ran a million errands this morning.
celebrated boyfriends birthday this late afternoon.
mammogram results negative!
grateful for my job but wish i didn't have to work tomorrow.
Sunday, February 26, 2012
Monday, February 20, 2012
my man of the hour
Norah Jones - Man Of The Hour ( Live Good Morning America 11/16/2009 ) - YouTu
I play this everyday on my way home from work. By that time I'm usually missing Mr. Bojangles. It's my song to him!
I play this everyday on my way home from work. By that time I'm usually missing Mr. Bojangles. It's my song to him!
Sunday, February 19, 2012
sunday
Daughter asked if I'd get her one of these, a Savannah cat, after she graduates from college. She showed me some u-tube videos of these cats and now I want one. They're so cute, and playful.
I told her I'd get her one after she graduates.
When I left the grocery store Friday a mammogram bus was in the parking lot. I've been diligent about getting a mammogram since I was 38 or 39 years old.........................but the last time I had one it hurt. I mean it really hurt .I joke that the lady giving me the test fractured my left breast. So I've put it off for 2 years. I've worried about not having it done. So when i saw the van I thought just get it out of the way...........had nothing else pressing to do..........it's a free service..........and maybe it was a sign seeing the van, or some sort of devine intervention..........so i went in........&......I was hopeful it wouldn't hurt like last time.......but..........it killed my left breast again.
I have a patient who sings Gospel songs to me while I care for her diabetic foot. She has a beautiful singing voice......and I tell her she does. I love when she sings to me. It makes me feel calm and happy. Singing makes her happy.
I told her I'd get her one after she graduates.
When I left the grocery store Friday a mammogram bus was in the parking lot. I've been diligent about getting a mammogram since I was 38 or 39 years old.........................but the last time I had one it hurt. I mean it really hurt .I joke that the lady giving me the test fractured my left breast. So I've put it off for 2 years. I've worried about not having it done. So when i saw the van I thought just get it out of the way...........had nothing else pressing to do..........it's a free service..........and maybe it was a sign seeing the van, or some sort of devine intervention..........so i went in........&......I was hopeful it wouldn't hurt like last time.......but..........it killed my left breast again.
I have a patient who sings Gospel songs to me while I care for her diabetic foot. She has a beautiful singing voice......and I tell her she does. I love when she sings to me. It makes me feel calm and happy. Singing makes her happy.
Monday, February 13, 2012
monday
I took the day off work today for a bad back. Sitting or lying in bed all day doesn't help. Walking helps a little. Not a 12 hour shift of lifting patients, and bending over them to do treatments. Just a little walking and stretching. So boyfriend and I went out to walk the 3.89 acres for sale that interests me.
When I see the property I think of family sitting under the stars at a bon fire. I see a huge, wonderful, fruit and veggie garden. I see long walks and picnics in the woods with boyfriend.....watching deer from the front porch,.....sons coming out to frog gig..........and cozy nights in front of the fire place with boyfriend and the kitties.
The house on the property needs to be removed. I could have a home built on site, or maybe get a prefabricated\modular home.............I put up a picture of one below. It's simple, small, and cute I think. it just needs a firplace.
Wednesday, February 08, 2012
wed
Mom and dad are out of town for awhile so I've spent the last two days cleaning their house. When I cleaned their house for Christmas it was apparent to me that they can't keep up with that big house anymore. At that time I only had time to do some basic cleaning but knew I'd need to come back and really get my hands dirty.
At one point yesterday I was sitting on mom's bedroom floor dusting books and a table that sits next to mom's bed. Tucked in one of the books were letters from the dean from the university where mom graduated. She had a 4.0 GPA all through school and was on the deans list. I never knew. I also found a book with some of the poems mom wrote tucked between the pages. They made me cry they were so good. On the other hand I found a rejection letter from a magazine mom had sent one of her poems to for publication. It made me angry because I knew the rejection had to hurt my mom.......and I don't like her hurting.........and then I wondered if she gave up or if she continued to try to get published..............................and I wondered why she never shared any of this with me........................and then I felt a little guilty for reading her stuff. So I put it away. As I was sitting on moms bedroom floor thinking of her I heard noises down the hallway and in the living room, or maybe the noise was coming from outside. I cautiously walked down the hallway half expecting to see an intruder. I looked down the steps and through the glass at the sides of the front door. Two cop cruisers were out front.
I went outside. No cop around. So I yelled out.....HELLO! HELLO! and from the back yard came the police.
Dad signs up to have the police do property inspection while he is out of town. I guess the police actually do check things out.........so,
They called in to whoever they call and checked to make sure it was okay for me to be in mom and dads house. I was a little scared that maybe dad forgot to put me on the list, and I briefly saw myself being handcuffed and taken away. Of course things worked out and the police went on their way.....
When mom gets home I'm going to ask her about the letter from the publisher...........if she tried again......if she still writes.............ask her to hang her letters from the Dean so that her grandchildren and great-grandchildren can see them...................I also want them t o know that she was the very first woman to complete each and every course offered in the Women's Studies program at the university she attended.............
Mom and dads house is now sparkling clean. All that's left to do is take a quilt out of the dryer and fold it........and put a vase full of flowers on the breakfast bar a day before they're due home. It felt good doing for them.......
At one point yesterday I was sitting on mom's bedroom floor dusting books and a table that sits next to mom's bed. Tucked in one of the books were letters from the dean from the university where mom graduated. She had a 4.0 GPA all through school and was on the deans list. I never knew. I also found a book with some of the poems mom wrote tucked between the pages. They made me cry they were so good. On the other hand I found a rejection letter from a magazine mom had sent one of her poems to for publication. It made me angry because I knew the rejection had to hurt my mom.......and I don't like her hurting.........and then I wondered if she gave up or if she continued to try to get published..............................and I wondered why she never shared any of this with me........................and then I felt a little guilty for reading her stuff. So I put it away. As I was sitting on moms bedroom floor thinking of her I heard noises down the hallway and in the living room, or maybe the noise was coming from outside. I cautiously walked down the hallway half expecting to see an intruder. I looked down the steps and through the glass at the sides of the front door. Two cop cruisers were out front.
I went outside. No cop around. So I yelled out.....HELLO! HELLO! and from the back yard came the police.
Dad signs up to have the police do property inspection while he is out of town. I guess the police actually do check things out.........so,
They called in to whoever they call and checked to make sure it was okay for me to be in mom and dads house. I was a little scared that maybe dad forgot to put me on the list, and I briefly saw myself being handcuffed and taken away. Of course things worked out and the police went on their way.....
When mom gets home I'm going to ask her about the letter from the publisher...........if she tried again......if she still writes.............ask her to hang her letters from the Dean so that her grandchildren and great-grandchildren can see them...................I also want them t o know that she was the very first woman to complete each and every course offered in the Women's Studies program at the university she attended.............
Mom and dads house is now sparkling clean. All that's left to do is take a quilt out of the dryer and fold it........and put a vase full of flowers on the breakfast bar a day before they're due home. It felt good doing for them.......
Thursday, February 02, 2012
thursday
Went for a drive today. I thought this little place was kinda cool looking. It has two signs in the window. One said.......cold beer. The other one said........open. It's empty. But I suppose it used to be a little country bar.
This sign was out front of what used to be the little country bar. It says......cold beer, and coca cola.
I found a house that interests me. It's on two acres, in the country........but only 15 miles from where I live so it's still close to the city.
It has a shack of a house on it...........and since there was a no trespassing sign, I couldn't get a really good look at the land.
I'm thinking I could knock down the shack, and put a little house, like a little house on the prairie house, on the property.
I've exchanged an email with the realtor. He's going to give me a call tomorrow.
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