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How I Amused Myself This Weekend

Learning how to use a movie maker.  This is a simple slide show with bits and pieces, most of which I have used here before.  I made a cool slide show of our halloween carnival also.  Sadly, because of privacy issues, I can't show it on the web.

 

 

Sunday. Not a Meme

I found this on Bears Mountain.  She says this is not a meme which suits me.  Here are my answers:

What is your favorite song?

Anything by Lizz Wright.

Your favorite perfume/smell?

Plumeria is lovely.

Dark or light beer?

Love dark beers.  But I can't tolerate much of it any more.

Red or white wine?

Red.  It doesn't agree with me either but it's worth the price.  I am currently quite taken with meritages.  (Is that a word?)

Would anyone like to join me for breakfast fajitas and mimosas?  (Just a little aside for the heck of it).        

 

Favorite mixed drink?

Kalhua and cream.  A pussy drink really.

Favorite shot?

Don't do shots.

Your favorite weird comfort food?

Spaghetti with Smart Balance and parmesan cheese.

Your favorite color?

A toss up between pink and lavendar.

Do you have an iPod?

Nope.

Favorite song in the whole world.

Amazing Grace.

Mac or PC? Why?

PC.  Why?  Because I have been coopted by the establishment?

Oh.  Right.  I am the establishment.  Damn.

Kids?

Do I have them?  No.  Had a foster daughter once.  Do I like them?  Yes.

Perfect Passion Filled night?

A little wine, a nice fire, and maybe some whipped cream.

Favorite kind of pasta?

Love a good lasagna.

Favorite blog, (besides mine of course...hehe).

Mocha Momma,  currently minimally active.  So I follow Kelly on twitter.

Also love Lesbian Dad, Raindog Blue, Left Coast Mom, Deb on the Rocks, and Hahn at Home.  

What is your biggest worry, social cause, passion??

My biggest worry at this moment is that John McCain will win this stupid thing.

My passion?  Social justice and human rights.

Any off the wall thing you want to tell me.

I am the definition of Off the Wall.  An old lesbian who lives in a trailer, and is still waiting for the Revolution.

That's me.  You can leave your answers in my comment section, put them on your blog, or just skip it all together. 

Santa Claus is Coming

                                                                                                       

 

Every year for the past several years, I try to find unique "nursey" Christmas ornaments for my nurselettes.  It's always a challenge to find something that is different without being too cheesy.  They also have to be gender appropriate as I usually have several male nurses.

There were only 13 of those left so I picked this one also:   

There were only 4 of the nurses and angels wear white and I found some boy and girl nurses with stethescopes to make up the balance.   It's sometimes difficult to find something affordable but the internet has served me well in my ornament hunts.

Each year has been from a different vendor.  This year's order comes from ChristmasPeople.com.

When I have Jewish or Muslim nurses, I search for something special for those folks too.  I ask because I never assume.  You have to know your people and how they react if you make a mistake.  Still, it's always fun to do this.  It is amazing to me how excited it makes some of the nurses that I took the time to find these little trinkets. 

With sincere apologies to those who freak out when someone mentions Christmas before we have had our Thanksgiving turkey.

Weekends. It's What I Live For.

No weekend is complete without my favorite coffee mug and some great beans.

Sulawesi is one of Starbucks bold African blends.  I have this really nifty coffee maker that can be set to grind the beans and brew the coffee at the time of my choice. 

There is nothing like waking up to the whir of the grinder and the smell of freshly ground beans.  The mug is from Boca Java.  It's a great little online coffee company.

I'm not really the angry. violent person I like to portray here sometimes.  But I love nothing better than to watch Bruce Willis pound the crap out of about 63 bad guys.  It's called sublimation.  That's what emotionally healthy people can do to work out their socially unacceptable feelings.

OK.  So Bruce is over the hill and still working out his midlife crisis.  But what's up with Demi and Ashton?   That is so, ummm, icky?

Speaking of icky, I'm sitting here watching a string of those TLC reality shows where young couples buy their first home.  And guess what?  They're encouraging poor folks with bad credit ratings to take on balloon payments and second mortgages.  I find that very wrong.

Other weekend fun?  The dog chewing up my mail.  The 13 pound cat trying to smack the 6 pound dog when I'm not looking.  Spending money I don't really have.  Surfing twitter. 

And watching Fox News so that I can yell at the television.  That's another form of sublimation.  I really do not hate Sarah Palin.  But it's so much fun to freak out over her antics.

Oh yeah.  Pretending I did not hear the phone ring.  "I'm sorry, I was busy doing a private wine tasting.  My ears must have slipped underneath a couch cushion."

This 'n That

Sleep must have given me the attitude adjustment I was seeking because this morning I am fine and surfing the web like a mad woman.  Never mind that the antics of 94 schizophrenics and their nurses loom before me like a Salvadore Dali painting on crack.

When one is surrounded by nurses, there is always at least one person with absolutely no personal boundaries.  I have one right now begging to come to the day shift.  Here's what I have to say about that:  If you want to keep your job, best stay where you are.  I would hate to be forced to fire a perfectly good nurse because [s]he can't stay out of my face while I'm trying to work.

On to the business at hand, Net Noodling.

Fly My Pretty makes this observation:

"On the whole I think I find bubbles of snot more disgusting than fudgy poo." 

I feel the same way.  I will always volunteer to give your enema if you'll clean up my snot.  Actually, there are few things more satisfying in my career than cleaning someone's intestines shiny clean.  It gives them a whole new lease on life.  Snot, on the other hand, is just plain yucky.  And there never seems to be an end result.  It just keeps coming.

On the education front, Mochamomma bitches about the NCLB (no child left behind) using the example of shoe viability. Shoe freaks need to peek if only to drool over the footwear.  Her singular erudition is a bonus.

Now we come to gender issues.  Someone named Monica Dux says to Think Before You Pink .  It's all about how dressing little girls in all things pink and frilly supports gender inequality.  Really, it's a good thing I didn't have a daughter.  She would have been scarred for life because I am a pink fanatic.  And frills.  I live for frills.  Not to mention gorgeous, sexy, completely non-functional shoes.

I'm a gemini.  So shoot me.

Last but certainly not least, this snippet is on Pam's House Blend this morning:

The American Psychological Association resolved to play a role in improving treatment for gender-variant people.  It's about damn time is all I have to say on the subject.

Ok.  I'm getting up to get more coffee and will probably become distracted so I'll see y'all on the other end of the day.

 

Another Weekend Shot to Hell

I did accomplish some small tasks.  My bills are paid.  I finally uploaded some pics but still haven't done anything about my media reader.  Watched Olympics.  Played on the computer.  Played with the dog. 

I received the good news that 6 months later my insurance company is sending me a big fat check for my totaled Sentra.  I really need to put the money into my house.  Truly, I can't stand it any more.

Received some bad news about my sister's youngest.  She was recently diagnosed with cardiomyopathy.  Of course my poor sis feels like she is to blame.  Motherhood does not come without heartache.

Does anyone out there have a good recipe for an attitude adjustment?  Or is this just normal Sunday night blahs?

Wish it were morning so I could have some coffee. 

hee hee 

Progress, etc.

  So here I am at Del Mar, obviously happy that my horse won.  Shezamaneater was a star.  The activity director brought the camera and got some great shots.

  This is a snapshot of the horses leaving the gate in one of the races.  All of this is proof that I have made some progress in the photo department.  I didn't take them but I got them loaded onto my computer.  I also took Adrenaline's advice and bought a media reader to upload pics to my computer.

Here I am out on the balcony of the skybox looking for my horse. 

  Really, we had a blast.

I'm still watching the Olympics.  Still have not slept in days.

 

Thanks to Nellenelle, I now have a mobile communication service.

 

Over the weekend I'll try to post some pics of my dog.  She is so damned cute.  Oh yeah.  And the cat that doesn't belong to me but insists on living in my house.