blog no more

Ok, you can find me on myspace (but you have to have an account cuz mine's private since I don't want just anyone looking at pictures of my new puppy or reading crazy comments from my friends and stuff).

I really have nothing left to say. I could sit and bitch about how the only men I love are my son and my dad (and Gary) or how friends come and go and how I've wasted the last 3 years of my life trusting someone who obviously has absolutely no respect for me whatsoever and how I got to catch my first baby the other day but really, don't I just tell all of you all these things over coffee and drinks and asparagus anyway?

And anyway, awhile back, I really did lose my muse. And those of you who read this, well...I think you're in my top friends, so we'll be ok.

So myspace it is (for now) until I give up my computer completely and go do nurse-type things on a boat in Brazil.

Love you all.

just torturing myself a little...

Los ninos and I checked out the newly opened New York Deli (just around the corner from our new casa) for dinner tonight. It was fun...I've never been to NYC so I have no idea how it compares, but I've frequented Jewish delis in Detroit, so I'm not a total virgin. There were tons of pictures of the Manhattan skyline, the Brooklyn Bridge, the World Trade Center from like 17,000 different angles, and the New York Yankees. All Kaela talked about was how she dreams about the Empire State Building al the time and how she can't wait to move there, and Zack just sat and begged to go on a big apple vacation. I'm not sure hot pastrami on rye and kosher dills is worth listening to the 10 year-olds jones for NYC (especially given my New York state of going out of my mind recently), but maybe we could move there and open a red or green New Mexican joint off of Wall Street or something...

Hey Meg, maybe that could be your new business venture, and then you could go live in Chelsea, shop on Fifth Avenue, and go see musicals on Broadway like 3 times a week. (Maybe we should make that part of the 10-year plan?)

Quote of last night: "I went out on a date with someone I met on Myspace. How 14 is THAT?" ---Meg...true my little teenage wannabe, but may I point out that at least you find people, on Myspace or not, you're interested in dating?

let it bee

Ok, so I'd like to take a moment to commend my daughter who made the school-wide spelling bee. Every year since first grade she's either come in 3rd or been an alternate, but not this year, nope.

(I'd also like to thank 2 of my BFFs who took the news really well that the spelling bee happens to fall smack dab in the middle of their graduation ceremony, and were totally cool with the fact that I needed to change my plans.)

So much to look forward to...

Days til Hanukah: 7
Days til my birthday: 15
Days til Meg's birthday: 16
Days til the spelling bee: 17
Days til the band concert: 21
Days til New Years Eve: 34
Days til my next Springsteen concert: who the fuck knows, as Sylvia Buchman (aka my mother) refuses to sit anywhere but in 4 sections totally close to the stage as long as they're below row J...yeah, right, I'll just snap my fingers and make that happen (but Zack has proposed that we drive to Dallas, and I'm not completely opposed...)

38. snow

Or can I replace Robb's internet one with snow? Cuz right now I wonder why I even check my email anymore, just sadness and bad news all around. And then I watch this person who I used to be so close to who is just gone, has moved on, without a thought or a care, and I can't say a quick "hey" or look forward to next time or join in the game cuz there's some Texas high school fuckhead already there and he doesn't want me to anyway; no, I can't do anything about it...just like Kathryn, he's strategically made it so I can't talk to him, really without a good enough explanation at all. Thanks, both of you. That's just awesome.

So tell me...all you wise, non-broken-hearted people out there...why is it that we open ourselves up to people, basically hand over our hearts willingly...thus giving them the power to completely destroy us, yet trusting that they won't? I swore I'd never trust anyone like that after the last time, and I did it anyway...I couldn't help it, I fell in love. But never, ever again.

37 things...

Ok, to off-set Meg's list (that no one saw)(but still, I did)(and it was awesome)(especially #26) of 37 reasons why this hetox thing is good for me, I'm making a list of some things that I'm thankful for on this Thanksgiving day. Feel free to add to it or to write your own parallel thankfulblog.

1. My kids cuz for the most part they're awesome
2. Exhub cuz I don't cook, clean, or do laundry anymore (including today, and he's better at it anyway)
3. My dogs cuz they're cute and sweet and cuddly
4. My awesome friends (especially those who rush to coffee or sushi with me when I need them or just cuz it's fun and write lists of 37 reasons why I'm better off and then tell me those things continuously while consuming sweet drinks, lusting over taken people I can't seem to not crush on, and singing bad karaoke)
5. My parents for like a bazillion reasons (that's a whole blog in itself, to steal from Robb, I guess)
6. My degree...financial stability is a nice load off my mind
7. My new job is monumentally better than my old one
8. Peju winery, who only requires that I have a valid credit card to mail me cases of wine
9. Thanksgiving, for having a day off and a reason to drink a whole bunch of that wine
10. My new house
11. My mother (again) for conceiving me on St. Patrick's Day and not some other random holiday thus making me a Sagittarius
12. All my old California friends who write me great emails and put me up in paradise-like locales when I come visit
13. Gary and Shannon for being like the model everything
14. 3 bathrooms
15. My kids extracurricular activities center around band, art, creative writing, reading, baseball and rock and roll, and not alcohol, drugs, and sex.
16. Pam and Ardith, the Abq cousins, and Uncle David for being the nonjudgmental, completely accepting, whatever you do is fine with me and I'm gonna love you and hang out with you anyway part of the family
17. Bubble wrap cuz it's making my kids really happy right now
18. My preceptor and new friend Jessica for hiring me, being an awesome nurse, and just being an all-around awesome person
19. Just the thought of Hillary for President...
20. My ex BEMFF who turned me on to Springsteen and convinced me to go see him live, which ended up (besides the Indigo Girls) being the 2 best live shows I've ever seen, including countless other things...(I still miss him)
21. Did I mention the wine already?
22. Shenoa and Radha, you know why
23. Colin, we need to go gamble sometime and then I'll be even more thankful
24. A friend in St. Louis for showing me that people besides me actually don't always just stay for the kids
25. Sammie, Ari, KAH, Nikki, Whitny, and Kim for making my old job just not bad enough to completely leave
26. Divorce, cuz marriage is like a jail cell (sorry exhub, but this is way more fun)
27. Ok, freedom and stuff...but I still can't draw a direct line to how the troops are doing that for me....but whatever, freedom (not into jail cells, see #26)
28. The trampoline
29. Julie at work who didn't schedule me on my birthday, Meg's birthday, or Thais and Ari's graduation
30. My mom (again) for forgetting how old she really is and being really excited about going to see Springsteen with me and Meg on St. Patrick's Day (hmmm...my mother and St. Patrick's Day is a recurring theme here, no?)
31. KAH, for making sure everything's ok, cuz I really can't
32. Sears, for my new lawnmower
33. Hank, for making really good drinks and cutting me off when I ask her to
34. Myspace for allowing me to reconnect with some old friends and family
35. All the nice people in my life who do wonderful things for and with me
36. The OB resident who convinced me that I really needed to go work in L&D
37. Exhub just opened another bottle of wine

And I didn't even touch on things like indoor plumbing, running water, sunrises and sunsets!

what a shitty day

As I walk away
I look over my shoulder
To see what I'm leaving behind

Pieces of puzzles
And wishes on eyelashes fail

Oh
How do I show all the love
Inside my heart

Well this is all new
And I'm feeling my way through the dark

And I used to talk
With honest conviction
Of how I predicted my world
I'm gonna leave it to star gazers
Tell me what your telescope says

Oh what is in store for me now
It's coming apart

I know that it's true
'cause I'm feeling my way through the dark

Try to find a light on somewhere
Try to find a light on somewhere
I'm finding I'm falling in love with the dark over here

Oh oh what do I know I don't care
Where I start

For my troubles are few
As I'm feeling my way through the dark
Through the dark
I'm feeling my way through the dark

the magic 8 ball is still packed away, so...

Like any uncharted territory
I must seem greatly intriguing
You speak of my love like
You have experienced love like mine before
But this is not allowed
You're uninvited
An unfortunate slight

I'm resorting to Free Will Astrology and my Chinese Horoscope (courtesy of Meg's myspace) to figure things out. As usual, Rob Brezsny is right on target with my heartwrenching, tragically sad hetox, and my Chinese Horoscope not only told me who I love, but what song makes me think about him, and what is my own theme song right now.

Trippy.

I'm telling all y'all...check out your Free Will horoscope or your Chinese horoscope. Cuz if you're where I'm at...where nothing (well, nothing related to matters of the heart) makes sense...oh, these 2 little gems will help you put it all together.

And if that doesn't work, there's always red wine.

getting by

Your pride has built a wall, so strong
That I can't get through
Is there really no chance
To start once again
I'm loving you

Yeah, yeah. Life's ok right now except that my favorite at-work radio station has begun playing only Christmas songs and it's only November 15th. They could at least let us get through turkey and stuffing and trying to figure out what we're thankful for before we're subjected to bells and holly and jolly and shit.

I had parent-teacher conferences this week which is always scary cuz it reminds me of getting called into the principal's office (or the boss' office), but apparently my children are model 5th graders and their stellar grades and behavior make me want to get one of those bumper stickers that says "my kid is monumentally cooler than your honor student." I'll resist, but celebrations are in order. Thank god I'm doing something right...

I hope everyone's getting by. Well, almost everyone. I don't think anyone should be getting by (or happier) without me (unless you've blogged mean things about me or we've had a falling out or something). But, no way are you happier without me.

How many days til Thanksgiving: 6
How many days til Hanukah: 19
How many days til my birthday: 26
How many days til Meg's birthday: 27
How many days til the band concert: 32
How many days til my hot New Year's Eve date: 45
How many days til my next Springsteen concert: 122
Number of strong drinks I need to consume to sing like an 80s hairband uber rocker: like 40
Most ridiculous overheard kid conversation I just heard: "Zack, you want to come jump on the trampoline with me?" "No Kaela, I'm folding laundry. And here, I have some clothes for you."

That can't really be MY kid...

none of this has happened yet

The groundskeeper opened the gates
And let the wild dogs run

Ok, so since I get all bitchy around the holidays, I thought I'd make a list of things I have to look forward to so I could read it and remind myself that life is ok not only because I have the 2 cutest dogs in the world but because there are good things happening as well. Anyway...

1. My birthday, Meg's birthday, and Radha's birthday are all within 3 days of each other (like there aren't going to be plenty of festivities during THAT week)...

2. 5th grade band concert is in just a few weeks...

3. My walls are no longer all white and I have painting momentum...

4. I get to go home again for another visit with the family in mid March...

5. Both Wednesday and Sunday nights are gonna be so fun...

6. I have the hottest New Year's Eve date in the Abq metro area (which by the way includes Rio Rancho, Belen, Los Lunas, and the East Mountains) (and I'm gonna wear THAT shirt)...

7. I get to be a Labor & Delivery nurse in 6 hours...

moving on

At the end of every hard earned day
People find some reason to believe

Well, I'm still in the middle of hetox but I'm on the other side and I'm doing well. Apparently the chocolate I used to replace him has helped, and starting my new job this week was a positive distractor as well. It also works for me that I am somewhat in denial that he is actually gone and will be happy when he gets his head out of his ass and comes back. But hey, whatever gets me through the day, right?

Anyway...

Yesterday my preceptor, Jessica, who has only been a nurse for a year, calmly and flawlessly delivered our patient's baby when the midwife was unavailable while charting, taking care of the baby, baking brownies, reapplying her make-up, playing monopoly with her kids (and winning), myspacing, and solving world peace.

I love Labor and Delivery.

puppy love part deux

Now I get the "He is nothing but love in a rapidly growing furry body with sharp teeth" thing.

conversation of the decade

Sammie: Jason says I can never watch "Ellen" anymore cuz he thinks I have the hots for her.
Me: Do you have the hots for her?
Sammie: She is sooo cute.

apparently i'm really NOT fucked

So tonight at work the groovy nurse did handwriting analysis. (It was a slow night.) Apparently she can tell by the way we wrote one sentence if we had had sex in the past day or two. She was about 95% right.

I need to get a new talent. Cuz that is pretty amazing.

happy halloween!

How come the mummy had no friends?










Cuz he was all wrapped up in himself.

the newest addition to the family

passing the time

Thank god I got a real job and moved and am no longer a channel-challenged nursing student. We, overnight, increased our channels by 2600%. No lie (Hannah even just confirmed that with her calculator). Anyway, I haven't been home much except to sleep in the past few weeks with vacationing and working and all, but last night I couldn't sleep and found myself curled up on my new couch thinking I'd find some chick flick or something to take my mind off my crappy week and what did I end up stuck on?

Jackass.

I will admit that I remember when MTV just played videos (I actually saw the very first video ever, "Video Killed the Radio Star," when MTV premiered). And everyone is bitching (including Justin Timberlake who apparently wants to start his own MTV-type ripoff channel so he can just play videos) about MTV not playing videos anymore and only having series and specials and stuff. But come on...I'd pick Jackass any day over watching Gwen Stefani or J Lo or Shakira dance on a pole or grind on a guy and sing a song I've heard on the radio 4,000 times at work the night before.

Check it out...I lasted 3 episodes and haven't laughed that hard in weeks. Just don't try it at home.

can this all please just be over already?

It's amazing how you can be cruising along just doing the life thing, hanging with 10 year-olds, spending time with friends, traveling to US cities for exciting adventures, enjoying the simple pleasures of life that we all become accustomed to and then suddenly with no warning or explanation people say or do things and those little things can just knock the wind out of you.

I went home on Sunday to hang out with my family and then spent the evening at a Springsteen concert in Chicago. Afterwards as Meg and I sat outside and chatted into the wee hours of the morning on a beautiful, crisp fall night, I told her that it had been one of the best days I'd had in a long time. I should learn to keep my mouth shut because whenever I say that, the next day turns into shit. Quickly. And without fail.

I can't decide what's worse: hearing that someone said my heart just isn't in something that I've been so completely committed to, or hearing someone tell me their heart isn't into something anymore even though my heart completely is. Both of those things happened to me this week.

Makes me not want to invest my time, energy, or heart in much. Thais says that these are all learning experiences and that I will do it all again someday, but I just think I've had enough for awhile. It is incredible how certain people that we connect with can cause such happiness and also such indescribable sadness.














How much I love and miss Lake Michigan: a whole bunch
How many times during my trip home I thought about moving back: countless
How many trips I need to make to Chicago or Milwaukee during the winter to remind me how crazy that would be: 1
Days til I start my new job: 10
Days til Hanukah: 40
Days til my birthday: 47
Days til 2008: 66
How many mortgage payments I've made: 1
How many days til my next big adventure: Meg?

to those of you who don't believe

Apparently the magic 8 ball is right....

My weekly horoscope, which as many of you know I take very seriously, is extremely timely and fitting in my life right now. I deleted the Latin stuff (cuz, well who speaks Latin so who cares?) but this is the gist of it...

...Since your imminent future will require you to be elegant, high-minded, august, and in possession of gravitas -- even if people you deal with aren't any of those things -- I'll provide you with Latin phrases to fit the kinds of situations you may find yourself in.

(1) What is natural cannot be bad.
(2) He who does not advance, goes backwards.
(3) What's food to some is poison to others.
(4) With great pleasure.
(5) I did call. Maybe your answering machine is broken.
(6) Show me the money!
(7) How do you get your hair to do that?

One more time, just for kicks...

Me: Am I gonna get this job?
The magic 8 ball: Yes.

the (possible) newest addition to our family (aka ursula's potential lunch)

self-described idiotic quote of the day

"The only way it's gonna be gone is if you move it." ---exhub, as I was bitching to him and Zack about how much I hate moving and how there are so many other things I'd rather be doing today, like eating turkey legs at the balloon fiesta or taking a nap because I have to work tonight.

But when I came home from a 19-hour shift yesterday and saw that he and our neighbor had moved half the huge, heavy furniture without me, I remembered why I married him in the first place...

best news i've heard all week

Sammie is now Sammie, RN!

Congrats!!!!

life's a beach

See you all next week...

the return of the blue underwear

Me: Am I gonna get the job?
The Magic 8 Ball: It is certain.

I have an interview on October 11th. Think good thoughts...

home sweet home part deux

It is official. I am a homeowner.

a poll

If I ran for president, would you vote for me?

the pain of the waterdeutsche

So I realize I haven't written anything substantial in awhile...while Radha's writing about love and gratitude and Robb is meeting famousish people and Colin is dissing the Brewers, I've been living this crazy busy life of hanging with 2 high-energy 10 year-olds, buying a house, working way too many hours, and everything else in between. I thought when we graduated life was supposed to mellow out, not become more insane.

Then in the middle of it I had all this gloriousness that ended as quickly as it started, I got a really unsettling phone call from one of my managers at work, I inadequately took care of a mom whose baby died at 23 hours old, and I'm dealing, on a daily basis, with pre-teen angst. Where the hell is the owner's manual to all this stuff?

Sigh. Sometimes I wish I did drugs. Although, alcohol has been fun this past week, and if anyone wants to get together and drink, let me know.

The Blog Log (thankfully, I have some things to look forward to):

How many days til we close on the house: 3
How many days til we can start moving: 4
How many days til I leave for Florida: 7
How many days til the Springsteen concert: 30
How many of my twins might be extras in a movie that Radha's brother is making: 2
Number of times I will ever get involved with anyone who is a water sign ever again: 0 (this doesn't apply to Colin)
What the magic 8 ball says about the Brewers winning and the Cubs losing: It is decidedly so
On a scale of 0 to 10 with 0 being nada and 10 being mucho, how much love sucks: about a 12

one more thing from the concert

Quote of the night: "If we have to go see Barry Manilow, I get to drink." ---Sambone, on being the desginated driver

Quote of the day (yes, already): "Come sail away, come sail away, come sail away with meeee." ---a random email from an old friend.

I am going to see Styx and the Scorpions tonight, you know...

lending a hand (or an arm)

Just another day in the life of a nurse.

I would rather be a picnicking in South Carolina nurse than a mother baby nurse...maybe someday when I've racked up enough vacation. However, I will never swim in lakes where there are alligators.

oh what a difference a few hours make..

2 games? I don't think so. We're back to 1.

Kick back with a beer and a brat and enjoy the ride.

(Hey! Maybe we should go to the casino and figure out a way to bet on this over a Craps game?)

can you guess what this is?

the thing about the cubs and pagan pride

Oh please. The cubs can have the pinata as long as the Brew Crew gets the pennant.

The thing about Cubs fans...some Cubs fans anyway...is that they're not Cubs fans cuz they live in Chicago or they grew up there or their grandparents live there so when they were younger they used to go to Wrigley field all the time or they were a cub scout or they just really like cute little fuzzy bears. No. They're Cubs fans because it's COOL to like the Cubs. Like it's cool to like the Packers. Everywhere you go you see people wearing Packers stuff. Or cars with Packers bumper stickers. Cars with Virginia, Texas, even Chihuahua license plates with Packers and Cubs bumper stickers. Why? What is the draw to the Cubs?

(Oh...one draw to the Cubs is the fact that Mark Cuban might buy them. He's yummy, and part of the reason I love the Mavericks. So if that's your reason, I've got one word for you: understood.)

As of right now, the Brewers are a game ahead. I realize anything can happen with 20+ games left in the season, but I'm pulling for Milwaukee. I might be a fair weather Packer fan, but I'm a Brewer fan through and through.

Today Thais and the 10 year-olds and I ended up at Pagan Pride. Zack thought we said "pigeon" pride and was all set to worship birds. We looked at crystals and soaps and jewelry, bought beautiful clothes and essential oils, walked through a labyrinth, and had our tarot cards read. It was all very spiritually enlightening and cool.

Quote of the day: "You are traveling soon, and you are traveling to escape. But you cannot escape." ---the tarot card reader. Yeah, right. Watch me escape.

Michaela trying on a beautiful tiara while holding a duck (I have no idea why)







Michaela being all tough with a sword (right after that, the swordsman had to ask Zack to carefully put the biggest one back on the table before he hurt someone)




A goat named Marble...I have no idea why there were goats there, but they were quite cute

go brew crew!

Die, Cubs.

crappy luck

Yesterday Colin and I drove out to Sandia Casino before we had to pick up the 10 year-olds at school, spent 40 minutes at a Craps table, and walked away with 350% more than we started with.

Remember at the end when ALL your winnings were on the line? That freaked me out. Well, the whole thing freaked me out I guess.

I asked my dad why the house always wins at some point, and he said it's because the house never has to quit. So walking away was a good idea, because our supply of cash is not endless (and if I didn't show up at school CYFD might confiscate my twins due to their mother's gambling "problem").

Anyway, I need a new refrigerator, Colin. So...

home sweet home

If all goes as planned and nothing comes up in the inspection, this will be mine all mine in 14 days.

nine lessons learned this summer

Happy Labor Day! I can't believe summer is already pretty much over but i guess it sort of ended for us 3 weeks ago when the 10 year-olds started 5th grade. I had a fabulous summer, but I will admit that I did gain some knowledge as well, and not all were easy lessons to learn. So instead of writing a life list (a la Radha's blog), I'm going to write about the 9 lessons I learned this summer.

1. If you're looking for a house and you think you've found the perfect one, don't count on moving in until you actually have the keys in your hand. And it's ok to walk away from the deal cuz there's always another, better house around the corner.

2. If a friendship has run its course and makes you not feel good about yourself, it's ok to not fight for it and actually let it go. The ones that are worth it will eventually come back to you.

3. It is liberating to have exotic pets even if they freak you out, and even if your kids laugh at you and think you're silly, they still appreciate that you let said critters live under your roof. (However, running your hermit crabs under hot water to see "if they're still alive" is probably not a good thing.)

4. Kids are way more resilient than you think. And they have their own opinions, so don't forget to ask them instead of just assuming that they will feel a certain way about things.

5. Some people will say anything to try and get you in bed. If you wanna go, go. But don't do it simply cuz you believe what they say.

6. Forgiveness is a good thing.

7. I may bitch about them, but for the most part, I have awesome parents who would do pretty much anything for me or my kids. And probably for you, too.

8. People who cheat are always gonna cheat. So if someone cheats on their spouse/partner/whatever, the chances are pretty good they're gonna do it to the next person, too.

9. Be mindful of how you treat people when you first meet them. Because that person that you heard is the enemy or that you met in some completely random way (like over a cribbage game almost 3 years ago) might become your closest, most wonderfully fun and supportive friend ever.

kortney

Poem of the middle of the night:

Roses are red
Violets are blue
Kortney you're so hot
We all wanna make out with you

blissed out part deux

Well, my bliss from the last few weeks has waned (actually, it's pretty much gone, unfortunately). And I was so dreading coming into work tonight cuz too many nights in a row make for an unhappy nurse. Happily, there aren't a lot of places I'd rather be (work-related, that is) besides in the nursery with Sambo. And just my luck, that's where I am right now. Alllll night. For 12.5 hours.

I'm so happy you're back. But...

Candy is dander but liquor is quicker
You're freaking me out printing all those fucking stickers

Welcome back, Sammie. You're an awesome nursery tech.

bon voyage...

Finally...4 years of school is paying off. I've not 1 but 2 groovy vacations planned.

In September, you will (not) find me sitting on the beach in Florida drinking mai tais with no cell phone or computer in sight for 5 days.

In October, you can find me catching a Springsteen concert in the windy city.

In November, I plan to be rejuvenated.

The Blog Log...
Number of patients I have tonight: 7
How many different languages they speak: 3
How many of them speak: 4
How many days til Florida: 28
How many days til Chicago: 50

this is what's so cool about having kids

Zack: I love you
Me: I love you more
Zack: You always outsmart that with me

Makes no sense, but perfect sense at the same time.

fortunate

i'd like to take a moment to thank my friends...

Ok, so I've had an overload (not in a bad way at all) of friend time the past few days and I have to acknowledge, even when I think I'm out there on a limb by myself clinging to a branch made of shit that's unraveling and subsequently ready to crumble and it's like windy and raining and a tornado is about to hit even in New Mexico where besides the monsoons and the occasional snowstorm, we have no real weather, that I have fucking awesome friends.

And not the kind of friends that you have in high school (and sometimes later) where the only way you know you've fallen out is because they stop speaking to you, delete your phone number from their celly, or remove you from their top 8 friends on MySpace. Nuh uh. These are different friends.

(Oh...and as a side note...speaking of MySpace, what I'm enjoying most on there is not searching for old high school friends (cuz see above) but updating my mood emoticon. I've gone from curious to pensive to hopeful to peaceful to satisfied to cynical in like 4 days. That's the Sagittarius in me, I guess, and I figure I should embrace that or I'd just be bored all the time and then I'd never have the opportunity to change my mood anyway.)

Regardless... spending time with Mick yesterday looking for (and finding) a(nother) fabulous house began my unplanned therapy session. I love you, too, and I love that house, and I will think good thoughts about it even though at the moment I'm trying not to get too attached to anything. And Mick and I always have fun on our outings and do things like play with Barbie dolls and horses. Dinner last night with Radha was fantastic (you're fine, I promise) followed by my morning with Meg (although she had to endure my psychoses status post (and during, actually) phone conversations and email exchanges with he who shall remain nameless). An impromptu coffee date with Thais, who is actually just as fucked up as I am at the moment (I love you, and I say that lovingly, you know...) rounded it all up. And that was all after spending part of yesterday with a somewhat new-ish friend who is, in my opinion, just pretty damn awesome.

And now I'm looking forward to catching up with Colin. What more could I ask for today? Not much.

Thanks, all of you. Now...if only my heart rate would return to a respectable level from the 500 or so (give or take a few) that it's been since last Wednesday night and if I could actually sleep, everything would be perfect. Alas, one cannot ask for everything. So I'll just be happy with what I got.

Quote of the day: "It's not like I make out with any of my other guy friends." ---Thais....

a good friday

Congrats to Sammie and Hannah on graduating! Convocation was much shorter than ours and very nice, even if the keynote speaker had a difficult time pronouncing some words. And the company I had at the ceremony was, to quote Ari, not too shabby either.

May I reiterate from an earlier blog...it is interesting and also blows me away sometimes (ok, today) that the things that we maybe take for granted or don't really think are anything are really quite amazing. Maybe Dorothy was right when she decided not to go looking further than her own backyard.

I had a most lovely day.

florido

nevermind a ghost writer

Apparently I have nothing to blog these days except the funny things other people say. My life is consumed with 10 year-olds starting 5th grade (today!), work, househunting, trying not to feel like everyone's in between entertainment til they go home to their real lives, and applying to graduate school.

Although, I did hang out with a fabulous group of women this past weekend from all over the country, and it reaffirms my belief that, well, people can be fabulous.

Quote of the day: "Florence Nightingale, Carol Hathaway, Molly Pitcher......those bitches couldn't hold a Foley catheter to me." ---my friend Paul, when I asked him how, if he were me, he would start my intent letter for grad school.

What?

it doesn't get any more inappropriate than this

Quote of the shift: "I don't really want to work overtime here so I'm going to sell sex toys instead." ---Michelle, our new tech

most ridiculous conversation ever

Someone who shall remain nameless: What's peyote?
Me: It's a cactus
Jessie: Yeah, it's a succulent
Me: Haven't you ever seen Beavis and Butthead Do America?
Kathryn: Yes, I own that movie

And then we laughed so hard we cried. Our charge nurse hates us. I cannot believe you own that movie.

Funniest line from that movie: "I notice you have braces. I have braces too." ---Butthead, to Chelsea Clinton, trying to get her in bed.