dudette10

I'm staring at the vacuum cleaner. I've been ignoring it all day, and it's about time to give it some attention (or, more precisely, give my rugs some attention).

Yes, and lest we forget, my city riots when we're celebrating...1992 Chicago Bulls championship win. What an embarrassment.

For the umpteenth time in a single week, I have said, "You're a good man" to my husband. He does all these little things for me/the household/the kids, that just reinforce that I'm really good at picking husbands. :D

At the risk of being one of those eager new grads, I would do exactly what I am doing now. I actually DID it! Cool, huh? :D

I am reading up on diabetic therapy from our nurse educator. Some of the things I was taught by my preceptor seem off to me. Because it's my name on the chart, I want to do it right. She's pleasant, willing to teach me, but her judgement just seems off, if you know what I mean. I've heard her reporting off about her patients, and her judgement on some things is called into question by the other nurses rather regularly. It makes me nervous. I don't want to put details here. Any advice?

Uh, no, but not for lack of trying. I've had about three different people try to teach me. They all gave up before I did. I guess the whiplash was too much to take.

Just got home from my shift, and I was reading a long, funny note my hubs left for me. All of a sudden, I hear a herd of thundering elephants running down the stairs. My kids and hubs were still awake! :eek: We sat at the table, and the kids told me about their day, as my husband smiled on (and looked so tired...faceplant on the kitchen table kind of tired). I loved it. :heartbeat

My first message board experience was years ago. It was a tough MB. I flounced once. I've left many a message board since then (this is the only one I actively participate on), but I don't flounce anymore. Not worth it and totally unnecessary.

Has anyone heard of the term "flounce?" It describes when someone new on a message board gets irritated with responses by members who've been around a while and then threaten to leave or take an extended break from the MB. Urban Dictionary: flounce I think I just saw a recent one at AN, although I've seen more. They are pretty funny. :lol2:

The meal at the wedding shower was excellent, so I feel a food coma coming on.

My hubs' football buddies just arrived for the preseason game. They've all been friends since they were 13 years old. The son-in-law of one of them is a doctor at my hospital. He just said to me, "[My daughter] asked if you were one of 'those nurses.'" Apparently, the SIL hates phone calls from the nurses and is a yeller. I haven't had to call him yet, but I appreciated the heads up. :lol2:

I hope you're not offended that this whole thing cracked me up! :yeah:

For two straight days, I have elicited a forced-spontaneous compliment from my husband for the sole purpose of adding to this thread. Didn't like either of his answers: "you're dedicated to your job" (yesterday) and "you roll up your sleeves and get 'er done" (about two seconds ago). I want "you're gorgeous; you're sexy; you're the best thing that has ever happened to me!" I feel sooooo unappreeeeeciated! I hope you all know I'm kidding here. :lol2:

I hate shopping. I really do. I never missed it for the nearly 10 years I was a SAHM. Unfortunately, a wedding shower tomorrow got me into Bed, Bath, & Beyond today. That store is the absolute devil. I came out of there $100 poorer, not counting the shower gifts. I just finished getting my Shark handheld vacuum charged, my new toilet paper holder placed just right, and my new microwave- and dishwasher-safe food containers for work pre-washed and put away. All this found its way into my arms as I was waiting for the free gift-wrapping. I went through check out TWICE! ETA: @onaclearday: I saw that rainstorm coming. I drove home in a southerly direction, and the damn thing followed me!

Oh, I just remembered that I did indeed wear a nursing cap at one time. A long-time friend of mine who helped raise me decided to dress me up in a candy striper outfit for Halloween when I was in kindergarten. She let me wear her nursing cap. :heartbeat