Sep 12

I am so glad it’s here.

I had to take an exam today for my Medical Standing Orders or “MSO’s” as we affectionately call them.   Basically, it’s 50 diagnoses that I can treat and prescribe for without having to call a referral doctor.  I worked from 9am until noon then 1pm until 4:55pm.

I was so excited to have it over with as I came downstairs (I was using an empty office upstairs where I wouldn’t be disturbed) with 5 minutes to spare before quitting time.

“We’ve got an emergency flying in…ETA is 25 minutes” barked Holly.

“Ooookay” I replied as I prepped the ER and briefed with my mentor on who would do what.

I have to just say right now, my mentor and I are like a well oiled machine in emergencies.  One of us is doing one thing while the other is doing something else.  It’s like we can read each other’s thoughts and you know what?  It feels damn great especially when your patient call both of you “his angels” as you’re poking him with needles and prepping him for his next flight out of here.

Tonight, after it was all over, we hi-fived and hugged, and floated on air.

It feels good to accomplish something that you feel you were born to do.

I’ve earned this weekend.  Now, where did I put that wine?

Sep 9

Apparantly WordPress isn’t allowing me to add links either.

Fucking fuck shit damn.


Sep 9

Because this particular format of WordPress doesn’t allow me to embed video, I’ll have to just send you this link to Duffy’s new single “Warwick Avenue”.

My longtime readers know that a few months back, I fell in love with her first US debut single “Mercy.”  I downloaded it when iTunes was still offering it for free. And still dance around my house to it. (of course when no one is home-though, Howard has heard me sing it-his poor wife is always singing something around the house)

Very seldom is there a song about heartbreak that sticks with you-or maybe just me-for life.

I’m here to tell you this song will be at the top of my list.

Because I don’t know one single person who hasn’t experienced that depth of heartache. That all consuming-how-the-hell-am-I-going-to-make-it-through-this-kind of feeling. Of giving second and third chances to someone who in the end, doesn’t love us enough to never hurt us again.

This is the kind of song you would play in the bathtub, while crying your eyes out, sipping warm red wine, and later thank Duffy for helping get you through the rough patch.

I downloaded it from iTunes and will no doubt have it on repeat for a while.

Sep 6

This is for anyone at a crossroads in their life.  Enjoy!

“Stop and Stare”  performed by OneRepublic

This town is colder now, I think it’s sick of us
It’s time to make our move, I’m shakin’ off the rust
I’ve got my heart set on anywhere but here
I’m staring down myself, counting up the years
Steady hands, just take the wheel…
And every glance is killing me
Time to make one last appeal for the life I lead

Stop and stare
I think I’m moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I’ve become what I can’t be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you’re here not there
And you’d give anything to get what’s fair
But fair ain’t what you really need
Oh, can you see what I see

They’re tryin’ to come back, all my senses push
Untie the weight bags, I never thought I could…
Steady feet, don’t fail me now
Gonna run till you can’t walk
But something pulls my focus out
And I’m standing down…

Stop and stare
I think I’m moving but I go nowhere
Yeah I know that everyone gets scared
But I’ve become what I can’t be, oh
Stop and stare
You start to wonder why you’re here not there
And you’d give anything to get what’s fair
But fair ain’t what you really need
Oh, can you see what I see

What you need, what you need…

Stop and stare
I think I’m moving but I go nowhere
And I know that everyone gets scared
But I’ve become what I can’t be
Oh, do you see what I see…

Sep 2

-Someone else I know found this here website.  I’m not mentioning names but this person is insanely cute, and has a name that is pronounced kind of like a country in Asia…(Or a body part, depending on who you ask..isn’t that right, Romeo?)  And let’s face it, I need all the readers I can get.
-Last night, a good friend of mine told me how they accidentally ordered a “vagina burrito” when they mean to say “vegetarian burrito”.  (cue the taco jokes…I know you’re all thinking of them right now)  And let me tell you, a Freudian slip out of that puritanical mouth?  Had me slapping my knee and nearly peeing my pants.  Classic!

-We watched “Notes On A Scandal” tonight and Dame Judi Dench is one scary scorned Lesbian.  No wonder she was nominated for an Academy Award.  Holy shit.

-So, I know everyone is talking about Bristol Palin’s pregnancy and the Republican portraying it as a positive thing because she is keeping her baby and apparantly she and her “baby daddy” plan to be married.  Personally?  I think it’s a private matter and in no way should reflect negatively on Sarah Palin’s ability to help run a nation.  However, devil’s advocate says; Were Sarah Palin running for the Democratic ticket?  Bristol would be no doubt, scorned by the Republicans because she is a *gasp* unwed mother!  A bad example for the teenagers of both parties.  However, what I find ironic is; that the Democrats themselves are jumping on that very same bandwagon.  Ah Spin.   You gotta love it.  No wonder I’m “undeclared” on my ballot every 4 years.

-I must follow up that last ramble saying that someone should probably save my political blips for posterity because I swore I would keep politics and religion out of this blog as much as possible and in the last 4 years I’ve managed to do just that…almost.

-Also, OMG, this blog is 4?  Really?  Somebody bring me some cake and ice cream.  Soy ice cream. I know it’s not as good as the real stuff but tell that to my gall bladder, okay?

Sep 1

Dear Memaw,

I cannot express how much I miss you on this very special day.  It’s hard to believe that just one month ago, we were chatting over the remains of our devoured breakfast.

You and I arguing over me doing the dishes as I clear the table and insist that you do nothing..”just stay there and relax”.

It’s our ritual and I always smile inside while you are arguing with me.

I love staying at your house when we are in NC and I’m so glad you wouldn’t have it any other way.  That house represents happy memories for me.  I feel safe, secure, and loved even as an adult.

I realize too, what a lucky child I was.  You taught me how to ride a bike, how to shuck fresh corn, how to string beans, and most of all, how to love.  In spite of growing up in a dysfunctional house, you offered stability and nurturing when I really needed it.

I love how you still offer it today, even though I’m now an adult.

The first few weeks after we leave your house are always the hardest for me.  And even though I know it’s painful and lonely for you, I’m glad you miss me just as much.  That when we talk on the phone we say the same thing to each other..

“Honey, this house is so empty without you and Howard…”

while I mirror your sentiment with:

“Memaw, we really miss being at your house..”

Then we laugh…and reassure each other that there’s always next year.  Yet another ritual that I bank in my heart full of sweet memories.

I hope you have a fabulous birthday, today.  I love you and miss you.


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