I had to and I hate putting myself out there.
I was sitting on the porch in 80+ degree weather with a nice cool breeze in my hair, feet up, getting ready to enjoy my ice cold beer when I noticed a million eyes staring up at me from the rim of my drink. This got us talking about why limes are always present in a beer in Mexico.
Here are the Top Five reasons for the lime:
5. Simply, it is a Mexican tradition. Viva una lima!
4. Lime placement is a garnish, a touristy gimmick that makes the beer look muy bonita.
3. The lime acts as a beer-swiffer that keeps the top of your beer free from sand, dust and dirt.
2. A squeeze of a lime masks the skunk in Corona, adds flavor to the bland and makes a great tasting XX oh-so refreshing!
1. The tiny wedge will keep unwanted pelican-crap-and-dead-sea-creature-bacteria laden flies out of the mouth of your beer!
A toast to Numero Uno! Shoo-flies and Salud!
Adios, Arizona! Hola, Mexico!
yet again. So, here she is!
My new addition was found wandering down a busy road here in Tempe by my friend 'KB' and her husband. She had no collar or tags and after no one in the immediate area claimed her they took her back home to get her watered, fed and checked out. Aside from being dehydrated and scabbed over, from what looks to be a cat-attack, she appears to be a healthy, bouncy, little pup!
There is some debate over what kind of mix she may be but the consensus is that she is a lab mix. I did a search of the "Lost Dog" sites and have not found anything. To be honest, I want to stop looking because I feel that she belongs with me. Had I picked a dog at the Humane Society, I would have chosen a female lab/mix. She is perfect. Affectionate and so much fun. I love her already.
I have to admit I have guilt knowing that Scoobie passed away only two weeks ago and when I look at the pup I feel sad thinking about how much I miss her. Scoobie will only ever be Scoobie and I could not have loved her any more. Instead of thinking of the puppy as a replacement, I have to think she came along at this time for a reason.
I will take her in, like I did Scoobs, give her love and care for her in return and as a thanks to her for filling an empty space.
Six years ago today I was visiting my parents down in Tucson. I woke early while my mom was getting ready for work. I went to the kitchen to eat breakfast and turned the TV on. The trade center was burning and I thought, "That's strange." My friend 'VF' and I were flying to NY for our first trip there a few days later. While I was watching, the second plane hit. Unbelievable. I ran down the hall to find my mom. "Are you seeing this?!" We sat in their room watching in horror as the next plane hit the Pentagon and then a fourth crashed into a field in Pennsylvania.
I was worried for my friend and her husband since he worked in the city. Phones were tied up almost all day. I finally got a hold of her and she told me that everyone was ok.
Saddened, scared and angry, we were glued to the television for days, as was the rest of the country. Sitting by and watching was the only thing we could do besides pray.
After much debate, 'VF' and I decided to make the trip anyway. I'm so glad we did.
Today just sort of snuck up. I remember exactly how I felt that morning and for weeks afterwards and never want to become numb to it.
Let Us Never Forget
Union Square Park
New York City, NY
September 2001
I believe this to be true but I am too tired, after just getting off of work, to explain.
Surprises! I am so excited and happy! I need to prepare. There is so much to do.
Can't wait, can't wait, can't wait!!!
How am I ever going to be able to sleep NOW?
Photos and much more to come... stay tuned.
I just woke up and was having a dream about Scoobie and Jackie. We were in my parent's backyard running around but the yard was different than it is now. The old patio and stairs were still in place. Buckets of starfish lined the side and front of the porch next to giant planters made from tires and rims. One of the starfish "sat up" on its legs to look at me. It had eyes, little black beady ones, underneath where its stomach should be. When it saw me it walked towards me on its legs to get a better look. It exchanged glances with another starfish, climbed up the side of the bucket and disappeared in to a hole in the top. What the?
I walked up the stairs into the house and Daddy was playing ball with the girls. He was sitting in his chair and was throwing the ball through the sliding door into the living room, which was slightly ajar. Scoobie and Jackie were falling all over themselves to get to it. Poor clumsy Jackie, knocking into things. Scoobs was jumping all over and even managed to push the ottoman out of the way with her back legs during an enthusiastic, springy attempt to catch it. It came to me so I picked it up and it felt like a sopping wet sponge... like heavy wet foam rubber. When I threw it, it landed with a splat on the shelf knocking over one of Mommy's porcelain owls. Jackie gently picked it up and brought it to me. Anyone who knew Jackie knows that when she got control of the ball she used to take off in the opposite direction to chew on it rather than return it. So, good girl, Jackers! I took it from her and this time, when I threw it, it made it through the half opened door.
And then I woke up.
Technorati Profile
I'm not even sure what it is?!
So many embedded codes, user names, passwords, meters, widgets and gadgets. Tweak here, edit there. Oh wait... delete. Change that. Copy, cut, paste. View. Nope. Reformat. Save. Publish.
Oh, for the love of...
I give up.
Obviously, my friend Jenni is the reason I started to blog in the first place. I was a little anxious about it when I started because, well, my life is boring. I work. I eat. I sleep. Occasionally, I do some fun stuff. I do not have a husband, kids or pets whose antics I can write about. So why the hell should I call attention to the fact that I have nothing to say. In fact, I wrote a disclaimer when I first began as a warning as to how much nothing I can fit onto a webpage. To be honest, every time I publish a new post I think the same thing... "Who cares!" Then, yesterday, I came upon this little snippet, from Schnozzfest, on the funny truth about the "Why blog?" question, the "midblog crisis" and why she chooses to blog.
Schnozz writes, "Some members of society continue to struggle to understand the blogging phenomenon. They see it as attention-seeking, exhibitionist, egomaniacal, selfish. They will haughtily talk about how THEY don’t NEED to write about themselves every day, sharing PERSONAL DETAILS about themselves with TOTAL STRANGERS, because they’re out LIVING THEIR LIVES, not chronicling it on some Web site.... I’m at a loss to figure out why blogging is considered different from the legions of objectively pointless activities humans around the world engage in every day. Some people like to put a basketball through a hoop in their driveways, over and over. Others prefer to bake. Some people like to garden. Rarely are they asked for an explanation, though I’ve been tempted: 'So, what are these tulips you’re growing? What’s that all about? Starving children can’t even eat those. Why do you plant everything out there in front of the house? Just so other people can LOOK AT THEM? You’re sick.'"
There are a few choice answers I could come up with as to why I blog. It is a means to stay occupied in the midst of a quiet shift or a sleepless night, yes. It also acts as a personal journal and somewhat as an outlet for emotion and creativity in the form of words and image. Finally, while I could send out hoards of emails, filling up unsuspecting recipients' inboxes with annoying videos, silly anecdotes or preachy soap-boxy issues, I can keep my friends and family abreast of the latest events (and non-events) in my life in non-intrusive way. If they don't feel like visiting or reading they are not obligated. I am glad those of you who do read keep coming back and leaving your comments. They are much appreciated and I do enjoy your pages as well. It's fun right?!
In the end though, my reason for blogging is the same as Schnozz... simply because I like it.
Thanks again, Jenni, for getting me started and thanks Schnozz for opening that can of soup!
No more generic Blog*Spot page. I've been meaning to update the name and look of the page for some time but just never got around to it. Meaning... I couldn't figure out the html crap. Now that I've gotten the gist, or given the appearance that I have, Scoobers will be able to live on in the blogosphere!
Better late than never!
Nothing delicate about this delicacy.
hmm... what's wrong with this picture?
*I should have taken a better picture with my REAL camera and not my phone.
You can't read the sign.... Note the Big Ass Arrows --> --> --> DO NOT PLACE EQUIPMENT IN FRONT OF FIRE EXTINGUISHER
" Sound of Sedation"
Hello patient, my old friend
You're on the call bell once again
You're still calling, nothing to say
I could be surfing on eBay
But now you're snoring
and no one's turning blue
Woo, woo, woo
This is the sound... of sedation
* * *
I gave them all some benadryl
Some get IV, some get a pill
Patients sleeping without puking
Held the Colace, no one's pooping
Now they're all snoring
So, no one's turning blue
Woo, woo, woo
This is the sound... of sedation
* * *
~Written by O.M. RN
***ahh... what we do when patients are sleeping.
