Wednesday, March 31, 2010
Word of the Day Wednesday #5
Where you put your clothes when you come home from work instead of the closet or the hamper.
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
We interrupt this blog to bring you an orthopedic emergency
Monday, March 29, 2010
Parents in a jar
Some of you may know that in the last 10 years I have lost both my parents. NO, I did not just lay them down and walk off and forget. Like, they both passed away. Got it? Ok good.
My mother, she wanted to be cremated. How ironic, I thought, since she smoked like a chimney. So following her wishes she was cremated and placed in a beautiful pink cloissonne urn which lived in my parents back bedroom for about 7 years. I often wondered, how do you know that its Mom in there? How do you know they didnt just scoop up a big pile and really its some of Mr Jones and some of Mrs Smith and some of Mom? What would it matter? Its only ashes anyway.
She stayed in my parents back bedroom ("my mom, she doesnt get out much") until my dad moved into the assisted living. I took her to live with me after that. Funny thing was that on the way to my house, the urn fell over and the lid came off and it rolled all around the back of the van. But have no fear, she was all sealed up in a ziplock bag and arrived at my house a little shaken up but intact.
Yeah my dad he was cremated too. Thats a story for another post.
Wednesday, March 24, 2010
Word of the Day Wednesday #4
The gulf between the author of sarcastic wit and the person who doesn't get it.
Thankyewverymuch
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Teaching your children to drive
He has, however, been practicing on the road. I say on the road, what I really mean is empty parking lot. Less targets to hit, maybe just a curb or something. He drives pretty well actually. Its the braking he has trouble with. Im surprised the imprint of my forehead is not permanently ingrained in the dashboard. Lets just say that braking is something you have to have a "feel" for. I guess you could say he's not feeling it.
So far, I have not lost my cool. Yet. But evidently just a few practice sessions has made him into some driving Barney Fife. "You're going too fast." "You didnt stop enough at that stop sign." "You didnt use your blinker." Whats up with that? The fact that you sat in the driver's seat a few times does not make you a driver any more than sitting in a garage makes you a car.
Well at least he would be stationary.
Monday, March 22, 2010
Drama Queen
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Word of the Day Wednesday #3
Disastrophy
Disaster+Catastrophe
And the hits just keep on coming.....
Monday, March 15, 2010
Golden Boy
Wednesday, March 10, 2010
Creepy Internet Friends
This trip that took me through her town was actually an annual trip I take every year with the handbell group at church. Its a handbell festival, and we try to squeeze in as much handbell ringing that we can while shopping. Ok stop laughing it really is fun. So we are on the bus headed to festival and I tell my peeps that Im meeting a friend from the internet at our first shopping stop. They pretty much proceeded to freak out. "YOURE WHAT?" "What if its not really a woman? What if its a 20 year old loser guy who lives in his mom's basement?" This was just a mom like me, not an axe murderer! They were most concerned, especially for my safety. I wasnt. We were meeting in the middle of a mall, for crying out loud! What could go wrong?
We made phone contact and made a meeting time and place in the mall. She was delightful to meet and we sat and talked for about 45 minutes on a bench at the mall. Meanwhile my friends were circling like vultures around some roadkill. They made me promise to use a secret codeword in case I felt like I was in danger. One of them suggested the codeword and just said to work it into my conversation and they would hear me and come rescue me. The secret codeword? Sickle cell anemia! "Well, Busymom, I gotta run. Im feeling bad and I might be coming down with sickle cell anemia."
Glad I didnt have to use it.
Word of the Day Wednesday #2
Reintarnation
Coming back in a second life as a redneck.
No names mentioned.
Monday, March 8, 2010
Im Real....
I just completed a 2 phase project at work that involved a lot of learning on my part. Not just knowledge type learning, but learning to keep my mouth shut and be politically correct. Lets just say THAT was a huge learning curve for me. If you ask me my opinion about something you are pretty much going to get it. I had to learn when to speak and when to keep my mouth shut and save my real opinion for the "meeting after the meeting." Lets just say I learned that the corporate world is better left to someone else. I couldnt wait to get back to being just a regular ole nurse.
The upside of being real is that you will always know where you stand with me. I dont sugarcoat things, what you see is pretty much what you get. It means I wont ever be "Nurse of the Year," but oh, well.
I guess its the small price I pay for being real.
Saturday, March 6, 2010
Danke Schoen
Got a shout out this week from the awesome RevKev, a friend from way back! He is very funny, and blogs about his everyday stuff and also being a Minister of Music in the hoppin metropolis of Humbolt. Im sure that all of my followers have read him (all 4 of you, himself included) but all you lurkers out there (yes you the one not making eye contact) might want to stop by and get your giggles on.
Friday, March 5, 2010
Tip of the day
Otterbox case for iPhone: $40.00
Trippin over microscopic grain of concrete and landing Superman style on the sidewalk with your iPhone face down but SCRATCH FREE: Priceless
Thursday, March 4, 2010
Scavenger Hunt Time
(yes, you, in the back. over to the right. yes, you. do it. because I said, ok?)
Go to www.google.com and in the search window enter "where do I find Chuck Norris" and instead of "google search" hit "I'm feeling lucky." Go. Do it. NOW. I'll wait.
(humming jeopardy theme song......)
That totally cracked me up. And you know you laughed, too.
Wednesday, March 3, 2010
Word of the Day Wednesday #1
SNEAKATIVITY......
I asked her, "Is that a word?" She said "Yeah, I just made it up!"
And word of the day was born. A week or so later I got a dry erase board and put it on our office door. Some days Word of the Day was something someone had said in casual conversation that was funny, or something I had to dig to come up with. Soon our coworkers were stopping by our office to ask what the word of the day was, followed by strangers getting off the elevator and making comments about them. When we were remiss in posting our word of the day, we heard about it!
So Partner/Sister, thanks for creating our first word of the day and starting a tradition that made a lot of people laugh.
Tuesday, March 2, 2010
You like me! You really like me!
Monday, March 1, 2010
Beware!
Ladies BEWARE....................
This is a heads-up to those friends who haven't experienced it yet and an explanation to those friends and family who have. Most of you have read the scare-mail about the person whose kidneys were stolen while he was passed out. Well, the kidney story was a hoax but this one is real. It's happening every day. My thighs were stolen from me during the night a few years ago. It was just that quick. I went to sleep in my body and woke up with someone else's thighs that have the texture of cooked oatmeal. Who would have done such a cruel thing to legs that had been mine for years? Whose thighs were these and what happened to mine. I spent the entire summer looking for my thighs. Finally, hurt and angry, I resigned myself to living out my life in jeans and Sheer Energy pantyhose.
Then, just when my guard was down, the thieves struck again. My butt was next. I knew it was the same gang because they took pains to match my new rear end to the thighs they stuck me with earlier. However, they attached it badly -- at least three inches lower than my original. Now, my rear complemented my legs, lump for lump. Frantic, I prayed that long skirts would stay in fashion.
It was two years ago when I realized my arms had been switched. One morning I was fixing my hair and I watched horrified but fascinated as the flesh of my upper arms swung to and fro with the motion of the hairbrush. This was really getting scary. My body was being replaced one section at a time. How clever and fiendish. Age? Age had nothing to do with it. Age is supposed to creep up, unnoticed, something like maturity. NO, I was being attacked repeatedly and without warning. In despair, I gave up my T-shirts. What could they do to me next?
My poor neck disappeared more quickly than the Thanksgiving turkey it now resembled. That's why I decided to tell my story. I can't take on the medical profession by myself. Women of the world, wake up and smell the coffee. I now realize where those surgeons are getting their replacement parts. They really aren't plastic like they claim. The next time you suspect someone has had a face 'lifted,' look again. Was it lifted from you??
I think I finally found my thighs and I hope that Cindy
Crawford paid a really good price for them!
This is not a hoax. This is happening to women in every town every night.
WARN YOUR FRIENDS.
P.S. I must say that last year I thought someone had stolen my breasts. I was lying in bed and they were gone! As I jumped out of bed I was relieved to see that they had just been hiding in my armpits as I slept. Now I keep them hidden in my waistband.