven't had anything worth blogging about.
But I'm hoping that will change soon.
I've got a long vacation coming up in a few weeks that I plan to fill with a ton of fun stuff!
Easter is approaching quickly, & family functions usually provide some good blog fodder.
And then, there's always work.
See you soon!
Sunday, April 10, 2011
My choice
"You can tell me to shut up anytime," said the charge nurse who had to know she was asking very personal questions about my relationship.
But, my policy has always been that I prefer people to ask me questions instead of discussing my life amongst themselves behind my back. I hate that.
It was such an odd conversation that I felt it was worth sharing.
She started with, "He's in a wheelchair, right? And you're okay with that?"
Yes, DJ uses a wheelchair. I think the fact that we've been together for over two years & own a home is evidence enough that I'm okay with it.
Then we went on to, "So you really love him, right? You don't just pity him, do you?"
Yes, I do really, really love him - despite how it may seem when you read some of my blog posts. Although I do pity him, it's not becase of the wheelchair...it's because he has to live with me & my ever-changing mood.
And you're going to love the next one. "The muscular dystrophy, what exactly does that effect? I mean, does his penis still work?"
I'll just say yes. We won't elaborate any further. You're welcome.
The conversation then turned serious. This nurse knows my MIL, who works at the same facility as me. So she knows that DJ's father passed away a few years ago. Her next question was, "His dad was pretty young when he died, are you okay with that?"
No, I'm not okay with that. Even though DJ & I weren't together when his dad passed away, I'm sad every time I think about it & I wish things has turned out differently so he could still be here with his children.
As it relates to DJ & I, I use the bus theory. None of us know what the future holds. I may walk out my front door later today & get run over by sed bus (although it's highly unlikely, since there are no buses on my road). Along those same lines, I don't know what will happen in DJ's future. The truth is, his disease effects his body in adverse ways. And on top of that, he smokes & eats like crap. More likely than not, we will not be in our 90s together.
If DJ lives to be the same age as his father we will have spent 24 years together. Although no one hopes for an end date to their relationship, I am smart enough to know that some people go through their entire lives never having the love I get in one day with him.
What I told that nosey nurse was, "I choose to be thankful for the time I have."
But, my policy has always been that I prefer people to ask me questions instead of discussing my life amongst themselves behind my back. I hate that.
It was such an odd conversation that I felt it was worth sharing.
She started with, "He's in a wheelchair, right? And you're okay with that?"
Yes, DJ uses a wheelchair. I think the fact that we've been together for over two years & own a home is evidence enough that I'm okay with it.
Then we went on to, "So you really love him, right? You don't just pity him, do you?"
Yes, I do really, really love him - despite how it may seem when you read some of my blog posts. Although I do pity him, it's not becase of the wheelchair...it's because he has to live with me & my ever-changing mood.
And you're going to love the next one. "The muscular dystrophy, what exactly does that effect? I mean, does his penis still work?"
I'll just say yes. We won't elaborate any further. You're welcome.
The conversation then turned serious. This nurse knows my MIL, who works at the same facility as me. So she knows that DJ's father passed away a few years ago. Her next question was, "His dad was pretty young when he died, are you okay with that?"
No, I'm not okay with that. Even though DJ & I weren't together when his dad passed away, I'm sad every time I think about it & I wish things has turned out differently so he could still be here with his children.
As it relates to DJ & I, I use the bus theory. None of us know what the future holds. I may walk out my front door later today & get run over by sed bus (although it's highly unlikely, since there are no buses on my road). Along those same lines, I don't know what will happen in DJ's future. The truth is, his disease effects his body in adverse ways. And on top of that, he smokes & eats like crap. More likely than not, we will not be in our 90s together.
If DJ lives to be the same age as his father we will have spent 24 years together. Although no one hopes for an end date to their relationship, I am smart enough to know that some people go through their entire lives never having the love I get in one day with him.
What I told that nosey nurse was, "I choose to be thankful for the time I have."
Thursday, April 7, 2011
Ain't that a pisser.
Although I can't be certain, I think my gentlemenly turkey from the other day met an untimely demise.
The people who own the turkey live near a cluster of other houses in an ugly turn on a windy country road. Oh, & did I mention they also have a flock of ducks & chickens too?
It isn't the prime location for your wild fowl.
And, I noticed on my way home from work this morning, a turkey didn't quite make it across the road.
Although I can't confirm it's "my" turkey, I was still pretty devastated.
Moral of the story - don't let your free range animals graze in an area where people are speeding around treacherous curves in the road.
Other people, I mean. I would never drive too fast on a windy road.
R.I.P. Turkey.
The people who own the turkey live near a cluster of other houses in an ugly turn on a windy country road. Oh, & did I mention they also have a flock of ducks & chickens too?
It isn't the prime location for your wild fowl.
And, I noticed on my way home from work this morning, a turkey didn't quite make it across the road.
Although I can't confirm it's "my" turkey, I was still pretty devastated.
Moral of the story - don't let your free range animals graze in an area where people are speeding around treacherous curves in the road.
Other people, I mean. I would never drive too fast on a windy road.
R.I.P. Turkey.
Tuesday, April 5, 2011
Tuesday Ten
Lately I don't have the energy to string together enough cohesive thoughts to make an actual blog post, so I'm stealing an idea from one of my favs, Ms. BFG herself. Stop over & take a look...after you read mine, please.
Here's my Tuesday Ten
1. Yesterday morning when I was driving home from work I saw a turkey politely waiting to cross the road. Only after I passed did he look both ways & start to cross. Total genteman.
2. Dear Mother Nature, Please decide to just be warm. I can't handle one nice day followed by many not so nice days anymore. It's cramping my style. Thanks!
3. I have been saying I'm going to decorate for easter for a while now. Still not decorated.
4. I don't now why everyone always makes fun of Rachael Ray (& by everyone, I mean my grumpy boyfriend & his friend) but I love her. In protest, I think I'll cook only Rachael Ray meals for a while. Sucks to be him.
5. Speaking of the Food Network, did anyone else watched the Chopped All Stars Tournament?? I am so not a fan of the guy who won. I didn't appreciate his comments about the other (better, more well established, etc) chefs. In poor taste, random guy.
6. I requested to extend my upcoming vacation (before it even started) & I'm crossing all my fingers & toes that it gets approved. Eleven days off. Oh. My. God. My head might explode from joy. I hate that place.
7. Does anyone else love making up your own situation approtiate hash tags on Twitter? #ido
8. I woke up thismorning afternoon & when I opened my living room curtains the first thing I saw was some dude driving a riding mower up the road past my house. Weird.
9. I'm addicted to crappy horror movies on the Sci-Fi channel - especially when they involve crazy, unrealistic sea monsters. Dinoshark, I'm looking at you...with love.
10. I've got 3 terrible, horrible, no good, very bad cats. Anyone want them?
Here's my Tuesday Ten
1. Yesterday morning when I was driving home from work I saw a turkey politely waiting to cross the road. Only after I passed did he look both ways & start to cross. Total genteman.
2. Dear Mother Nature, Please decide to just be warm. I can't handle one nice day followed by many not so nice days anymore. It's cramping my style. Thanks!
3. I have been saying I'm going to decorate for easter for a while now. Still not decorated.
4. I don't now why everyone always makes fun of Rachael Ray (& by everyone, I mean my grumpy boyfriend & his friend) but I love her. In protest, I think I'll cook only Rachael Ray meals for a while. Sucks to be him.
5. Speaking of the Food Network, did anyone else watched the Chopped All Stars Tournament?? I am so not a fan of the guy who won. I didn't appreciate his comments about the other (better, more well established, etc) chefs. In poor taste, random guy.
6. I requested to extend my upcoming vacation (before it even started) & I'm crossing all my fingers & toes that it gets approved. Eleven days off. Oh. My. God. My head might explode from joy. I hate that place.
7. Does anyone else love making up your own situation approtiate hash tags on Twitter? #ido
8. I woke up this
9. I'm addicted to crappy horror movies on the Sci-Fi channel - especially when they involve crazy, unrealistic sea monsters. Dinoshark, I'm looking at you...with love.
10. I've got 3 terrible, horrible, no good, very bad cats. Anyone want them?
Saturday, April 2, 2011
About last night
My 3rd shift life started earlier this week. Although there have been a few speed bumps, for the most part things are going really well. I'm adjusting to a new sleeping schedule, & a new routine at work, but I'm excited. I know I made the right decision.
Why then, you must be asking, are things going well only for the most part?
Last night I met my charge nurse - someone that everyone (from CNAs to nurses & back again) has warned me about since I accepted this 3rd shift position.
And let me just say, she lives up to my expectations. FML.
I think annoying is the best way to describe her. She's the kind of person who needs to be taken with a grain of salt, & that's exactly what I'm going to do.
Instead of talking about her, I've got a cute story for you.
During 3rd shift most of the residents are in bed. The CNAs make rounds throughout the night to take people to the bathroom if they're able & make sure the ones who can't are clean & dry.
So, there I am, making my rounds at some ungodly hour of the early morning, when I meet a celebrity!
I go into a resident's room expecting to have to wake her up. As soon as I click on the light she pops up in bed, all bright-eyed & bushy-tailed, & says, "You know I used to be Ginger Rogers, right?"
I wish I had thought to ask for an autograph.
Why then, you must be asking, are things going well only for the most part?
Last night I met my charge nurse - someone that everyone (from CNAs to nurses & back again) has warned me about since I accepted this 3rd shift position.
And let me just say, she lives up to my expectations. FML.
I think annoying is the best way to describe her. She's the kind of person who needs to be taken with a grain of salt, & that's exactly what I'm going to do.
Instead of talking about her, I've got a cute story for you.
During 3rd shift most of the residents are in bed. The CNAs make rounds throughout the night to take people to the bathroom if they're able & make sure the ones who can't are clean & dry.
So, there I am, making my rounds at some ungodly hour of the early morning, when I meet a celebrity!
I go into a resident's room expecting to have to wake her up. As soon as I click on the light she pops up in bed, all bright-eyed & bushy-tailed, & says, "You know I used to be Ginger Rogers, right?"
I wish I had thought to ask for an autograph.
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