I can dance like this....
Since the episode of modern family where Mitchell dances in a flash mob, I have been secretly wanting to be part of one. If only I could choreograph some sweet dance moves, then I could become the next Jackson Five, except I'm white and I'd be dancing by myself so I'd be the Smidt One. For some reason, that just doesn't sound as cool. Anyway, I came across this crazy video. Many of you are unaware that I can dance like this...I also have a pet unicorn.
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Friday, October 7, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
Just keep 'em alive till 7
I wrote this a few months ago after my first blog, never posted it, but thought I would since it's been saved on my phone for a long time. Right now, I'm on my 5th night shift in a row, only one more to go, hope I make it...
So it's night shift in the picu and I'm bored out of my mind. Just glad that its a quiet night so far...probably shouldn't have said that. Nurses are some of the most superstitious people on earth. Us and baseball players. You should never announce "its sure a quiet night tonight" because suddenly out of nowhere, you've got the next admit, your other patient had a poop blowout and they are finger painting with it. Oh for the love. The last few nights though have been horribly slow. I swear I've had the healthiest kids on the unit, as you can tell by the fact I have time to write this blog from my touch phone. Just staying awake until 7 is my goal for the night. That is always the goal...making it until 7. Whether it's keeping your patient alive or you staying alive. . I guess it could be worse...it could be one of those nights that you are not only hoping that your patient doesn't have the dreaded blowout, but that you don't get caught with everyone staring at you because your head just hit the desk in front of you due to exhaustion. Of course not all nights are like this, some are filled with adrenaline and you don't stop running until you pass on the buck during report for the next shift. My job as a nurse never stays dull and is always changing. Oh I love my job. Just keep 'em alive till 7
So it's night shift in the picu and I'm bored out of my mind. Just glad that its a quiet night so far...probably shouldn't have said that. Nurses are some of the most superstitious people on earth. Us and baseball players. You should never announce "its sure a quiet night tonight" because suddenly out of nowhere, you've got the next admit, your other patient had a poop blowout and they are finger painting with it. Oh for the love. The last few nights though have been horribly slow. I swear I've had the healthiest kids on the unit, as you can tell by the fact I have time to write this blog from my touch phone. Just staying awake until 7 is my goal for the night. That is always the goal...making it until 7. Whether it's keeping your patient alive or you staying alive. . I guess it could be worse...it could be one of those nights that you are not only hoping that your patient doesn't have the dreaded blowout, but that you don't get caught with everyone staring at you because your head just hit the desk in front of you due to exhaustion. Of course not all nights are like this, some are filled with adrenaline and you don't stop running until you pass on the buck during report for the next shift. My job as a nurse never stays dull and is always changing. Oh I love my job. Just keep 'em alive till 7
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Thursday, October 28, 2010
Life's Not Square
In an attempt to continue making our house beautiful and organized(still a long time coming), Ryan got to putting up some shelving. The shelves were placed in a little awkward space in a room which hopefully will soon be our office/entertainment room. Upon the first attempts to get the shelves level and in place, Ryan came out to me in frustration and exclaimed "Why can't anything in this house be square?!" We have run into this problem more than once, or should I say a hundred times, while working in our fixer-upper of a home...wall corners aren't square, studs aren't in places where we need an anchor, floors aren't level, paint isn't sticking to walls, windows won't shut, grass won't grow, lights don't switch, plugs won't operate, drains won't drain, not enough counterspace, not enough money, not enough brains...the list goes on. Basically in the last year, we've found that life doesn't come square, but if you take it one dried up paintbrush(woops) at a time, then you'll eventually make it. The more pitfalls you make it out alive, the more you learn and the more levels you move up the handyman ladder. Ryan is already a level 3(or so we've labeled it)..in reading this to him, he got his sad face and says to me..."I'm only a 3?" yes Ryan you are only a 3....we still have many years to come. All in all we're thriving not merely surviving, and we're loving this little home we are creating. Life is not square but with a little help, you learn it doesn't matter, there's always a way around the problem and someone who can help you out...and some day, maybe soon, you'll be a level 4.
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