Sunday, December 19, 2010
Wednesday, December 15, 2010
Wednesday, December 8, 2010
Friday, November 19, 2010
Sunday, November 14, 2010
Wednesday, November 10, 2010
Sunday, November 7, 2010
Friday, October 22, 2010
Monday, October 18, 2010
Sunday, October 10, 2010
Wednesday, September 29, 2010
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Saturday, September 11, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
"I'm always amazed at how much the ED can just keep going after some code or major trauma or absolute train wreck. Not just at how we physicians can mentally re-orient ourselves: 'Current task over, return to other patients now,' but the entire department. The housekeepers keep housekeeping, the nurses keep nursing, the techs keep teching; the controlled chaos returns after a sudden eruption of hell breaking loose.
"This is especially true and eerie after a death. Someone utters, 'Time of death eleven thirty-seven,' and it's like you've just rebooted our minds. We return from whence we came, doing what we did before, but now maybe a little sadder, a little more downtrodden, and a lot more behind. We whisper something to ourselves, pausing for a few seconds to grieve, and keep moving. Try to save the next one.
"A couple hours later, the body has been packaged and removed and the room is completely cleaned. Fresh. A new patient sits in the gurney, dangling his legs off the edge of the bed, wondering when he's going to be seen. He has no idea what just went on two hours ago in the exact same place. You briefly make eye contact as you walk past the room. Ignorance is bliss.
"The room is back to how it always is, with nothing left but your memories of what just happened. How you broke the poor woman's ribs at 100 beats per minute. Crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch, crunch. How you stuck sharp things in her mottled, edematous frame. How before all this, you stuck the tube in her throat and figured things would start turning around once you controlled that airway. And then an hour later, how you ran through your differential one more time, everyone straining their brains as if there's some obvious procedure or drug or incantation you must just be forgetting that instantly resurrects the dead:
You sigh. And then you call it.
'Time of death, eleven thirty-seven'
I love this. There are many things that you just have to experience to truly understand. The way that the workers in the ER are like the closest of close-knit families. But I think that even if you don't really get the 'reboot' post in the same way us ER peeps might, you get the gist. Last night at work after coding a patient intermittently for 2 hours and starting him on every drip known to man, the code was called. The doppler had been used to attempt to hear any discernible traces of remaining pulses in the soon-to-be deceased man. The ultrasound is brought in to confirm that there are no remaining traces of cardiac activity. The code is called. Reboot. New patients are waiting. As are those that were waiting while we were breaking ribs and drawing blood and pushing fluids and medications.
So I went to see my new patients. Medications were ordered on a patient 18 weeks pregnant who had urticaria of pregnancy. As were fetal heart tones. I grabbed the doppler, taking a moment to appreciate the irony of what the machine was last used for. I wheeled it into the room, gooped on the cold cold jelly and placed the doppler to the patients pregnant abdomen and heard a solid rapid thump thump thump thump thump. Humming along at a healthy 148 beats per minute. I left it there several moments longer than necessary. I love listening to fetal heart tones. I just think it's amazing. To hear a happy healthy baby's heartbeat while it is in an innocent blissful place doing nothing but growing fat and happy to make it's debut into the world. And it was especially reassuring at that moment. The circle of life and all that. The very machine I had used not ten minutes earlier to confirm the death of one man, was at that moment confirming the healthy fetal life of another. Reboot indeed. Life goes on. I have the greatest job in the entire world!
Thursday, September 2, 2010
Friday, August 27, 2010
Tuesday, August 24, 2010
Monday, August 23, 2010
Trust no one but yourself. I used to be such an optimist. A hopeless romantic, idealist, and optimist. I'm quickly becoming a pessimistic realist. Which is ok, I mean it is what it is... But there's only so many times you can be disappointed in the world before optimism fades to jaded bitterness. I still want to hope, I still want to believe that people are basically good (thanks Anne Frank, I'm trying), but the dark and twisty side of me is putting up quite a battle. One of my favorite Grey's Anatomy moments is from the bomb episode of season two. Meredith is refusing to get out of bed, and is ranting to Christina. "...You never think the last time is the last time, you think there'll be more. You think you have forever, but you don't. Plus, my conditioner decided to stop working and I think I have brittle bones. I just ...I just need something to happen. I need a sign that things are gonna change. I need a reason to go on. I need some hope. And in the absence of hope I need to stay in bed and feel like I might die today." After this Christina kicks Meredith out of bed and tells her, "Whatever! Everybody has problems, now get your ass out of bed and get to work. NOW! MOVE, move move move!" (thanks Wikiquote, you're a great invention :) )
I don't have anyone to kick me out of bed and make me go to work every day. I do however have bills to pay, so I do it. But the point is, things change, people change, they disappoint you, the world is quite a disappointing place. No one's perfect, and eventually you learn to trust your heart and your deep dark secrets to no one but yourself. Don't put people on pedestals because you'll get hurt when they fall off. And they always fall off. So do you, so don't try to climb on any. So all I need now is a sign. A sign that things are going to change. That good things have fallen apart because better ones are falling together. I need a reason to cleave to the last shred of desire to hope for better things. It's out there somewhere. Right?
Friday, August 20, 2010
Tuesday, August 3, 2010
Tuesday, July 13, 2010
Love The Way You Lie by Eminem feat Rihanna
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn,
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts.
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry,
But that's alright because I like the way you lie.
I love the way you lie.
I can't tell you what it really is,
I can only tell you what it feels like.
And right now there's a steel knife in my windpipe.
I can't breathe but still I fight while I can fight.
As long as the wrong feels right, it's like I'm in flight
High off of love, drunk from the hate,
It's like I'm huffing paint.
And I love it, the more that I suffer, the more I suffocate.
And right before I'm about to drown
She resuscitates me, she f*(&ing hates me
And I love it.
Wait, where you going
I'm leaving you
No you aint, come back.
We're running right back
Here we go again, it's so insane
Cause when it's going good, it's going great.
I'm superman with the wind in his bag.
She's Lois Lane.
But when it's bad, it's awful.
I feel so ashamed. I snap.
Who's that dude, I don't even know his name.
I laid hands on her, I'll never stoop so low again.
I guess I don't know my own strength.
Just gonna stand there and watch me burn.
But that's alright because I like the way it hurts.
Just gonna stand there and hear me cry.
But that's alright because I like the way you lie.
I love the way you lie.
And the song continues, but I'm sure you get the jest. Love love love this song.
Monday, July 12, 2010
1. Friendship is forever. And the best ones are there forever and always no matter what you say or do or how far apart you are.
2. I think I actually COULD handle having a baby... My apartrment however needs some work.
3. There is NO therapy like sunshine therapy.
4. Even after 2 years, watching the Yankees play is like being home.
5. I really like my days off. Like an unhealthy amount. I'm not sure what that means...
6. I miss living within walking distance to Pike Place.
7. I need to use the pool at my apt a lot more.
8. I'm not letting Danielle and family go home.
9. I'm going to miss my Mercy like crazy when she goes to school in New Orleans. I wouldn't let her leave either but a) I'm pretty sure they outlawed keeping Africans hostage in your house a few years ago. And b) I really want to visit New Orleans, and now I'll have my own tour guide :)
Saturday, July 3, 2010
One of my favorite 4th of July moments on film is in the movie The Sandlot. When they're all our playing a game of street ball and they all stop to admire the fireworks in the sky while Ray Charles sings about purple mountain's majesty. It brings me to nostalgic tears. Every time. In the words of Rodney Atkins, "It's a high school prom, it's a Springstein song, it's a ride in a Chevrolet. It's a man on the moon, fireflies in June, and kids sellin' lemonade. It's cities and farms, it's open arms, One Nation Under God, it's America." That's why we celebrate with family picnics where kids trow frisbees and have watermelon seed spitting contests. That's why we celebrate with baseball games and fireworks and family friends and loved ones. Because that's what we fight for. That's who we are. We are beautiful spacious skies, we are amber waves of grain, we are purple mountain majesty. We are America. America is families and friends playing and enjoying the sunshine and warm summer nights. That is the heart and soul of what we are and it's why so many now and before us have shed blood sweat and tears. Thank you for those that have gone before and sacrificed so much, that we can have what we take advantage of today. You are not forgotten. You are loved.
I'll leave you with one of my favorite quotes from John Fitzgerald Kennedy. "Let every nation know, whether it wishes us well or ill, we shall pay any price, bear any burden, meet any hardship, support any friend, oppose any foe, to assure the survival and success of liberty."
Tuesday, June 29, 2010
So for the last week I've put myself back on a diet. The thing is, excuse my french, I become a homicidal bitch if I haven't eaten all day. Seriously. I hate people (everyone) and my life and my job and ...well, everything. I realized this at work the other day when I was having a terrible day for no apparent reason. I wanted to stab people in the eyeballs (don't lie, we've all been there) and everything just irritated me! Luckily, my roommate took subconscious pity on my poor coworkers when she surprised me at work with real food. Moral of the story, it's not worth my mental health to starve myself. Running: great. Dieting: not so much. So I'll just have to strive harder to not make the key lime pie and eat the entire thing in three days time. No more midnight runs to get double stuff oreos that I can coat in delicious peanut butter and put myself in a food induced happy state. Just eating like normal and exercising. Sigh. But I might not kill anyone intentionally this way ;)
Monday, June 14, 2010
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Tuesday, June 8, 2010
Sunday, June 6, 2010
Which I also love! Vintage nursing items. I figure from these books I'll learn how to be a good 50s housewife nurse who doesn't talk back, and instead I'll learn to say things like, "Yes, doctor" and, "Here you go sir." Lol! In all seriousness though, I found these four books which were all written in the 50's about nurses, and I couldn't not get them! Can't wait to delve in! So this weekend, corner coffee shops, good friends, used book stores, and vintage nursing memorabilia make me happy :) And if you're ever in the greater Seattle area, check out the link below!
Thursday, June 3, 2010
Thursday, May 27, 2010
I decided that I needed more of this in my life. So on a retail therapy trip to Target, I bought all six seasons of Sex and the City on DVD (and a bluray player and hdmi cable ...but that's beside the point...). I started with episode one of season one and found quickly that it was a good idea to keep a pen and paper handy for all the amazing things I was relating to. There's not much else need to explain. Here's my favorites. Those of you who will get it will just get it, and those of you who don't won't and that's fine by me. Quotes are narration or dialog by Carrie unless noted otherwise.
"I didn't understand. Did all men secretly want their women promiscuous and emotionally detached? And if I was really having sex like a man, why didn't I feel like I had more control?"
"I thought I had come to terms with my looks the year I turned 30 and realized I no longer had the energy to be completely superficial."
"The truth is, I was dying to sleep with him, but isn't delayed gratification the meaning of maturity?"
"I will not be the first one to speak. And if he never calls me again, I will always think of him fondly. As an asshole."
"Was secret sex the ultimate form of intimacy since it existed in a pure state, exempt from the judgement of the world? Or is it just another way in which we deny our feelings and emotionally compartmentalize our lives?"
Samantha: "Just be cool. You don't care. Then he'll wonder why you don't which will make him realize he does and then it's a whole new ballgame."
Miranda: "So, in your world it's always 6th grade?"
Charlotte: "I think a relationship has to be built on honesty and communication to succeed."
Samantha: "Ok, if you were 25 that would be adorable, but you're 32 now, so that's just stupid."
"Puberty is a phase, 15 years of rejection is a lifestyle." Stanford Blatch
"Let's be honest. Sometimes there's nothing harder in life than being happy for somebody else. Like lottery winners. Or extremely successful people who are 27. And then there's that hell on earth that only your closest friends can inflict on you. The baby shower."
"It's very strange when the life you never had flashes before your eyes."
"It takes half the time you went out with someone to get over them. You can't push yourself into feeling good. The only way to get over somebody is to feel really bad, cry to your girlfriends, and to replay what you hated about him over and over in your head all day." Charlotte
"I'm not drunk, I'm sedated from my pain."
"We're so over we need a new word for over."
Carries 5 breakup rules:
1. Destroy all pictures where he looks sexy and you look happy.
2. Lie. It's a lot easier than admitting that's why you invited the new Yankee to the party and why you maxed out your credit card to buy the dress.
3. Until emotionally stabilized, enter no stores.
4. Never stop thinking about him. Even for a moment. Because that's the moment he'll appear.
5. No matter who broke your heart or how long it takes to heal, you'll never get through it without your friends.
"If New York's signature food is the apple, the signature sound is the siren. But what about the injuries that don't get a siren. Whether you're falling in a hole in the street or falling back in love ...just how dangerous is a broken heart?"
Amazing, no? Now, I must admit that I did see the SaTC movie before I watched the series. Kind of like watching the movie before reading the book. It leaves you misguided and there's always something critical that is left out. Like all girls in the movie (and I thought who had seen the show as well), I was kind of endeared to Big. Who wouldn't be endeared to someone who bought you a bazillion dollar home on 5th ave --and built you your own palatial closet to boot. He did have his big freak out asshole moment when he panicked and didn't drove past instead of stopping to go to his wedding, but he was coming back for her... But every guy in every movie has a moment like that. Besides, I had heard the buzz about him when the series was on air, I figured that he was a big deal (no pun intended) and that he and Carrie were destined to be together. Like romeo and Juliet. So when the movie ended and all was happy, I was happy. No matter how much it pains me to admit it, I am a hopeless romantic.
What I didn't get from the movie that I realized watching each episode was that Big is a giant asshole. He treated her like crap repeatedly and kept stringing her along and kept coming back and being an asshole all over again. He broke her heart a couple times, and she found someone amazing. Aiden. I love Aiden. I can't wait to find my Aiden. And when I find him I won't let a married-to-someone-else Big ruin it. When my Aiden proposes to me and I say yes, I won't end up having an affair with my ex-Big who is still married to someone else. And should my Aiden find out about the affair and forgive me and still love me anyways, I will keep him forever. I will not be swayed when my ex-asshole Big gets jealous and possessive even though he's married to someone else who he won't leave. I will keep my Aiden over Big because Aiden is what every girl needs, and Big is what is out there. He makes Carrie feel insignificant and inconsequential and never good enough. Unfortunately Aiden's have gone extinct in real life. The one's that are there are blissfully married as they should be. So back to Big. For six years he was a complete douche bag with intermittent periods of actual gentlemanly behavior. All assholes have to have some redeeming moments, it's what hooks you. Holding on to those fleeting moments.
But the show was still amazing therapy. As I said before, I related completely. And it was fun to realize that I was part of all 4 characters, not just Charlotte as I thought after seeing the movie. And it was fun to realize that each of your friends is more like one of the ladies than the other three. And that somehow when you put all your friends together you end up with an even balance of all 4 characters.
The show reminded me how much I am in love with New York City. Still. That place gets inside you and becomes part of who and what you are.
And as amazing as it was, I was quite disappointed in the ending. And yet I wasn't at the same time. The hopeless romantic in me (the part created by Disney and fairytales and believing that true love conquers all when I was a little girl) was glad that she ended up with Big. The ending was dramatic and romantic and seemed fitting. And I obviously saw it coming since I had seen the movie.
But like everything else that's not reality, it ended in happily ever after. My single girl power gritty real life success therapy ended with the cold hard fact that apparently if you put up with the asshole for 6 years he will turn into a prince who's everything you ever imagined. It's a modern day fairytale come true. It's the same shit we were force fed when we were little (ok, not just when we were little, I still love Disney movies ...I watched sleeping beauty just the other day). Like in beauty and the beast ...if you stick around long enough and put up with someone holding you captive and dictating what you wear and eat and your daily activities, he will turn into a prince. The difference is this one was marketed for adults. Jaded adults even.
Which reminds me. McDreamy. The wonderful beautiful perfect McDreamy. The man that my friends and I have often pondered doesn't exist in reality. I had a moment as I was watching the beginning of season two on DVD the other day. Let's re-examine this. McDreamy does exist. He's beautiful, he has amazing hair and that McDreamy look (think elevator) that makes your knees crumble and your insides turn to mush. That makes everything he suggests sound amazing and incredible. But he also started an affair with you --painting pictures of lasting futures and homes and families-- neglecting to tell you that he is already married. Then he doesn't apologize for not telling you. Then he doesn't sign the divorce papers because he can't give up his life (wife) in "one day." Then after he rejects you he continues to give you the McDreamy look at work, and be there for you in obnoxious ways and continually break your heart and drive you crazy. He hugs you when you're hysterical over yous sick mother. He holds you silently in the closet when you need a moment not alone. You date someone else and he flies of the handle with jealousy ...while still married to his wife. But if you can endure enough of his wanting his cake and eating it too, eventually his wife will move to LA and he will be McDreamily yours forever.
What I'm getting out of all this is that Prince Charming does still exist. McDreamy does in fact exist. You just have to put up with all the crap first. So if I endure all the pain and misery and tears and heartache and wistful longing and being treated like a discard-able possession long enough, the asshole will turn into a prince. Perfect.
This post kind of turned into a pot of Gumbo. I'm not technically sure what Gumbo is, but in my brain it's like a big potluck soup. A little of everything all mixed together. I have a roommate who is moving to Louisiana to go to Tulane for grad school, so I'm sure soon enough I'll find out what actual Gumbo is. Then again, this is my temporary roommate who told me the other day, "I keep thinking that you should be from Boston. I mean, I have to remind myself that it's NY where you lived, because it just seems like you should be from Boston. I don't know what it is." So we'll see what comes of that :) But that's what came of my SaTC experiment. And now I have a lot of books I need to re-read. He's Just Not That Into You (inspired by a SaTC writer btw), If The Buddha Dated, Act like a Woman, Think like a Man ...the list goes on. Books based in reality. Pay no attention to the movie he's just not that into you. It ends with a Hollywood ending that completely undoes any good done by the book. Now, off to bed and then to read some books... And the second SaTC movie comes out tomorrow... :)
Tuesday, May 25, 2010
Monday, May 24, 2010
Tuesday, May 18, 2010
Sunday, May 16, 2010
RN: "Where are your pants?"
Pt: "Where are YOUR pants?"
RN: "I'm wearing them, seriously, where are your pants?"
Pt: "You don't have to wear pants in the ER"
RN "Yes, you do, here are some paper scrubs, put those on."
Pt: "No, those are too tight on my belly, just give me a gown"
I love my job.
Thursday, May 13, 2010
"Ask most people what they want out of life, and the answer is simple. To be happy. Maybe it's this expectation, the wanting to be happy that just keeps us from ever getting there. Instead we just keep smiling, trying like hell to be the happy people we wish we were. Until eventually it hits us. It's been there all along. Not in our dreams or hopes, but in the known, the comfortable, the familiar."
Is it the fear of the unknown? The fear that nothing better will come along, that we've already been as happy as it's possible to be? Is it searching for something better and the yearning and hoping for the happiness --that is supposed to be the journey, not the destination-- what keeps us from actualizing our dreams? The hopes and dreams of a better fantasy life that blocks our sights of what the happiness actually is? Thoughts anyone?
Monday, May 3, 2010
I found a used condom --not of the medical kind while cleaning a room that a patient had just been discharged from.
I saw a very elaborate and detailed --and very large --phallic drawing, in pen, covering a patient's entire back.
I had a patient with such a massive intercerebellar bleed that her tonsills were herniating down her throat.
I had a patient that we diagnosed with a giant left temporal mass. She became went from a completely independent active life to completely non-verbal in 2 hours.
I took care of a 8 month old in severe respiratory distress, and several other patients in between.
And this was all in the last 8 hours of my shift. I spent the first 6 hours in triage hating people for not understanding that Emergency Rooms are for LIFE THREATENING emergencies. And now, I'm going to bed. Goodnight.
Friday, April 23, 2010
The only other thing that was in my purse was my camera. Not pictured for obvious reasons. We've got my super cute bag ...my Easter present from my cute mommy, my sunglasses, my iPod (mostly used to avoid talking to people on airplanes), a bottle of eye re-wetting drops (again, used mostly to re-wet my contacts after long naps on airplanes), a pen from the hotel I stayed at last time I was in Vegas, a bottle of baby lotion I stole from work because my hands get so incredibly dry washing them 3,546 times a day, my Burt's Bees chapstick (the only kind I'll use), and varying flavors scents colors and sheens of lip gloss (because yes, Jill, girls lips do look better in pictures when they're shiny, and also, quite frankly, kissing is more fun with it ...and it makes you more memorable --the whole using all the senses thing...)
And this is everything (except camera again) that should have been in my purse today. My cute wallet included. My cute wallet carrying my debit card, Yankee mastercard, discovercard, VS Angel card, safeway card, duane reade card, my Black Book card, you're getting the point. A wide variety of cards and business cards and a bit 'o cash and change, and two tickets to the Allstar Minor League football game in Vegas that some running back gave me when I was in Vegas ...didn't end up going -clearly, since the tickets are still in my wallet. I also have a couple old Yankee tickets in my wallet, just for sentimentality :) And oh, my goodness, my cell phone!! My cell phone is at my side 24-7, so if I'm out and about I'd have that with me as well. That I would never leave by my bed.
Tuesday, April 20, 2010
See, I'm a little behind on my scrapbooking. The last time I printed photos they were of my first time living in New York. I told myself that I couldn't print anymore until I had those ones all scrapbooked. So I haven't. And the first time I lived in New York was the summer/fall of 2007. Just recently I made a power push to get caught up and scrapbooked the entire time in 3 weeks. So now I'm on to my California adventures. Which I am SO excited to get to!!!! After that is my road trip up the PCH. I decided to make a photobook of this road trip rather than printing more photos. I figured the road trip was like a story, so a book was appropriate. Besides I would get entirely too bored of scrapbooking nothing but scenery pictures. So in addition to ordering all my Cali pics, I also put together and ordered a custom made 78 page book covering the 4 day trip. I am so excited to get it and see it and look at it that I may not be able to sleep tonight! Thank you shutterfly for indulging my picture taking problem :)
Here's a link to see the online version of the book: click here :)
Thursday, April 15, 2010
Wednesday, April 7, 2010
Monday, March 22, 2010
Wednesday, March 17, 2010
Saturday, March 13, 2010
Is it because I'm just that pathetic and awful to be around and be associated with? If I picked myself up and held my head high and ran away from you in my own self interest would anything change? I hear how it sounds. I know that I'm acting like a sad rejected kicked puppy. I know that's not attractive. But right now, that's me. I don't want that to be me. I want to be the first girl. But I can't. So really, it's your loss. And I wish that didn't make me cry.
Sunday, March 7, 2010
4 TV shows I like to watch:
1. Grey's Anatomy
3. Criminal Minds
4. Extreme Forensics
4 things I'm passionate about
1. Aggie basketball
2. Yankee baseball
4 words/phrases I say often
3. big poke here, don't move
4. Mmm bed
4 things I have learned from the past
1. Disney was wrong
2. It actually might be better to have loved and lost...
3. graham crackers and nap time are still important
4. there are some patients who will die no matter what you do and some patients who will live no matter what you do
4 places I would love to go
1. Hawaii --always
2. NYC --I miss you
3. US Virgin Islands
4 things I did yesterday
1. walked 6.5 miles during my slow shift at work
2. wrestled a bloody drunk
3. laughed about a pt's awesome name and chief complaint- don't judge me, how I wish I could share it with you!
4. ran outside in the sunshine --yay!!
4 things I'm looking forward to this year
1. DC in April
2. Mediterranean in Oct
3. Hawaii in Nov
4. Skydiving this summer --it's GONNA happen!
4 things I love about winter
1. it didn't snow at all this last winter
2. it makes you appreciate the summer more
3. basketball season
4. cuddling by the fire
4 things on my wish list
1. Kitchen Aid
2. Audi A4
3. Schnese --black
4. an apartment that maintains the clean state I put it in
Tuesday, February 9, 2010
Monday, February 8, 2010
1. What is your Occupation right now?
-hard core trauma junkie and life saving er nurse extraordinaire
2. What color are your socks right now?
-I'm not sure how this helps you know me better in this specific year, but I prefer to be sock-less. My toenail polish is LaPaz-itively Hot by OPI
3. What are you listening to right now?
-Birds chirping outside my window. Cheesy but true. I love it :)
4. What was the last thing you ate?
-Hash browns, 3 eggs over-medium, sausage patty, and sourdough toast --went out for breakfast after work
5. Can you drive a stick shift?
-Well enough to get by, but I don't like to
6. Last person you spoke to on the phone?
-Mercy who's in Liberia ...miss you girl :)
7. How old are you today?
8. What is your favorite sport to watch on tv?
-What season is it? I'm kind of a sports whore. Love me some Yankee baseball, college basketball (go Aggies), and football. Ooh, and UFC (yay BJ Penn)
9. What is your favorite drink?
-Anything girly and fruity --preferably served in a tropical location, but I'm not picky :)
10. Have you ever dyed your hair?
-Lol, like today?
11. Favorite food?
-Potatoes --any way you cook 'em
12. What is the last movie you watched?
-Pirates of the Caribbean 2 -Dead Man's Chest
13. Favorite day of the year?
-4th of July
14. How do you vent anger?
-Cry. Big crier. Then I therapy write.
15. What was your favorite toy as a child?
-My rocking chair
16. Favorite season?
-Summer. No contest.
17. Cherries or blueberries?
-plain: blueberries -mixed/as a flavor: cherries
18. Living arrangements?
-Cozy and charming one-bedroom lakeside apartment
19. When was the last time you cried?
-I actually am having a hard time remembering. Weird. Really weird. I think it was Wednesday night --so 5 days ago --this may be a new record. Take note people!
20. What is on the floor of your closet?
-In the far right corner I have a three drawer organizer, moving to the left I have my shoes, followed my my suitcase, followed by half a closet full of well organized scrapbooking materials (not being facetious here --uber organized!)
21. Who is the friend you have had the longest?
-Melissa. We were bff's in kindergarten, and went all the way through school together --cna and nsg school included
22. What did you do last night?
23. What are you most afraid of?
-Being alone forever. No judgements here, I'm being honest.
24. Plain, cheese, or spicy hamburgers?
-Cheese, home-grilled outside in the summer
25. Favorite dog breed?
26. Favorite day of the week?
-Any day I have off
27. How many states have you lived in?
28. Diamonds or pearls?
29. Favorite flower?
30. Favorite song of all time?
-Wonderful World --Louis Armstrong
31. Favorite book?
-The Scarlett Letter
32. Favorite color?
-Green. Or blue. Depending on the day.
33. Favorite TV show?
34. Name one thing on your bucket list?
-Go to Boston for St. Patrick's Day
35. Goal for 2010?
-One of them? Be more selfish. (not a typo)
36. Favorite store to shop?
--For...????? Clothes, I'm assuming? White House-Black Market. I also love Target and any book store.