Missin my sis

About now my sister is in Florida where it rains everyday at three and people sweat rivers. She is a married woman on her honeymoon. I am so happy for her. She found and married a really good man and I am so proud of them both. Last night I was pulling into my mom and dad's to pick my kids up and I realised that she wasn't going to be there. I have missed talking to her, going places with her, and just chilling at the house. I know she is having fun, and for that I am happy. Today is my birthday. One year my sis made me a card that said Hippy Bathday. I still have that card. A card built with love and my sister's happy-go-lucky style. We still say Hippy Bathday, I still think it all the time, even when people look at me like I'm crazy I just smile and say, "oh it's a family thing". I graduate nursing school friday. I am ready. I wish that my greatgrandmother could be here. I really wanted her to pin me. I know that she will be there in spirit even though she isn't here physically. Instead I will have my mom and kids pin me. I am so grateful to my parents for all of their support. They are truly wonderful people and I am so lucky to have them. I am so lucky to have them together. After graduation I will spend the next month studying my ass off for boards. I hope to do well. Both of my kids are doing great. They are enjoying their summer. Brenden will be nine tomorrow. I am really blessed to have two wonderful kiddos. Ok, that's enough. I'm going to bed now. Goodnight to all.

Free as a bird in a cage

Some things never change. I had an awesome post- all prepared in my head, now I have not the time nor the patience to write it down. It was an awesome post though.

Well... it sounded like a good idea in my head.

Surgical tweesers... check. Sharp sissors... check. Peroxide, Alcohol, Iodine... check, check, check. Towel, bowl, antibiotic ointment, bandages, tape... checks again.

Bad Idea- triple quadruple check.

I decided that I would become a master surgeon minus about eight years of school and five years of residency and extract a sliver of glass from the ball of my left foot. Said glass has been bothering the hell out of me off and on for about four years now. I had had enough. I set up my operating table and began. I began my removing the callous top layer of skin. No problem, no pain, it's tough. Next came the not-so callous layer... still not too bad. It hurt a little, but not unbearable. Finally I felt the little bastard piece of glass that had been lurking in my foot for almost half a decade. I know I felt it because it was a sharp piercing pain that made me want to say really bad words repeatedly. I drug my foot closer to my operation light (the kitchen window) and looked closely at the wound on my foot. No glass to be seen. I couldn't even see a translucent glimmer of glass. WELLL.... that means it must be there... I did deeper. I say more bad words and even try to jerk my foot out of my own hands. I am persistent. Cali says I am an overachiever. I did my best. I kept digging until I removed a teensy microscopic sliver of glass from my foot. It still hurts like hell. I decided to stop after twenty minutes. I soak my now throbbing bleeding foot in a nice vat of peroxide. When I was a kid peroxide didn't hurt. In fact I thought it was kind of cool that it fizzed when you poured it on a "boo boo". Screw that noise. Peroxide of my youth has been replaced with searing, burning, fizzling pain. I wanted to cry it hurt so bad. Because it hurt so bad and made me want to cry I had to bend and stretch my foot, which in turned stretched my poor surgical wound causing further pain. I did this because I was pissed at myself for hurting. Doesn't make much sense does it? Hurt myself more because I hurt? Go figure that one out. Now I'm sitting here, wanting to swim, but denying myself because of my jacked up foot that is wrapped in bandages oozing antibiotic ointment. I only hope that the little piece of glass was the only one and that my foot can heal and swimming can occur. Shit, walking without pain would be nice... I can wait on the swimming part. Sometimes I wonder about my great ideas.

The candle dims and goes black

Well, I made it through Devil Day with only minor injuries. I awoke Tuesday morning believing I was at Phillip's house. I went to turn off his alarm clock... on his dresser, which is where my fan is located at my house. I stuck my finger into the spinning blades thinking I was hitting the snooze button. WRONG! Time to wake up to screaming pain in my index finger. This devil fan is straight from the 1960's. This is not a lesser powered replica, oh no, this is the "don't put your fingers in the fan because it will cut your fingers off with it's metal blades" fan. This fan sounds like a freakin' jet engine and I put my damn finger in it! I disproved the "cutting off of fingers" theory. I escaped the devil fan with only a badly bruised fingertip. I get to work only to find out that I have to stay two hours late, whoohoo. I get a call that says I have to show up for Jury Duty.. double lovely. My lunch sucks, and what started out as a couple of itchy blisters on my ankle has now turned into a full body attack of poison ivy. The air conditioner does not work on my car which makes it buckets of sweaty, itchy fun driving places. I actually fixed my a/c last night, so that wasn't a problem today. Things are going ok. The kids are great. Whiny, but great. I am bitchy and tired, but good. Summer is here and I am happy.