Thursday, August 27, 2009
Thursday, August 20, 2009
Monday, August 17, 2009
I had decided against joining Facebook. It was my silent rebellion. I would swim against the current of fads and e-culture. I would set myself apart, not needing such artificial connection. I had heard it could be addicting and time consuming. Who am I kidding - I have no extra time. Oh no, Facebook was not for me.
Then my Mum joined. She wanted to see what it was all about. She told me about her friends. She updated me on my cousins' lives. She told me there were pictures of my niece and nephew, and wasn't it too bad that I couldn't view them?
So in a moment of weakness and loneliness, I joined. Now I too am a Facebook user. I just had to be as cool as my Mum.
Friday, August 14, 2009
Wednesday, August 12, 2009
Also, today was the first time I offered my arm as a pincushion for a nursing student. Well, actually she's on summer holidays working as a ward clerk and will be entering year 3 in fall. That's the one where you learn IV stuff. I'm not sure why patients should always be the test victims. None of my co-workers volunteered. I razz her enough that I'm pretty sure she was looking forward to poking me. She did good except that she missed. And now I'm sporting a lovely bruise.
How many people can say they love their jobs? I do. And I'm good at it.
Monday, August 3, 2009
I decided to treat myself to a new fish, prettying up my tank. It is coming along quite nicely! It's amazing what a sinkhole it can be for money though. Probably as expensive as a horse! Meet R2 (A temporary name - I am open to suggestions.). He's going to be a symbol of bravery. His price tag was $22.50. I got home and pulled out the receipt... for $2.50. Now is this a gift, or a test?
Yesterday I topped things off by going to the spa with one of my best friends. We splurged. We had hot stone massages (my favorite), facials (not my favorite - I'm rather head shy), manicures and pedicures. We toured the Forks. We had brunch that was overpriced and undersized. Oh yes, we had to order entree #3 to share to feel anywhere near satisfied. But it's not every day I have a lobster crepe for breakfast! Doesn't take long for the pampered feeling to wear off once you get home. The boy slobbers on your shoulder. Your greasy hair feels dirty. Your nail polish chips.
The Boy is Mama's again. He hasn't given Daddy the time of day this week. He's temperamental like that. He has two molars coming in at almost the same time that have his gums more swollen than seems natural. His sleep has been awful. We have appreciated Bubble Gum flavored Advil. Since he started walking he hasn't stopped. He takes his bottle while wandering. Sitting is a punishment. I don't have to carry him nearly as much and he is quite happy doing his own thing. But I'm afraid he'll disappear into nothing. The tabs on his size 3 diapers are touching again. Slim Jim. Also, he talks constantly.
Tonight I get to have dessert and coffee and watch the new Harry Potter movie with a friend. But first I have laundry to do and cleaning to accomplish.
Next weekend - sisters weekend! That means two nights at a hotel and lots of good times. No kids. Oh, and Scrabble. It's part of my probation rules. Maybe this year I'll pass and just get to be a normal member. But probably not.