Sweetie!

Have a good weekend everyone!

God Bless The Beasts and The Children

I dont have any pictures for this one folks. It was one of those times when my camera wasn't handy.

I took Millie out in the front yard this evening for a romp and a good brushing. My girl just paraded around and inspected everything. She chinned a couple of pine cones and snacked a bit on some grass. I was just enjoying her and pulling out huge tufts of hair.

My neighbor across the street rescued her little niece and nephew. Their parents are meth heads and these little ones were living in bad conditions. When their aunt (my neighbor) heard about what was happening, they drove from Oklahoma to Florida to pick up these kids. They have seen way too much at the ages of 6 and 8.

I hear a loud exclamation from their yard. The little girl comes running the second she spies Millie. My neighbor followed and asked what Millie's story was. I told her and this little girl was so upset and outraged about Millie's treatment. (I probably shouldn't have said anything in front of her) She spoke to Millie in hushed tones and decided to give Millie Mouse a show. She turned flips for my girl. Sang her a little song and then raced up and down the yard while Millie watched in rapt attention. It was the cutest little performance and Millicent seemed to really enjoy it. She responded in kind with a couple of binky's.

The little boy came out of the house and his sister called to him to come see the bunny. He came over very shyly and asked me several questions about her. He then asked if he could pet her. I told him yes and how to touch her and he took off running for home. I was pretty puzzled. A couple of minutes later he came running back wearing latex gloves. I asked him what the gloves were for. He said, god bless him, "I dont want to get any bad germs on her"

He thinks his germs are bad? Jesus, I would like to kick his parents in the face.

I guess it just proves that treating others poorly because you were treated poorly is lousy excuse.

I Dont Recall..........

Asking you to check my butt, sweep my doots or take my picture. Just rub my ears, fix my salad and serve me human.........Geesh, it that so hard to understand?

Send In The Clowns

Seriously, I dont think so. I told you I hate clowns!

My past 10 hours.

I was gonna do a rant and rave when I got home this morning but for the life of me, I cant remember what I was pissed about. The following items are nonbun related but must be told.

I get to work and my regular lab assistant is off. (for those of you who could care less, I am a Histotechnician, that sounds interesting maybe but its not. I cut and prepare tissues for cancer testing. Its mostly prostate, bladders and a big ole testicle once in a while. Yummy)

So the psycho from hell is working. Lets call her Amber. (If I call her by her real name it may be like conjuring a demon) I have a tough time getting along with this woman. She is the nastiest person I know and I tend to pop off, well, rabid tidbits at her. This distresses my co-worker Shawn to no end. Now Shawn is awesome. He is very quiet, very reasonable and level headed and will occasionally shout out really dirty phrases when he is mad about something. Not just a cuss words but really nifty sentences. I adore him.

Shawn brought me a whole box (all for me) of Crispy Creme doughnuts. He knows I love them. The condition was that if he gave them to me, I had to tolerate Amber and not say bad things. "Sigh" What a dilemma. I grabbed up the box of yummies and mumbled a quick promise. Made my way to the coffee pot and hogged up three before the coffee was even done. I was very good all night and did not smite Amber with the jawbone of an ass or throw holy water on her.

Right before I left I splattered a big of pot of paraffin all over me. (that's wax, we embedd the pickles in it. Pickles are the tissues we receive in formalin. I know that is gross right but when you have seen tumors with teeth growing in them nothing grosses you out anymore, I also saw the term used in a really awesome book recently, made me very happy.) That went all over my scrubs.

When you wear scrubs, everyone assumes you are a doctor or a nurse. I get asked those questions all the time. Sometimes I tell the truth and sometimes I lie, depending on my mood. This morning I decided to lie.

I stopped at Panera Bread for my morning coffee and cookie before bed. (I know I had a box doughnuts but deal with it) I really cant stand when gross guys come up and start to groove on me. Especially at 8am after I have worked all night with pickles and a demon, have wax all over my pants and just generally am not in the mood. Here is the conversation:

"You a nurse or something"

"Yes, I am a trauma nurse in the emergency room"

He notices my pants........

"What's all over your pants"

"Brain matter"

"Uh, What did you say"

"You know, brain matter from someones head?"

"Okay, you want to go ahead of me?"

"Yes, thank you, I really need to get home and wash this off".

By the way there is a little grasshopper that has been living in my room the last 2 weeks. I cant seem to catch him to put him outside but I can feel him watching me. Yesterday morning he was sitting on Millie's head. We named him Elmer.

Have I ever mentioned that I hate clowns? That will be a story soon. I have had 2 traumatizing experiences with clowns.

There is a big hole in the back of my mouth where a tooth used to be. I hope it doesn't show up in a tumor.

See Haven was listening.

It's just too hot.

Millie knows its too hot to go outside and does not approve.

Its been awhile folks. I have missed my favorite blogs and blogging. I have been fighting toothache for the last couple weeks. The kind of pain where you cant think of anything, cant concentrate on anything and are close to cutting off your own head. I have been telling my dentist something is wrong with the crown he did. He kept xraying it and telling me nothing was wrong. I knew something was wrong with me. I havent felt like myself in the last couple of months, run down, no energy. Didnt think it was my tooth.

Sunday night I paced the floor with fever and pain waiting for 8am.I called a different dentist and they told to come straight away. He xrayed my tooth and said "yikes" (its not a good feeling when your dentist says "yikes") He said it was the worst looking infection he had seen in a while. A little longer and I would have been in the hospital. I will spare you the gory details but needless to say he pulled the tooth right then. It could not be saved. Its gonna take a while to get rid of the infection but it is slowly getting better. I am thinking of kicking my old dentist in the face......

The buns are all good. Just enjoying the air conditioning. The temps here have been over 100 until today.

What's new with me?

Financial aid turned down all my grant apps. I am screwed going to school for a while.

I refinanced my car at a much better rate.

I am glad a I work at night.

Got tickets to see Tom Petty and ZZ Top with my best girlfriends. Very excited.

Supposed to spend Halloween weekend in Eureka Springs with best girlfriends. Hope that happens.

It's hot hot hot here and my tooth kinda hurts.

Stay cool friends and if you live somewhere it isnt hot. I hate you just a little right now. (just kidding dear friends)