This is my journey from S.N to R.N

I love the holidays. I love Christmas. I do. The spirit of giving gifts that are carefully thought out without a hidden agenda of getting something in return… well that’s just super! The family gathering together and eating good food while enjoying each other’s company….I love it.

My parents have cut back on the holiday extravaganzas, but I’m finding the same to be true of all of my friends’ parents as they are getting older as well. It must just be a parent thing. You do it for so many years, you start downsizing. I guess the more they downsize, the more I upgrade.

I have this thing about needing roots and home. So, Isaac and I are inviting everyone over this year. I decided last year that if nothing else, I’ll make Christmas happen the way I remember it as a kid.

Presents are already wrapped and under the tree. I’m very excited.

So, as you can see, the blog has a new look and title and such.
Why?

I got my nursing school schedule, email, passwords, etc. in the mail today which means my journey is really beginning. School starts in two weeks and two days. Im a bit nervous though to be honest. But so excited!!

My husband is cute. Like more than cute. Like I have to double take and stare cute.

He’s one of those people that doesn’t have to put any effort into their looks. Isaac is a perfect example. He rolls out of bed 12 minutes before work, takes a 2 minute shower, throws on his clothes and drives the 6 minutes to work- hair still wet and all.

This morning was another one of those mornings where he made me double glance and try to recatch my breath. He wasn’t doing anything spectacular. Just looking for some socks and walking by in his black pants that hung perfectly on his waist and a grey wife beater undershirt that showed off his muscles nicely.

“What?” he asked me.

“Oh, it’s nothing,” I replied turning around to face the computer.

He shrugged and slipped on his shirt. I turned around to say bye before he headed to work and took a moment to admire him….

..and his inside out shirt.

After a few seconds of convincing, he finally turned his shirt right side in and headed off to work.

Yeah, that’s mu husband. Inside out shirts, pants tucked into socks, the works. He is sexy…kinda. In a really disheveled way. I love it. And him.

That’s right. A mullet.

This is a random post about a family who was here for a day in the PICU. I’m really only putting it here for the amusement of my mother who enjoys any story where a mullet comes into play. And, well, I feel some back history is needed to put it all into perspective.

So, yesterday we had a patient who was hit by a car. She was in pretty good condition considering the situation. Althoguh she broke her right arm and shoulder, she was walking and talking just like normal. Now, I’m from California, so I’m still not completely used to the really thick southern drawls and sometimes the extent of the carefree attitudes of people who live out in the country (like her family does).
The Charge Nurse for the night asked her how she got hit by the car to which she replied “Oh, playing Hide N’ Go Seek with my cousins”.

“Wow,” the nurse replied, “well, I guess you didn’t do a very good job at hiding since the car sought you out.”
The thirteen year old stared at her with a blank face and said “Huh?”
The nurse repeated herself, trying to explain her joke. “I was just saying you didn’t do a very good job at hiding….cause, you know, the car sought you out.”
The girl shook her head again and stared.

Later, when the family was in the room, the girl needed to use her bedside toilet. She hitched up her gown and frowned at her brother over the shoulder exclaiming, “Alright! Don’t ya look now!!”

The nurse asked her mullet-having mother, (business in the front, party all the way down her back to her waist) is the girl was up to date with all her immunizations. The mom frowned and said “well, hold on now, i ain’t her momma, i just got married to her daddy so i don’t know all of that now.”

The girl later told us about the stitches she got on her foot after stepping on glass while shooting their pit bull who needed to be put to sleep for fighting other neighborhood dogs.

She went out to the floor today and is feeling much better. Success!

Well, folks, we’re a little over halfway moved in. And it feels so good!

I have to dig my super nifty camera out of a box so that I can take pictures! Isaac’s brother, David, spent the whole day helping us. Which was awesome, cause we couldn’t have done it alone. No way! We still quite a few things at the apartment. But that’s okay, cause we’ve got the apartment until the end of January. So, we aren’t rushing too much.

I’m beat though.

The kittens had a fabulous time exploring the new house and two more of Isaac’s brothers came over for dinner and video game battles later.

It was a good day. I hope yours was as well!