tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-85930198126680279012024-03-13T20:32:55.633-07:00Stephanie's Boring LifeJust a normal small-town woman, trying to make it through life somewhat unscathed and mentally stable.Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.comBlogger21125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-85374176389060282612009-09-01T19:55:00.000-07:002009-09-01T20:05:09.642-07:00Ice Cream<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/Sp3fMrEVqiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ENSq2teJSSg/s1600-h/ice%2520cream.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5376698938962586146" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/Sp3fMrEVqiI/AAAAAAAAAGA/ENSq2teJSSg/s320/ice%2520cream.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>Why the hell, on the 3rd day of my diet, does everyone and thier dog have to talk about ICE CREAM??? Specifically, Blizzards, which is one of my favorite ways to have ICE CREAM! This sucks ass! This is why I can't ever go through with a diet. So far, I've managed to resist, but still, I was crying. I hate it! </p><p>So, now that I'm done whining, I am down by 2 pounds from yesterday, and probably close to 5 total, unsure as my scale a home doesn't work, so I'm having to only use the one at work. Oh well, maybe it'll be good news next Tuesday since I won't be able to weigh after Thursday. I'm hoping for some loss. </p><p>I need to drop a lot. My final goal right now is 100 pounds. Anything gone daily or weekly is a plus. I really hope I can make it work. I can't deal with being fat anymore. I've wasted too much of my life being fat, I need this change. </p><p>Well, on this dark note, I'm going to the gym.</p>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-76391464440419613032009-08-03T22:33:00.000-07:002009-08-03T22:43:57.055-07:00I'm so READY!<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SnfIq369XgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aVz3lOrzi9Q/s1600-h/Pacific+City+Trip+2009+151.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5365978119926537730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SnfIq369XgI/AAAAAAAAAF4/aVz3lOrzi9Q/s320/Pacific+City+Trip+2009+151.jpg" border="0" /></a> I am so damn ready for Vacation! I need a break from my life! I'm not really liking my job so much right now. Not so much my job, but some of the people I'm working with, and some of the crap they are having us do now. As if we didn't have enough on our plates already. I'm just done. Ready to go back to PIC if that's what it takes to make me like my job again.<br /><br />But, thankfully, I get an entire week off. I think I'm going to shut my phone off and only have it on long enough for Bryson t call his dad from the coast! I'm so stoked to be going back to my favorite place in the world! The Oregon Coast. Know a ton of people who hate it, but that's what I grew up with, and it's the coast I love. It's going to just be my mom, Bryson and myself. Talk about some time to relax! Whoo!<br /><div> </div><div>I am so glad that I joined the gym! I'm loving how I feel after I go work out. And, what a great way to relieve stress after a crappy day at work! LOVE IT! </div><div> </div><div>Well, just downloading music so I have some new stuff to listen too! Chao</div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-27327513990829784542009-08-03T22:26:00.000-07:002009-08-03T22:27:15.734-07:00Just LyricsHey baby girl,I’ve been watching you all day(all day, all day, all day)Man that thing you got behindYou is amazing (amazing, amazing, amazing)You make me want to take you out and let it rain(let it rain, let it rain, let ir rain)I know you got a man but this is what you should say<br />Why don’t you tell him thatI’m leavin’ never lookin back againYou found somebody who does it better than he canNo more making you cry, no more them gray skiesGirl we flying on the G5 G5And I’m leavin’ never lookin back again…So call your shawty you tell him you found a new manThe one who’s so so flyThe one that keep you highHave you singing all night night nightOh oh oh, Oh oh oh, yeah, manShe going to be sayin’Oh oh oh oh, Oh oh oh oh,<br />Now if I talk it girl,You know that I will walk it out(walk it out, walk it out, walk it out)Man I’ll put my money (money)where my mouth is (mouth, mouth, mouth)Cause you the baddest little thingThat I’ve ever seen (ever seen, ever seen, ever seen)So Ima ask you one time if you got a man<br />Why don’t you tell himThat I’m leavin’ never lookin back againYou found somebody who does it better than he canNo more making you cry, no more them gray skiesGirl we flying on a G5 G5And I’m leavin’ never lookin back againSo call your shawty you tell him you found a new manThe one who’s so so flyThe one that keep you highHave you singing all night night nightOh oh oh, Oh oh oh man she going to be sayin’Oh oh oh oh, She going to be sayin’Oh, She going to be sayin’She going to be sayin’Oh, going to be sayin’<br />Don’t stress, don’t stress, don’t stressJust tell him to the left left leftDon’t stress, don’t stress, don’t stressCause we gone & we gone & we goneNo stress, no stress, no stressGirl you deserve nothing but the bestNo stress, no stress, no stressGirl you need to tell himThat I’m leavin’ never lookin back againYou found somebody who does it better than he canNo more making you cry, no more them gray skiesGirl we flying on a G5 G5And I’m leavin’ never lookin back again…So call your shawty you tell him you found a new manThe one who’s so so flyThe one that keep you highHave you singing all night night nightOh oh oh, Oh oh oh man she going to be sayin’Oh oh oh oh, Oh oh ohMan she going to be sayin’She going to be sayin’She going to be sayin’Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-15730932582973236142009-02-04T15:38:00.000-08:002009-02-04T16:11:46.729-08:00So bored.....<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SYouu-kOFoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/oU7Iltw8q3I/s1600-h/1.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5299099296158586498" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 217px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SYouu-kOFoI/AAAAAAAAAFI/oU7Iltw8q3I/s320/1.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div>Ok, this boredom is horrid! I need something to spice up my life.....like a totally hot guy! lol Just kidding. Probably wouldn't know what to do with one if he showed, but it's a nice dream anyway!<br /><br />Totally forgot to grab some Pristq last week, so by Sunday I had run out. Then I forgot once again Monday and Tuesday to pick some up. After 3 days without meds, I am so far out of whack, it's not even funny. I am the Pissy Bitch today. I want to just scream at people for even talking to mel, let alone ask me to do anything for them. Totally unjustified as they are all the nice ones and not being jerks about anything. So far, I've managed to keep my trap shut and not holler at anyone today, and as I have only 1/2 hour left, I think I may have succeeded in making through my day without being mean to anyone. Now, if only I can deal with a 4 year old all evening without blowing up.........<br /><br />Did our taxes yesterday and today. Now just waiting on IRS acceptance. Blah blah blah. Need that to go through quickly so we can get our refund ASAP!!!!! We have to get a vehicle SOON! My brother comes back in just over a month, and he's gonna want his ride back, so we'll be up shit creek without a paddle if this takes longer than that! Not a good thing. Shit stinks.<br /><br />Then we have to find something to drive around in. My biggest fears are that we'll end up in a hoopty wagon, or we'll get something that is falling apart and has to be repaird every other day. With all this crap going on, it's a wonder I sleep at night. Add that to the fact that I'm GAINING weight, and we have no money, and well we have a great equation that adds up to DEPRESSION!! And I wonder why I don't want to ever get out of bed in the mornings......<br /><br />Well, guess I'll quit wallowing in my pool of self-pity and kill some time looking at rigs online until I have to leave to pick up Bryson.<br /><br />Chao.</div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-13562077228909150602009-01-29T15:22:00.000-08:002009-01-29T15:28:56.286-08:00Caution: work and boredom do not mix well!!<a href="http://americancopywriter.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/03/05/sleep.jpg"><img style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 413px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 310px" alt="" src="http://americancopywriter.typepad.com/photos/uncategorized/2008/03/05/sleep.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>This is how I am about to spend my day, as I haven't got much of anything to do! Might as well catch a few zzzz's while I'm bored out of my mind!</div><div></div><div>I did have a project to work on, and that helped to while away the down time here at good ol PICMC. However, my project is done until I have time to spend with the boss lady so she can show me how I am to do the next portion of the project. Which could be never, since I, being extremely lucky, get to help train the 2 new MA's we are getting in the next 2 weeks. Guess I'll have to go back to my first plan of sleeping at my desk lol. </div><div></div><div>So, I have decided that if I were required to live somewhere that was gray all the time, as it was here the last 2 weeks or so, I would be come a homicidal maniac. Depression mixed with having to deal with too many stupid people is not a good combination. And, as I am not Suicidal in my Depression....that leaves only Homicide. Ahhh, well....we need to clean out the gene pool of our society anyhow. </div><div></div><div>Well, off to find some more fun and exciting things to do here to kill a few more hours. May not even have to come in tomorrow, since they don't want anyone having OT. Too bad....breaks my heart....NOT!</div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-91288282898687624022009-01-09T12:18:00.001-08:002009-01-09T12:27:07.189-08:00Irritation<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SWexh4zNWaI/AAAAAAAAADo/B4-w9JOpDH8/s1600-h/irritation.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5289391483110906274" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 300px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 251px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SWexh4zNWaI/AAAAAAAAADo/B4-w9JOpDH8/s320/irritation.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><p>Ok, see the lions baring their teeth?? That's how I'm feeling right about now. I'm stuck working for an office nurse who just HAD to leave becuase her daughter got immunizations yesterday and is now running a fever. Helloooooo......normal....Get over yourself. She has her 8month old at the doctor at least once a week. Give the kid a chance to chase off a runny nose by herself for once. Ridiculous! </p><p>And the drama....oh-my-god! Get a freaking daycare that's licensed and maybe you won't have so many freaking problems!!!! And, while we all nod and smile, we really don't care about your issues, so keep them to yourself! </p><p> </p><p>Wich I could bring myself to say that, but I'm too weenie, plus I'd like to keep my job, not that I'm liking it at the moment, but hey. No, instead I just not and smile and do the bullshit job that I don't want to do today. Thank goodness for Rich and Rachel. They are lifesavers. Rich did 2 ear irrigations for me today and Rachel told me to let her know if I needed any help even if they are busy down on PIC. At this moment, I love them both!</p><p> </p><p>And, where the heck is lunch??? We are supposed to be getting Mandarin House. Is it here? No. Why not? All us ferocious beasties at PICMC are freaking hungry! Before you know it, we may have to start gnawing on someones arm! Not really. There's no one here who looks all the delicious to me! lol. Ok I better git before someone thinks I'm not doing my job! Chao!</p>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-58117462017901638462008-12-29T13:42:00.000-08:002008-12-29T13:54:22.807-08:00Now that my work is caught up.....<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SVlGWEVVs9I/AAAAAAAAADg/c6uriFRi6ZQ/s1600-h/1.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5285332982630298578" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 297px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SVlGWEVVs9I/AAAAAAAAADg/c6uriFRi6ZQ/s320/1.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div>K, we all need some humor in our lives now and again. Found this, supposed to be on a t-shirt, thought it was dorky enough for the blog peeps. LOL </div><div> </div><div>So, had a good Christmas. Too busy, but then what's new there. I really can't wait until Todd and I get a nice big place and we can just do Christmas at our house and not have to go 20 places! </div><div> </div><div>Bryson's gone for the week. I miss the little stinker!!! But, it is nice to have a little break too. Todd and I needed some time to ourselves. </div><div> </div><div>Well, that catches you up on my life. Yup it's like the title...boring. Lata</div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-23892825484523749542008-12-23T13:02:00.001-08:002008-12-23T13:02:51.645-08:00F-ing BullshitToo much drama. I want to go home.Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-29157005247280672412008-12-22T12:54:00.000-08:002008-12-22T13:04:15.474-08:00Boredom<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SU_-3EgTwII/AAAAAAAAADY/IuoUYf1FhE0/s1600-h/Snowflake_300h.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5282721109984395394" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 273px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SU_-3EgTwII/AAAAAAAAADY/IuoUYf1FhE0/s320/Snowflake_300h.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><p>I am so bored here at work today! It has been an insane day for me. I am scheduled to be on PIC until 5pm, and helping train the new/return worker on the new system. Then I've been putting away the deliveries, and helping get the order ready for the week, since Jami is out with a broken ankle. Ahhhhhhhh.....crazytimes. And I came this close to falling down the stairs! Cuz I am THAT talented! Lol fun times. </p><p></p><p>We have something like 18 inches of snow now. It's pretty and all, but it's cold wet and irritating! At least we'll have a White Christmas, and it's good for the summer what with all the "drought" conditions we've had over the last couple years. </p><p></p><p>Our washing machine went ka-put over the weekend. So, now we have to go out to Aaron's tonight to see about getting a new washer and dryer, since our dryer takes like 4 hours to dry one load of laundry. And that's on a good day! So, since all I've had since moving out on my own is hand-me-down stuff, we are getting something new and nice! I want a front loader combo, maybe with steam. Kinda depends on what the payments will be, but if we are buying somethine new, might as well get what I really want. Right?????</p><p></p><p>Ok, well I'm off to pretend to do some work for the next 4 hours until I get to leave. Chao</p>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-48128456501378541002008-12-17T11:49:00.000-08:002008-12-17T11:53:19.320-08:00Secret Santa<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SUlXvxX8wvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CmWzaHGTG-Y/s1600-h/tree.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280848516287873778" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SUlXvxX8wvI/AAAAAAAAADQ/CmWzaHGTG-Y/s320/tree.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#33cc00;">Got my first Secret Santa gift today!! Yay me! It's a really pretty, live, tree. Someone has not realized that I have the brownest thumb on the planet!! LOL I really do love it. It's so cute. And, some of the ornaments that are on there are really great. My fave is the snoman one, totally going in my ornament collection to be used in the coming years. Now, I just have to figure out what to do with the tree....I know we won't be living at our place forever, so not sure if I want to put it in the ground, or get a great big planter so that it has room to grow until we move...... Ahhhhhhh......making my brain work is not a good idea!!! LoL. Well, need to get going. gotta figure something out for lunch since the "lunch" that was delivered was a litte bitty meat and cheese tray. Blah.....ok for snacking, but not to feed 50 or so hungry people!! Lata</span></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-81208421260072292402008-12-16T15:08:00.000-08:002008-12-16T15:54:28.954-08:00Helloooooo Trixie!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SUg_mNV6bBI/AAAAAAAAADI/cF1PgBahNKE/s1600-h/trixie.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280540488741055506" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SUg_mNV6bBI/AAAAAAAAADI/cF1PgBahNKE/s320/trixie.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">I have this "special" friend, her name is Trixie, a cute little nick-name I gave her cuz she turns tricks everytime I have my back turned. If I've told her once, I've told her a thousand times.....Men like it when you play hard to get. But I just can't seem to get it through her thick skull. I dunno, maybe I need to slap her around a little....she does like it rough......</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">She has a couple friends, that I'm not too sure about, Darlene --woo woo twilight zone there!-- and Freda, who has her convinced that she needs to take me shopping Target and get me to buy her a ring. Saw a picture of said ring, and it looks purty serious. Damn Freda and all her daytime TV shows that keep her convinced that she needs commitment. I told Rachel to set the TV to Barney or something easier on Freda's brain, not sure what's going on there. Trixie can't handle all those big words though, so if Freda doesn't knock it off, I'm gonna have to go over there and kick some serious bitch ass. That is if Rachel can keep Freda out of jail for longer than a week at a time. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">So, the three girls were talking the other day, and I'm pretty sure Darlene was trying to convince the others that dubies were "good for thier health". Don't know why Jenni doesn't nip that crap in the bud. Don't need my woman out getting stoned everytime I turn around. How'm I supposed to get the action I need outta her if she's so out of it she can't service the men I bring by for her??? She has to earn her keep somehow. The woman has one heck of an appetite and I can't afford to feed her all the time if she's not bringing in any money! Sheesh. It's not like I'm running a free shelter here or something.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">Oh, damnit! Gotta run....just got the call that she got her lips stuck in the mixer again. Damn woman! Don't know why she thinks she needs brownies all the time! It's dangerous for a woman of her limited mental abilities to be in the kitchen unaccompanied. Guess I'll have to think about a sitter for her or something. Well, I'm off to the ER to rescue her once again.</span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">Good thing she's such a looker....wouldn't put up with this from just anyone.</span></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-18768370296935417382008-12-16T08:43:00.001-08:002008-12-16T09:06:01.443-08:00I need some Tranquility in my head<a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SUfa26mRXQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/y-SMrOJByTs/s1600-h/tranquility.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280429725092764930" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SUfa26mRXQI/AAAAAAAAAC4/y-SMrOJByTs/s320/tranquility.png" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="font-family:times new roman;color:#3333ff;">Wouldn't it be nice to be like the rain dripping off the eaves? To be poetry and not have to use words to explain ourselves. Words cannot always do our emotions justice. Human emotions are much to complex for words. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;">After my horrid night last night, all I want is a little tranquility. I managed to find some amazing pictures on the world wide web. One I'm using for a screensaver, it's able to suck me into it and calm me, if only for a moment before I am dragged away for more fun and excitement at this party that is Physician's. </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;">The other picture that caught my eye, is the one I have on this blog here. Somehow the words spoke to me and I had to use it. I also had to print off a copy that does not come close to doing it justice for something to just stare at. Even now my earlier statement proves true, words cannot do our emotions or thoughts justice all the time.</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:Times New Roman;color:#3333ff;"></span></div><br /><div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SUfcNflPQAI/AAAAAAAAADA/s127tTGIFF8/s1600-h/tanquility+bay.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280431212489293826" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 238px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SUfcNflPQAI/AAAAAAAAADA/s127tTGIFF8/s320/tanquility+bay.png" border="0" /></a><span style="color:#3333ff;">I am so thankful for the friends I have here at work. They let me invade medical records and vent without judgement. In fact they even understand where I'm coming from. I'd still be full of mental anguish and confusion if not for their willingness to listen and commisserate. Thank you Jenni and Rachel. You are both priceless friends! </span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Now, here's hoping I can force my brain to move on and give up the urge to punch my husband in the throat and kick him in the nads for accusing me of not planning meals for him, but doing so for the girls at our little luncheons. I hadn't realized how horrible I was being for trying to save a little money by not going out to eat at McD's at lunch time. I guess I'll have to try and spend less than the 2 seconds online getting a recipe for my next lunch day that I spent yesterday, so that I would have something easy and quick and not have to make 2 meals last night. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Salisbury steak is on the menu tonight and if Todd opens his big mouth and complains to me, he may not live to see tomorrow. I spent more time last night going through my cookbook for a recipe for tonight than I ever have for the girls at our work lunches. I still don't get where the hell he was coming from, or how he felt he had any right to be pissed that I would get one recipe off the internet for lunch when I have combed recipe books and sites for yummy ideas to use at home. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">Well, guess I should get off here and find out if there is something I need to be doing here at work. Not that I want to. I'd rather be at home in my nice warm bed, dreaming of a gorgeous man like I had to do last night just to be able to fall asleep. </span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span> </div><div></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#3333ff;">A note to Rachel......please post more about our friend Freda!! I need something that will make me laugh!!! And, Freda promises to be about the funniest thing around! </span></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-90652693106777416542008-12-15T15:15:00.000-08:002008-12-15T15:27:08.679-08:00Snow<div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Allright, snow is pretty and all that, as long as it stays off the roads! I can drive in it just fine, but I don't like to, because there are so many other idiots out there who cannot drive in it. Seriously...60 miles an hour on slick roads is STUPID! Give me a break. I totally get stressed out over it. </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">So our lunch cancelled on us today because "he couldn't get out of the driveway". Puh-lease. I got out of mine just like everyone else who had to be at work today. Along with the weirdos who came into PIC on a crappy day like today. Todd didn't work today, so he came over and took me to Mongolian Grill. Yummy! It was nice to just chill with him and not have a 3 year old along! </span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;"></span></div><a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SUbnoXaARAI/AAAAAAAAACw/fUjgk95TTD8/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5280162293802353666" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 256px" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SUbnoXaARAI/AAAAAAAAACw/fUjgk95TTD8/s320/untitled.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#cc33cc;">Went to the Boat Parade on Saturday. Richland did their 50th anniversary fireworks! That was great! 500+ fireworks set to music! Nice! I can now say that I've watched fireworks in a snow storm! Very cool. The boat parade was pretty neat also. Bryson's fave was the one lit up like a car with a tree on the roof. I took some pics, but I'm not sure if they turned out or not. I haven't gotten around to loading them onto the computer yet. Guess I should do that sometime, so that I'll have room for Christmas pictures. </span></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-50012017928515763962008-12-03T15:29:00.000-08:002008-12-03T16:16:10.038-08:00A whole lotta Nuthing!<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/STcWgdM6DQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6mj0ULqQUVg/s1600-h/mail.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275710235338214658" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 124px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 166px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/STcWgdM6DQI/AAAAAAAAACQ/6mj0ULqQUVg/s320/mail.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#000099;">So, I'm here at work with nothing to do. Well, that's not totally true, I could do more overdue lab letters, but that's boring and what I've been doing for days now. I'm through to Q, have to start on R whenever I get around to it. Today has been a really slow day for floating. I stocked the upstairs storeroom, and talked with Jami about the order. Did my rx requests. Chaperoned for Dr.Gillespie, that's boring...all you do is stand in the room and make sure he's a good little boy so he can't be accused of doing naughtyness whith the female pt's. Talk about falling asleep while standing up! </span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Speaking of sleep....I haven't been sleeping well at all lately. Not 100% sure why either. I know a part of it is because of my back being all out of whack, but now that it's getting better, I'm not sure why I'm not getting better sleep. It's not fair, cuz then all I do at work is yawn, and fight to keep my eyes open. And whine about being tired of course. Guess that's why I used this picture today. I'd much rather be sleeping with my boys than here at work today.</span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Found out that I'm going to be painting the "consultation room" this weekend. I'll bring a change of clothes, and stay late on Friday to work on spackling all the areas on the walls that were screwed up when they took down all the shelves. That way when I get over here on Saturday, it should be dry and ready to paint. At least I don't have to worry about getting paint on the carpet since they are putting in new stuff. Whoo Whoo, makes the job a little easier. Still, all the spackling and texturing is gonna suck! </span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Bryson got to go see Santa today at the Library with his daycare. I can't wait to hear what he has to say about that! He's so freaking funny. I wasn't very happy when I found out that I was pregnant, since I'm not a big fan of kids, but I am so glad that he's here! I am so blessed to have him and my hubby! </span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;"></span></div><div><span style="color:#000099;">Well, since there is only about 45 minutes left of my day at work, I'll get off here and find something to do. Lata</span></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-91666863336542842432008-12-01T16:14:00.000-08:002008-12-02T16:44:53.310-08:00Killing Time<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/STXWesyR2jI/AAAAAAAAACI/nJaYdQF3gMA/s1600-h/christmas%2520tree.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5275358361440868914" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 180px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 180px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/STXWesyR2jI/AAAAAAAAACI/nJaYdQF3gMA/s320/christmas%2520tree.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#00cccc;">All right, all right! I know I've been slacking for a while on this blog thing, but unbunch your bundies everyone cuz I'm back! Lol. Anywho. This whole Thanksgiving weekend has been nutty. Crazy busy. I worked the day before, and then went home and was up until 11:00 making rolls from scratch! AHHHHH Yes, I am insane! Then Thursday, we spent the day out at the in-laws, and it was actually quite nice. Other than the fact the my back felt like it was broken anyway. We got to visit with an aunt and uncle of the hubby's that we actually like. Found some nice (cheap) wines that I really like. The day was rather relaxing. Then I worked 8-5 on black Friday-fine with me since I'm broke, and couldn't buy anything anyway. After work, we went to Todd's grandma's house and were stuck with some relatives we really don't mesh well with. Talk about irritating!</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">Well, on to more fun things like Christmas decorations! lol. My hubby is actully into that this year. Normally he's a bah humbug sort, so this is a nice change. I think a lot of it has to do with our son being so excited about Christmas this year. The past few years he just hasn't understood, but he's at the age now where it's the most exciting time of the year!!! FUN! We got him a Wii for Christmas. Probably don't really have the money to afford it, but ...oh well. Todd and I can't wait to break the sucker out and play it! I think we may even end up taking out to Cin and Lou's when we go out there after opening gifts at our place Christmas morning! I am totally stoked to try it out!</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">Todd has been so great lately! Helping out with the housework and cooking dinners and breakfasts. It's really nice. Although it throws me for a loop since it's so different from the usual. I think a lot of it has to do with him thinking I want more romance. Which would be nice, but I knew from the get-go that he's not the romantical type, so I wasn't holding out for that or anything. I can't seem to convince him of that yet though.</span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;">Well, I'm heading out the door soon. Check back in with you all later. </span><br /><br /><span style="color:#00cccc;"></span></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-3516723606513385042008-11-26T13:40:00.000-08:002008-11-26T13:52:04.732-08:00Flightless Bird, American Mouth<a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SS3E9Z_M38I/AAAAAAAAACA/1V5klJY6gyo/s1600-h/n1273917743_30187981_4303.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5273087297947754434" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 213px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SS3E9Z_M38I/AAAAAAAAACA/1V5klJY6gyo/s320/n1273917743_30187981_4303.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"><br /><br />I was a quick wet boy</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">Diving too deep for coins </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">All of your straight blind eyes</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">Wide on my plastic toys</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">And when the cops closed the fair</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">I cut my long baby hair</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">Stole me a dog-eared map</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">And called for you everywhere</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">Have I found you?</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">Flightless bird, </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">jealous, weeping </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">Or lost you? </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">American mouth</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">Big bill looming </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">Now I’m a fat house cat</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">Cursing my sore blunt tongue </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">Watching the warm poison rats </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">Curl through the wide/white fence cracks</span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">Kissing on magazine photos </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">Those fishing lures thrown in the cold and clean </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">Blood of Christ mountain stream </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">Have I found you? </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">Flightless bird, </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">brown hair bleeding </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">Or lost you? </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">American mouth </span></div><br /><div><span style="font-family:verdana;color:#993300;">Big bill, stuck going down </span></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-59440641976352757852008-11-25T11:17:00.000-08:002008-11-25T11:44:48.265-08:00Hmmm.....<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SSxSs5bSbDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W9OCuuoW2yE/s1600-h/hearts20gold20heart20with20pin.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272680195027004466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 275px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 281px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SSxSs5bSbDI/AAAAAAAAAB4/W9OCuuoW2yE/s320/hearts20gold20heart20with20pin.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="font-family:trebuchet ms;color:#cc0000;">My husband was abnormally sweet last night. When I got home from work, he was washing the dishes and cooking dinner. Rare on the dish washing....not the cooking. After dinner, I decided to make a couple batches of cookies, so I'd mixed the dough and was waiting on the oven. Decided to do up the dishes that I'd gotten dirty and the ones we'd eaten off, and he came into the kitchen and told me he was going to do those. I was almost shocked speechless. Normally I have to ask and sometimes even guilt trip him into helping with any housework. </span><br /><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">After we went to bed, we were laying there and he was watching <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">Heroes</span>. He wouldn't let me fall asleep, so I wasted brain cells on that dumb show. After that was over, he starts in on all this sweet talk. Like how when he'd told me earlier in the evening that I was the only one he fantasizes about that he truly meant it. That he'd never cheat on me. That I am his entire world. When I told him I knew all that, he said that he didn't tell me often enough, and he didn't want me to be insecure because he'd been in relationships before where he was the insecure one and didn't want to do that to me. He even said that he wants to know what I'm thinking all the time because he wants to know everything about me, that I'm his best friend in the world. When I told him he truly didn't want to know everything I thought about because he'd be mad if he did....because I think such crappy thoughts about myself so often... he told me he wouldn't be mad, and that he did want to know, so that he could help me think better of myself. </span></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;">I'm thinking some of this comes from the fact that I got so into Twilight. And, once before I told him I'd like more <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">romantical</span> things. It was kinda weird though. I even cried a little. <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Shh</span> don't tell anyone! Guess I need to get a fix off hot movie stars and fictional <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">characters</span> a little more often! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4">lol</span></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></p><p><span style="font-family:Trebuchet MS;color:#cc0000;"></span></p>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-84646669961387515982008-11-23T20:32:00.000-08:002008-11-23T20:45:59.736-08:00Sunday<a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SSovSS4Wr_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/3rsJR6E96Zw/s1600-h/chinese+food.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272078305142943730" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SSovSS4Wr_I/AAAAAAAAAA4/3rsJR6E96Zw/s320/chinese+food.jpg" border="0" /></a> <span style="color:#ffff00;">K, so this picture, I found the other day and thought it was hilarious!! Who wouldn't laugh if you found this in your kitchen!! Reminds me of some of the antics of the cats that we had growing up. </span><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;">I'm thinking that Sunday's may be the most depressing day of the week. It means that I have to rush around getting laundry done so that I can be at work on time the next morning. Work....at this point it is not something I look forward to. It must change, or I will be going back to PIC where I was perfectly happy. </span><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span><br /><a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SSov_EpvxFI/AAAAAAAAABA/VV042MgYads/s1600-h/twilight4.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5272079074417689682" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SSov_EpvxFI/AAAAAAAAABA/VV042MgYads/s320/twilight4.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span><br /><br /><br /><span style="font-family:lucida grande;color:#ffff00;">Rachel and I went to see Twilight this afternoon! Oh My God!! Yummy!! I'm still cleaning up <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">residule</span> drool any time I start thinking of Edward/Robert!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">ahhhh</span> I think I need one.....or 10! Somebody please get me one for Christmas! I'll forever be in your debt if you do!! </span><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span><span style="color:#ffff00;">Well, should get off here and get myself and <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Bryson</span> ready for bed. I know I shall have some delicious dreams tonight!!! <span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3">mmmmm</span>.......</span><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><span style="color:#ffff00;"></span>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-11650233620958628402008-11-21T19:23:00.000-08:002008-11-22T10:18:16.967-08:00Mmm....beefy<a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SSd7WE5Z3RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5t5knPof3So/s1600-h/spaghetti.bmp"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271317508062305554" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 190px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 172px" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SSd7WE5Z3RI/AAAAAAAAAAo/5t5knPof3So/s320/spaghetti.bmp" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">So, we got our 1/4 of beef today!! Yummy!! Fresh beef! Todd went out to his parents to bring in our meat. Then I had to try and figure out what to do for dinner. So, I'm looking through the cupboards going....what the hell am I going to make for dinner tonight?? Then it hit me....Spaghetti. Haven't had that in a while. So, I got to use some of the awesome new meat, and it was freaking good. I did have a brain fart while I was cooking though! I opened up my spice cupboard over the stove and totally blanked on what went into spaghetti sauce!! I'm a big dork. I'm standing there looking, and....Nothing. Took me a full minute to remember what to use. And, I have made spaghetti from scratch since I was about 10 years old!! Wow! Maybe I'm getting old-timers already! That's not a good thing. I have enough issues without adding that to the list lol. </span></div><a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SSd9AvKNfEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CyrP8HQjTJo/s1600-h/still.png"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5271319340473220162" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 211px" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_t5thU9jYE-w/SSd9AvKNfEI/AAAAAAAAAAw/CyrP8HQjTJo/s320/still.png" border="0" /></a><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;"></span></div><br /><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">So I think Rachel and I are going to go see Twilight on Sunday. We'll hit a matinee so that it's a bit cheaper and the hubbies can't get quite so 'nyah nyah nyah' about it! I'm totally stoked to see that movie. I know it'll be different from the book, because they always are, but I still think it'll be a good one. And anyway....Robert Pattinson is freaking HOT!!!! I want him for my Christmas present. </span></div><div> </div><div><span style="color:#ff0000;">Well, think I'll get off here. My hubby is making fun of me for blogging. Asked me if I could be a bigger dork. Then he wanted to know who reads my blog. Like he needs to know. This is a journal for me. Arrghh! Men can be such poops!</span></div>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-12077445153108164352008-11-20T10:49:00.000-08:002008-11-20T16:21:49.783-08:00Floating<span style="font-family:courier new;color:#33cc00;">So, I'm back to floating today. I figure that by the end of today I will be at almost 38 hours for the week. Means I get out of here after about 2 hours tomorrow!! Yay! That really makes my day. At least I learned something new today: learned how to do a C-Spine x-ray. That's an interesting one to do. And the final result is pretty funky looking. We'll see if I can remember how to do it on the next one! Nice to see I'm not the only one who doesn't know how to do some of the x-rays! One of our RN's had to get help on an L-spine today. Took for freaking ever! Oh well.. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;">So, I am going to add a little sum-sum to this while I wait for the last hour of my day to slowly tick by. I'm placed in a position where I don't want to be, and I really don't like it. I was put into this float thing, well pushed really, wasn't even sure it was something I wanted to do. Hell, I almost cried the day they told me I was given the position. And then, I did cry almost every day from then up until Monday when I officially became the float MA. Mostly, it's going into the unknown, since I can't follow the example of the last float or risk losing my job. They want to shake the position up and change it all around, so I have no clue what I'm doing from one second to the next, not something I deal well with. I like structure at work. I like knowing what I'm supposed to be doing at specific times of the day. Even PIC was more structured than float, and every day on PIC is different from the one before. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;">It also doesn't help that I'm being accused of not going into this with an open mind. That is not true. I may not have wanted this position, but I sure didn't come into it thinking: "I'm going to hate this job". That would be stupid. I came into it not knowing what to do, so I feel like a ship lost at sea with no rudder. No guidance. Something I am not entirely comfortable with. And if I have to hear: "you'll get out of this what you want", I may go completely off the deep end. I know I don't have far to go, but still. Give me a break. I can't even have a bad day without someone telling me that I'm not looking at the position with an open mind. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;">The other thing is that they are thinking about having me take on some of the responsibilities of the PMC nurses that the float has never had to do. IE: room 2 of their pt's so they can do paperwork. I did a 12 hour shift on PMC, without a float nurse, and did everything, plus my RX refill requests that I do as float, plus I cleared out some messages from all the PMC nurses. Not just my work, but the work of the nurse I covered for and a little extra paper/phone work. Now, if I did it without help, why do they need so much help. And, I know it's not all of them, it's a certain one or two. I don't mind helping them out when they need it, but I sure as shit do not want to be the office 'go-fer' or 'hey-will-ya'. I do not have it in my personality to do that for a long period of time.</span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;">Sounds like I'm not the only one fed up with work this week. The lab tech just told me his week hasn't gone much smoother than mine. </span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;"></span><br /><span style="font-family:Courier New;color:#33cc00;">Here's hoping next week goes better....or I may quit life!</span>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8593019812668027901.post-90717841452444856882008-11-19T19:03:00.000-08:002008-11-19T19:03:00.216-08:00Working the Family Practice<span style="color:#993399;">Well the day is coming to an end, and it seems I have survived my first full day working family practice. I think I even made it through with all my hair! The day was insane. I'm so used to urgent care and this end is way different. Hopefully, I'll be back to my normal tomorrow. On the up side, I get to go home early on Friday! That means either a nap, or more time with Bryson. Which will I choose??? Knowing me and the guilt I'd feel if I left Bryson at daycare and took a nap, I'll be picking him up early. Oh well, guess we'll get to do some fun art project. I love the little bugger! </span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">The hubby will be out of town all day Saturday. That let's me clean house without him sitting around watching TV or playing on the computer while I work. Believe me that pisses me off more than most anything else. I did finally get him to clean the bathroom for me last week though. But I had to ask, he didn't volunteer. Are all men that blind??? So he gets to go play paintball, while I'm stuck at home cleaning. How is that fair? Then he has the nerve to be upset when I spend time with my mom and don't invite him. What the hell?</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">I'm exited for Thanksgiving. A lot of family in town from my hubby's side. Good thing I like all the ones that'll be there!! And, that weekend I get my tattoo touched up. I totally love it, no regrets at all about getting it, or where I got it. On the foot, and it did not hurt nearly as bad as I thought it was going too. It seems that we will all be at my place for the tattooing this time, so that means I have some extra cleaning to do next week. Yay me. Cleaning is totally not my thing.</span><br /><span style="color:#993399;"></span><br /><span style="color:#993399;">Well, that's about it for now. Tune in next time for more in the boring life of me.</span>Stephhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06007470673352235661noreply@blogger.com1