Peeves...we all got em...

Brother dearest:

I can write this here since you don't read this blog...my secret blog! I admire your New Black Shiny Corvette, but I don't covet it. I love my old Red Paid For Ford...I call it my Paid Ford. It suits me just fine. I almost need a ladder to mount into the driver's seat, but here in Texas, where all the back roads are bumpy, it suits me just fine. I didn't appreciate your sarcasm when I didn't sit my behind properly into your New Black Shiny Corvette Leather seat. Your precise instructions "turn, put your butt in first and then turn and put your feet in", may work quite well when you are 5'7" wearing tennis shoes and have had a lot of practice squatting down to six inches from Terra Firma...but for your dear old sis...two years your senior...wearing stylish 4 inch heeled boots, tighter than this jeans, and haven't performed a squat that low since I was catcher on my baseball team...getting into your NEW Black Shiny Corvette was a feat reminiscent of playing an insane game of Twister...in fact you can now call me TWISTED SISTA!
Your precise instructions also did not take into account that said New Black Shiny Corvette was parked in the MUD....since we don't have a concrete driveway leading to our house off the dirt road. In order to follow your precise seating instructions I would have to either A) plant my 4 inch heels in the mud and swivel driving the heels in deeper than an auger or B) attempt to balance on my toes, swivel, and plant my ass .... well at this point I would most likely be wiping mud off my favorite pair of $60 Patrol Jeans....and that isn't happening in Sista's world! So yes...I led the way into the car with my long long long legs (much longer than the stubs you stand on) with my sexy black 4 inch heeled boots practically doing the splits in the mud, and still managed to look sexy as hell....and ..... guess what .... I was actually able to get in and sit even without following your instructions. Guess getting that nursing degree and learning critical thinking is working out quite well for me isn't it. Oh, and I love you to death, but if I hear one more time about how important your job is , how important you are, and how everything is top secret and if you tell me you'd have to kill me (well basically that's what you're saying right?), I just may have to shoot ya myself instead of just rolling my eyes. I'm sure you don't want to hear the gory details of my regular day (G.I. bleeders, nausea and vomiters, code brown's, and other gross stuff) and your job is oh so much more interesting (the red wire goes here...zap...green wire here....zap....black wire here...zap...white wire here...zap...yellow wire...et nauseam...). I would so suck at your job...schematics ....color codes....numbers....and you, oh I know you would so suck at mine. So today, when you are washing the country mud off your city car....just know that in spite of yourself...I truly love my baby brother even if he could be a controlling ass at times. I've still been married more times than you bro, so if nothing else I've proven myself better at picking losers than you...if that's a contest!

Today's list

1. Take Zithromax.

2. Shop.

3. Wrap Presents.

4. Sleep.

5. Work.

6. Sleep and Repeat.

I have been taking Antibiotics and now I am an almost new woman. I am still hoarse, and I still look like crap, but I feel like me again. It was pretty bad Sunday night at work...my little patient in 26 was so worried about me...she forgot she was sick. I wore a mask for 2 days. I hope I charted on everybody...I was on so many antihistamines I don't even remember my name. My cardiologist was seeing a patient after Midnight on Sunday...I asked him for a script. I told him I would go to my primary care MD on Monday...but I would have to wait to be seen, or it would be at least Tuesday before they would see me...and I had only slept 4 hours in two days...I didn't know if I could stay awake to sit in the waiting room. Dr. G. gave me a script with a refill! Bless his heart. I would have kissed his feet, but I probably would have passed out. I sterilized both nurses stations and Doctor Dictation rooms and every available surface including phones and computer terminals, whether I had used them or not, with Sani-wipes before the end of my shift. I went through 3 economy boxes of Kleenex's that kill 99.9% of Cold and Flu Viruses and 7 boxes of hospital tissue and one large bottle of hand-sanitizer.

Here's hoping everybody in the boggersphere is healthy during the holidays...

It's 4:19 a.m. and I am still up!!!!

I'm dealing with the creeping crud. Not the H1N1 mind you, but definately more snot than I like to worry about. Sick enough after two days to call in sick, which I hate to do. Sick enough that the fake-Sudafed they sell at Wal-mart was not doing the job, neither was Day-quil, or anything else I could find. Dave finally found some Sudafed...the real deal, in the back of the drawer. It expired in 1999. I DON'T CARE. I've been taking it. I feel better, except the crap makes me nauseated. It made me nauseated in 1999 too, I'm sure, and like all other medicines I can only take 1/2 doses....or be drugged to the max. The way I feel right now...drug my butt and put it to bed.

Yes, it's 4:19 a.m. and I dare not lay down...but I hope soon that I'll be able to go to beddy bye, cause this chick has got to work tomorrow.

I have some awesome pic's from the Christmas party. Dave was so handsome in his black western suit with his black stetson, and I didn't look too shabby hanging onto his side in my outfit. He even bought me a corsage...and I do believe I was the only woman at the party wearing one...it was special! I just have to remember how to download pic's to Blogger and I will be in business.

76 degrees and it's Christmas time?

Here in the Valley we are experiencing some great weather. Yesterday 76 degree's and sunny. We took the bike out and roared into town to do some shopping. Not much space to haul back purchases...but all I needed was some fancy shoes to wear to the fancy party Med Cath is hosting for our hospital. Our little hospital is the only one in the Med Cath system that came in under budget (read: made a profit) for the fiscal year...in spite of a recession. So, lucky us, we get a catered dinner at the country club.

I have purchased the dress...from Dillard's where I actually hardly ever shop. The skirt is floor length tulip style, and the color changes from Deep Red to Black when you move. The blouse is black velvet with three quarter length sleeves. The cuffs and wide boat neck collar (man it's hard to describe this stuff...glad I'm not a wedding reporter! hee hee) are the fabric that changes color. The good thing about the outfit is that it is slimming. The bad thing is that I probably needed the skirt in a 14, but all they had was a 12, so I'll spend the evening sucking in the gut and trying to breath. I bought some cute shoes at Payless...and they were on sale...$11.00, a bargain for shoes I'll probably only wear once or twice. The shoes fit quite nicely into the bikes trunk bag.

Then Dave too me to eat and we went to the Cattleman and Co. Steak house...they have an awesome lunch .... even the smallest meal is way more than I can eat...and less than $10 a plate, and you get all the home cooked pinto beans you want...hot, steaming, and totally without any pork in it. We always sit on "the back 40", which is an add-on screened in huge porch...and I love feeling the breeze and being able to look out at the mesquite trees, flowers and flora. It's kinda like sitting outside...only not near as hot.

After shopping and eating, we had to hurry back home before Angel got off the bus. I took at 15 minute power nap, then her and I went outside to enjoy the balmy weather and sit on the porch swing. Later, as it was getting dark, we came in and tried to play the Wii game. I couldn't find the tennis game, but we found the training game, where you shoot balloons and stuff...and we had a blast. Me, I'm a very careful...aim and shoot kinda girl. Angel...may she is like the shot-gun from hell. Her controller sounded like a machine gun. She shot everything in sight, including friendlies. Remind me to discourage her from joining the military! She was like a 10 year old commando with curls. I was laughing so hard I almost fell down. It was fun.

Getting Ready for Christmas

Guess you could say Christmas is sneaking up on me this year. Here it is the 3rd and I haven't gotten all my gifts done and wrapped yet. Usually I'm almost 100 percent finished with my shopping, and within days of the tree being up I'd have my stuff wrapped. Not this year. In fact, said tree hasn't even been purchased as yet. There are no Christmas candles scenting the living room. No Ponisetta's with their bright cheery blossoms. No model "Grandma's House" decorated with it's little running lights. Where is my holiday spirit?

We had Dave's mom's memorial Sunday. It was sweet, it was sad, now it is over. Time to start getting things ready for Christmas. Dave is depressed. I am depressed. But, I intent to try to pull him out of it by decorating and trying to get our lives back to normal. This will be the first year his son and grandkids are here for the holidays and I want them to be as stress-free and happy as possible. I'd love to get the lights on the outside of the house...not sure if that is practical though, but it might get Dave's mind off the last month. I want to declutter my mind.

Probably won't be shopping much for these holidays, but I want it to be special non-the-less. I want less glitter and more memory. It seems like as I get older the days are flying by so fast. I want some great memories for my kids and grandkids for when we are no longer here to decorate the tree. I want to get closer to God and back to when times were simple. I guess I want to be 5 again.