Friday, June 30, 2006
New Blog
I will be adding a new blog to my list of links. It details the exciting life a new law school graduate. I will not reveal her identity, but she did write some great movie reviews back in high school and appreciates hot weather like me. So welcome Tab and Brandy.
Tuesday, June 27, 2006
Not for children
I am not making this up.
There is a gas station chain around here called "Kum and go". I refuse to go to it. No props for being tacky.
The place where we got out tires is called "Big O tires".
Does anyone else think this is as bad as I do? How do you explain this to your kids?
There is a gas station chain around here called "Kum and go". I refuse to go to it. No props for being tacky.
The place where we got out tires is called "Big O tires".
Does anyone else think this is as bad as I do? How do you explain this to your kids?
Sunday, June 25, 2006
Glory
I think that deep down in all of us is a passion and desire for glory. As I sit here watching the last of the Lord of the Rings trilogy, I am reminded once again what stirs in all of us. There are many classics that we read throughout our formal education. But what do we read to our children? We read books of glory such as The Chronicles of Narnia, The Lord of the Rings, The Bridge. We love The Matrix, Braveheart, and Gladiator. Sam Houston grew up reading about the Napoleonic wars and our nation's founders were raised on the glory tales of Greek and Roman battles. We love to watch specials on TV about WWII. It holds our fascination unlike any other war in recent history. The Trojan war has been talked and read about for thousands of years.
We thrill to hear of bravery and glory of others. At some level, I bet most of us when reading Narnia and LTR longed to be a part of a great epic. To know what out destiny would have been and to know what kind of man (or woman) we really are. The glory of being part of something greater then oneself. Glory in being part of a great cause. To have been a rider of Rohan or a soldier of Gondor. We long be victorious and perform great against a certain evil. And somehow just sitting in an office day after day doesn't quite live up to our secret passions. We thought it would be different, we thought we would be righting the world. We feed on glory as a child and then laugh it off as an adult, but it is there. Somewhere, somehow is still the anxious expectation of a great resolution. It is coming and at certain magical moments it feels as if you could reach out and touch it. But the feeling fades and our busy lives soon convince us that tis but a dream. There is no glory left for us.
But wait still. There is a great resolution coming. There are whispers of a battle to come. The far corners of the earth cry out for justice. It is not a fairy tale. It may yet be a long way off, but a rider on a white horse is coming. He is coming to divide the righteous from the evil. He offers us a part of glory, where greatness awaits not in our glory, but in the greatest thing that is, a dance with our Creator. Glory awaits, and I will ride with Him someday.
We thrill to hear of bravery and glory of others. At some level, I bet most of us when reading Narnia and LTR longed to be a part of a great epic. To know what out destiny would have been and to know what kind of man (or woman) we really are. The glory of being part of something greater then oneself. Glory in being part of a great cause. To have been a rider of Rohan or a soldier of Gondor. We long be victorious and perform great against a certain evil. And somehow just sitting in an office day after day doesn't quite live up to our secret passions. We thought it would be different, we thought we would be righting the world. We feed on glory as a child and then laugh it off as an adult, but it is there. Somewhere, somehow is still the anxious expectation of a great resolution. It is coming and at certain magical moments it feels as if you could reach out and touch it. But the feeling fades and our busy lives soon convince us that tis but a dream. There is no glory left for us.
But wait still. There is a great resolution coming. There are whispers of a battle to come. The far corners of the earth cry out for justice. It is not a fairy tale. It may yet be a long way off, but a rider on a white horse is coming. He is coming to divide the righteous from the evil. He offers us a part of glory, where greatness awaits not in our glory, but in the greatest thing that is, a dance with our Creator. Glory awaits, and I will ride with Him someday.
Thursday, June 22, 2006
Hmmm,
So there are weapons of mass destrucion found in Iraq. I can't say that I am really surprised. Though it doesn't seem to be an issue at this point.
Closet Issues
Early Sunday morning, my dear husband got out of bed at 4:45 to go deliver a paper route for a friend. I being the loving wife that I am did not volunteer to get out of bed with him. He took his shoes out of the closet and walked out of the room. About 3 minutes later, the closet exploded. Imploded would probably be a better word for it. The large shelf and the rod holding our clothes made a glorious crash as it all came down.
A sane person might have jumped out of bed to see what had happened. I made a feeble attempt to tell my husband that the closest exploded while remaining in bed. He came back in our room to survey the damage. It was so depressing to look at. All the shoes had come out of their boxes and the clothes were everywhere. We decide to think about it later.
In the morning my husband says not to worry about it, he will sort through things as I take my shower. Except he forgot and I came out in a towel with nothing to wear. So I am in my towel and he is in his wife beater shirt and we are trying to salvage something to wear to church that is not to wrinkled.
Lonnie did go out and buy the proper things and used his cool new drill to fix our closet and now it is better then ever.
A sane person might have jumped out of bed to see what had happened. I made a feeble attempt to tell my husband that the closest exploded while remaining in bed. He came back in our room to survey the damage. It was so depressing to look at. All the shoes had come out of their boxes and the clothes were everywhere. We decide to think about it later.
In the morning my husband says not to worry about it, he will sort through things as I take my shower. Except he forgot and I came out in a towel with nothing to wear. So I am in my towel and he is in his wife beater shirt and we are trying to salvage something to wear to church that is not to wrinkled.
Lonnie did go out and buy the proper things and used his cool new drill to fix our closet and now it is better then ever.
Thursday, June 15, 2006
Worst video ever
Ok, if you have a few minutes to spare, take a look at this. It is better if you have someone to laugh with you. My husband woke me up on a Saturday morning to watch this. It was worth it. (That is saying something for those of you who know me.) And for even more entertainment (funnier if you ask me) see this unprofessional remake.
Wednesday, June 14, 2006
Pictures
Since my parents have a digital camera and brought it with them, I now have pictures of the beautiful place I live.
Here is a picture of my dad in Glacier Park. And yes, those are waterfalls.
Are we not a cute newly married couple? Note that I am still representing my aggie colors and my husband is wearing his "hic" hat. This is a really cool hike, but it seems a lot longer then 4.5 miles!
Here is a picture of my dad in Glacier Park. And yes, those are waterfalls.
Are we not a cute newly married couple? Note that I am still representing my aggie colors and my husband is wearing his "hic" hat. This is a really cool hike, but it seems a lot longer then 4.5 miles!
Tuesday, June 13, 2006
Return of the Conspiracy Theorist
Well, I had a blast with my parents up here last week. They took us out for lots of good food and we let them sleep in our comfy bed. (But the air mattress does remind me of first being married). On Sunday, we took them to church with us.
Now on this Sunday morning, Mr. M and myself were to be introduced to the congregation since we agreed to help out with the college students this summer. So we had to attend a the first few min of the second service. I dropped my parents off in our Sunday school class and told them we would be a few minutes late. When I reentered the room, who do you think was sitting next to my dad? That's right folks, the organic conspiracy theorist!!!!!! Oh, God! was my first thought, he got to them.
Fortunately, my father is a well read man and had previously read about this guy on my blog and figured out what was going on. My dear dad just stared straight ahead and nodded. When the guy asked my father for his e-mail, my dad said "no." I was so proud. The guy almost fell over in shock. Apparently most people give him an e-mail address just to humor him. Even my own dear husband has given him an e-mail address. Go, Dad, for standing your ground.
And as soon as my father sends me some pictures of their trip, I will post pics of what it looks like up here in the summer.
Now on this Sunday morning, Mr. M and myself were to be introduced to the congregation since we agreed to help out with the college students this summer. So we had to attend a the first few min of the second service. I dropped my parents off in our Sunday school class and told them we would be a few minutes late. When I reentered the room, who do you think was sitting next to my dad? That's right folks, the organic conspiracy theorist!!!!!! Oh, God! was my first thought, he got to them.
Fortunately, my father is a well read man and had previously read about this guy on my blog and figured out what was going on. My dear dad just stared straight ahead and nodded. When the guy asked my father for his e-mail, my dad said "no." I was so proud. The guy almost fell over in shock. Apparently most people give him an e-mail address just to humor him. Even my own dear husband has given him an e-mail address. Go, Dad, for standing your ground.
And as soon as my father sends me some pictures of their trip, I will post pics of what it looks like up here in the summer.
Wednesday, May 31, 2006
Making Memorial Day Memories
This past weekend, Lonnie and I went camping with our church. Except there really weren't that many people, but we got to know the youth pastor and some of the teens better. Also, it was COLD. As in raining and in the 40's in the daytime. We were not expecting it to be that cold and our air mattress had no insulation. That first night as I huddled in one sleeping bag with my husband and placed another one on top of both of us (which sounds more fun then it is), I bemoaned our cold weather fate. My husband, trying to comfort me, said something to the effect that some Memorial days are cold. That is when I lost it.
"No, they aren't! Every Memorial Day, my brother roasts himself for 3 days on a boat and dramatically increases his chance of skin cancer. Every Memorial Day, my dad grills outside in his Hawaiian blue shirt and shorts and we eat outside in the heat and love it."
"I meant, some Memorial Days are cold and wet in Montana."
"I know, I just had to whine."
My husband then continues to be all encouraging and calls me a trooper. Which was the dog's name of one of the families there, but I got the idea.
The next day, we drove back to town and bought some camping foam sheet things that kept us MUCH warmer that night. That is when my husband starts talking about how cold and horrible it was the night before.
"Wait a minute, I thought you were OK, you were all this is great last night."
"Yeah, I wanted you to not feel so bad."
At which point I feel like a real heel. Later that day, a small boy presented us with his snail that he found and was his new pet. Later as we walked by him, we overheard the new pet being instructed, "Gary, get back in your shell!"
"No, they aren't! Every Memorial Day, my brother roasts himself for 3 days on a boat and dramatically increases his chance of skin cancer. Every Memorial Day, my dad grills outside in his Hawaiian blue shirt and shorts and we eat outside in the heat and love it."
"I meant, some Memorial Days are cold and wet in Montana."
"I know, I just had to whine."
My husband then continues to be all encouraging and calls me a trooper. Which was the dog's name of one of the families there, but I got the idea.
The next day, we drove back to town and bought some camping foam sheet things that kept us MUCH warmer that night. That is when my husband starts talking about how cold and horrible it was the night before.
"Wait a minute, I thought you were OK, you were all this is great last night."
"Yeah, I wanted you to not feel so bad."
At which point I feel like a real heel. Later that day, a small boy presented us with his snail that he found and was his new pet. Later as we walked by him, we overheard the new pet being instructed, "Gary, get back in your shell!"
Wednesday, May 24, 2006
Strange Names
OK, here is a game everyone can play. I want to hear about some of the strangest names you have come across in your lifetime and Ima Hogg doesn't count. To start you off, I will name some for you.
Lonnie had a coach in high school, Coach Pruner, which would not have been so bad if his first name had not been Forest. As a teacher, he had a student named Velveta. That's right, the processed fake cheese product. There are parents who named their daughter after Velveta cheese.
And last, but not least, if you wanted to name your child what is pronounced "sha-theed," how would you spell it? I had a patient once named that, but spelled Shithead. I am not joking, I wish I was. Some parents named their child Shithead. It was on my patient list and I really thought someone was playing a joke on me.
So please comment on any crazy names you know of. (This is my dirty trick to see how many people read my blog.)
Lonnie had a coach in high school, Coach Pruner, which would not have been so bad if his first name had not been Forest. As a teacher, he had a student named Velveta. That's right, the processed fake cheese product. There are parents who named their daughter after Velveta cheese.
And last, but not least, if you wanted to name your child what is pronounced "sha-theed," how would you spell it? I had a patient once named that, but spelled Shithead. I am not joking, I wish I was. Some parents named their child Shithead. It was on my patient list and I really thought someone was playing a joke on me.
So please comment on any crazy names you know of. (This is my dirty trick to see how many people read my blog.)
Monday, May 15, 2006
Coin Deposit
There are two Wells Fargo ATM machines in the town I live in. About 2 months ago, a handwritten sign appeared on one of the machines stating that the machine did not take coin and not to deposit coin in the machine. When the second machine opened last week, it had a similar sign done up in a professional manner.
Which brings me to my next point: you don't put up a sign like that for no reason. It means that someone actually attempted to deposit their penny collection in the ATM!!!!
Now I am sure that it is a sweet purple haired grandma who grew up in the depression and believes in the value of saving. But come on people! Just a small reminder that I am not in the big city anymore. You would never see a sign like that in Dallas.
Which brings me to my next point: you don't put up a sign like that for no reason. It means that someone actually attempted to deposit their penny collection in the ATM!!!!
Now I am sure that it is a sweet purple haired grandma who grew up in the depression and believes in the value of saving. But come on people! Just a small reminder that I am not in the big city anymore. You would never see a sign like that in Dallas.
Half an eyebrow
It sounds bad, but it isn't quite as bad as it sounds.
I have this really great contraption that trims eyebrows. You know, it is the little do-hicky that they sell for about $8 at Wall-Mart or $10 at Bed, Bath and Beyond. I have had it for several years and use it whenever the eyebrows are getting a little bushy. I even used it on my husband the other day, and even he was impressed.
Well, a few days ago, I was primping for a youth group function I went to in order to meet the college students and such. So I pull my trusty trimmer out of the drawer. Without first checking that the attachment was properly attached to the trimmer, and without realizing that the attachment was jammed up and basically useless, I proceeded to trim my eyebrow off. OK, well it is only part of it off and it is the outer part and isn't real noticeable. But I officially an idiot. I mean who shaves off part of eyebrow by accident? On yourself? That's what I thought. So far no one has said anything to me about it, but are they just being nice? Here is to unsymetrical eyebrows.
I have this really great contraption that trims eyebrows. You know, it is the little do-hicky that they sell for about $8 at Wall-Mart or $10 at Bed, Bath and Beyond. I have had it for several years and use it whenever the eyebrows are getting a little bushy. I even used it on my husband the other day, and even he was impressed.
Well, a few days ago, I was primping for a youth group function I went to in order to meet the college students and such. So I pull my trusty trimmer out of the drawer. Without first checking that the attachment was properly attached to the trimmer, and without realizing that the attachment was jammed up and basically useless, I proceeded to trim my eyebrow off. OK, well it is only part of it off and it is the outer part and isn't real noticeable. But I officially an idiot. I mean who shaves off part of eyebrow by accident? On yourself? That's what I thought. So far no one has said anything to me about it, but are they just being nice? Here is to unsymetrical eyebrows.
Thursday, May 11, 2006
So Sorry
to take so long to update. The few times I have tried, blogger was down. What's a girl to do? Quick update on my life: I like my job! Can you believe it? On Monday I was working second shift and I was looking forward to going to work. I shall now proceed to do the "I am so happy that I don't hate my job" dance. I actually have time to really take care of my patients, really chart the way I want to and really do a good job! Amazing. I am even developing good working relations with my co-workers. People like me!
Also, Lonnie and I have been asked by the youth pastor at our church to help out with the college students this summer. Yeaaa! We like that age group and it should be fun and good for us! It should be interesting. Crazy times are ahead.
Now for my random observation about the world. Did you know that Costco started in Seattle? The mega store to end all mega stores started in Seattle and flourishes in Seattle? This is the same town that hates Wal-Mart with a passion and the same columnist who devoted an entire column to the evils of Wal-Mart admits that he shops at Costco. Does no one else see the irony in this?
Wal- Mart at least sells things that you really can't get anywhere else, like cheap lawn chairs and a vast assortment of hygiene products, and random crap that you find out you really need when there isn't a Wal-Mart around.
Costco, on the other hand, folks can more easily line without. Lonnie and I recently purchased a membership there and use it most frequently to eat lunch there. But really, do I need 6 bunches of Romaine lettuce? Do I need 18 yogurt's? It would be a great place to shop if I had 6 kids, but I don't (and pray I never do). Just goes to prove, I guess, that people like to save money after all, and they still get to hate Wal-Mart at the same time. But do you really need 5 deodorants?
Also, Lonnie and I have been asked by the youth pastor at our church to help out with the college students this summer. Yeaaa! We like that age group and it should be fun and good for us! It should be interesting. Crazy times are ahead.
Now for my random observation about the world. Did you know that Costco started in Seattle? The mega store to end all mega stores started in Seattle and flourishes in Seattle? This is the same town that hates Wal-Mart with a passion and the same columnist who devoted an entire column to the evils of Wal-Mart admits that he shops at Costco. Does no one else see the irony in this?
Wal- Mart at least sells things that you really can't get anywhere else, like cheap lawn chairs and a vast assortment of hygiene products, and random crap that you find out you really need when there isn't a Wal-Mart around.
Costco, on the other hand, folks can more easily line without. Lonnie and I recently purchased a membership there and use it most frequently to eat lunch there. But really, do I need 6 bunches of Romaine lettuce? Do I need 18 yogurt's? It would be a great place to shop if I had 6 kids, but I don't (and pray I never do). Just goes to prove, I guess, that people like to save money after all, and they still get to hate Wal-Mart at the same time. But do you really need 5 deodorants?
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Seattle (and Ikea too)!
Lonnie had a 5 day weekend this week and we were aching to get out of Kalispell, so we took a little trip to Seattle. I love Seattle. It is similar to Austin except it is on the water and the weather is cooler. I almost felt like I was back in Europe.
Got to meet up with an old friend from nursing school who now has a beautiful little 10 month old boy. She and her husband have a lovely home and seem to enjoy their life in Seattle. We stayed with Saunders who live in a very cool area of town. His window overlooks downtown where you can see the space needle and the port.
We made a trip to Ikea on Sat so that we can now have furniture! We bought this in black and two of these along with several other small items. By the way, there is an Ikea going to open in Roundrock, Texas. Now, without a doubt, Austin is the coolest city ever.
We had dinner on pier 66 at a place called Anthony's, quite good and close to the open market where all sorts of things are sold including fresh cut tulips, fresh fish, fruits and vegetables of all sorts and is right across the street from the first Starbucks. There was a wonderful Italian grocery store that I wish I lived next to. I also now know why Pink Lady apples are named such. In the market they were bright pink, think bubble gum pink. Alas as I am still without a camera, I have no evidence of any of this to show you.
I also had a bit of a insight about myself. As we were driving around looking for Saunder's place we drove by the hole-in-the-wall shops, the purple haired people and the general city buzz. I thought to myself, ahh, back where things are normal. It then occurred to me that people having purple hair is not really normal, but it is the strange that I know and am comfortable with. The people in Kalispell are strange, but a different strange, one that I am not as comfortable with.
On the way back to Kalispell, Mr. M spent more money then he should have on a very nice hotel room where he treated me to roses, wine and fresh fruit. I dressed in a short pleather skirt. We were both happy.
Got to meet up with an old friend from nursing school who now has a beautiful little 10 month old boy. She and her husband have a lovely home and seem to enjoy their life in Seattle. We stayed with Saunders who live in a very cool area of town. His window overlooks downtown where you can see the space needle and the port.
We made a trip to Ikea on Sat so that we can now have furniture! We bought this in black and two of these along with several other small items. By the way, there is an Ikea going to open in Roundrock, Texas. Now, without a doubt, Austin is the coolest city ever.
We had dinner on pier 66 at a place called Anthony's, quite good and close to the open market where all sorts of things are sold including fresh cut tulips, fresh fish, fruits and vegetables of all sorts and is right across the street from the first Starbucks. There was a wonderful Italian grocery store that I wish I lived next to. I also now know why Pink Lady apples are named such. In the market they were bright pink, think bubble gum pink. Alas as I am still without a camera, I have no evidence of any of this to show you.
I also had a bit of a insight about myself. As we were driving around looking for Saunder's place we drove by the hole-in-the-wall shops, the purple haired people and the general city buzz. I thought to myself, ahh, back where things are normal. It then occurred to me that people having purple hair is not really normal, but it is the strange that I know and am comfortable with. The people in Kalispell are strange, but a different strange, one that I am not as comfortable with.
On the way back to Kalispell, Mr. M spent more money then he should have on a very nice hotel room where he treated me to roses, wine and fresh fruit. I dressed in a short pleather skirt. We were both happy.
Saturday, April 15, 2006
Job Update and Easter
Well, I have worked 2 days at my new job! I am enjoying it so far although I miss my old 8 hour shifts, these are 12 hour shifts. People really seem to care about the patients here, the staff is hard working and people are really nice to me. They put up a sign in the front desk of the floor that said, "Welcome, Deborah Mullet." I have never had such a nice welcome.
The night before I started work, I was laying in bed talking to Mr. M and thinking about all the places I have worked. I came to the conclusion that the last job I had that I liked was my first job working at a maternity store when I was a senior in high school. Now I have worked at 3 retail stores, and 2 hospitals as my past jobs. I am hoping that I will like this job too. I would really like to like what I do or at least find some sort of importance to it besides just paying my discover card off.
A few days ago we received an invite from our pastor to spend Easter with his family. We gladly accepted and I asked if I could bring anything.
Pastor Ron: Well, we are having lasagna, what goes with that?
Me: Ummm, well, my family often has sweet potatoes, but that doesn't really go with lasagna.
Pastor Ron: See my wife is still in Mexico, we usually have a ham, but I can't cook that. But I can cook a frozen lasagna.
Me: (in my head thinking, this is starting to make sense) hmmm, how about a salad?
Pastor Ron: well, someone else is already bringing a salad.
Me: How about French bread?
Pastor Ron: That is a great idea! French bread would be great!
So I am bringing French bread to the Easter dinner. Although not quite as strange as when my friend Shelley and I went to Freebirds for Easter lunch and got a standing ovation from the crew since we were the only people there. We hoped our mother's would not be to horrified that we were having burritos for Easter dinner. Life in college, I miss Freebirds.
The night before I started work, I was laying in bed talking to Mr. M and thinking about all the places I have worked. I came to the conclusion that the last job I had that I liked was my first job working at a maternity store when I was a senior in high school. Now I have worked at 3 retail stores, and 2 hospitals as my past jobs. I am hoping that I will like this job too. I would really like to like what I do or at least find some sort of importance to it besides just paying my discover card off.
A few days ago we received an invite from our pastor to spend Easter with his family. We gladly accepted and I asked if I could bring anything.
Pastor Ron: Well, we are having lasagna, what goes with that?
Me: Ummm, well, my family often has sweet potatoes, but that doesn't really go with lasagna.
Pastor Ron: See my wife is still in Mexico, we usually have a ham, but I can't cook that. But I can cook a frozen lasagna.
Me: (in my head thinking, this is starting to make sense) hmmm, how about a salad?
Pastor Ron: well, someone else is already bringing a salad.
Me: How about French bread?
Pastor Ron: That is a great idea! French bread would be great!
So I am bringing French bread to the Easter dinner. Although not quite as strange as when my friend Shelley and I went to Freebirds for Easter lunch and got a standing ovation from the crew since we were the only people there. We hoped our mother's would not be to horrified that we were having burritos for Easter dinner. Life in college, I miss Freebirds.
Friday, April 07, 2006
UTI round II
Most days I have our car because I drop off Mr. M at the carpool and pick him up. But on Wednesday he needed the car. Of course, about noon, I figured out that I have a UTI again!
So I look up the closest clinic (1.1 miles), call my insurance to see if I can go there and hike to the clinic. Did get some antibiotics and a prescription for the pain reliever. I hiked home, took the old pain reliever (left over from my last UTI) since I couldn't fill it until I had a car, and curled up in a ball waiting for my husband to come home.
Being the wonderful man that he is, he went off to Wall-Mart, got me my medications (along with an Elmo kite), fixed me dinner and sat and watched the first half of "Gone with the Wind," since I have never seen it before.
I am very frustrated by all this infection going on. I am not supposed to get sick very often!!!! On the plus side, I start earning money on Tuesday!
So I look up the closest clinic (1.1 miles), call my insurance to see if I can go there and hike to the clinic. Did get some antibiotics and a prescription for the pain reliever. I hiked home, took the old pain reliever (left over from my last UTI) since I couldn't fill it until I had a car, and curled up in a ball waiting for my husband to come home.
Being the wonderful man that he is, he went off to Wall-Mart, got me my medications (along with an Elmo kite), fixed me dinner and sat and watched the first half of "Gone with the Wind," since I have never seen it before.
I am very frustrated by all this infection going on. I am not supposed to get sick very often!!!! On the plus side, I start earning money on Tuesday!
Thursday, April 06, 2006
Worms
Obviously I am from Texas because it doesn't rain much there. Texas has its good points, but lots of water isn't one of them. By the way, it is bluebonnet season in Austin and I am missing it! That is how much I love my husband.
Anyway, up here it rains more and when the ground gets wet, these worms come up and appear to die on the sidewalk. I wish I could say that these are small worms, but no, these are HUGE worms! I think one of them was about 18 inches laying there on the sidewalk. (I really wish I had a camera.) My husband clams that they come out of the ground to mate, but I have yet to see them close together. Well, they are close enough together that they make it very difficult to navigate without stepping on them and I don't like worm goo on my shoes! I got these shoes in Europe, little worms! I do not like your goo all over my shoes!
So they are close enough together that I have to walk around tip-toe, but don't seem to be close enough to be making any babies. (If you know better then me about these worm habits, please enlighten me.) And then most of them appear to die on the sidewalk anyway, which makes me wonder how they got this far to begin with.
Anyway, up here it rains more and when the ground gets wet, these worms come up and appear to die on the sidewalk. I wish I could say that these are small worms, but no, these are HUGE worms! I think one of them was about 18 inches laying there on the sidewalk. (I really wish I had a camera.) My husband clams that they come out of the ground to mate, but I have yet to see them close together. Well, they are close enough together that they make it very difficult to navigate without stepping on them and I don't like worm goo on my shoes! I got these shoes in Europe, little worms! I do not like your goo all over my shoes!
So they are close enough together that I have to walk around tip-toe, but don't seem to be close enough to be making any babies. (If you know better then me about these worm habits, please enlighten me.) And then most of them appear to die on the sidewalk anyway, which makes me wonder how they got this far to begin with.
Friday, March 31, 2006
Employment
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/
Here is the website of the place I will be working at:http://www.nvhosp.org/
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.
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