Saturday, May 24, 2008

Team Nipper.

I woke up this morning, thinking about their laughs, his hugs & her oreo balls.  A year without seeing their faces & hugging their necks is not only too long, but totally wrong.  I miss them like something fierce.

Sunday, May 18, 2008

When it's 102 degrees outside...

We bust the blank babooshka dolls out (that we happen to have on hand)  & get creative.

While I think I'll keep my day job, I think my husband may have found his calling.  (Yeah, he did The Avengers.  Yup, he's a nerd & yes I think it's sexy.)

Friday, May 16, 2008

Because when stuff comes together...

It makes for a happy bride-to-be.

Let's do this.

Sunday, May 11, 2008


Last week was nurse appreciation week.  It was also teacher appreciation week, national postcard week, astronomy week, national wildflower week, & life coach week.

Let's face it I didn't even know it was nurses appreciation week until Friday, & that was only because my hospital gave us ice cream, a chopping board, & a 10 minute lecture about how our money can work for us (which the scuttlebutt is that last year they got massages, but with budget cuts and all...). 

So, here's to being able to hold our pee for at least 12 hours, sore feet, early joint replacements, back problems, anti-anxiety medication, dry hands, 5 minute lunches.  Let's celebrate the doctors who yell then ask what orders to write, the constant breaking of patient to nurse ratios, the weird color spot on our crocs, & the betadine stain on our scrubs.  Let's jump for joy at our job security & the depositions, the "great pay" & long hours.  Let's rejoice for waking up from sleep to silence the IV pump, or the drug addict we are feeding demerol, dilaudid, & morphine. Let's revel in the fact we listen to patient's whine all day & deal with overly demanding family members.

We do what we do because we love it, we are dedicated, we are passionate, we make a decision to get up in the morning and do it again and again, even if it means coming home achey & crying.

So,'re just going to thank a nurse for a week.  Humor us, thank us next week too.

Friday, May 9, 2008

Tuesday, May 6, 2008

Big Things Poppin'.

I call J up to hear her voice.

R: Hey, watcha doin'?
J: Driving from the mall, you?
R: Me too.
J: Just spent way to much at Victoria secret.
R: No shit, me too. My favorite bra broke this morning, so I had to replace it.
J: ME TOO! Then I went crazy on the underwear, which I don't need.
R: I know me too.

Crazy that we had the same exact afternoon? I guess so, although to us it's normal. This kind of stuff happens all the time, that's why she's my best friend. Mike and Ken, know with one comes the other, you can't separate us. It's a two for one deal, like it or leave it. Lucky for us they both decide to put up with our shenanigan's.

With that said, the countdown has officially begun, for the first of several weddings Ken & I are a part of this year. We're so excited & extremely honored. Also, we recieved quite possibly the best save the date card, ever.

So, heres to looking forward to seeing faces we've missed so much, long awaited hugs, delicious burrito bars, skate parties, & happily ever afters.

Giant Heart.

Two of my husbands favorite things.  Broccoli & a cold New Castle.  Both of which he couldn't have for 4 months, because of the medication he was on.  Now that his heart is beating normally he's officially off the medication that makes him a hemophiliac.  What does this all mean?  Less frequent doctors appointments & lab draws, long runs, cold beer, & little trees that make him feel like he's a giant.  
Makes for a more happy household.  

Monday, May 5, 2008

Column A & Column B.

Katie is obsessed with Disney PrincessesCinderella, Jasmine, Ariel, you name it she loves her. Her current favorite is Princess Giselle.  So, we're cuddle up on the couch watching Enchanted yet again, as Patrick Dempsey's character Robert is about to kiss Princess Giselle, my 3 year old niece looks up at me & tells me her favorite part is when the prince kisses the princess.  My heart melts & at the same time, I don't want her to find out that they aren't all princes.  Later, that evening, I'm telling my prince about it...his response:

"You need to show her What's Love Got To Do With It, so she can pick a little from column A & a little from Column B."

Only column A please, no column B.