Monday, May 17, 2010

sunday

I love the sweet, quiet, companionship that Mr. Bojangles offers me.

I think every one of my patients should have a pet, fish, plant,.....  

I'm not very religious. ....... My mother is an atheist.  (I think she's just faking it.) My father is an ex Catholic who hates everything about/  is still angry at the Catholic Church.
 I was raised Methodist.
I pray. I taught my children to pray.
I try to live "right".
I hope there's a God.

I apologized to another nurse a few weeks ago about a misunderstanding. I really didn't owe her an apology but it's my nature to be peace keeper. I was trying to keep the peace. So I apologized. She said to me "vengeance is mine saith the lord"......or something like that. I thought "fuck you, you fucking bitch"..............didn't say it.......just thought it............I think I said something like "okay"................
I don't have a point. I'm just rambling.

I've never cursed in front of my parents until I turned 40....................why I did then I'm not sure, or maybe I just don't want to get in to the why right now.................Daughter began using curse words in front of me after her cheer leading sponsor called her a fucking crybaby bitch.
I told her she's not allowed to use foul language in front of me....................and I told her she shouldn't use it in public either. I told her she loses credibility when she curses in her everyday conversation, it's not appealing, it's tacky....and so on and so on.....................
I don't remember my mom cursing. My dad was like the guy on "A Christmas Story".............he'd blow about every several months using a string of curse words.......and then that would be it  till the next time.

Daughter is working on a paper for school.
They read "Death Of A Salesman" and now she has to choose a character from the play and compare that character to someone in real life.
She has chosen to compare "the lady" with her school principal, Mr. D.
I haven't read the book............I guess I'll try to tonight.

Boyfriend is making meatloaf for supper.
I only like my moms and boyfriends meatloaf....................anyone else's is just gross to me. My house smells so good, like boyfriends meatloaf! Can't wait for supper.

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