Different views on an ordinary life.
It is interesting to raise boys. By interesting, I mean an experience in sheer terror/confusion/dismay/hilarity due to shenanigans (as an aside, I recently very firmly told a patient and his girlfriend that there “WILL BE NO MORE SHENANIGANS.” Though justified in its utterance, my humiliating use of the word shenanigans will forever be burned into…
Hello all, and my apologies for not keeping you abreast of the developments of my life. I am quite certain that there is an element of suspense for all of you regarding my every move so I do regret any consternation I have caused. That said it was nearly impossible to manage my shit at…
So one thing about me is that I am remarkably uncool. For real, like it is of note. I mean I’m sure I’m cool in some ways but I’m not aware of them and mostly the obvious ways of being cool are a miserable fail for me. Not on purpose, it’s just a bit of…
Well, then. It appears that I just finished my last class of graduate school. Wait, don’t get excited. I mean my last actual class, like in a classroom class that’s not practicum or clinicals or capstone project stuff. Technically next semester I have a class that exists in conjunction with clinicals; it’s the theory/skills/pig feet…
So it turns out that I am the worst at blog remembering. I go through life noting funny things that happen, thinking, hey, I’ll blog that. Then I forget and that sucks. Also ADHD. And busy life, and things. Elder son proposed this the other day: Hey mom, how about if I go with Max…
So I consider myself concerned for all animals’ well being(s? Wellsbeing?). I believe I made that clear in my previous post involving the Sea Lettuce. Not too long ago I was commissioned to care for a friend’s snake, and by “I” I mean my younger son. He was quite enchanted with the fucking creepiness of…
So back to the island vacation. One of our favorite spots was Starfish Beach, which had lots of starfish upon it. One of the days we were at the eponymous beach we, and by we I mean Bill, spotted a sea slug. I mean we weren’t sure initially if that’s what it was but aggressive…
When I landed after multiple delays from New Orleans (severe enough that I considered canning it altogether and driving home), I received this text message: Elder son: Mimma (my mom) got in a car accident. I don’t know the severity. Me: I need more information than that. Elder son: I don’t really know. Tootsie might…
So I went to the annual conference of the American Association of Nurse Practitioners last week. Or maybe the week before, I don’t know at this point. It was down in New Orleans. I had not been to NOLA but now I have so expanding the horizons, then. This conference was actually my birthday present…
Things I have said lately: “There are both a tooth and a fork in the bathroom. Explain.” “You may not eat Gatorade powder.” “I would like to hear the word ‘penis’ less often.” “No one may touch anyone else’s earlobes for the rest of the day.” “We need to find the source of this smell.”…