It's amazing how fast my kitchen - my whole apartment, really - can go from sparkling clean to craptastic. I swear that I just scoured the place only a day or two ago, and now, I would bet there are several new colonies of life springing forth from my kitchen sink right now.
I had really grand ambitions for today before I had to go to work, mostly involving the cleaning of my home. Instead, I woke up absurdly late, parked my butt on the couch, ate veggie corn dogs (soooo good!) and watched reruns. Cleaning? Didn't enter the picture.
Jason and I want to be parents. I'm hoping that whenever motherhood appears, so will surface the obsessive-compulsive streak I know lurks deep inside me, and I will become the Antibacterial Wipe Queen, replete with sparkling countertops and squeaky-clean floors and Febreezed everything.
Stop laughing.
Tuesday, January 15, 2008
Monday, January 14, 2008
guilty as charged
My husband tells me, "You haven't blogged in, like, forever."
Ohhhhh.
Where do I start?
Well, I can tell you that I am an RN on my own. I started back on the night shift Thursday night, and though the following three shifts were supposed to be my last with my preceptor, I got a call Friday afternoon from the charge nurse:
"We had two RNs call out sick tonight. You think you can handle a full patient load on your own?"
me: "Well, I..."
"Fantastic! I'll give you your own assignment. Thanks SO much! See you tonight!"
(click)
Hmmmm. Well, it turned out just fine. Interesting, but fine.
One of my patients was an elderly lady from Jamaica, a feisty thing who spat out incomprehensible phrases in patois any time I had to come into the room. I guess I can't disagree with her: the poor lady was on neuro checks every hour, which meant that every hour, I was in her room, asking her what the date was, did she know where she was, etc. This might have been annoying, at best, during the day... but in the middle of the night, the last thing you want to do is be woken out of sleep and repeat for the umpteenth time, "yes, it's 2008" to anyone. At around 3am, I asked her if she knew where she was, and she just glared at me, hissed, and muttered something in a language unknown. I think a pretty safe translation would have been "Get. Bent."
Another patient was a young lady who had a pretty serious spinal injury and a very protective mother. My patient was in and out of sleep, and the mother only spoke Spanish. I ask my patient if she is having any pain, and no sooner does she start to mumble "mmpfff" than her mother starts rattling away in Spanish, wildly gesturing and making pathetic faces at me. I don't know what to make of it, so I find myself just sort of nodding at her and saying "okay, okay" without a single clue. Later, one of my coworkers (a Spanish-speaker) tells me that mom is not happy with me: apparently I am refusing to speak in Spanish to her. I think she was under the impression that my dark hair and the poor lighting in the room qualified me as Hispanic. How do you say, "white as a Florida cracker" in Spanish?
Overall, it was still a successful if not entertaining three nights. Normally, I can sleep just about any time of day, but for whatever reason - nerves, anticipation, or whatever - I hardly slept in the days in between my shifts. Sunday morning, I get off my last shift, change clothes, put on makeup like spackle to hide the dark circles under my eyes, and go to church. (Side note: for those of you who were there, getting to play Aerosmith at the end of the service made my whole weekend!) I made it through two services, even sang a solo without falling asleep, and then drove home at 1pm and collapsed. I woke up just long enough to eat a South Beach microwave pizza around 8pm, then fell back asleep and woke up at 10am this morning. I think I was tired.
I'm enjoying my day off, and I finally got the motivation to blog instead of lurking on everyone else's. I won't stay away so long this time...
Ohhhhh.
Where do I start?
Well, I can tell you that I am an RN on my own. I started back on the night shift Thursday night, and though the following three shifts were supposed to be my last with my preceptor, I got a call Friday afternoon from the charge nurse:
"We had two RNs call out sick tonight. You think you can handle a full patient load on your own?"
me: "Well, I..."
"Fantastic! I'll give you your own assignment. Thanks SO much! See you tonight!"
(click)
Hmmmm. Well, it turned out just fine. Interesting, but fine.
One of my patients was an elderly lady from Jamaica, a feisty thing who spat out incomprehensible phrases in patois any time I had to come into the room. I guess I can't disagree with her: the poor lady was on neuro checks every hour, which meant that every hour, I was in her room, asking her what the date was, did she know where she was, etc. This might have been annoying, at best, during the day... but in the middle of the night, the last thing you want to do is be woken out of sleep and repeat for the umpteenth time, "yes, it's 2008" to anyone. At around 3am, I asked her if she knew where she was, and she just glared at me, hissed, and muttered something in a language unknown. I think a pretty safe translation would have been "Get. Bent."
Another patient was a young lady who had a pretty serious spinal injury and a very protective mother. My patient was in and out of sleep, and the mother only spoke Spanish. I ask my patient if she is having any pain, and no sooner does she start to mumble "mmpfff" than her mother starts rattling away in Spanish, wildly gesturing and making pathetic faces at me. I don't know what to make of it, so I find myself just sort of nodding at her and saying "okay, okay" without a single clue. Later, one of my coworkers (a Spanish-speaker) tells me that mom is not happy with me: apparently I am refusing to speak in Spanish to her. I think she was under the impression that my dark hair and the poor lighting in the room qualified me as Hispanic. How do you say, "white as a Florida cracker" in Spanish?
Overall, it was still a successful if not entertaining three nights. Normally, I can sleep just about any time of day, but for whatever reason - nerves, anticipation, or whatever - I hardly slept in the days in between my shifts. Sunday morning, I get off my last shift, change clothes, put on makeup like spackle to hide the dark circles under my eyes, and go to church. (Side note: for those of you who were there, getting to play Aerosmith at the end of the service made my whole weekend!) I made it through two services, even sang a solo without falling asleep, and then drove home at 1pm and collapsed. I woke up just long enough to eat a South Beach microwave pizza around 8pm, then fell back asleep and woke up at 10am this morning. I think I was tired.
I'm enjoying my day off, and I finally got the motivation to blog instead of lurking on everyone else's. I won't stay away so long this time...
Sunday, December 23, 2007
been soooo bad!
Yeah, I end blog posts with lines like, "more to follow!" then drop off the face of the World Wide Earth for several days. I've probably lost all three of my loyal followers... the ones not related to me ;-)
So, to sum up:
Disney is pretty damn cool when you go with kids. Yeah, I know you beleaguered parents out there are snorting a laugh, saying, "well, she CLEARLY doesn't not have kids." Yes, Parents of Difficult Ones, I see you. I hear you. I am perpetually stuck behind your slow-moving double-wide strollers at every theme park. I know the woe, really I do. I especially see you out-of-town parents, the ones who scrimped and saved for the Great Family Vacation, the ones who push the strollers like deranged holiday shoppers, clenched fists and jaws, determined to HAVE FUN even if the kids are cranky, tired, and hungry. By God, we traveled all this way and spent all this money, so we will have fun and ride every ride, dammit!
Thankfully, I went with Shannon, who may have been pushing a stroller but not slowly, and totally willing to work with her two twin boys who are barely hitting a year old. And we did all the rides that only two little ones can ride on. Let me tell you, going on It's a Small World with adults - you make fun of the animatronic, world-holding-hands glee of it all, you mock the hokey cultural homogeneity, you roll your eyes at every pause and look forward to getting on to things like Space Mountain. But when you climb in that little boat and the two boys are all starry-eyed with wonder, and then they start waving their little arms crazily in some instinctual, herky-jerky toddler dance because they just love the music... your heart just flows over and you can't help but laugh in wonder, and you want to ride that ride all day just to watch them love it. That's what Disney is for.
I will say that while I couldn't stop adoring on them all day, the novelty of The-One-Who-Is-Not-Mommy wore off after about an hour. I spent most of that time holding Matthew, the slightly chubbier of the two munchkins. And you know I'm all about chubby goodness. And he was all about me, kind of, at least until fatigue and hunger set in, and then he was all like, get this crazy lady away from me, I need some Mommy Love. The chubbiness was Denied. Good thing I'm cool like that: I get it, I do. At a year old, I don't think I would want to hang out with The-One-Who-Is-Not-Mommy for very long, either, particularly if my twin brother is hogging Mommy a mere two feet away.
They lasted about four hours, which may not seem like a long time to those of you unaccustomed to the habits of little ones, but it was a heroic feat, believe me. I was proud of them. We drove home with two snoozing munchkins in their car seats. Every now and then, one of them would wake up and cry, and since Shannon was driving, I reached my hand around to hold one of theirs. They're still in the rear-facing car seat age, so they only saw a hand, not whose hand it was... and they'd hold on tight and fall right back asleep, comforted and feeling safe. They had no idea they were holding on to the hand of The-One-Who-Is-Not-Mommy. Hee hee. The-One-Who-Is-Not-Mommy felt pretty good.
And the postlude to that warm, fuzzy moment is not really dramatic or Chicken Soup-ish or even really related to the above anecdote, but maybe just a warm fuzzy all on its own to fill out the week and my tremendous blogging gap. Other than the Munchkin Travels on Wednesday, it hadn't been a great week. In fact, it sucked major butt. There are several reasons for the suckage, reasons I don't feel up to publishing at the moment, except to say that at least none of them involved yet another pregnancy loss, but it still made for a topsy-turvy week, emotionally. So I was looking forward to getting back to Disney today, where reality can sometimes be suspended indefinitely, and spending some time with good friends and family. We rode rides and enjoyed all the wholesome theme park goodness, but the highlight of the night was seeing the Candlelight Processional Show at EPCOT. It's an awesome show: the Christmas story set to some really awesome music, featuring an orchestra (composed of many old friends of mine), a huge choir, and a celebrity guest narrator. Tonight, I heard the awesome Gary Sinise (you know... Lieutenant Dan) read a passage I know and love and have heard so many times. And though parts of the show had to be toned down a bit spiritually - part of that whole cultural homogeneity thing - I was comforted and reminded that the God I know is bigger than any bad circumstance, the God who created me and knows me intimately, came first as the original Cute Munchkin. A munchkin who saved the world.
Wanna know the real meaning of Christmas?
So, to sum up:
Disney is pretty damn cool when you go with kids. Yeah, I know you beleaguered parents out there are snorting a laugh, saying, "well, she CLEARLY doesn't not have kids." Yes, Parents of Difficult Ones, I see you. I hear you. I am perpetually stuck behind your slow-moving double-wide strollers at every theme park. I know the woe, really I do. I especially see you out-of-town parents, the ones who scrimped and saved for the Great Family Vacation, the ones who push the strollers like deranged holiday shoppers, clenched fists and jaws, determined to HAVE FUN even if the kids are cranky, tired, and hungry. By God, we traveled all this way and spent all this money, so we will have fun and ride every ride, dammit!
Thankfully, I went with Shannon, who may have been pushing a stroller but not slowly, and totally willing to work with her two twin boys who are barely hitting a year old. And we did all the rides that only two little ones can ride on. Let me tell you, going on It's a Small World with adults - you make fun of the animatronic, world-holding-hands glee of it all, you mock the hokey cultural homogeneity, you roll your eyes at every pause and look forward to getting on to things like Space Mountain. But when you climb in that little boat and the two boys are all starry-eyed with wonder, and then they start waving their little arms crazily in some instinctual, herky-jerky toddler dance because they just love the music... your heart just flows over and you can't help but laugh in wonder, and you want to ride that ride all day just to watch them love it. That's what Disney is for.
I will say that while I couldn't stop adoring on them all day, the novelty of The-One-Who-Is-Not-Mommy wore off after about an hour. I spent most of that time holding Matthew, the slightly chubbier of the two munchkins. And you know I'm all about chubby goodness. And he was all about me, kind of, at least until fatigue and hunger set in, and then he was all like, get this crazy lady away from me, I need some Mommy Love. The chubbiness was Denied. Good thing I'm cool like that: I get it, I do. At a year old, I don't think I would want to hang out with The-One-Who-Is-Not-Mommy for very long, either, particularly if my twin brother is hogging Mommy a mere two feet away.
They lasted about four hours, which may not seem like a long time to those of you unaccustomed to the habits of little ones, but it was a heroic feat, believe me. I was proud of them. We drove home with two snoozing munchkins in their car seats. Every now and then, one of them would wake up and cry, and since Shannon was driving, I reached my hand around to hold one of theirs. They're still in the rear-facing car seat age, so they only saw a hand, not whose hand it was... and they'd hold on tight and fall right back asleep, comforted and feeling safe. They had no idea they were holding on to the hand of The-One-Who-Is-Not-Mommy. Hee hee. The-One-Who-Is-Not-Mommy felt pretty good.
And the postlude to that warm, fuzzy moment is not really dramatic or Chicken Soup-ish or even really related to the above anecdote, but maybe just a warm fuzzy all on its own to fill out the week and my tremendous blogging gap. Other than the Munchkin Travels on Wednesday, it hadn't been a great week. In fact, it sucked major butt. There are several reasons for the suckage, reasons I don't feel up to publishing at the moment, except to say that at least none of them involved yet another pregnancy loss, but it still made for a topsy-turvy week, emotionally. So I was looking forward to getting back to Disney today, where reality can sometimes be suspended indefinitely, and spending some time with good friends and family. We rode rides and enjoyed all the wholesome theme park goodness, but the highlight of the night was seeing the Candlelight Processional Show at EPCOT. It's an awesome show: the Christmas story set to some really awesome music, featuring an orchestra (composed of many old friends of mine), a huge choir, and a celebrity guest narrator. Tonight, I heard the awesome Gary Sinise (you know... Lieutenant Dan) read a passage I know and love and have heard so many times. And though parts of the show had to be toned down a bit spiritually - part of that whole cultural homogeneity thing - I was comforted and reminded that the God I know is bigger than any bad circumstance, the God who created me and knows me intimately, came first as the original Cute Munchkin. A munchkin who saved the world.
Wanna know the real meaning of Christmas?
Tuesday, December 18, 2007
embarking
I am about to go to Disney's Magic Kingdom with my friend Shannon and her two 11-month-old twin boys.
Full report to follow...
Full report to follow...
Monday, December 17, 2007
a nurse's fantasy vs. reality
When I first entered nursing school, I had gleaming visions of myself, slim and cool in fashionable-yet-comfortable scrubs, gliding from one patient to another with overflowing compassion and empathy. I would never, ever be behind with anything, including charting, medications, and any and all general nursing care. I would diagnose and treat all illnesses, and watch my patients recover so quickly, with remarkable progress, and I would go home each night satisfied that I made a difference, cook a fantastic dinner for my husband and myself, and look forward to my next shift, arriving at said next shift refreshed and ready to go again.
Instead, as a nurse, I find myself running wildly between my patients, hair falling out of whatever contraption I've used that day to hold it up/back, wearing something unknown that looks like spit-up on my scrub top, praying frantically that NOTHING ELSE WILL GO WRONG, staring blankly at beeping/alarming patient monitors, and generally feeling like I am keeping my patients only one step from total catastrophe. I sometimes chart my 0800 assessments at 1700 (that's 5pm for you non-military-time types...). I go home completely disheveled and exhausted. I eat cold cereal, mumble only unintelligible words to my husband as I collapse into bed. I hear the alarm sounds of the unit in my dreams. I roll out of bed 5 minutes before I need to leave for work, only taking one quick look in the mirror to guarantee I am not completely offensive, and run out the door.
Do I love it? Yeah. Totally.
Would I trade the reality for the fantasy? Naw. How boring. Well, except maybe the slim-and-fashionable part.
Instead, as a nurse, I find myself running wildly between my patients, hair falling out of whatever contraption I've used that day to hold it up/back, wearing something unknown that looks like spit-up on my scrub top, praying frantically that NOTHING ELSE WILL GO WRONG, staring blankly at beeping/alarming patient monitors, and generally feeling like I am keeping my patients only one step from total catastrophe. I sometimes chart my 0800 assessments at 1700 (that's 5pm for you non-military-time types...). I go home completely disheveled and exhausted. I eat cold cereal, mumble only unintelligible words to my husband as I collapse into bed. I hear the alarm sounds of the unit in my dreams. I roll out of bed 5 minutes before I need to leave for work, only taking one quick look in the mirror to guarantee I am not completely offensive, and run out the door.
Do I love it? Yeah. Totally.
Would I trade the reality for the fantasy? Naw. How boring. Well, except maybe the slim-and-fashionable part.
Friday, December 14, 2007
christmas love/hate
LOVE:
Christmas cookies - all kinds! Especially the yummy homemade kind...
HATE:
Muffin top over my jeans that comes from the cookies, appearing just in time for the New Year
LOVE:
"Merry Christmas"
HATE:
"Merry Xmas"
LOVE:
Sending out Christmas cards
HATE:
Sending out Christmas cards (it's complicated...)
LOVE:
My boss filled her candy bowl (which is always full, by the way) with these yummy new Hershey's kisses - "Hot Cocoa" and this white chocolate peppermint kind. They are SOOO delicious!
HATE:
30 minutes later after gorging over her candy bowl, I feel like I need the hospital bed...
LOVE:
Driving in my car singing along to Christmas carols - fa la la la la!
HATE:
Hearing Mannheim-freakin'-Steamroller come on for the umpteenth time while a pimped out car cuts me off on I-4, then gives me the finger.
LOVE:
That Jason and I have a fantastic excuse not to fight with our ginormous, many-limbed, inherited fake Christmas tree this year: no room! Ha!
HATE:
Eh, so it doesn't really look festive around here without a tree up...
LOVE:
Eating homemade corned beef hash on Christmas morning at my mom's. Really. It's quite delish, and we only make it one day of the year. It's our Irish twist on the holidays, I suppose. No cabbage, though.
HATE:
Doing the holiday shuffle between all our parents, trying to spend equal time with everyone as best as we can... can't we all do a destination Christmas or something?
Christmas cookies - all kinds! Especially the yummy homemade kind...
HATE:
Muffin top over my jeans that comes from the cookies, appearing just in time for the New Year
LOVE:
"Merry Christmas"
HATE:
"Merry Xmas"
LOVE:
Sending out Christmas cards
HATE:
Sending out Christmas cards (it's complicated...)
LOVE:
My boss filled her candy bowl (which is always full, by the way) with these yummy new Hershey's kisses - "Hot Cocoa" and this white chocolate peppermint kind. They are SOOO delicious!
HATE:
30 minutes later after gorging over her candy bowl, I feel like I need the hospital bed...
LOVE:
Driving in my car singing along to Christmas carols - fa la la la la!
HATE:
Hearing Mannheim-freakin'-Steamroller come on for the umpteenth time while a pimped out car cuts me off on I-4, then gives me the finger.
LOVE:
That Jason and I have a fantastic excuse not to fight with our ginormous, many-limbed, inherited fake Christmas tree this year: no room! Ha!
HATE:
Eh, so it doesn't really look festive around here without a tree up...
LOVE:
Eating homemade corned beef hash on Christmas morning at my mom's. Really. It's quite delish, and we only make it one day of the year. It's our Irish twist on the holidays, I suppose. No cabbage, though.
HATE:
Doing the holiday shuffle between all our parents, trying to spend equal time with everyone as best as we can... can't we all do a destination Christmas or something?
Monday, December 10, 2007
Friday, December 7, 2007
friday is meme day
For me, anyway. Thanks, Amy, for sending me this one.
What have you done?
1. Bought everyone in the bar a drink
2. Swam with wild dolphins
3. Climbed a mountain
4. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
5. Been inside the Great Pyramid
6. Held a tarantula (hey, you didn't say it had to be alive)
7. Taken a candlelit bath with someone (they are the best kind!)
8. Said “I love you” and meant it (every day, I do)
9. Hugged a tree
10. Bungee jumped
11. Visited Paris
12. Watched a lightning storm at sea
13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise (while writing papers, yes)
14. Seen the Northern Lights
15. Gone to a huge sports game (and survived the crush afterwards)
16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
18. Touched an iceberg
19. Slept under the stars - in the Dominican Republic, where you could see every star
20. Changed a baby’s diaper
21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
22. Watched a meteor shower
23. Gotten drunk on champagne
24. Given more than you can afford to charity
25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
27. Had a food fight
28. Bet on a winning horse
29. Asked out a stranger
30. Had a snowball fight
31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
32. Held a lamb
33. Seen a total eclipse
34. Ridden a roller coaster
35. Hit a home run
36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
37. Adopted an accent for an entire day
38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
39. Had two hard drives for your computer
40. Visited all 50 states
41. Taken care of someone who was drunk - pretty much every day that I work, yes
42. Had amazing friends - ahem, HAVE amazing friends, thank you.
43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country - DR
44. Watched wild whales
45. Stolen a sign
46. Backpacked in Europe.
47. Taken a road-trip
48. Gone rock climbing
49. Midnight walk on the beach
50. Gone sky diving
51. Visited Ireland
52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love - but I wasn't really in love, in retrospect
53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them
54. Visited Japan
55. Milked a cow
56. Alphabetized your CDs – what’s wrong with that?
57. Pretended to be a superhero – Wonder Woman Underoos!!
58. Sung karaoke
59. Lounged around in bed all day
60. Played touch football
61. Gone scuba diving
62. Kissed in the rain
63. Played in the mud
64. Played in the rain
65. Gone to a drive-in theater
66. Visited the Great Wall of China – I’m assuming this does not mean the Chinese restaurant in the strip mall?
67. Started a business
68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken - see #72
69. Toured ancient sites
70. Taken a martial arts class
71. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
72. Gotten married
73. Been in a movie
74. Crashed a party
75. Gotten divorced
76. Gone without food for 5 days
77. Made cookies from scratch
78. Won first prize in a costume contest
79. Ridden a gondola in Venice
80. Gotten a tattoo
81. Rafted the Snake River
82. Been on television news programs as an “expert”
83. Got flowers for no reason
84. Performed on stage
85. Been to Las Vegas
86. Recorded music
87. Eaten shark
88. Kissed on the first date
89. Gone to Thailand
90. Bought a house
91. Been in a combat zone
92. Buried one/both of your parents
93. Been on a cruise ship
94. Spoken more than one language fluently
95. Performed in Rocky Horror
96. Raised children
97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking
103. Had plastic surgery
104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived
105. Wrote articles for a large publication
106. Lost over 100 pounds
107. Held someone while they were having a flashback
108. Piloted an airplane
109. Touched a stingray
110. Broken someone’s heart
111. Helped an animal give birth
112. Won money on a T.V. game show
113. Broken a bone
114. Gone on an African photo safari
115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears
116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
118. Ridden a horse
119. Had major surgery
120. Had a snake as a pet
121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
124. Visited all 7 continents
125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
126. Eaten kangaroo meat
127. Eaten sushi – mmm!
128. Had your picture in the newspaper
129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about
130. Gone back to school
131. Parasailed
132. Touched a cockroach
133. Eaten fried green tomatoes - my stepmom's are totally delicious
134. Read The Iliad
135. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read
136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
137. Skipped all your school reunions
138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
139. Been elected to public office
140. Written your own computer language
141. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream
142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
143. Built your own PC from parts
144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you
145. Had a booth at a street fair - sort of, with my church
146. Dyed your hair
147. Been a DJ
148. Shaved your head
149. Caused a car accident
150. Saved someone’s life - I try to every day I work!
What have you done?
1. Bought everyone in the bar a drink
2. Swam with wild dolphins
3. Climbed a mountain
4. Taken a Ferrari for a test drive
5. Been inside the Great Pyramid
6. Held a tarantula (hey, you didn't say it had to be alive)
7. Taken a candlelit bath with someone (they are the best kind!)
8. Said “I love you” and meant it (every day, I do)
9. Hugged a tree
10. Bungee jumped
11. Visited Paris
12. Watched a lightning storm at sea
13. Stayed up all night long and saw the sun rise (while writing papers, yes)
14. Seen the Northern Lights
15. Gone to a huge sports game (and survived the crush afterwards)
16. Walked the stairs to the top of the leaning Tower of Pisa
17. Grown and eaten your own vegetables
18. Touched an iceberg
19. Slept under the stars - in the Dominican Republic, where you could see every star
20. Changed a baby’s diaper
21. Taken a trip in a hot air balloon
22. Watched a meteor shower
23. Gotten drunk on champagne
24. Given more than you can afford to charity
25. Looked up at the night sky through a telescope
26. Had an uncontrollable giggling fit at the worst possible moment
27. Had a food fight
28. Bet on a winning horse
29. Asked out a stranger
30. Had a snowball fight
31. Screamed as loudly as you possibly can
32. Held a lamb
33. Seen a total eclipse
34. Ridden a roller coaster
35. Hit a home run
36. Danced like a fool and not cared who was looking
37. Adopted an accent for an entire day
38. Actually felt happy about your life, even for just a moment
39. Had two hard drives for your computer
40. Visited all 50 states
41. Taken care of someone who was drunk - pretty much every day that I work, yes
42. Had amazing friends - ahem, HAVE amazing friends, thank you.
43. Danced with a stranger in a foreign country - DR
44. Watched wild whales
45. Stolen a sign
46. Backpacked in Europe.
47. Taken a road-trip
48. Gone rock climbing
49. Midnight walk on the beach
50. Gone sky diving
51. Visited Ireland
52. Been heartbroken longer than you were actually in love - but I wasn't really in love, in retrospect
53. In a restaurant, sat at a stranger’s table and had a meal with them
54. Visited Japan
55. Milked a cow
56. Alphabetized your CDs – what’s wrong with that?
57. Pretended to be a superhero – Wonder Woman Underoos!!
58. Sung karaoke
59. Lounged around in bed all day
60. Played touch football
61. Gone scuba diving
62. Kissed in the rain
63. Played in the mud
64. Played in the rain
65. Gone to a drive-in theater
66. Visited the Great Wall of China – I’m assuming this does not mean the Chinese restaurant in the strip mall?
67. Started a business
68. Fallen in love and not had your heart broken - see #72
69. Toured ancient sites
70. Taken a martial arts class
71. Played D&D for more than 6 hours straight
72. Gotten married
73. Been in a movie
74. Crashed a party
75. Gotten divorced
76. Gone without food for 5 days
77. Made cookies from scratch
78. Won first prize in a costume contest
79. Ridden a gondola in Venice
80. Gotten a tattoo
81. Rafted the Snake River
82. Been on television news programs as an “expert”
83. Got flowers for no reason
84. Performed on stage
85. Been to Las Vegas
86. Recorded music
87. Eaten shark
88. Kissed on the first date
89. Gone to Thailand
90. Bought a house
91. Been in a combat zone
92. Buried one/both of your parents
93. Been on a cruise ship
94. Spoken more than one language fluently
95. Performed in Rocky Horror
96. Raised children
97. Followed your favorite band/singer on tour
99. Taken an exotic bicycle tour in a foreign country
100. Picked up and moved to another city to just start over
101. Walked the Golden Gate Bridge
102. Sang loudly in the car, and didn’t stop when you knew someone was looking
103. Had plastic surgery
104. Survived an accident that you shouldn’t have survived
105. Wrote articles for a large publication
106. Lost over 100 pounds
107. Held someone while they were having a flashback
108. Piloted an airplane
109. Touched a stingray
110. Broken someone’s heart
111. Helped an animal give birth
112. Won money on a T.V. game show
113. Broken a bone
114. Gone on an African photo safari
115. Had a facial part pierced other than your ears
116. Fired a rifle, shotgun, or pistol
117. Eaten mushrooms that were gathered in the wild
118. Ridden a horse
119. Had major surgery
120. Had a snake as a pet
121. Hiked to the bottom of the Grand Canyon
122. Slept for more than 30 hours over the course of 48 hours
123. Visited more foreign countries than U.S. states
124. Visited all 7 continents
125. Taken a canoe trip that lasted more than 2 days
126. Eaten kangaroo meat
127. Eaten sushi – mmm!
128. Had your picture in the newspaper
129. Changed someone’s mind about something you care deeply about
130. Gone back to school
131. Parasailed
132. Touched a cockroach
133. Eaten fried green tomatoes - my stepmom's are totally delicious
134. Read The Iliad
135. Selected one “important” author who you missed in school, and read
136. Killed and prepared an animal for eating
137. Skipped all your school reunions
138. Communicated with someone without sharing a common spoken language
139. Been elected to public office
140. Written your own computer language
141. Thought to yourself that you’re living your dream
142. Had to put someone you love into hospice care
143. Built your own PC from parts
144. Sold your own artwork to someone who didn’t know you
145. Had a booth at a street fair - sort of, with my church
146. Dyed your hair
147. Been a DJ
148. Shaved your head
149. Caused a car accident
150. Saved someone’s life - I try to every day I work!
Wednesday, December 5, 2007
felinity
Ways I Am Like My Cat, Missy:
1. Napping is crucial.
2. I have been known to be crabby most times but then sweet and loving if I want to get my way.
3. Sometimes I want to snuggle.
4. Sometimes I don't.
5. But most times, I sleep much better when I am snuggled up next to the person I love most.
6. I have some extra cushioning.
7. I am a very finicky eater, and I love treats.
8. I get irritated when I am not the center of attention.
9. When I am center of said attention, particularly when there are several people around, I have been known to do some embarrassing things, completely unaware.
10. I believe I am Queen of My House, yet stepping outside into the world can, at times, be scary.
11. I don't like change, but I'll eventually get used to it.
12. Loud noises make me jump.
13. Sometimes I'll wake up from a bad dream and cry (her: meow) a bit, then fall back asleep.
14. Most days, I am disinclined to move, though occasionally I will tear around the house like a mad(cat)woman.
15. I like looking at myself in the mirror.
Ways I Am NOT Like My Cat, Missy:
1. I do not sleep approximately 23 of the 24 hours of the day.
2. Though I've been known to embarrass myself in public, it is NOT because I have marched in the center of the room, lifted my leg most ungraciously, and proceeded to lick my privates in front of mixed company.
3. I do not poo onto litter, step in it, then proceed to track it across the house.
4. I do not drink water from a bowl.
5. I also do not find panties, hair elastics, and socks, and drop them into said bowl to make tea or soup.
6. I do not eat plastic.
7. I do not chase the beams of light that scatter across our bedroom when cars drive by, nor do I meow in protest when I can't seem to "catch" them.
1. Napping is crucial.
2. I have been known to be crabby most times but then sweet and loving if I want to get my way.
3. Sometimes I want to snuggle.
4. Sometimes I don't.
5. But most times, I sleep much better when I am snuggled up next to the person I love most.
6. I have some extra cushioning.
7. I am a very finicky eater, and I love treats.
8. I get irritated when I am not the center of attention.
9. When I am center of said attention, particularly when there are several people around, I have been known to do some embarrassing things, completely unaware.
10. I believe I am Queen of My House, yet stepping outside into the world can, at times, be scary.
11. I don't like change, but I'll eventually get used to it.
12. Loud noises make me jump.
13. Sometimes I'll wake up from a bad dream and cry (her: meow) a bit, then fall back asleep.
14. Most days, I am disinclined to move, though occasionally I will tear around the house like a mad(cat)woman.
15. I like looking at myself in the mirror.
Ways I Am NOT Like My Cat, Missy:
1. I do not sleep approximately 23 of the 24 hours of the day.
2. Though I've been known to embarrass myself in public, it is NOT because I have marched in the center of the room, lifted my leg most ungraciously, and proceeded to lick my privates in front of mixed company.
3. I do not poo onto litter, step in it, then proceed to track it across the house.
4. I do not drink water from a bowl.
5. I also do not find panties, hair elastics, and socks, and drop them into said bowl to make tea or soup.
6. I do not eat plastic.
7. I do not chase the beams of light that scatter across our bedroom when cars drive by, nor do I meow in protest when I can't seem to "catch" them.
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