So Tired...
Damn, I'm tired. The main hospital I cover opened up the new wing for materity and dog help me it was full. The unit is quite long now so it's a lot of walking to cover it. (some of the lazy nurses are complaining about walking from the nursery to the new wing as it's a tenth of a mile) I finally got home at 6:30 today. I'm tired, I'm going to go sit on the sofa and watch a movie and eat ice cream.
Saturday, November 12, 2005
Wednesday, November 09, 2005
Quizes To Fill Space!
Well doesn't that clearly illustrate my Texas education and the fact that ALL of my history classes from middle school through high school were taught by football coaches! Sheesh, I learned more about John Wayne movies than history in history class!
Hmmm good thing my hair is RED!
| You Failed the US Citizenship Test |
 Oops, you only got 4 out of 10 right! |
Well doesn't that clearly illustrate my Texas education and the fact that ALL of my history classes from middle school through high school were taught by football coaches! Sheesh, I learned more about John Wayne movies than history in history class!
| What Your Sleeping Position Says |
You are calm and rational. You are also giving and kind - a great friend. You are easy going and trusting. However, you are too sensible to fall for mind games. |
| Your Hair Should Be Red |
 Passionate, fiery, and sassy. You're a total smart aleck who's got the biggest personality around. |
Hmmm good thing my hair is RED!
| Your Birthdate: August 11 |
 Spiritual and thoughtful, you tend to take a step back from the world. You're very sensitive to what's going on around you, yet you remain calm. Although you are brilliant, it may take you a while to find your niche. Your creativity is supreme, but it sometimes makes it hard for you to get things done. Your strength: Your inner peace Your weakness: You get stuck in the clouds Your power color: Emerald Your power symbol: Leaf Your power month: November |
Tuesday, November 08, 2005
Pampered Chef Party Of Doom
So yeah, back to the Pampered Chef Party. Whysper took me and the Little People to Lady B’s for her Pampered Chef Party. I’m a total sucker for Pampered Chef stuff, actually ALL kitchen gadgety things really. I hadn’t been to a Pampered Chef party in a long time so I was excited to go and see all the new stuff they had to offer. Upon entering the party, the Little People made fast friends with the Pampered Chef consultant, bonding over their Polly Pocket dolls.
The party got underway and luckily the Consultant kept her talking to a minimum so as to allow us to try out all her neat gadgets. As she spoke I eyed something called ‘The Ultimate Slice & Grate’ or as I would soon learn ‘The Ultimate Finger Chopper’. I wanted to try it. It was one of the few items in the catalog that I had never tried out and damn I wanted to slice and grate! After the talking part was done, I made sure the Little People were involved in a non-lethal activity and headed to the kitchen for the sharp and pointy gadgets.
Upon spying my object of obsession I headed straight for it. I deftly grabbed a potato from the counter and attempted to put it onto the holder thingie. This was the first indication that I was not qualified to operate this item, I could not figure out exactly how to get the potato onto the holder thing the right way. Eventually (with the help of someone else) I got it attached and proceeded to grate that potato. Huzzah! Feeling a false sense of superiority over this gadget, I changed the blade from the grate blade to the deadly and super sharp SLICE blade. A fleeting feeling of foreboding and dread washed over me but was hastily replaced by childlike glee and utter abandon as I snagged another potato. Again I had trouble getting the vegetable onto the holder that’s (supposedly) designed to keep my digits safe and attached to my hand. Again, someone stepped into help my lameness and positioned my potato on the holder as I prepared to jump into danger with nary a thought to my safety. I awkwardly slid the potato down the board and deftly cut a large chunk of my thumb (through my damn nail) then turned to the hostess of the party and announced “I just cut myself.” Lady B got ointment and bandaids after I assured her that I was fine and proceeded to bleed into a paper towel. After maiming myself I was pretty much banned from any cutty-sharp type things. Probably for the best. Though I was now truly regretting that I had not taken off the dreadful chipped green nail polish prior to the party as now I quite certain that even holding the bottle of nail polish remover would cause me horrible burning pain.
Cabbage Patch showed her talent for chopping broccoli with the food chopper. And Super Girl showed her proficiency with the Citrus Press. I see a bright future in food service (and not McDonalds!) for them!
Anyway, my thumb is fine. It looks a little nasty, but it’s cool.
So yeah, back to the Pampered Chef Party. Whysper took me and the Little People to Lady B’s for her Pampered Chef Party. I’m a total sucker for Pampered Chef stuff, actually ALL kitchen gadgety things really. I hadn’t been to a Pampered Chef party in a long time so I was excited to go and see all the new stuff they had to offer. Upon entering the party, the Little People made fast friends with the Pampered Chef consultant, bonding over their Polly Pocket dolls.
The party got underway and luckily the Consultant kept her talking to a minimum so as to allow us to try out all her neat gadgets. As she spoke I eyed something called ‘The Ultimate Slice & Grate’ or as I would soon learn ‘The Ultimate Finger Chopper’. I wanted to try it. It was one of the few items in the catalog that I had never tried out and damn I wanted to slice and grate! After the talking part was done, I made sure the Little People were involved in a non-lethal activity and headed to the kitchen for the sharp and pointy gadgets.
Upon spying my object of obsession I headed straight for it. I deftly grabbed a potato from the counter and attempted to put it onto the holder thingie. This was the first indication that I was not qualified to operate this item, I could not figure out exactly how to get the potato onto the holder thing the right way. Eventually (with the help of someone else) I got it attached and proceeded to grate that potato. Huzzah! Feeling a false sense of superiority over this gadget, I changed the blade from the grate blade to the deadly and super sharp SLICE blade. A fleeting feeling of foreboding and dread washed over me but was hastily replaced by childlike glee and utter abandon as I snagged another potato. Again I had trouble getting the vegetable onto the holder that’s (supposedly) designed to keep my digits safe and attached to my hand. Again, someone stepped into help my lameness and positioned my potato on the holder as I prepared to jump into danger with nary a thought to my safety. I awkwardly slid the potato down the board and deftly cut a large chunk of my thumb (through my damn nail) then turned to the hostess of the party and announced “I just cut myself.” Lady B got ointment and bandaids after I assured her that I was fine and proceeded to bleed into a paper towel. After maiming myself I was pretty much banned from any cutty-sharp type things. Probably for the best. Though I was now truly regretting that I had not taken off the dreadful chipped green nail polish prior to the party as now I quite certain that even holding the bottle of nail polish remover would cause me horrible burning pain.
Cabbage Patch showed her talent for chopping broccoli with the food chopper. And Super Girl showed her proficiency with the Citrus Press. I see a bright future in food service (and not McDonalds!) for them!
Anyway, my thumb is fine. It looks a little nasty, but it’s cool.
I'm A Total Sell Out
Actually I'm just really lame for not posting. But here! Here is a Quiz! This is interactive BLOGGING! You too can participate by clicking the pretty link above and taking this test for yourself! Woohoo!
So much to write... So very much to write... Friday's Pampered Chef Party, my near amputation of my thumb on the VERY dangerous but soooo fucking cool kitchen gadget that even though I'd probably DIE from blood loss if I ever owned one, I must have a serious suicidal streak within me because I STIL WANT IT DAMN IT! Hell even if I couldn't safely use it (even with supervision) I could at least set it up as a home security system. Then the LONG day at work, and the party for father-in-law on Saturday (moved from sun) and the watching of Episode III (Yawn) then the WORKING on Sunday, fetching K from the gay political meeting, being told my Tiny Terrorists are so well behaved (yeah, that's when they plot their distruction) and having the lesbian not get my jokes. Then LAUNDRY! Yes LAUNDRY! Woohoo! LAUNDRY! I did LAUNDRY ALL FREAKING DAY yesterday! Wow. Maybe I need to back off on the fabric softener... I think the fumes are getting to me. And then of course preparing for closing weekend of TRF and ALL the work I have to do and camping with my friend, the Massage Therapist (YAY!!!!) and all that! And... hmm..... I guess I've posted then. I may elaborate later... or not..
| On Average, You Would Sell Out For |
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Actually I'm just really lame for not posting. But here! Here is a Quiz! This is interactive BLOGGING! You too can participate by clicking the pretty link above and taking this test for yourself! Woohoo!
So much to write... So very much to write... Friday's Pampered Chef Party, my near amputation of my thumb on the VERY dangerous but soooo fucking cool kitchen gadget that even though I'd probably DIE from blood loss if I ever owned one, I must have a serious suicidal streak within me because I STIL WANT IT DAMN IT! Hell even if I couldn't safely use it (even with supervision) I could at least set it up as a home security system. Then the LONG day at work, and the party for father-in-law on Saturday (moved from sun) and the watching of Episode III (Yawn) then the WORKING on Sunday, fetching K from the gay political meeting, being told my Tiny Terrorists are so well behaved (yeah, that's when they plot their distruction) and having the lesbian not get my jokes. Then LAUNDRY! Yes LAUNDRY! Woohoo! LAUNDRY! I did LAUNDRY ALL FREAKING DAY yesterday! Wow. Maybe I need to back off on the fabric softener... I think the fumes are getting to me. And then of course preparing for closing weekend of TRF and ALL the work I have to do and camping with my friend, the Massage Therapist (YAY!!!!) and all that! And... hmm..... I guess I've posted then. I may elaborate later... or not..
Monday, November 07, 2005
How To Make Whine...
Ask (demand) that your offspring put away the mountain of laundry that you've spent all day washing and folding. You would have thought I asked them to cut their own feet off with rusty butter knives! Sheesh. And the best part... when the oldest progeny stands on the stairs with a arm load of her own clothing and says petulently "What have you done?" As in why do I have to do all the work, what have you DONE all day? risking her very own existance but uttering such a statement. Ahhh and the emotional breakdown(her's not mine) over matching SOCKS is an added bonus. Who knew laundry would put the FUN back in disFUNctional!
Ask (demand) that your offspring put away the mountain of laundry that you've spent all day washing and folding. You would have thought I asked them to cut their own feet off with rusty butter knives! Sheesh. And the best part... when the oldest progeny stands on the stairs with a arm load of her own clothing and says petulently "What have you done?" As in why do I have to do all the work, what have you DONE all day? risking her very own existance but uttering such a statement. Ahhh and the emotional breakdown(her's not mine) over matching SOCKS is an added bonus. Who knew laundry would put the FUN back in disFUNctional!
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