Sisters are the best..

Want to know how I know this?

I have a sister of my very own.  And she is amazing.

Know how else I know this?

My patient last night has a sister (sisterS actually).

Her sister stayed with her all last night.

And helped her drink orange juice.

And walk.

And sat staring at her in the dark when she FINALLY got some sleep.  

And said to me "I'm afraid she'll stop breathing."

So was I. (I didn't say that, don't worry:)

She tickled her back, and held her hand...she was just THERE.

And today she'll go get her blood drawn to see if she's a match to be a donor for her sister.

Sisters are the best!

Shut your mouth when you're talking to me!

I try diligently to be very 'professional' at work.. & it's really not too hard to do, especially since I'm allowed to wear pajamas as my uniform & give my patients controlled substances! My weakness, I've discovered, lies in the language department! Oh yes! Stress is a constant quite frequently..and swear words really aren't acceptable..SO, as I mutter profanities under my breath (Why is your blankety blankin heart in that weird rhythm?? Where is your gosh freakin dang vein?? Oooooh GOOD! You're coughing up big chunks of blood!...btw, I didn't use to have such a trucker-esque vocabulary..it all started with this job!) SO, back on track...I have to come up with appropriate 'fillers'..I started with the usual: gosh, darn, dang...but those have gotten boring..and as time has passed I have moved on to words/phrases that can only be described as genteel and, well, ridiculous: Goodness gracious me! Oh Dear! Holy Hannah! Yes. It's true. I sound like I should be crocheting & sipping Earl Grey (no offense if you do either of those things..they are both very cool in their own right.)

If only I could quit swearing in the car.

So this is 'blove'..la la la la

My husband 'bloves' me! Yeah, yeah, I know it was only a typo in the text he sent me at work, but still..it warmed my heart! It's like a bloated love! So full it's about to pop..and spew molten, sticky, sweetness...ewwwww.....

So, how do I know he 'bloves' me? At the risk of making this one of 'THOSE' posts..let me count the ways:

~He rubs the knots out of my back.
~He makes me yummy gourmet dinners (the pork chops & risotto were A-mazing!)
~He cleans my car

OK, because I don't want to bore you, those are my current favorite three!

Let's hear you guys count your ways..that your 'significant other' loves you..

Is there anything better...

than a CRISP, FALL, DAY? I submit that there is NOT! :)

I've decided Autumn is my favorite season! For now.

Stacker VS Stuffer!

My hubby & I have 2 distinctly different cleaning styles.  He stacks.  I stuff.  And that was fine in our townhouse.  He happily stacked his papers & magazines & I discreetly stuffed them into cupboards & baskets every couple of days.  Then when he wanted to know where that one paper was, about that one thing in that one place, I knew I hadn't thrown it out!  It was somewhere in a couple hundred different hiding places. SO much easier..lol!  

WELL, now that we're occupying J's parents' basement, my stuffing style has been slightly cramped, so to speak.  Quite surprisingly (and to my relief) I've somehow managed to decrease my anxiety about clutter, so I don't actually have mini panic attacks anymore.  BIG PLUS!  But it does still drive me a little nuts once in a while.  (On a side note, did you know that house hunting generates A LOT of paper??  It does.)  Today is one of those days that it's driving me nuts.  So wish me 'happy hunting', or whatever it is that will help me...I'm going on a stuffing spree!

RN to her patient...

I know you're sick. And I can see how that would make you cranky. But PLEASE don't take it out on me!!! I am trying to help. Really.

You know what I hate...

Cleaning the bathroom. Especially the toilet.  Yuck.  I feel like I need to boil myself in scalding hot Lysol afterwards..I refuse to do it if I've already showered for the day.  I, the nurse, who isn't fazed by puke, blood, guts..am sent into dry heaves whilst cleaning the porcelain throne!  

And that's really all I have to say!

Was that really necessary?

I was blog-stalking tonight at work (*gasp*..I know you all do it, too!!). And as I jumped from blog to blog, numerous thoughts ran through my head: "wow, this girl is funny..I'm not that funny!" or "this chick is one deep thinker..I should stop being so shallow & do more 'self-searching'"...and on & on. I also read some of the comments to these posts..and it truly shocked me how many people left really nasty, mean, anonymous (anonymity makes normally 'nice' people incredibly beasty!!) comments..ouch!! I, luckily, am not so embroiled in the blogging world as to have a large audience reading my schtuff (phew!), which has kept me aloof from most/much of this back-biting. But in reading all these blogs I realized: Everyone blogs for different reasons. Some people do it to keep in touch, some people do it to get a response, some want to get their voice out there, or just need an outlet, or enjoy writing. No matter what the reason, if your blog is public, it really is peoples' 'right' to comment what they will..and if you don't moderate your comments it's much easier for them to do so. But why do people feel the need to be so downright awful? I guess if we could answer this question in general the world would be a much nicer place...I digress...ANYWHO, this thought process led me to this next one: 'sometimes I THINK really mean things..I don't post them, or say them..but catch me at the wrong moment & my mind is full of catty thoughts...That makes me pretty hypocritcal to be judging these anonymous commenters. BUT WAIT..at least I don't spew my meaness out!! I definitely don't think I'm better than anyone, but I do believe that the ability to behave nicely when your urge is to NOT be nice is what makes the world a very SEMI-decent place to exist in. (I could really go for a long time on how NOT decent the world is..but that's not my point at the moment...I'm digressing again:)

SO, the point I'm making: I'm going to continue trying to be nice to pretty much everyone I run into..in the cyber-world, or in person. It is becoming less and less attractive to me to be mean. I will stand up for myself when the situation truly calls for it. But if someone else wants to be snooty I will not let it ruin my day!

Good Day Sirs & Madams!!

Out of a rut!

I've been in an exercise rut..I love to run, so I have continued to do so..but after a very 'run-full' summer I needed something new..and my knees were begging me to change things up!  I have discovered it: the kickboxing class at my gym!  Whoa!  It kicked my trash in ways that running never has..if anyone is interested in going with me I have guest passes & would love the company..you WILL be sore afterwards!

Something Old, New, Borrowed, Blue!

So, I haven't done a post that isn't a 'Tag' in a bit & I just read my friend, Kateka's, blog, & she posted about how she and her hubby met.  Which reminded me she told me I should do a post about how Jeff & I met..so for anyone who cares (I certainly do!), here goes: *names will changed on some people!!

I was the girl who thought there was a good chance I would wait for, and marry, my highschool sweetheart, *Mitch, after I sent him off on his mission..So, off he went!!  I wrote him,  but also dated quite a few other guys while he was gone.  There was one who was particularly persistent, *Satan, who kept coming back, even when I told him I didn't want anything serious.  Well, sooner or later, I guess I just broke down, despite my common sense (& the fact that my mother HATED Satan:) & started dating him more frequently.  It was a really dark time & if I'd stuck to my guns life would be very different..So I am actually very glad that I had that experience because I may not have met Jeff if I hadn't. 

SO, a couple weeks after I FINALLY ended things with Satan, I decided to move in w/ a coworker/semi-friend of mine, *Ellie.  I was looking for some drastic changes in my life & this felt like a good step.  One night, after a couple weeks of living together, she asked if I wanted to go over to her friend's house.  Her friend was a computer nerd & was going to fix her laptop for her :)  ALSO, he had a really 'hot' roommate I could meet!  Ellie knew that I had just ended that rotten-egg relationship & needed to get back in the dating game.  (About this same time, Mitch got home from his mission & we were dating as well..things felt pretty awkward most of the time for me.  I know it's because I had changed so much from my 'Satan dating experience' & Mitch & I were no longer the same people we had been..which makes sense, 'cause who wants to be the same person they were in highschool?)  

Back to going over to get the computer fixed:  We went on over to Ellie's friend's house.  Knocked on the door, door opened..low & behold, there sits a vision in khaki shorts & a button down!! haha :)  Jeff was the 'computer nerd friend' (he is WAY too good looking to classify as a regular computer nerd!) & *Adam was the friend..who was also a good looking guy in his own way, but not my style.  Well, we hung out for a bit & then Ellie & I headed home.  

Fast forward to a couple days later.  Ellie asked if I wanted to go hang out with Jeff & Adam again one night.  'Sure, why not?' was my response (well, duh!).  I wasn't sure how to broach the convo to Ellie that I was more interested in Jeff than Adam.  I knew that Ellie was dating someone else seriously and that Jeff was truly 'just a friend'...so it shouldn't be too hard.

Long story short: we went & hung out.  Jeff paid more attention to me than he did to Ellie.  She didn't like this.  I found out that this was because Jeff was her 'backup plan' in case her current relationship didn't work out!!  (I did not know that some girls actually do that!)  Well, she got miffy every time Jeff & I hung out (if you read a couple posts back you know that 'hanging out' entailed working on the townhouse Jeff was building at the time).  My solution became 'don't ask, don't tell'.  She rarely took interest in my personal life, so I didn't feel the need to tell her the details. (I know this all sounds like some catty, soap opera situation, but I was not intending to behave like a bee-yatch).  I actually wasn't sure how serious Jeff was about me, so I figured if we dated occasionally but nothing serious came of it, no harm, no foul.  We were becoming pretty decent friends through the tiling/painting process that was our form of dating, and if friends was all that came of it, I thought I'd be ok with that.  Obviously, one day the light dawned on Jeff & I & we realized that what we had was much more than just a construction 'buddyship' & that we were pretty deeply in love with each other..and better yet, good friends.  SO, we decided to get married around New Years 2006 & got hitched that May 4th!  The only catch was that I had to break the news to Ellie, who had no idea we'd even been dating by this point..yikes!

So there it is!  My life has never been the same since & it's never been better :)  I love ya, sweetie-o!