Wednesday, March 31, 2010
So...I know I've touched on this before...but, I'm gonna touch on it again.
And, by "touch on", I mean "a whole post about".
*Stepping onto soapbox...*
I interrupt your regularly scheduled day with a Public Service Announcement!!!
As y'all know (are you all okay with me pretending I'm a Southern Belle sometimes? A Southern Belle with a heavy MinneSOOOta accent and pasty white skin?)...anywho...as y'all know, I'm a nurse.
In OB...not ER...but still (sheesh, let's not get caught up on technicalities...) a nurse.
My uber...my pinnacle...my creme de la creme of pet peeves is people who "misuse" Emergency Rooms.
In case it wasn't obvious...Emergency Rooms are for...well...I'll spell it out plain as day...EMERGENCIES!
Not for, a 24/7 clinic.
Not for, I've had a cough all week, it's Friday, I'll just go to the ER for a quick check after work.
Not for, I have a smidge of a headache, haven't taken anything for it to try to get rid of it on my own.
Like, I have a bone protruding from my leg.
Like, I lost conciousness after bonking my head.
Like, it feels like an elephant is sitting on my chest.
Like, I can't breathe!!!
Yes...like I said...EMERGENCY!!! Thankyouverymuch.
And, while I'm abusing caps and exclamation points...can we talk about something else quick? My other pinnacle, uber, creme de la creme pet peeve...
Misunderstanding of pain scales.
0-10 means 0 is NO pain...and 10 is the WORST pain you could ever possibly imagine having.
10 does NOT mean, for example, "I just stubbed my toe...and dang sistah!!! this is the worst stubbed toe I've ever had! It's a 10 for stubbed toes!!"
Nope. That is not a 10 (unless, perhaps, you ripped your toe right off, 'cept it was kinda hangin' by a little skin, and your dog came 'round and finished off the job and while trying to retrieve said severed appendage from the dog, you stubbed your stub. I'd allow you a 10 for that.)
If you are at a 10 for pain, you are curled in a ball, weeping tears of agony, begging the good Lord to come save you from your misery...you are not sitting up in bed, talking, smiling, laughing, thinking contemplatively 'hmmmm...I think I'm at...ummm...lemme see....I think...*giggle*...yeah, I think a 10."
Once upon a time, a sweet young mother came into the hospital. She presented with an entourage of sweet young friends. She complained of "cramps". She was laughing and joking and as perky as can be.
When asked what number she would rate her cramps at, she responded, "Well, a 10!!"
The nurse (not I) said, "Really, a 10?"
The sweet young mother replied (*insert raised lip, scoff, and 'like totally duh!' look here*), "Well...for cramps!"
Sigh...oh, sweet young mother. How we have so much to teach you.
You're right, those probably were the worst cramps you've ever experienced...but certainly not the worst pain ever know to man/womankind.
I know that...because in less than 24 hours, you will tell me, "Yeah! (*scoff*) Those cramps that I told you were a 10 when I first came in???? HA!!! Those were like a negative 47 compared to ***right before I got my epidural, ***when my contractions really kicked in, ***when baby was crowning (***insert your personal moment in labor when you realized that OMG!!! This REALLY freakin' hurts!!).
Yes...after ***that, you will be able to tell me, with complete and utter certainty, what a 10 is. And it will forever change the way you rate pain.
Okay, so now that I've gotten that off my chest, I feel so much better.
I'm leaving now...carry on.
*Steps off soapbox...*
Posted by Mama M. at 10:13 AM
Tuesday, March 30, 2010
Yo! Self...it's me (again)...
I've gotta a bone to pick with you, girl.
Dude...when you go shopping for Easter clothes at the 10th hour...you can NOT get frustrated when you find everything (yes, EVERYTHING) is picked over. You hear?
It is your own stinkin' fault that your kids are going to look like a mish-mash of colors...all willy nilly...no color scheme or matching involved whatsoever.
You...my dear...have only yourself to blame for procrastinating.
Suck it up.
And, don't complain.
Next year, get a head start, m'kay?
Til next time,
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It's the 11th!! Stay tuned for some fun games and fun prizes!
Monday, March 29, 2010
Yesterday, was a big day for our Miss E.
For the first time, she received Holy Communion...and, it was a perfectly beautiful day for it!
Here is our day in technicolor...(Let me just say, I've always thought the tradition of dressing up our First Communicant daughters as little brides was a bit strange...but, it was really fun when it actually came time to do it! And, of course, I didn't think it was weird yesterday!)
Bits and pieces:
Group photo time:
Reading her petition (in which she did a FABULASTIC!!! job...ahem...not that, you know, I'm biased or anything...):
And, now...the party!
Me and my girl:
My girl and her dad: (Photos of all three of us were *gag*...on my part.)
The Godparents: (Mr. W's sis and my big bro)
And...the tribe has spoken...popular vote on the success of the day?
Sunday, March 28, 2010
Wow! What a day...
It was GO! GO! GO! from sun up 'til sun down today!
Miss E celebrated her First Communion today, and I woke to "Mom, can I put my dress on now?" Followed by (at 5, 10, 12.3, and 13.7 minutes, respectively...), "Mom, can I put my dress on now?" "Mom, now can I put my dress on?" "Mom, now?" "Can I put my dress on NOW, Mom?"
It was a beautiful day, all aspects of it! (Photos to come soon...)
Friday, we went to see "How to Train Your Dragon" with my bro, his girlfriend, and her son...and, lemme say...on behalf of ALL of us...WHAT A GREAT MOVIE!!!
We loved it! Totally want to see it again.
Okay...I wasn't gonna post this tonight...but, I decided to anyway!
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Saturday, March 27, 2010
So, Robin at Lolidots tagged me in a fun little writing assignment!
Here's the rules:
Story goes, that your handwriting can say a lot about you! Here is the website that helps you analyze your handwriting!
And, here's my sample...but, I was having a hardtime photographing it and getting it to upload (somethin's wonky with my iPhoto...), so I scanned it...
Which leaves us with a less than desirable image...all fuzzy and stuff:
Okay, so I tagged Kate (wait 'til you see HER handwriting!!), Crayon Wrangler, Amanda, Tyler, Cop Mama and Laura.
Have an awesome weekend! I need to get my behind in gear...Miss E celebrates her First Communion this weekend, so I MUST get my house in order!
Posted by Mama M. at 11:53 AM
Friday, March 26, 2010
Yikes!! Once again...sorry for the late posting, we're sleepy heads around here!!
It's a busy weekend for us...our Miss E. has her First Communion on Sunday, so we're trying to get ready for that (fingers tightly crossed for gorgeous weather on Sunday...)!
Did you know that a lot of 5QF'ers are vlogging today???? It was declared "Vlog Friday", so it should be an incredibly fun 5QF hop!
I myself...am not vlogging...not 'cuz I'm a party pooper...but 'cuz this post wouldn't have gotten up until, like 4pm, what with needing to be "presentable" for the camera and having a coupla little interrupters around...but, maybe next time? ;)
Okay, let's get down to bidness!!
Questions for Friday, March 26th: (Thanks to Kyrsten,Renee, Pam, Lily, and Thorney London for their question suggestions! Wanna be linked in a future 5QF? Just c'monover here, to my community, and offer up your best questions!)
Posted by Mama M. at 10:16 AM
Thursday, March 25, 2010
It's that time again!
I can not tell you how happy I am that the weekend is al...most...here!!
Okay, sneak peek for the Five Question Friday questions!
Questions for Friday, March 26th: (Thanks to Kyrsten, Renee, Pam, Lily, and Thorney London for their question suggestions! Wanna be linked in a future 5QF? Just c'mon over here, to my community, and offer up your best questions!)
Posted by Mama M. at 8:13 PM
Tuesday, March 23, 2010
Okay my friends...this is where you might decided I'm certifiably crazy, declare me a nut job weirdo, and wash your hands of me...but, I've gotta level with you. Honesty, it's the best policy (or something...).
You know...pregnancy cravings? We all have 'em (had 'em)...pickles, ice cream, lemon drops, homemade cookies...you know. All the "normal" stuff.
And then there was me.
Weird, abnormal, nut job me.
Oh, I had some weird cravings..."sauces" (aka "dip"), liquids, homemade (from scratch) cookies...but (no judging now...) that's not what's so odd.
No...what's odd, is that I craved things that would make people's jaw drop when they found out. They'd blush...giggle...and then ask me if I'm serious. To which I respond...
"You betcha, baby!"
I'm kind of a "legend" to some people. At lunch break at work one day, people were talking about pregnancy cravings. Someone started to say, "Hey, I heard of someone who craved (voice trails off)...", then...the room got quiet.
Eyes got big. Heads turned to me..."Wait...that was YOU, wasn't it?!!!"
Yuppers. That was me. Moi. Yours truly.
And...wanna know what I craved?
Sheetrock...dirt...tires..the smell of gasoline made me have a reaction not too unlike Meg Ryan's scene in "When Harry Met Sally".
Put me in a garage, and I was in heaven. Mmmmm...rubber, sheetrock, dirty tires, oil, gasoline...all mixed into one delicious smell. I was content to just sit in garages all day...smelling that amazing smell.
Random pregnant girl in your garage? Probably me...don't worry tho...I wasn't stealing your tools. Nope, I was just licking your tires (joking!).
Let me reassure you, that never once did I indulge in my cravings!! During one of my pregnancies, the road outside of our house was torn up...and there wafted the lovely smell of fresh dirt through my windows. Day...and...night.
It was amazing.
My hubby was convinced that he was gonna come home to find me sitting in the middle of the road, with a spoon and a wacked out crazy "gotta get my dirt fix" look on my face! Sheesh...I have more control than THAT!
I would've at least gotten a bowl.
I kid!! I KID!
Now...I know that there was probably some underlying micro nutrient deficiency that was rearing it's ugly head (and, you can rest assured that I did NOT talk to my doctor about this! Bah!! How embarrassing!!), but I had it all under control.
Oh yes, did I ever!! There was one thing that satisfied my weird cravings...you know, other than walking the tire section at WalMart...wanna know?
(Google Image, again.)
So...to those of you that crave pickles mixed in with your ice cream...consider yourself more normal than me!!
And for all of you "pica" sufferers...you're not alone!
We can have our dirt...and eat it too!
(Okay, nevermind. Scratch that...do NOT eat the dirt!)