8 posts in 1...so there.

I voted yesterday. My voting place was moved this year from my neighbors basement to a used car lot.
I stood in line for about an hour. I had to stand there and look at the guy who was guarding the machine, or giving out instructions, or whatever.........but I had to stand there and try not to stare at his stretched marked belly that hung below his shirt. I had to resist not walking over to him to pull down his shirt. His rotten teeth distracted m from his belly for about a minute.
All in all I feel pretty good about my choices, and it always feels good to exercise my right to vote!
On my way home from voting, some guy was standing on the highway holding a VOTE FOR P sign. I beeped and gave him a thumbs up . He yelled "thank you." It made me feel guilty for not voting for him.


I'm on call this week. Some dude called in sick last night at 12:15 am for a 3pm-11pm shift, and then he wanted to engage me in conversation. I hung up on him, and I don't feel guilty....as a matter a fact, I wish he'd call back so that I could do it again.

One of the patients in our facility called my boss a "mother fucker." It made me laugh cause he took the words right out of my mouth! I signed to the social worker a ^5. She laughed.

My dad should get his biopsy(prostate) report back tomorrow. I talked to him on the phone this evening, several times.....and he says it's no big deal, nothing to worry about. I worry anyway.

One time I had a patient who loved french fries from McDonalds. Since all of his family was either in prison or the gutter, and since he had no way of getting out to buy some, he rarely got to eat them. Every once in a great while I'd stop off and get him an order of fries. It was fun watching him eat them. He'd smack, lick his fingers, and savor each and every fry. But anyway, one day he was eating his fries and kinda got choked on one.......not Heimlich Maneuver choked, but coughing and face turning red choked. Another of my patients whispers to me "he's choking"...and I whisper back "yea. do you think we should call 911?" He says "yes"........so I ask him "do you know the number to 911?" He thinks about my question for a minute...........looks over at another patient and says "what's the number to 911?" He was serious as a heart attack. I guess you had to be there, and know these people......but it cracked me up.

I want to buy a piano, and learn how to play it.
I want to learn a foreign language. (I could curse at co-workers without them knowing it)

Speaking of janice Joplin.....I'm a big fan.....she's great to listen to when your angry,PMS'ing or doing housework...........if I could be a rock star, I'd wanna be her....except I wouldn't be a drug addict....or maybe I'd be a drug addict for a minute, but I'd get my act together way before the drugs could killed me.

When I was a kid I dreamed of being the first female, professional baseball player. I wanted to play for the Cincinnati Reds. My uncle played for them, and he was my idol. He was my idol until I realized he was a racist, and probably a drunk.
I never made it to the pros. I gave up on that dream when I decided I wanted to be an actress. My cousin made it to the pros, and played for the Reds.....and he's not a racist or a drunk.