One More Night

The lawn didn't get mowed this weekend. Sue me.

I'd love to sit down with the individuals or committee who decides hospital policy and procedure and have a candid dialoge on where they can take there meetings, three piece suits, star-bucks and SUV'S. The reality of it is, it is quite impossible to function at the bedside without cutting corners and being extremly profecient on time-management skills.

Worked with a pediatric nurse last night, who was barely able to hack it on the floor, and the kicker-she's been a nurse for 20+ years. Seriously, the Peds floor should be a closed unit, and this isn't the first example of why that should be so.

Tonight will be another wash-rinse-repeat version of the previous nights. Soon it will be over.

I discovered last night that I have a vacation day for my birthday. ROCK ON!!! Previouse years I have declined to take vacation because getting time off during the holiday season is impossible.... and this year, I have it off. KICK ASS!

I should finish off my cup of coffee and return to whense I came.. the bed.

Find a happy place. Find a Happy Place Find a Happy Place

There is something to be said when an 83 y.o. crazy bat wraps her head in toliet paper and pins with vintage bobby pins/clips prior to going to bed and after putting on clinique facial cream.

It makes me giggle.

Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing

Dr. Lector? Dr. Lector? Dr. Lector.

I concider myself to be a bizzare person, and henseforth have bizzare dreams. The last few have been even bizzaro for my own liking. From being attacked by bears in the woods (the Animal kind), and having my mom walk in on me watching DVD porn I got from Allan, which brings me to being in an apartment, taking someones prozac at the door with imyaj present, with Mr. Phat Borris Esq the first having an attitude problem, being covered with pillows, talking the English language, and biting me.

Woke up this afternoon dazed and confused, and managed to productively do nothing for the rest of the day. It rained. Didn't mow the grass.

Next weekend should prove to be quite interesting, to say the least. There has been confirmation that Natchitoches, own Janice Van Meter will be attending. Although she is no Madonna, I'm sure that her sure presence alone will turn some heads, which is just the right type of mixture we like for a cocktail party......

Which, reminds me, with all the running around and wedding nonsense this weekend, I have to put my panties in high gear if I'm going to be at all ready for "Shelby's" reception!!!