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March 31 Ahh, much better- Relevant emailHappy Friday! Well, it's the last day of March (thank God) and I'm feeling better. Actually, I got such bed fever today, I got up and managed to clean house. I hate a "sick home" and with David gone since yesterday morning, I had the house all to myself. I'm feeling much better and the only thing that was bothersome was all the dust. I got this in an email from "Dancing to Diapers" and I felt compelled to share it with you, since I was also a 911 dispatcher for 7 years . Please enjoy. Don't forget to set your clocks ahead 1 hour Saturday night for Daylight Savings Time (If this applies to you). Thanks for the good wishes....Now back to blogging. Take care!!
Life in EMS... It's late; you are sleeping well, the phone rings in the middle of the night. You quickly rush to get on your way, your help is needed. A family's house is on fire. I wish you could know what it is like to search a burning bedroom for trapped children at 3 AM, flames rolling above your head, your palms and knees burning as you crawl, the floor sagging under your weight as the kitchen below you burns. I wish you could comprehend a wife's horror at 6 in the morning as I check her husband of 40 years for a pulse and find none. I start CPR anyway, hoping to bring him back, knowing intuitively it is too late. But wanting his wife and family to know everything possible was done to try and save his life. I wish you knew the unique smell of burning insulation, the taste of soot-filled mucus, the feeling of intense heat through your turnout gear, the sound of flames crackling, the eeriness of being able to see absolutely nothing in dense smoke-sensations that I've become too familiar with. I wish you could read my mind as I respond to a building fire, is this a false alarm or a working fire? How is the building constructed? What hazards await me? Is anyone trapped? Or to call and ask what is wrong with the patient? Is it minor, or life threatening? Is the caller really in distress or is he waiting for me with a 2x4 or a gun? I wish you could be in the emergency room, as a doctor pronounces dead, the beautiful five-year old girl that I have been trying to save during the past 25 minutes, knowing she will never go on her first date or say the words, "I love you Mommy", ever again. I wish you could know the frustration I feel in the cab of the engine, ambulance, or my personal vehicle, my foot pressing down hard on the gas pedal, as you fail to yield the right-of-way at an intersection or in traffic. When you need me however, your first comment upon my arrival will be, "It took you forever to get here!" I wish you could know my thoughts as I help extricate a girl of teenage years from the remains of her automobile. What if this was my daughter, sister, my wife or a friend? What were her parents’ reactions going to be when they opened the door to find a police officer with hat in hand? I wish you could know how it feels to walk in the back door and greet my parents and family, not having the heart to tell them that I nearly did not come back from the last call. I wish you could know how it feels dispatching officers, firefighters, EMTs and Paramedics out and when we call for them and our heart drops because no one answers back. Or to hear a bone chilling 911 call of a child or wife needing assistance. I wish you could feel the hurt as people verbally and sometimes physically abuse us or belittle what I do, or as they express their attitudes of "It will never happen to me". I wish you could realize the physical, emotional and mental drain of missed meals, lost sleep and forgone social activities. In addition to all the tragedy my eyes have seen. I wish you could know the brotherhood and self-satisfaction of helping save a life or preserving someone's property, or being able to be there in time of crisis, or creating order from total chaos. I wish you could understand what it feels like to have a little boy tugging at your arm and asking, "Is my Mommy okay?” not even being able to look in his eyes without tears from your own and not knowing what to say, or to have to hold back a long time friend who watches his buddy having CPR done on him as they take him away in the ambulance. You know all along he did not have his seat belt on. A sensation that I have become too familiar with. Unless you have lived with this kind of life, you will never truly understand or appreciate who I am, we are, or what our job really means to us...I wish you could though. KEEP SENDING THIS ON. APPRECIATE AND SUPPORT THE LOCAL EMS WORKERS, 911 DISPATCHERS, FIREFIGHTERS, and LAW ENFORCEMENT OFFICERS IN YOUR AREA. ONE DAY THEY'LL PROBABLY BE SAVING YOUR PROPERTY OR YOUR OWN LIFE. WHEN YOU SEE THEM COMING WITH LIGHTS FLASHING, MOVE TO THE RIGHT QUICKLY, and THEN PRAY FOR THEM! March 30 Being sick sucks!!!Whew!
I've gotten a bug I can't get rid of. This is kickin' my butt big
time! I have been out sick from work for 2 days. I got
cabin fever yesterday and decided to come to work today, and now I'm
going to have to go home again. Apparently, this bug isn't out of
my system yet and I need to get some Ginger Ale and Saltines on my way
home. No need to explain further as you know why this menu is
necessary. I was running a fever for 2 days and I thought since
the fever had broken that I would be okay...guess not. Weenie ended up having 4 puppies-3 male & 1 female. One of the first males didn't make it (which can happen) so we have 3 puppies to raise for the next 8 weeks. She had a chocolate and tan male, a black and tan male and a black and tan female. They are sooo long and precious!!! I'm sorry for the long blog yesterday. I guess it could have been answered in just a few sentences, but I thought I would cover all the bases in one blog since I wasn't sure what the person was wanting specifically. UGH, I'm getting ready to head back home and sleep this stuff out of my system. Take care! March 29 EMT vs. Paramedic- what's the difference?I was asked in a post, yesterday, what the difference was between an EMT-Intermediate (which is the licensure I have-both NREMT-I and State of GA EMT-I ) and a Paramedic. I thought this would be a good blog topic and would like to thank Wikipedia for it's information. I have done a little editing for clarity as it pertains to my training. Here it is! An emergency medical technician (EMT) is an emergency responder trained to provide emergency medical services to the critically ill and injured. Once thought of as an "ambulance driver or attendant," the modern EMT performs many more duties than in the past, and responds to many types of emergency calls, including medical emergencies, hazardous materials exposure, childbirth, child abuse, fires, injuries, trauma and psychiatric crises. EMTs are trained in basic medical knowledge and skills. Patient treatment guidelines are described in protocols following both national guidelines and local medical policies. The goal of EMT intervention is to rapidly evaluate a patient's condition and to maintain a patient's airway, breathing and circulation by CPR and defibrillation. In addition, EMT intervention aims to control external bleeding, prevent shock, and prevent further injury or disability by immobilizing potential spinal or other bone fractures, while expediting the safe and timely transport of the patient to a hospital emergency department for definitive medical care. EMTs are certified according to their level of training. Individual states set their own standards of certification (or licensure, in some cases). All EMT training must meet the minimum requirements as set forth in the U.S. Department of Transportation's standards for the EMT-B (Emergency Medical Technician - Basic) curriculum. The National Registry of Emergency Medical Technicians (NREMT), a voluntary standards and testing body, recognizes three levels of EMT: EMT-B (Basic), EMT-I (Intermediate) and EMT-P (Paramedic). An ambulance with only EMT-Bs is considered a BLS or Basic Life Support unit whereas an ambulance with EMT-Ps is dubbed an ALS or Advanced Life Support unit. EMT-B skills include CPR, first aid, airway management, oxygen administration, spinal immobilization, bleeding control and traction splinting. EMT-I skills add IV therapy, endotracheal intubation and initial cardiac drug therapy. Both EMT-I (Intermediate) and EMT-P require something similar to a residency to attain. The state of Georgia doesn't recognize National Registry, but the course is still taught as such and takes at least 1 year of education and residency. EMT- Intermediates are taught more skills. This includes the standard NREMT-B Skills, although adds several more advanced skills, termed Extended Life Support. These skills include the use of Anti-Shock trousers, IV fluids and establishing IVs in Medical and Trauma situations, Pharmacology to administer 1:1000 Epi and EpiPen in Anaphylaxis, Nitroglycerine in Chest Pain, Activated Charcoal in Poisonings, Metered Dose Inhalers, and Nebulized Albuterol and other nebulizer medications, and finally Glucose testing and Administration of Oral and IV Dextrose to bring blood sugar up. EMTs are also trained in use of the PTL and CombiTube advanced airway adjuncts, and the activation of Aeromedical Assets. Medical Direction Regardless of their level of training, an EMT's actions in the field are governed by state Regulations, local regulations, and by the policies of their EMS organization. The development of these rules is guided by a physician, often with the advice of a medical advisory committee. A physician acting in direct supervision of an EMT program is referred to as a Medical Director and the supervision provided is referred to as Medical Direction.
Paramedics (EMT-Ps) receive more advanced education( 18 months -2
years) and training, including instruction on pharmacology and the
administration of lifesaving drugs; the technique of inserting a
breathing tube into a person's lungs as in intubation; and even
surgical techniques such as sticking a hollow needle directly into the
trachea (cricothyrotomy) or the chest when necessary to save a life.
The use of these invasive skills is governed by complex protocols
intended to maximize the life-saving value of bringing these skills to
the patient in the field while minimizing the risk of errors or
additional injury to patients. As an EMT-Intermediate, I have to have at least 40 hours of recertification training every 2 years. This includes in-service trainings, additional class time, etc. Also, depending on the area, the pay for EMT-I's is slightly lower than that of a Paramedic, due to the services the Paramedic can provide as well as the additional education. I hope this helps answer some questions. Maybe you can go get to know some of the EMS personnel in your area. It really helps to know someone in that position in times of crisis. Take care!! March 28 Blast from the past, etc.Ever had a blast from the past? When I was 17, I had a crush. My first real crush with a guy who was 4 years older than me. He was so sweet and kind, but I knew it was just a crush. After a short period of time, my crush ended and not badly. LOL Fast forward 18 years. Last night I was watching $40 A Day on the Food Network when they were actually in the city where I spent most of my life. My parents still live there and I consider it home even after being gone 15 years. I'd heard about a restaurant there and knew that it was owned by my old crush. Oh, how I died when not only did they go to THAT restaurant, but the SHOWED my old crush. All I can say is that time has not been kind to him. LMFAO!!! I was just shocked at how much he'd changed!!!!! Oh well, I think I may have to stop in and have a meal when I'm back that way again. The food looked good and got rave reviews so I'd be willing to try it. One thing that won't hurt is the fact that I hope he DOESN'T recognize me. LOL
I'm home sick today. I've been feeling tired and weak for a few days and the tummy has refused food. So I did what I rarely ever do and that's call in sick. I've been sleeping most of the day. Hope I'm better soon.
Our mini-dachshund is having her puppies today. So far she's had 2 and only 1 has made it, but it's still early. Good luck Weenie!
Thanks for the awesome messages on yesterday's blog. I don't know if it was conveyed in the blog, but I was the outsider and although I wanted to be accepted, I wasn't, not really. I did learn, though, who my friends were and were not. I also learned that it was okay to be different even though I wasn't TOO different. Y'all ROCK!!!! Way to be outside the box!
Take care! March 27 ExclusivityGood
Monday! I want to be a little thought provoking today and discuss
exclusivity. We are all judged according to another person's or
another group's standards. In high school, we had cliques and, of
course, I wasn't in one. Yes, I wanted to be with the popular
clique, but then again, who didn't, deep down. I went to an
all-girls school so the cliques were rampant! I had friends that
had friends in different cliques, but not me. I ended up having
just a handfull of "friends". Because of my weight,
I've never fit in and it bothered me. It wasn't until more than
20 years later that I found out that I couldn't control how my body
worked. (Ahh the joys of PCOS.) When I went to college, I went through Rush for a sorority. I did it because I was trying to become accepted socially. All the girls in my high school (remember-all-girls school) were in a sorority and went on to become well-bred women. When I went through rush in the small college I attended, there were only 4 sororities. After the second round, I was cut by 2 and then after the third round, I was cut by the last 2. I was crushed as it had meant so much to me. I transferred to another larger school the following semester and went through a winter rush for a sorority and at my own surprise, I was given a bid. I had gotten to pledge a sorority and had been accepted. I did everything I was told (as mindless as that seems now) and I was the "uber pledge" as I did everything for my sorority and attended EVERY function. I thought, here I am about to join and become a full fledged member of my sorority. I couldn't contain my pride. However, some of the "sisters" decided they didn't like me for one reason or another. There were a few cliques in there that were very picky. They sabotaged SEVERAL pledges by lying or manipulating the truth on a few incidents and most of the pledges were kicked out. I was included. I was an innocent bystander to a sister's indescretion but I got the boot anyway. Supposedly they did this in secret and came to tell me later. I was heartbroken and angry. I hadn't done ANYTHING wrong but I was finished anyway. That following semester, they did the same thing to my best friend and the chapter was actually taken away by the National Organization. The sorority is no longer on campus. Revenge may be sweet, and I did manage to pickup some of the pieces of my dignity. I went on to join a service sorority and had a blast. I still remember going from pledge to member. Besides being accepted by women/girls, we also have a need to be accepted by our peers and by men in the workplace. I know that the law enforcement "good ole boy network" is a hard "nut" to crack (yes, I intended the pun). I never quite felt accepted there even though I did all I could to help out and do my job to the best of my ability. In my job now, I haven't seen it so much and I'm happy about that. It started when we were young and continues to happen all the time everywhere until you die. David has taught me that it doesn't matter what other people think and that has made all the difference. My question to you is, at what point does it end? Remember trying to look good for those class reunions? Can't we all be more accepting of others? Just curious. Take care! March 24 Unique blog that causes fits of laughterAs
my blog has been a little depressing lately, I have decided to do
something I've never done! I got this in an email from work
yesterday and I couldn't stop laughing. If you've read it before,
read it again and be glad it's not you. If you haven't, might I
suggest you use the toilet before reading so as not to soil
yourself. PLEASE enjoy and I'll post again later. MY NIGHT For the Ladies: Read This Where You Can Laugh Out Loud - this is definitely laugh out loud funny. All hair removal methods have tricked many of us with their promises of easy, painless removal - The Epilady, scissors, razors, Nair and now...COLD WAX My night began as any other normal weekday night. Fix dinner, clean up dinner, chatted with the hubby, played with the kids. I then had the thought that would ring painfully in my mind for the next few hours: Maybe I should take some time for myself hubby's home he can tend to the kids and I can get the wax out of the medicine cabinet and pamper myself. I've been waiting to try this new WAX method..........Supposed to give you a baby smooth appearance......... So I headed to the site of my demise; the bathroom. It was one of those cold wax kits. No melting a clump of hot wax, you just rub the strips together in your hand and then they get warm and you peel them apart press it to your leg (or wherever else) and hair comes right off. No muss, no fuss. How hard can it be? I am mechanically inclined enough that I can figure it out. YA THINK ??? So I pull one of the thin strips out. It's two strips facing each other stuck together. Instead of rubbing them together I get the bright idea use the hair dryer and heat it to 1000 degrees. Cold wax my rear end (Oh how this phrase haunts me!) I lay the strip across my thigh. Hold the skin around it tight and pull. OK, so it wasn't the best feeling, but it wasn't too bad. I can do this! I AM WOMAN - I CAN DO THIS................ Hair removal no longer eludes me! I am She-ra, fighter of all wayward body hair and smooth skin extraordinaire. With my next wax strip I move north. After checking on the kids and hubby, I sneak back into the bathroom, for the ultimate hair fighting championship. drop my panties and place one foot on the toilet, hold my boobs back so I can see down there, with my free arm. Using my other free hand I used the same procedure by applying the strip across the right side of bikini line, covering the right half of my hoo ha and stretching down to the inside of my butt cheek. Me being short - it wasn't a long strip - thank-god!!!!!! I inhale deeply and brace myself. RRRRIIIPPP!!!! I'm blind!!! Blinded from pain!!!!.... OH MY GOD!!!!!!!!! What the hell have I done - I think I just ripped everything out down there - I bet I even have a toe-nail or two........ Vision returning, I notice that I've only managed to pull off half of the strip. SHIT!!! Another deep breath and RRIIPP. Everything is swirly and spotted. Do I hear crashing drums??? OK, back to normal. I want to see my trophy - A wax covered strip with my hairy pelt, that has caused me so much pain, sticking to it. I want to revel in the glory that is my triumph over body hair. I hold up the strip! There's no hair on it. Where is the hair? WHERE IS THE WAX??? Slowly I ease my head down - still holding boobs so I can see, foot still perched on the toilet. I see the hair...The hair that should be on the strip. I touch. I am touching wax. SHIT! I run my fingers over the most sensitive part of my body, which is now covered in cold wax and matted hair. Then I make the next BIG mistake...................remember my foot is still perched on the toilet. I know I need to do something. So I put my foot down. DAMN!!!!!!!! NOW WHAT HAVE I DONE????? YOU GOT IT -- Vagina? Sealed shut. Butt?? Sealed shut. I penguin walk around the bathroom trying to figure out what to do and think to myself "Please don't let me get the urge to poop................ Hot water!! Hot water melts wax!! I'll run the hottest water I can stand into the bathtub, get in, immerse the wax covered bits and the wax should melt and I can gently wipe it off right??? *WRONG!!!!!!!* I get in the tub - the water is slightly hotter than that used to sterilize surgical equipment - I sit. Now, the only thing worse that having your goodies glued together is having them glued together and then glued to the bottom of the tub. In scalding hot water. Which, by the way, doesn't melt cold wax. So now I am stuck to the bottom of the tub!! Thank goodness I took the cordless phone with me in the bathroom!!!!! I call my best friend/sister-in-law knowing she's waxed before and has some secret of how to get me undone. Now this is good - It's YEAH - it's a very good conversation starter "So how ya doing? WELL funny reason I'm callin ya, my butt and who-ha are stuck to the bottom of the tub!" There is a slight pause. She doesn't have a secret trick but does try to hide her laughter from me. She wants to know exactly where the wax is located on bottom. "Are we talking cheeks, hole or what?" She's laughing out loud by now...I can hear her. I give her the rundown and she suggests I call the number on the side of the box. YEAH RIGHT!!!!! THEN -- I should be the joke of someone else's night while we go through various solutions. I DON'T THINK SO.............. I am thinking I am going to have to resort to scraping the wax off with a razor. Nothing feels better then to have your girlie goodies covered in hot wax, glued shut, stuck to the tub in super hot water and then dry shaving the sticky wax off!! By now the brain is not working, dignity has taken a major hike and I slip into glazed donut land. My sister-in-law is still talking with me and my hand reaches towards the saving grace....the lotion they give you to remove the excess wax. NOW I may be onto something - maybe - just maybe this will work................What do I really have to lose at this point. I rub some on and OH MY GOD!!!!!!! The scream probably woke the kids, alerted my hubby that something was awry, scared the dickens out of my sister-in-law, but at this point I really didn't care. "IT WORKS!! It works!! I get a hearty congratulation from my sis and she hangs up. I hear my hubby outside the bathroom door - Honey everything okay in there? OH Yeah -- fine - fine - I'm fine - I'll be out in a few minutes. I successfully remove the remainder of the wax and then notice to my grief and despair....................THE HAIR IS STILL THERE............ALL OF IT!!!!!!!!!!!!!!. So I shaved it off ALL OF IT - IT HAS TO GO............... Heck, I'm numb at this point. BY this time I'm feelin lucky - I think I'm going to try coloring my hair next...... All I can say is Thank GOD I've never done this and don't ever plan to. The idea of ripping wax from the skin is okay for the eyebrow area, but NOWHERE else!!!! Take care! March 23 Chicken Run!!!For
the last week or so, while I've been driving to work, I've been seeing
something a little alarming. Chicken-suicide. Even in the
larger city, where I work, I'm seeing dead white chickens on the side
of the road. Yes, there are tractor trailers that have been
carrying live chickens from the poultry farms to the slaughter, but
they are in small cages with no doors. If there aren't any
accidents, how are these chickens getting out? Maybe it's a
chicken conspiracy or else friends of the chickens have come out to
wave good by and are getting hit by cars. I'd say that in a one
day trip of 42 miles one way, I pass about 10-15 dead chickens
scattered along the way. Where are they coming from and where are
they going? LOL This just reminded me of Chicken Run or
Prison Break. Take Care! March 22 A birthday gift with a revelationWhen
the late John Denver used to sing, "Thank God I'm a country boy!"
he was singing about my husband. This isn't a knock on David
because he's said it himself, many times. David's birthday is in
a few months and I have been trying to decide what to get him. I
think I've finally found the perfect gift for him. I have 2
guitars, one is a candy apple red Epiphone electric that I bought for
200 dollars 20 years ago. It looks like a blues
guitar. I also have a small acoustic guitar that I got for
Christmas when I was 10 so it's 25 years old. I've never sold
them, but I'm thinking about selling them now and getting David a nice
acousic guitar with the natural wood finish. He's been talking
about wanting to learn the guitar since we first started dating.
His grandfather played the "fiddle" and David's dad played
guitar. They even had a little band back in the 70's.
Nothing fancy, just a few guys getting together to play. I think
this would be a perfect present to get David so that he could finally
learn how to play. I took lessons a few times but never really
got very good. Kinda like when I tried to play the piano.
The only thing I was ever any good was on the flute and my voice.
I'd like to learn how to do a lot of things since my family's highly
creative, artistic, musical and funny. Maybe this will inspire me
to play again. Now all I have to do is find a guitar.
LOL In this small town, we don't have any pawn shops or music
stores. I just need to find one. Any suggestions? I thought about yesterday's blog and decided that I'm going to have to do something creative to be able to enhance the piddly life I have. So... I'm trying to write a book, figure out how to do some sculpting and art, and make music. One way or another I AM going to do something. I know everyone wants to make their mark on this world, as do I. I guess I just want to know that when it's my time, that more than 2 people show up for the funeral and that maybe someone will actually remember me. LOL Take care! March 21 This sucks big time!I
had a post here earlier, but I've come back to edit it, well...delete
it. I don't need to be taking out my frustrations of these women
in this forum. So, if ya read my earlier post... I do
apologize. I realized, this weekend, that I really don't have that much of an interesting life. I get up when it's still dark outside, get dressed, drive 42 miles to work (in traffic which = 45-50 minutes). I'm here by 7:45-7:55am, and I sit at a desk and cater to drug addicts and when I get a chance, I answer phones, do data entry, create charts, fax, type, run reports, make forms, etc. Then at 4:30pm I close up and go home. I'm home by about 5:45pm or so, I eat dinner, chat with spouse, watch tv, get a shower and hit the bed which is usually between 11pm and midnight. I do this Monday thru Friday. My life has NO excitement. I live in Armpit U.S.A. where NOTHING happens, and there is NOTHING to do there. I tried to get David to move somewhere else, but for an old fart, he's pretty much set in his ways. BTW, I started hounding him about 6 years ago, but even then he was an old fart set in his ways and he was only 35 then. On an excitement scale, he ranks right up there with Monterey Jack cheese. At least his job has some excitement so I can see why he has his thrill needs met at least every 3rd day. LOL I'll shut up and quit gripeing. UPDATE: I just found out that the girl, "Jane", that I told you about who came in here last week that was pregnant with twins. She had a miscarriage. She was about 2 months along. Although I feel bad for the babies, I don't really feel sorry for the mother at all. You CAN'T do cocaine all the time while pregnant and expect the baby to come out healthy, much less twins!!!!! I can't find sympathy for the mother. She's a clueless idiot who didn't need anymore children. Take care! March 20 Training DayFor those of you who were interested, the training went fine. It was all about customer service and how to handle difficult clients as well as difficult co-workers. I have to admit that I'm not perfect and can be difficult as well, but I plan on changing my ways. LOL Maybe... LOL I'm not really difficult, I'm just the type of person who wants everything done and in its place in a timely manner. It was awkward today because also in the training were my supervisor and her supervisor. It was a little uncomfortable for me and I didn't feel that I could say some things that I could have been able to say had they not been there. Aahhh well, life's a crap shoot. LOL It's back to the daily grind tomorrow, so we'll see. Take care!
March 19 Totally bored and no way out.I had to work EMS today to stand by at a motorcycle Enduro. Talk about boring! It was like watching paint dry. I have to say that the people there are the cream of the crop when it comes to nasty rednecks. Hard to believe there were people there from New Jersey, New Hampshire, Illinois, Texas, etc. This was a national event. All we did was sit in the ambulance for 9 hours with limited amount of walking around time. There were some deputies working there that I've known for years so we got to chat for a while. We didn't have any patients so it was even more boring!
I'm off to a training class all day tomorrow. I was told that I had to go to this thing on Friday afternoon. I'm not happy about it at all, but at least I can get out of the office for a while. Besides, everything I have to purchase for the training is a tax write off. I'll be checking blogs tomorrow morning and tomorrow evening. Take care! March 17 Happy St. Patrick's DayI had to find the greenest green to do today's blog. HAPPY ST. PATRICK'S DAY!!!!!!!! I love being able to celebrate my heritage. Go drink your green beer, eat corned beef and cabbage, and Erin Go Bragh!!!!! I have been asked this week how I handle the B.S. and unfairness that happens where I work. All I can say is that I do what I have to do. I become very infuriated with those who use while they're pregnant, and I get so angry that these women who don't have a pot to piss in, can have children left and right. I do feel sorry for the children because their mothers are selfish, self-involved addicts with no sense. I do feel blessed though. I'm blessed in other ways. I'm happily married. I own my own home and land. I have a job and freedom to do what I want. I'm not under restrictions, & don't have legal problems. I don't have to worry about when or if I'm going to see my kids again, I don't have rules to live under that are different from others. I've also been blessed with true friends. I may not have many friends that I'm close to, but I do have them nonetheless. I also have all of you who read this blog daily. You are my blog friends and I'm blessed to have you. Happy St. Paddy's Day and don't worry about me because I've been blessed. Take care!!! March 16 Life is not like the moviesSurvivor
is going to be off the air until March 30th. Last night's "recap"
episode sucked! I was pissed I had wasted an hour of my
time. I went and bought a few movies yesterday. I got
Harry Potter and the Goblet of Fire and Walk the Line. David and
I went to see Harry Potter at the theater for our anniversary plus I
have all the books and the other 3 movies so why not get the 4th.
That movie just has extra special meaning for me. I haven't seen
Walk the Line yet. I like Reese Witherspoon and my mom, bless
her, said the movie was great. SO, I just had to get it. The slacker is out of work, AGAIN!!! Make this day 3! The uppity PM is here. I got so pissed at her and the Ops Mgr yesterday that I nearly quit. Seems I'm the one they shirk all the crappy work on. Neither one do a damn thing here, but the work gets done because I'm the "underling" and they just pass the buck to me. I guess that's everywhere though. It just sucks that I do more than the 2 of them combined not to mention slacker! So I do the work of 3 people and get paid the least of everyone. Talk about being taken advantage of... this sucks! Obviously, my comments about the pregnant addict hit a nerve with all of you. Imagine how I feel having to look at her smug ass every day. Kinda lets you know that I would love to jump the counter desk and beat the crap out of her. Ahhh well....I agree about mandatory sterilization but I wouldn't give these "ho's" a dime. Their already on food stamps and medicaid so they don't pay for shit. I just feel sorry for the kids. We have a new client today, "Audrey". This is just a trip for me to watch. Audrey has a 4 year degree and is an RN, but she started stealing prescriptions for "downers" and obviously lost her job. Actually, it would surprise me if she EVER worked as a nurse again. Not to mention the fact that she's an addict. She comes in here, talks really really slow (think slow motion) and she is stoned out of her head. First off she's a complete idiot, degree or not, because she's burned all of her brain cells. She thinks and acts like a 10 year old but she's just slow talking and slow moving. It's hilarious to me because I keep thinking that she's on the verge of falling asleep or is sleepwalking. Audrey is also 7 months pregnant. Oh the joys of working in addiction recovery. I always wondered if I had become a drug addict, could I get pregnant? Seems that the ones who are good and don't get into the drugs, have trouble having babies, but the ones who are stoned, broke and can't raise or feed a child (much less 3 or 4 children) always manage to have large litters of kids. Like David says, "Well, we have children. What do you think our high taxes pay for?" Pisses me off. Take care!!! March 15 Cartoons and a pissed off author.I
was driving home yesterday and the radio station I listen to was
talking about cartoons. I hadn't really thought much about
cartoons except during Halloween when the Boomerang network airs their
Scooby-Doo marathon. I began trying to remember all the cartoons
I used to like as a child. Scooby-Doo was my first
favorite. I liked Speed Racer, Captain Caveman, all of the
Laff-o-lympics stuff, & Smurfs but my most favorite after
Scooby-Doo was Schmoo. Yes, Schmoo! He was a white blob
with whiskers who could change into different forms and shapes.
Schmoo and the gang would solve mysteries which I found
entertaining. I guess Schmoo kind of deep rooted itself
into my psyche as I now LOOK very much like Schmoo.
Actually, Schmoo is a great word anyway and is one of my favorites.
LOL Some of the cartoons on now are stupid and are not very entertaining and therefore don't get a review from me. lol Besides, I'd rather sleep in on Saturdays if I can. Saturday mornings used to have the BEST line up of cartoon shows that were entertaining. The shows they air now on Saturday mornings is crap!!!! I occasionally get awakened on Saturday mornings when David goes to work so I'll turn on the tv and flip the channels. Since there's nothing good on, I go back to sleep  I have a short rant for today. I got very angry at a former client, but I'm proud of myself for just keeping quiet. This client, I'll call Jane, came to our Unit last September. She left AMA (Against Medical Advice) in December just before Christmas. At that time, Jane, had already lost custody of her 2 children and her 3 week old baby had just gone to another town to live with Jane's aunt who wanted to adopt the baby. Staff here bent over backwards for Jane so that she could get her newborn back to stay with her in our residential program. It was obvious to the other clients that Jane was being shown favoritism and they were very upset about that. Everyone knew that the staff were going out of their way to help Jane. Well, Jane left AMA in December because she couldn't get HER way! So, <sigh> bye bye Jane. Fast forward to yesterday. Jane shows up and wants to come back into treatment. She's back to using drugs (typical) and is NOW pregnant with twins! Okay, I understand that this shouldn't bother me, but it does. Here's this (let's be honest) low-life who can't keep her knees together, keeps getting pregnant and is still USING!!! WTF! 
I understand that I have no control over this idiot, but I'm just very
pissed off about this situation. It's like spoiled little rich
girl on drugs!  I'm through venting. Take care!March 14 She works hard for the moneyWhat
was the worst job you had? I've had many jobs and worked for some
real buttheads, but I can think of 2 jobs that are the worst. I
worked for Holiday Inn as a housekeeper during college football
season. It was the worst job ever. I did it for 2 months
and believe me, that's long enough! I got so tired of picking up
after other people! I was in telemarketing for about 4 months. I did it part-time so I could get some extra money to move into an apartment. That's the worst job on anyone's list, I don't care who you are! I had the same reaction on the receiving end of these calls. I've been called more names than can be counted! We tried to liven things up around there by finding the strangest names. We had celebrity names (though not the same people) and I got Chevy Chase one time. I also had the most hilarious name ever! I swear, I had to call Mr. and Mrs. Papschmear!! Think about it for a minute..... LOL I nearly died laughing while trying to dial. There were some folks who were really really nice and just wanted someone to talk to, so I obliged. I hated that job though. As far as other past jobs are concerned, I've been a lifeguard (2 yrs.), Camp counselor, shipping and receiving clerk, secretary, Radio Announcer, waitress, 911 dispatcher, Detention Officer (jailer), Communications Officer, and now Admissions clerk/office manager for the Treatment facility AND part time EMT. Well, there's a little bit of info about me today. It's about 64 degrees and sunny today. Take care!! March 13 Manic MondayI
finally got everything finished yesterday and never managed to get that
elusive nap. I'm still hangin' in there though. I made it
to work early today and I've been slacking all day. Slugs on
speed have more energy than I do right now. It's been a hell of a
weekend. I finally got my car (the Great Escape) washed. It
was 84 degrees yesterday so I took advantage of the heat. I even
cleaned out the inside and the car looks and smells like a new
car. The only difference that's noticeable is that the Escape is
usually dirty on the outside. I'm so anal when it comes to having
a clean car on the inside. I love a clean car! The horse's ass I normally work with came in late again today. This is the same one that made so many long distance calls to Miami and has never ventured to pay for them. She's always thought she was better than anyone else. She came in this morning with a huge chip on her shoulder. She stayed until 11:30am and decided she "had a headache" and was going home. That's her same old shit excuse every other week. That or "I just don't feel well". Last time she had a "headache" she was out 2 days. I would feel sorry for her, but she is so full of crap! She's not sick, she'd rather go home and hang out there or meet up with her "unemployed friends" and go shopping. Look, the woman stays on the phone ALL the time she's here and talks to her friends. She's so loud that it sounds like she has a bullhorn superglued to her mouth. I see and here it all from where I sit in the office. I also know that she is VERY behind on her work and doesn't seem to care. Nor does she care that her supervisors are hounding her for the work. LOL Now if they would just fire her!!! LOL I think I'm just going to be a slacker today. I've done all my work, and I'm ready to go home, but I've got to wait until quittin' time. Hey! At least I DID get MY work done! I think I'll do some blogwalking today. Take care!! March 12 Hunk' a burnin' LoveI would have posted an entry yesterday but I had to go to an impromptu family reunion. My birthmother's apartment burned up Friday afternoon and my older brother called me yesterday morning to tell me. He was already on the road headed over from North Carolina. My birthmom is fine, but she lost both of her pet birds. I think they were Macaws or something like that. She also lost most of her belongings with the exception of the paintings she's done, some dishes and some clothes. My brothers and I spent the day helping her clean up and move into a new apartment. She seems to still be in shock and is trying to get some normalicy in her life again. The company that owns the complex is giving her some new furniture and other folks were stopping by to offer more donations from clothes to a big screen tv.
It was a 4 hour driving trip but I felt that I had to do it. Funny, isn't it? I find that this woman was the one who gave me up and was never there for me through all of my years, and since I found her, I feel compelled to help out in times of trouble. David and I believe it's inherent to my nature to help everyone.
I've still got so much to do here at home since I've lost a day. I'm off to go wash the car, then it's time for a nap. Take care! March 10 Moving into a few cool MillionI've
been so busy today cleaning out another office and moving
furniture. I have been working like a dog today! I'm
doing fine, (in case you were wondering<ahem Jess>) My words of wisdom today are few since the other half of my brain has been working overtime. But I'll leave you with this question.... You win the Mega Millions lottery for $ 212 million. After taxes, grrr, you take home $106 Million. What do you do with the money you've won? I know that I would donate a few million to my church, give 5 million to all of my family- in-laws-$5mil My parents-$5mil Niece-$5mil (in trust so greedy sister can't touch it) etc. I would invest 53 million and let the interest build. I would also build us a new home, go on a few trips, get a few new cars for the family, and a few other things. So what would YOU do??? A sincere thanks to all of my blogland devotees. If I knew where to send it, I would send each of you a few mil too. Take care! March 09 Pay it ForwardI
posted an entry today about someone taking a comment I made and skewing
it to their own blog and discussion without asking my permission
first. I then deleted the entry and I've decided that some people
in this world are just low down. It frustrates me,
sometimes, that people are allowed the opportunity to do what they want
even if it includes hurting or disrespecting others. In
today's society, there are the criminals and non criminals, but let's
break it down further. There are also those people who may be non
criminals, but they are just criminals who never got caught or think
they are just too slick. I used to laugh at the phrase, "Can't we all just get along?", but now... I think people need to try to be nicer to each other and try a little kindness. I'm not perfect, but I try not to go pi$$ing people off either. I think if people would try to just be nice, courteous or even just respectful to one another, each person would then, in turn, be nice to others as well. If only kindness could spread as fast as those junk email forwards we're always getting. This world isn't perfect, but it could be if we all just tried to be a little nicer to one another. So here's my worthless 2 cents today. Take care! March 08 Reality BitesImagine
you are able to be in a reality show. You have a choice between
the Amazing Race, Survivor, The Bachelor/Bachelorette, or Big
Brother. Which one would you choose? I've often wondered
which show I would rather be on, were I chosen. I think it would
be a toss up between Survivor and Amazing Race. Survivor would be
a great way to lose weight (ha ha), and see a tropical location.
The challenges are awesome and I think it would be awesome to spend
time on a beach without family responsibility. However, I
think the Amazing Race is more suited for me. I LOVE to
travel!! The tasks aren't too bad and I would be able to face a
few fears. Besides the fact that Phil Keogan is extremely
adorable and Jeff Probst is too smug for my tastes. I think it
would be awesome to just race other people. Now, in many aspects,
I wouldn't be a dirty player, but were I on Survivor, I would probably
be somewhat of a dirty player. What show would you be
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