I guess I will have to change the part in my profile about thinking about getting a job. I thought about it ( I need the money), applied, had an interview yesterday and accepted a job this morning. Wish me luck as I go in to do all the fun paperwork next week.
Here is the website of the place I will be working at:http://www.nvhosp.org/
Friday, March 31, 2006
Wednesday, March 29, 2006
French protests
This is the best article I have read so far about the situation in France as a whole and the culture in which these protests are comming from.
http://www.slate.com/id/2138949/
http://www.slate.com/id/2138949/
Tuesday, March 28, 2006
Points of Interest
I thought I would post about some small but odd things from this week of living in Montana.
1)Down the street there is a fire truck for sale. Parked in a parking lot, with a big for sale sign in the window. Just think, are you looking for the next step up from you gas guzzling Hummer? Consider purchasing this shiny red fire truck. Ladders included. Your kids will love it. You will be the coolest mom on the block. Everyone will want to ride with you on carpool days. (This is when I am really missing my lost camera, so I could post a pic of this.)
2) Chocolate eggs are 94 cents a dozen at Wall-Mart. Now think about this. These eggs are packed in a foam crate just like real eggs, processed and put all sort of crap in them. Real eggs are 98 cents a dozen at Wall-Mart. The real egg, as in, straight out of the chicken kind of egg. Something is wrong with the way we eat.
3) There was a men's retreat at my church a few weeks ago. Men were encouraged to bring the following: friends, Bible, pen, notebook, teachable heart, (so far, fairly normal) snowmobile, 4-wheeler, ice fishing equipment, firearms, and ammunition. Later there were pictures of the men doing their manly things including shooting at clay pigeons. The caption on that picture read, "The church that shoots together, stays together".
4) Have you ever met a person and you know the second you meet them that the only reason they met you is to put their ideals on you? Mr. M and I made our acquaintance with a man at church. After shaking my husband's hand, he immediately pulls out pictures of his garden out of his bible and starts talking about gardening and the importance of healthy eating and how his compost pile has apple cores from New Zealand, and banana peels from South America. I (trying my best to embrace that we are all part of the body of Christ) attempt to make pleasant conversation with the fellow although it is getting strange.
Then he asks if we read what he wrote in the newspaper on Friday. We don't get the paper, but I think to myself that perhaps he writes a column on gardening or something. No, turns out that he wrote a letter arguing with what some cardiolgist had said. The thought goes through my head, "Oh my god, he is one of those nuts who writes the paper to make fools of themselves and say there is a big conspiracy."
Next the conversation turns to how the government doesn't research heart disease correctly and everything we have been told is false and he can prove it. (Taking deep breath here, not any old nut, he is turning into a conspiracy theorist).
Since I have worked on a cardiac floor this is a little much for me. Now I am not denying that there is plenty of stuff that docs change their minds about, but most people have heart disease because they are FAT! When my 400 pound patient is wheeled in the door (because they can't walk, they are so FAT), their heart is in bad shape because they are FAT and eat to much fried chicken. I attempt to explain this to the guy in a nice a way as possible, and he tells me that there are conflicting studies all the time and what do I have to say to that?!?!?!?!?!?!?! At this point, I am ready to tear what few strands of hair are left on his head and tell him that he is a complete moron. Of course there are conflicting studies, some are badly done, different people are different, and few are done EXACTLY alike! Read the freaking fine print! AGGGGGGGG!
My darling husband, seeing the look on my face, mumbles something about that we must get going and such and gets me away from the man before I blow my top.
1)Down the street there is a fire truck for sale. Parked in a parking lot, with a big for sale sign in the window. Just think, are you looking for the next step up from you gas guzzling Hummer? Consider purchasing this shiny red fire truck. Ladders included. Your kids will love it. You will be the coolest mom on the block. Everyone will want to ride with you on carpool days. (This is when I am really missing my lost camera, so I could post a pic of this.)
2) Chocolate eggs are 94 cents a dozen at Wall-Mart. Now think about this. These eggs are packed in a foam crate just like real eggs, processed and put all sort of crap in them. Real eggs are 98 cents a dozen at Wall-Mart. The real egg, as in, straight out of the chicken kind of egg. Something is wrong with the way we eat.
3) There was a men's retreat at my church a few weeks ago. Men were encouraged to bring the following: friends, Bible, pen, notebook, teachable heart, (so far, fairly normal) snowmobile, 4-wheeler, ice fishing equipment, firearms, and ammunition. Later there were pictures of the men doing their manly things including shooting at clay pigeons. The caption on that picture read, "The church that shoots together, stays together".
4) Have you ever met a person and you know the second you meet them that the only reason they met you is to put their ideals on you? Mr. M and I made our acquaintance with a man at church. After shaking my husband's hand, he immediately pulls out pictures of his garden out of his bible and starts talking about gardening and the importance of healthy eating and how his compost pile has apple cores from New Zealand, and banana peels from South America. I (trying my best to embrace that we are all part of the body of Christ) attempt to make pleasant conversation with the fellow although it is getting strange.
Then he asks if we read what he wrote in the newspaper on Friday. We don't get the paper, but I think to myself that perhaps he writes a column on gardening or something. No, turns out that he wrote a letter arguing with what some cardiolgist had said. The thought goes through my head, "Oh my god, he is one of those nuts who writes the paper to make fools of themselves and say there is a big conspiracy."
Next the conversation turns to how the government doesn't research heart disease correctly and everything we have been told is false and he can prove it. (Taking deep breath here, not any old nut, he is turning into a conspiracy theorist).
Since I have worked on a cardiac floor this is a little much for me. Now I am not denying that there is plenty of stuff that docs change their minds about, but most people have heart disease because they are FAT! When my 400 pound patient is wheeled in the door (because they can't walk, they are so FAT), their heart is in bad shape because they are FAT and eat to much fried chicken. I attempt to explain this to the guy in a nice a way as possible, and he tells me that there are conflicting studies all the time and what do I have to say to that?!?!?!?!?!?!?! At this point, I am ready to tear what few strands of hair are left on his head and tell him that he is a complete moron. Of course there are conflicting studies, some are badly done, different people are different, and few are done EXACTLY alike! Read the freaking fine print! AGGGGGGGG!
My darling husband, seeing the look on my face, mumbles something about that we must get going and such and gets me away from the man before I blow my top.
Wednesday, March 22, 2006
No Words Describe
Read this article first before you read my post, or else you won't know what I am talking about.
Now thank God above that you grew up in the family you did. Because no matter how screwed up they are, you didn't go through that. (Warning: I will be expressing some religious beliefs. There, I warned you.)
Sometimes I am scared that by becoming a nurse I have made myself immune to others suffering. I don't care as much as I used to, don't have the emotional room for others hurts (or perceived hurts). But last night I lay in bed and thought about this girl. For a few min, I thought, "Wait, maybe I could adopt her! We have a spare bedroom, she wouldn't need a babysitter, we would love her." Except for the fact that I have only been married a few months, we have NO money and she and I don't speak the same language.
And then of course they have to ask the question about if she believes in good people in the world. So what if she does or doesn't?!? The world is filled with horrible, evil, shitty people. (pardon my French, but it is true in this case, what has been done to her is obscene.) We are a people on self-destruct and always have been. What is even more horrible and evil is that this is not a once every 20 years kind of incident. Horrible, evil things happen every day to millions of people. Only by God's sheer grace am I not in their shoes.
I don't understand people who think that the world is basically good. Only people who live in the USA, don't read or watch the news, and have never worked in a hospital could say that. The fact is WE SUCK. We are HORRIBLE and we are EVIL. There is evil in the world and it is in every one of us. If you don't know about it in yourself then either you are an idiot, or exist on about 5 brain cells. Look around, I mean really look around you. Evil is not just what we do, it is what we don't do (myself included). Do I treat others around me with the love and respect they deserve for being a fellow human, created in the image of God? No, I don't. And you don't either.
Last night as I was wallowing in how evil the world is, my prayer is for "Lord, come quickly. We need You. Gulsoma needs you."
Now thank God above that you grew up in the family you did. Because no matter how screwed up they are, you didn't go through that. (Warning: I will be expressing some religious beliefs. There, I warned you.)
Sometimes I am scared that by becoming a nurse I have made myself immune to others suffering. I don't care as much as I used to, don't have the emotional room for others hurts (or perceived hurts). But last night I lay in bed and thought about this girl. For a few min, I thought, "Wait, maybe I could adopt her! We have a spare bedroom, she wouldn't need a babysitter, we would love her." Except for the fact that I have only been married a few months, we have NO money and she and I don't speak the same language.
And then of course they have to ask the question about if she believes in good people in the world. So what if she does or doesn't?!? The world is filled with horrible, evil, shitty people. (pardon my French, but it is true in this case, what has been done to her is obscene.) We are a people on self-destruct and always have been. What is even more horrible and evil is that this is not a once every 20 years kind of incident. Horrible, evil things happen every day to millions of people. Only by God's sheer grace am I not in their shoes.
I don't understand people who think that the world is basically good. Only people who live in the USA, don't read or watch the news, and have never worked in a hospital could say that. The fact is WE SUCK. We are HORRIBLE and we are EVIL. There is evil in the world and it is in every one of us. If you don't know about it in yourself then either you are an idiot, or exist on about 5 brain cells. Look around, I mean really look around you. Evil is not just what we do, it is what we don't do (myself included). Do I treat others around me with the love and respect they deserve for being a fellow human, created in the image of God? No, I don't. And you don't either.
Last night as I was wallowing in how evil the world is, my prayer is for "Lord, come quickly. We need You. Gulsoma needs you."
Tuesday, March 21, 2006
Where was your gnome born?
Several years ago my roommate Betsy studied abroad in Germany for a summer. When she came back, she had a fascinating tale of the German people's outrage over the Polish made gnomes undercutting the German made gnomes. For an actual newspaper article about this, click here. In summation, most Germans don't care and are buying the cheaper Polish made garden gnome. And many of the old German families who have been making expensive gnomes for decades are going out of business. (Capitalism in Europe, who let that in?) Well, I was browsing through Target the other day and saw a garden gnome sitting on the shelf, looking so cute and peaceful. I thought to my self, "Well, he is a bit pricey, I wonder if he is a German or Polish garden gnome?" I was not plagued by the thought that he could be make in America, not possible. So I picked the little guy up and turned him over to see a very small label: MADE IN CHINA. Not even from the same area of the world! (I wonder if the Chinese factory workers realize what they are making and if they do, do they realize how their labor is helping their fellow man all over the world? Do they find meaning knowing that the workers of the world will unite and overcome the evil factory owners who make them trade their labor for money and worse still, they labor making gnomes?)
But never fear, there is an organization ever ready to help us deal with the moral anguish this places us in. The ultimate answer is not where your gnome was born, but if he is enslaved. In the eternal words of William Wallace: "FREEDOM!"
But never fear, there is an organization ever ready to help us deal with the moral anguish this places us in. The ultimate answer is not where your gnome was born, but if he is enslaved. In the eternal words of William Wallace: "FREEDOM!"
Thursday, March 16, 2006
Oh pleeeeze....
Most people who don't win the Oscar award don't go around saying how much better they are then everyone else and then proceed to whine and moan about it. You lost! Get over it. Heck I don't even remember who won best movie last year, so get over it. There is a good song for this, You can't always get what you want.
Not to mention that there are several problems with her article.
1) The academy can vote for whoever they want. That's the point. And yes, they have voted in some sucky performances before, but "crash" isn't one of them.
2) She accuses the academy of being out of touch with American culture. I agree, but not the way she thinks. She actually believes that "Brokeback Mountain" is what Americans over the entire USA are holding up as their wonderful culture?!? Honey, come visit Montana. These guys wouldn't be caught dead in your movie.
3) She says that "Crash" cheated because they sent out a bunch of DVD's to the voters. No way! You mean they did what every other movie does in trying to win? You can do that, it's legal, and even expected. If you can't shell out a few grand to send your move to the voters, what do you expect? And if you don't have a few grand to shell out, did your movie do well? After all, don't you know what the American people love?
4) The part I take most offense to, calling "Crash" trash. It's not. Now I haven't seen Brokeback Mountain, I will when it comes out on video. I am sure it is a well done movie. I am not arguing any of that. But I have seen "Crash" and it is an excellent movie. I was going to write about it before, this article anyway.
If you haven't seen "Crash" you need to. It isn't a pick me up sort of movie, but I think it really exposes all of us. It really is the human condition. We all have parts of us that suck, and we all have parts of us that don't suck as much, and somehow we all have to live together in this crazy world. If you have ever lived in a city, you will get this movie. The thing that really impressed me about this movie is the fact that they dealt with racism, but didn't make it a simple issue or even a black/white issue. It's an us issue. It's not going away anytime soon, you will probably be mistreated at some point in your life. How is that going to define you?
Not to mention that there are several problems with her article.
1) The academy can vote for whoever they want. That's the point. And yes, they have voted in some sucky performances before, but "crash" isn't one of them.
2) She accuses the academy of being out of touch with American culture. I agree, but not the way she thinks. She actually believes that "Brokeback Mountain" is what Americans over the entire USA are holding up as their wonderful culture?!? Honey, come visit Montana. These guys wouldn't be caught dead in your movie.
3) She says that "Crash" cheated because they sent out a bunch of DVD's to the voters. No way! You mean they did what every other movie does in trying to win? You can do that, it's legal, and even expected. If you can't shell out a few grand to send your move to the voters, what do you expect? And if you don't have a few grand to shell out, did your movie do well? After all, don't you know what the American people love?
4) The part I take most offense to, calling "Crash" trash. It's not. Now I haven't seen Brokeback Mountain, I will when it comes out on video. I am sure it is a well done movie. I am not arguing any of that. But I have seen "Crash" and it is an excellent movie. I was going to write about it before, this article anyway.
If you haven't seen "Crash" you need to. It isn't a pick me up sort of movie, but I think it really exposes all of us. It really is the human condition. We all have parts of us that suck, and we all have parts of us that don't suck as much, and somehow we all have to live together in this crazy world. If you have ever lived in a city, you will get this movie. The thing that really impressed me about this movie is the fact that they dealt with racism, but didn't make it a simple issue or even a black/white issue. It's an us issue. It's not going away anytime soon, you will probably be mistreated at some point in your life. How is that going to define you?
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
(Arrg to Sofa Mart III) The Couch Has ARRIVED !!!!!
...but not without drama, of course. Lonnie called on Monday to check on our couch. Note that it is Lonnie calling them, not Sofa Mart calling us.
Sofa Mart: "Oh yes, your couch is in."
Pause in conversation.
Lonnie: "Well, since you deliver to Kalispell on Tuesdays, could you deliver it tomorrow?"
Sofa Mart in a tone of amazement: "You want it tomorrow?"
Lonnie: "We bought the couch in Jan, we have been waiting for it for 6 weeks, yes I want it tomorrow."
Sofa Mart: "Well, .... I will see what I can do."
Does that not inspire me, the customer, with confidence? I mean this is the second couch that they have had to order for us and they are shocked that we would like to be able to sit down in our living room as soon as possible?
On Tuesday (yesterday), I get a phone call that my grandmother is going to have open heart surgery in the AM, stat. So I am upset about my grandmother and then this whole, will I have a couch? Should I fly to Texas? Is there even a plane leaving this state?
6:00 PM, still no couch. We call Sofa-Mart, well they are running late, but they are coming.
7:00 PM, call from the delivery guys. "Well, we are in Polson, it will be 9:00 until we can get there. Do you still want us to come?" Yes, freaking yes. My grandmother doesn't even go to bed at 9:00.
7:15 PM, call from delivery guys. I make Lonnie take it. "Well, this couch won't fit in your door and we are in Polson and ...." They are trying to get out of delivering the couch! They tell Lonnie that the sides don't come off the couch even though we were told that by the sells guy when he was telling us that we could reorder the couch. If the sides don't come off the couch, we would not have reordered it. Lonnie says, "You have come this far, let's try it at least."
9:05 PM, truck arrives with couch. Did you know that if you take the feet off the couch (as my husband had them do) and take the door off (which my husband did) and unscrew the banister in the hall (which my husband had them do), lo and behold, the couch fits in the door! Lonnie found it very interesting that when he was around they could get the couch in the door in less then 10 min. I find it very interesting too. Now everything that Lonnie had them do, is a basic part of being a delivery guy with large items. But they couldn't do it unless the person who isn't supposed to know how to move couches tells them what to do.
End of story: we have a beautiful red couch that is quite comfy, I will never buy any large items from Sofa Mart again, my grandmother is in surgery right now, and I am in Montana at the moment. Don't you just love mediocre endings?
Sofa Mart: "Oh yes, your couch is in."
Pause in conversation.
Lonnie: "Well, since you deliver to Kalispell on Tuesdays, could you deliver it tomorrow?"
Sofa Mart in a tone of amazement: "You want it tomorrow?"
Lonnie: "We bought the couch in Jan, we have been waiting for it for 6 weeks, yes I want it tomorrow."
Sofa Mart: "Well, .... I will see what I can do."
Does that not inspire me, the customer, with confidence? I mean this is the second couch that they have had to order for us and they are shocked that we would like to be able to sit down in our living room as soon as possible?
On Tuesday (yesterday), I get a phone call that my grandmother is going to have open heart surgery in the AM, stat. So I am upset about my grandmother and then this whole, will I have a couch? Should I fly to Texas? Is there even a plane leaving this state?
6:00 PM, still no couch. We call Sofa-Mart, well they are running late, but they are coming.
7:00 PM, call from the delivery guys. "Well, we are in Polson, it will be 9:00 until we can get there. Do you still want us to come?" Yes, freaking yes. My grandmother doesn't even go to bed at 9:00.
7:15 PM, call from delivery guys. I make Lonnie take it. "Well, this couch won't fit in your door and we are in Polson and ...." They are trying to get out of delivering the couch! They tell Lonnie that the sides don't come off the couch even though we were told that by the sells guy when he was telling us that we could reorder the couch. If the sides don't come off the couch, we would not have reordered it. Lonnie says, "You have come this far, let's try it at least."
9:05 PM, truck arrives with couch. Did you know that if you take the feet off the couch (as my husband had them do) and take the door off (which my husband did) and unscrew the banister in the hall (which my husband had them do), lo and behold, the couch fits in the door! Lonnie found it very interesting that when he was around they could get the couch in the door in less then 10 min. I find it very interesting too. Now everything that Lonnie had them do, is a basic part of being a delivery guy with large items. But they couldn't do it unless the person who isn't supposed to know how to move couches tells them what to do.
End of story: we have a beautiful red couch that is quite comfy, I will never buy any large items from Sofa Mart again, my grandmother is in surgery right now, and I am in Montana at the moment. Don't you just love mediocre endings?
Sunday, March 12, 2006
Update on our couch
Well, we called Sofa Mart the other day to check on the whereabouts of our couch. Apparently it is St. Louis. "This is a good thing," according to the saleslady. Lonnie asked the saleslady if someone could call us to keep us updated on the couch. "Sure, no problem." That was a week ago. No one has contacted us. In fact, no one has ever contacted us. We had to call them to get it delivered the first time. I had to call them to make arrangements when the couch would not fit in the door. We had to call them to remind them to talk to their manager. And I will call them again to see if we will ever get our couch.
So we ordered this couch in Jan. It is March and I still don't have a place to sit in my living room. And the company clearly is not remotely concerned.
Does anyone know where I can go to throw a fit. I am a fairly patient person, but the total lack of concern or not attempting to make things right with us is starting to make me upset. That, and I can't have people over, because I have no couch! Arrrg to Sofa Mart!
So we ordered this couch in Jan. It is March and I still don't have a place to sit in my living room. And the company clearly is not remotely concerned.
Does anyone know where I can go to throw a fit. I am a fairly patient person, but the total lack of concern or not attempting to make things right with us is starting to make me upset. That, and I can't have people over, because I have no couch! Arrrg to Sofa Mart!
Friday, March 10, 2006
Sticking it to the man
My dear husband has on overactive sense of justice when it comes to warranties on products he buys. Most of us after buying the Mr. Coffee coffeemaker and then it has a problem 6 months later simply pitch the thing and get a new $17 coffeemaker. Not my husband.
Nope, first he digs out the receipt (which he actually still has), call the company and haggles with them for half an hour, packs the thing up, and pays the money to ship the thing to the warranty center. Two months later, we get a new coffee maker shipped to us. And my husband is so proud of himself for his "free" coffeemaker as he holds it in his arms and proudly proclaims, "that's sticking it to the man!"
Nope, first he digs out the receipt (which he actually still has), call the company and haggles with them for half an hour, packs the thing up, and pays the money to ship the thing to the warranty center. Two months later, we get a new coffee maker shipped to us. And my husband is so proud of himself for his "free" coffeemaker as he holds it in his arms and proudly proclaims, "that's sticking it to the man!"
Wednesday, March 08, 2006
Lime-a-way
Wandering the only Target in town with my new friend Janna, she expressed to me her frustration with her shower. Apparently it has rust all over the tub along with mineral deposits. I personally hate that, I feel so icky when taking a shower in a tub of rust. I know it isn't dirt, but some bad memories from staying with my widowed grandfather.
Anyway I lead Janna to the cleaning section and pick up the bright green bottle of lime-a-way. Being the daughter of a woman who knows her cleaning products (although mom, you have got to give scrubbing bubbles a shot, they are great) I know all about lime-a-way and the wonders that it can perform. If you have rust or mineral deposits this is what you need. I give a testimony to Janna about how I cleaned some of my guy friend's apartment so they could get their deposit back in College Station. For those of you who have spent any time in College Station, you know that it is a great town, horrible water. Well, their tub was terrible. I mean bad. I don't think it had really been cleaned in over a year. I spent some time with the tub and the lime-a-way and it looked better then before they moved in.
Janna seemed convinced by my testimonial and bought the green bottle. When Lonnie came home from work yesterday, he said that Janna told him that she had spent all weekend in the shower because she loved how clean it was after using the lime-a-way. So celebrate the small things in life like a clean tub. Here's to lime-a-way!
Anyway I lead Janna to the cleaning section and pick up the bright green bottle of lime-a-way. Being the daughter of a woman who knows her cleaning products (although mom, you have got to give scrubbing bubbles a shot, they are great) I know all about lime-a-way and the wonders that it can perform. If you have rust or mineral deposits this is what you need. I give a testimony to Janna about how I cleaned some of my guy friend's apartment so they could get their deposit back in College Station. For those of you who have spent any time in College Station, you know that it is a great town, horrible water. Well, their tub was terrible. I mean bad. I don't think it had really been cleaned in over a year. I spent some time with the tub and the lime-a-way and it looked better then before they moved in.
Janna seemed convinced by my testimonial and bought the green bottle. When Lonnie came home from work yesterday, he said that Janna told him that she had spent all weekend in the shower because she loved how clean it was after using the lime-a-way. So celebrate the small things in life like a clean tub. Here's to lime-a-way!
Wednesday, March 01, 2006
Revenge with a cell phone
This is great, almost makes me want to get a phone with a camera. But wait, I live in Montana. No one hits on me anymore. (Well, maybe one, but I am married to him).
http://www.hollabacknyc.blogspot.com/
http://www.hollabacknyc.blogspot.com/
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