Weekend Funny

Check out this New Moon Spoof that Spiderman sent me. It's pretty funny.
And yes, that is Superman.

Twilight Cycles from Brandon Routh

It will keep you busy while I'm spending the weekend shopping, and getting out my Christmas stuff.

10 Reasons Girls will like New Moon

***Contains no spoilers as I don't want to ruin anything for you.***

1. New Moon very closely followed the book...almost to a fault.
2. Taylor Lautner without a shirt.
3. Girls like sparkly things and Vampires are sparkly.
4. Every gal secretly wishes that she'd be involved in a love triangle. Admit it.
5. A soaking wet Taylor Lautner without a shirt.
6. The wolf special effects were really awesome. They were pretty life-like.
7. The scene where Bella, Jacob and Mike go to the movies is highly entertaining. Those of you who saw the movie know to what I'm referring to.
8. I enjoyed meeting the Volturi. They were perfectly cast in my opinion.
9. The courtyard scene was exactly as it was in my imagination.
10. Did I mention Taylor? Shirtless? For most of the movie?

New Moon Will Have to Wait A Little Bit

Like many of my fellow Twilight junkies, I can't wait to see New Moon. Unfortunately, I'm working 12 hour shifts and won't be able to find time until Sunday. To tide me over I went to Jen Lancaster's site and read her version of New Moon.

Go there now. It's Hil-arious! If you're not already reading her blog, you should start.

Cat Fights

This is the face of evil, apparently.Tim is 12 years old. My other cat Peter just turned 4 on Tuesday. For the four years we've had both kitties they have gotten along. They play together, lay together and clean each other. They get along great. Or got along great. A week ago they decided that they hate each other with the fire of a thousand suns. Mostly it's Tim attacking Peter. Usually when he's eating. And then Peter spends the day hiding under our bed or in the closet growling and hissing whenever Tim walks near.

I called the vet even though neither kitty seems sick. She suggested buying this spray called Feliway that releases pheromones that calm kitties. It's not working. She also suggested separating them. Have you ever tried to separate two kitties? We lock one of them at a time up in a bathroom while the other has free reign in the house. The isolated kitty then loses his mind. Banging on the door, moaning and crying incessantly.

Under supervision, the kitties are allowed to be together. They warily sniff each other and lay near each other. Then something sets them off and it's yowling, fighting, chasing, and Peter under the bed again.

I'm at my wits end.

What should I do? Has anyone had an experience like this before?
Do they EVER get over it?

Babyland

Tomorrow I have to go to a baby shower so today I had to go here: The enemy of all infertile women.

For expectant mothers and pretty much everyone else, it's a place to ohhhh and ahhhh over carseats, high chairs, tiny jumpers, and the world's smallest socks (how are their feet that tiny?) For me, it's a kin to torture. It makes me want to stick sharp objects in my eyes.

Repeatedly.

I have had to go to here three times in the last two months. Every time is a mixture of emotions. I mean, of course I'm happy for the soon-to-be parents, but it always reminds me of what I don't have. May never have. And it makes me sad. And a little jealous. I've gotten to hate showers. I've been to over a dozen in the last 2 years. I hate trying to put on a forced overly happy face to convince those who know what I'm going through that I'm alright. It's extremely self centered of me, I know. But it hurts my pride to see the way people look at me when they find out I can't get pregnant. With that uncomfortable pity on their faces. Then they inevitably will pat my hand and say some condescending, bullshit platitude that is designed to make themselves feel better, and me feel like shit.

It'll happen when it's supposed to.

Just relax, and try not to think about it.

Have you tried....(insert an odd suggestion that is usually TMI)?

Do I sound bitter? It's not meant to sound bitter. Just to convey my dislike of showers. If I didn't like my new friend so much, I wouldn't even go. It's her shower. So I'll put on my cute outfit and forced smile, eat finger foods and cake, and play lame baby shower games. I'll even fawn over the little socks and hooded towels with duckies on them (they are pretty cute).
Because I'm that kind of friend.

Awesome New Stuff

This past weekend I got several new things that make me happy. My Aunt was getting rid of this cabinet:It was my great grandmother's and she didn't have room in her house anymore. Isn't it cute? I put it in my dining room and plan on making it my new bar. See all the alcohol on the top shelf? Well I'm going to get more.

But most importantly, Carson's had a sale this weekend.
ON BOOTS!
Now I don't know if any of you remember my boot quest from last winter, but I never did find a pair that fit me or that I liked. Well, no more. Not only did I find a pair that I liked, but I got TWO pairs! I couldn't decide between the black pair or the tan pair. Since they were on sale, and I know I will wear the shit out of them, I got both! They are super comfy. Aren't they beautiful? Don't you love them?

Cubs Cheat Death!

Strange thing happened to me today. We were coding a patient, this frail little 84 year old man. So frail that his ribs crunched when I was doing compressions. We coded him for 20 minutes and he was basically already in the light. The nurse left the room to speak to the family and let them know of the status. No matter what she said to the family they just didn't get it. They insisted that she come back into the room and shout "Go Cubs!" into his ear. They were absolutely 100% convinced that hearing that would make him come back to life.

And shocked when it didn't.

People are strange.

Lazy vs Crazy

I am lazy.
Sometimes I wish I had superpowers or a helper monkey just so I don't have to get things for myself. I firmly believe in the laws of motion that say that a body in motion will stay in motion and a body at rest will stay at rest (you know, unless acted on by a force which in my case is usually Spiderman being all "get it yourself, lazy") The lazy? it usually works for me. But....
I am also crazy.
Hello? Is this your first time here? I can be a loony, neurotic mess! So what am I currently obsessing about? Every year like many women, I become lax with shaving once the cold weather comes. I don't shave my legs every day. I tell myself "hey an extra layer of warmth is a good thing!" ( I also say this about extra helpings of cake) It's mostly because I allow myself to be lazy.
But every so often the crazy takes over. What if I'm in an accident? What if they have to cut off my clothes??? And see my hairy legs??? What if I DIE in my sleep? And have to be buried with stubble????

Am I the only one who worries about this?

Which one do you lean towards...the crazy....or the lazy?

Timeline of a Flu

Saturday/Sunday: Worked with sick coworker and other sickies known as "patients".

Monday: Woke up with cough but in denial. Ran errands and went to see a movie. Body aches so bad that can't get comfortable. Make and eat large quantities of Jello.

Tuesday: Looked so much like death warmed over that Spiderman called off work. Spent the entire day watching Season 3 of Weeds and eating Jello and Mrs. Grass soup. Also? Theraflu tastes like ass.

Wednesday: Did not shower or get out of bed. Smelled like a sweaty cat. Kitties agreed. Tried to eat real food in the form of a grilled cheese sandwich. Bad idea.

Thursday: Showered and went to the store to replenish supply of soup and Jello. Came home and took a much needed nap.

Friday: Woke up and felt more like a normal person. Showered. Finished Halloween costume. Started to get restless and stir crazy.

Saturday: Killed any remaining virus with large quantities of alcohol.

Today: Back to work. Only the cough remains.