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Had a complicated weekend, work was strange and wonderful all at the same time. Being a nurse isn’t always rewarding and fulfilling, and when working with kids sometimes it can be downright  sad. This Saturday night it was simply a bummer. I won’t and can’t go into detail, but after leaving my daughter Em crying because we gave away the kitten that afternoon, and dealing with some work issues, I was ready to hang up my nursing cap when I left that night.

After some much need rest, all felt right in the world again. I went back to work feeling refreshed and ready to “give-back” to the community. I have some great co-workers that I feel comfortable and safe talking to, that are very encouraging and kind. Thanks ladies… 

Tonight I pulled myself into Aiyannas class for a brutal beating and new outlook on life. Hard-core exercise is the best medicine I have ever given myself. It gives me energy, it gives me hope, it helps me sleep. After class I joined the ladies from moms club at Los Compos and SIX on the square. We had good conversation and lots of laughs. I love the fact that this amazing group of women and mothers have really bonded and I enjoy hanging out with them. I feel like we have our own little desperate housewives of Clay county group going…HA! It’s great.

Lastly I will say a few more things about Calvin Klein’s new ad in downtown Manhattan. It disgusts me. I am sickend by the lack of concern for America’s youth. I can guarantee you that a sweet little old lady isn’t running that ad campaign. There is nothing in that ad about wholesomeness, nothing about love, and everything that lacks integrity.

CK…if you wanna sell my daughter jeans, if you want my money, take down the sign. Put up an ad that shows teens huddled around xboxes and cheetos, girls standing at the ball field fence watching the boys hit in the winning run, jeans in a pile on the swimming pool deck and teens splashing in the neighborhood pool, how about wading in a creek with jeans rolled up catching craw-dads…CK, help my teens, help your teens, be the best they can be, let them be kids for a little bit longer, allow youth to bask and glow in the dog days of summer. Quit telling them they need to be sexually active to be cool…unless of course you are planning a raunchy maternity line. 

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Must read! This “Randy Peterson” fella is my brother in law. He’s obviously pretty awesome…

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I’m sitting in the garage in an old green chair that didn’t sell in our garage sale. I’m kind of glad though and here’s why:

It’s amazingly comfortable, although it lacks a certain aesthetic appeal, it’s green and brown and ripped to shreds from my cat using it as a scratching post. It reminds me of those ladies suits that were stylish in the 50’s and came back briefly a few years ago…what are those called…? Tweed, that’s it. It’s also Ethan Allen, and did I mention that it’s comfortable? Actuually, it’s the epitomy of comfort, and right now serves as the most amazing throne from which to view a late spring thunderstorm in my garage. Yeah, you’re right, I look like total white trash, and it’s awesome. Two of my neighbors just drove by and waved, wish I could be a fly on the inside of their car window, would love to hear that conversation; “Wow, hon, she looks really comfortable, let’s just hope she doesn’t get too comfy there, we have company coming next week.”

It also represents a time in my life that wasn’t so comfortable. When I was in my early twenties I was going to college and raising a little girl alone. I had a couch, one that my parents had given me, one that I remembered getting brand new as a girl, about age 5…very puffy, very floral. When the offer for a matching couch and chair came in I said great, not expecting too much, but definitely not expecting comfort or Ethan Allen. The people in my church really took care of us, we never, ever, wanted for a thing. God’s people are good people, I know you hear lots of conflicting things on the news and radio, but those people aren’t God’s people, they are pretenders. 

But I digress…as I sit in this chair I am reminded of a time when not having a lot didn’t really matter. I just wanted to pass that next test and take Mesha to the movies. We had some good times back then, her and I, and now that she’s sixteen, I think I may be the last person in the world she wants to spend time with…but such is life.  I look forward to the day when we can really reconnect. Until then I will come out here and sit, and reminisce, and count my blessings, until my husband gets tired of looking at it and hauls it off. 

I think getting lost in a moment is a good thing.

First of all you have to read this story, it’s a fluffin classic!

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Went to see “Star Trek” tonight with Stephan. I won’t spoil the movie but I will say that it was genuinly entertaining, and that  I enjoyed it more than “Batman Begins.” One of my favorite parts was when Leonard Nemoy says farewell to someone in the end, very witty.

Otherwise…my neck hurts and has been for a week and a half. I slept on it wrong and I have been paying for it ever since. I now use heat and a neck pillow and feel like an old lady.

Tomorrow is a work retreat and words cannot describe the joy I feel inside. The anticipation is killing me and I am like a bull at the rodeo just waiting to burst from the gate. I am eager, I am excited, I am anticipatory, I am lying…

Why won’t someone pay me to stay a home, take care of my kids, and tweet all day?

It is time for bed, my family is all asleep, and the vicodin is making me crazy…

Buenos Noches mi amigos