After much thought and consideration as to whether or not it would be worthwhile to start a blog, I have arrived. I want it to be a place to share my life, as dull or as exciting as it may be. Here's hoping I can make a habit of posting.
Initial blog. It sounds funny to me. Like I'm writing in a baby chart - "Initial feed. Baby placed to Mom's breast for feeding. Good latch and suck." This is routine charting. Speaking of work, tonight is my first night shift of a 3 night stretch. I'm praying for quiet and complacent patients. Hey, it could happen!
I just came in from a walk with my puppy. My puppy who I was told would grow to 40 or 50 lbs. He's 67 and still growing. "They" lied to me. But he's irresistible! Bentley Jordan George, that's his name. Kind of makes our "family" complete. Wife, Husband, Dog. I've been told the fish don't count. I think that hurts their feelings, as most of them have been around longer than the dawg. Lynds says "Fish don't have feelings."
It's so cold outside that on my return my eyelashes were white and my cheeks red, my lungs filled with crisp fresh air. My dawg's very black face also had white eyelashes and balls of ice stuck to his nether regions. It's cold. It's so cold that he gingerly picked up one foot after the other as if he were lame before tearing off into the bush to find himself a suitable stick. By suitable, I mean 10 feet or longer. I wonder if he's compensating for the double ballsectomy I forced upon him a few months ago. Maybe...