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Just shooting the poop with Lori |
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He travels the world on the backs of others Insignificant in his stature and size His journey carries no mission Randomly roaming at the will of his host Sated enough to never question his trek Life is an open adventure without worry If the excitement of his dusty trail dulls Another bus awaits to grant passage With a furry friend to carry him home Ah the wonderful life of a flea |
| The movie started without warning. No time was given to grab the popcorn and hot chocolate. The blistery adventure started while I wasn't looking. The saga was cold and frightening sending chills up my spine.. Debuting with icy wetness, blowing winds, and dropping temperatures is old man winter. Nature arranged a premier viewing of winter in my part of the world. I give it a negative 2 stars for dismount. Baby, its cold outside! |
| Did you know that creativity pulsates like a beating heart? It lives in all of us but the method of pursuit varies. Two painters do not vision the same field of lilies nor do the dancers hear the same symphony. Imagination is unique unto the individual.Art blossoms from the empty recesses of our minds and flourishes when shared. There is a quiet bravery that exists within the artist willing to release the beauty imagined.Creativity shared is a heart shared. So write the story never told, the poetry that never rhymes, or the lyrics that have never turned to song. There will always be one soul that your tune will resonate upon with the beating of a heart. |
| A weekend of Bowling, and not so fantastic bowling. We had to catch up with our Sunday league. Nine games of bowling and my arm is mush. Now I still haven't gotten a new washer, so I also toted 2 tubs of clothes to the laundry mat. It is amazing how much wear and tear our muscles withstand. The older we get the more they bark about the overuse. A hot bath and Icy Hot were my friends tonight. My kids drop in just about every weekend. We visit, play games, feed them, and catch up on the things going on in their lives. This is precious time spent in my mind. It means they like coming home and still feel comfortable sharing their heartaches and joys. I actually get a bit giddy when I know that they are on their way. Family life, there is nothing better. |
| It's as if you are sitting on the edge of your seat, watching a nail biting, drama impending saga to unfold. The popcorn is soggy with butter and the salt curls your nostril hairs with it's bite.There is no clue what happy clown or evil doer waits around the bend. It is life that has come-a-knocking at your door. Do you answer? |
| My sweet, sweet Blog, I apologize for my tardiness. I have been delinquent in my duties as a blogger. Each day you send reminders, yet I have ignored the calling. There is no excuse for me to offer. It takes but a moment to jot my thoughts of the day down. In my heart, I am but a procrastinator of all life's deeds and tasks. I promise to mend my slovenly ways. Five days is entirely too long to avoid my friends. My thoughts about life's events the past week are from an insiders perspective. First, I believe that the appliances in our homes have human characteristics. They eavesdrop on conversations, like Siri, but in a more mechanical, less obvious way. The just hang around doing their jobs waiting for the moment that they can say"Gotcha". My proof is the conversation with my husband about our tight finances this month because of tuition payments. Almost immediately, my washer walked off the job and quickly followed by the toaster. I've known and loved the washer for 20 fine years, and the toaster for 10 years. The washer and I had years of long passionate interludes with dirty under-drawers and smelly clothes. The toaster and I had toasted and cheered our mornings with bagels, peanut-butter toast, and pop tarts. It is a sad day in my home. They were like family and I feel quite betrayed by the beasts.. Halloween is upon us! All things eerie are visible. My husband was stressed because he hadn't gotten the yard decorations up. Good news! We have our goblin and ghost present and accounted for. I wish they made transformer decorations, that with the touch of a button would transform to a turkey, Santa, and baby New Year.. Life would be sweet. That's ......all ... folks! |
| Back to work for the next few days, no time to play. I like my job, but there are days that I, like 9 million others, wish I were independently wealthy. I picture myself sitting on a yacht in front of my computer, tapping out the stories that call to me, as I float merrily along. Anyone else have this fantasy? Thoughts such as this get me through the tough days. No matter how old I get, I will allow the dreams to visit. They seem to take the monotony away. |
| Hello Folks, It is a grand day full of sunshine. Instead of being outside to enjoy it I shivered indoors writing my latest and greatest. Be sure to take a moment to read it. Have a great day.
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| Wow, what a night! Night life at the hospital is not the quiet library-like atmosphere that people would have you believe it is. People truly do not sleep through the night. I have had patients request several items and tell me when I'm done that I can go ahead and go back to sleep. I will dispel this myth here and now! Night shift nurses do not sleep. They do not pay me to sleep,it is not allowed. In between the serving of sandwiches, sodas, and jello for 2 a.m. snacks there is a bustle of medical activity happening that the other patients may not see. I personally transported 2 people to MRI and Xray for testing in the middle of the night and because their health was precarious I, as the nurse, had to remain with the patient. We had a code and an almost code. For some odd reason they decided to do 2 fire drills for which we had to respond. Three of our patients were what we call "sundowners " and required extra attention to maintain their safety. Our water and ice machine shot craps so the distance to obtain the aforementioned items was twice as great. I wish I would have had my pedometer to count the steps traveled. Admissions did not stop. IV catheters were going bad or being pulled out every time we turned around. The teamwork among the five nurses was phenomenal. When all was said and done, I felt good about all of the things I accomplished and the care I provided, but I am whooped. So my sleep awaits. |
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