Where the wild bees swarm

I love you Eddie you are my EVERYTHING Lets continue to make memories in the cabin by the river.

wanna sleep with you forever

And I wanna die in your arms

In a cabin by a meadow where the wild bees swarm

Done! Just placed my Parmesan Chicken breast into the hot oven. It’s one of my easiest and quickest fix-it dinners for Eddie. Slather the chicken breast with a mixture of mayo, garlic powder and grated parmesan cheese then roll it into Italian bread crumbs. Cook in the oven for about 20 minutes on 425 degrees Add Rice a Roni and sour dough bread for side dishes. There you have it a fabulous dinner and easy as pie to make–what a minute pie isn’t easy to make-well at least the crust is always a bitch to make.

I’m just loving all the snowboarding in the Olympics–looks like I have a very long and I mean very long way to go before I qualify for the US team.

A girl could only dream

I’m disillusioned about this whole OD community. It brings about more sadness and less joy for me. Atlast hardly ever writes entries anymore, Sky of Blue has lost her groove–I love reading her, hope she gets her groove back, Brandee and Bridget Jonesing are now favs only and I’m not invited, Plushcreep wants to bail out again. Tall Guy wrote his last entry–even after I recently bought him a 6 month subscription. Uggg! I don’t think I will ever do this kind of thing again. On the brighter side of things I’m not on anyones block list. I guess that is a good thing.

I was very excited to see two of my favorites left me notes on my guest book for my wedding website–just to let you know it really meant the world to me. Thank you.

My Southern Gentelman is in the hospital tonight. My lovely patient who brings my checks to smile everyday. The caregivers found him on the floor in the day area, a weak pulse with barely a breath. I called the Mystic Bay medics and they carefully took him away. I hate being home tonight not knowing if he is dead or alive. I suppose I could pick up the phone and call the swing shift nurse and check on his status- but I don’t have the courage to do it. Perhaps the not knowing is best for me tonight.

It’s the waiting game…

I will find out soon enough in the morning when I walk into the nursing office. I will look to the counter top by the sink and sharps containers–If there is a chart left out it will be his chart for me to break down and use for another new admit. PLEASE PLEASE DON’T DO THIS TO ME ON VALENTINES DAY.