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S-h-h-h-h, I am at work and it is (don't worry, I won't use the "Q" word) nice enough for me to post a wee little note from here. All is well at Podunk Memorial on the West Coast, so far anyway. Mielikki is at home on-call and I assume/hope sound asleep. The painters will be back tomorrow (Acually today!) to continue their torturous harassment of her apartment building by scrapping and painting. She needs to sleep while she can.
I am about 300 pages or so into the 7 th H. Potter book but I left it at home since it is such a big tomb to carry around to work. Instead when my patient doesn't need me I have been writing, the old fashioned way no less with pen and paper. Oh how I miss my word processor.
Oh Bubble Wench! Mielikki and I have been discussing sending you part of the 1st book. I will need your e-mail address and will send some your way once she and I have figured out which part. Maybe something original, like the beginning! LOL! It would be good to get a fresh perspective on it.
Well I should go do something nurse-like . . . .

Til later!

Bird Brained

Okay . . . I haven't posted in nearly a week, I start back to work (Podunk Memorial) tomorrow, and I am feeling extra L-A-Z-Y. Sigh, I hate to feel this way, it is the waste of a good day. So!
I am forcing myself to blog and then I am going to go write on the novel. Even if is is only correcting grammer and spelling, etc. At least I will have accomplished something.

Okay, now for the story behind the picture . . .
My handsome husband and I had been married for about, oh, 3 yrs or so when he asked me to go purchase 12 laying hens. We had a chicken coop, why not fresh eggs?
I don't remember how or were I got the information, but I went with friends to a farm where they were selling all their animals, chickens included. The price was right and I told the farmer that I wanted 12 laying hens. The farmer must have seen "gulible" written on my forehead, (should have washed my face better!) and told me that the birds that weren't taken/sold were going to the butcher. No guilt here?!
I took them all, yeah, that's right, all the birds. It equaled out to 77 chickens,3 of which were Japanese Silkies, 5 ducks, two geese, and a white turkey named Mabel.
The farmer even made his truck and cages available to me!
As some of you will know, my husband and I recently celebrated 26 years of marriage, so you will know that he didn't divorce me . . . I kinda worried about it for awhile when I first saw his face . . .
Nope, he kept me. Me and all the birds. Silly man :)

26 Years Old

Today our marriage is 26 years old. We had a simple ceremony at the courthouse, no fuss, no muss, no $. It all seems like a million years ago, and yet I can't imagine my life without him, nor would I want to. He is responsible for a large part of who I have become, if only because of his love and support. He has always believed in me, and always sided with me, even when I was wrong. Ours was never meant as a 'throw-away' marriage. We did have a really close call in our 4th year, but the idea of seperation scared us both so much that we sat down and talked. If something was/is wrong, we work on it, talk about it, even if we don't agree. We are friends, companions, and lovers.
Time has flown by since our first few dates. It flew even faster after we were married, to the point were it boggles my mind.
I can honestly say that communication and mutual respect in a marriage is key to its health and longevity. Oh and lets not forget trust! Being friends helps a great deal too. That and a sense of humor, even if it is a little twisted.
He brought home pizza tonight and a bunch of flowers mixed with pink roses. He is a good guy and I love him alot. Happy Anniversary Sweet-heart!

Lazy Sunday in Scotland

Okay . . . this is where I wish I was . . . sigh, soaking my wee tootsies in the cool water, ahhhhhh. Of course the fact that this beach is in Scotland makes me want to be there even more!
After having a hectic week of 'I have to's' (you know them . . . all the small, medium sized things that you HAVE to do . . .), I think I deserve a little mindless get-a-way.
Now there are some who will argue the point that I am already mindless and so what is the point, to which I shall smile most sweetly and say, "Bite Me!"
Anyhow, I am going to now pour something cold and maybe sparkly into a pretty glass and go start writing more of the novel, in Scotland of course(!).
I hope everyone else is having a nice lazy Sunday of their choice, cheers!

The Week Long Visit

These pics say it all, "Whew, it's been a long week! But not only did we survive our daughter's visit we also got to meet
the (dramatic music here), "BoyFriend". We liked him . . . he was very softspoken (weird in a young guy (?)),
well mannered and best of all, makes my daughter happy.
This is the first boy she has ever brought home, ever! And might I say he was well worth the wait and all the cleanning!
My daughter will be 22 y/o this fall and has lived on here own in Oregon for over 2 years, her life is her own . . . but (!) being a wise woman and knowing my own limitations, my husband and I rented a hotel room for them at a really nice place in town. Yup . . .
Our house is the size of a shoe-box (no, really!) and we plan on remodeling and putting in an addition (initial plans have been drawn up!), but until the house is a bit bigger, well . . . I'd rather not have her and her boyfriend in the bedroom next door. And with one tiny bathroom and me working nights . . . . you do the math.
But it all worked out well. She had a place to retreat to and I didn't have to be hostess 24/7.
One thing that took us by surprise, was how h-a-p-p-y she was, 90% no 95% of the time. When she lived at home she was almost manic in her moods. And even for a while up in Oregon she would have her days where all was black. Now I know better than to assume that everything is hunky dory all the time, but it was a real treat to she her as she could be. That and the "boyfriend" seemed to help balance her out and help her maintain an even keel. It made my "egg-shell walking" nearly un-necessary. Now don't get me wrong, I love my daughter dearly but she is higher maintaince than some and I don't mean in a material way, more emotionally. Almost always has. In fact it took us (as parents) a long time to find the right combination of parenting to do to make it through her teenage years etc.
Ayhow . . . they left early this morning to head back to Oregon, they both go back to work on Monday. So things can kinda go back to normal and handsome husband and I can relax. I miss her, I always will, but that is apart of life.

Should I Be Surprised?

You Are Catwoman

"Life's a bitch. Now so am I."

What Superheroine Are You?

Would you believe I have been called a bitch at work? And I wasn't even there! Mielikki was . . . she nearly killed the foolish man. It was quite a story . . . .she tells it better though.

Then I found out what type of weather I am . . . somehow this one is more accuratly closer to me in my mind than 'catwoman'.

You Are Rain

You can be warm and sexy. Or cold and unwelcoming. Either way, you slowly bring out the beauty around you. You are best known for: your touch Your dominant state: changing

What Type of Weather Are You?