HO HO hum

<I'm alone, well for awhile that is.

*TAPPING FINGERS*

I think this will be a free write type of an entry because my mind is just a jingle and a jangle of thoughts, dreams, and what if’s

I’m thinking about the big “MONSTER OF A BEAR” he is no longer, he is dead, DEAD AS A DOOR NAIL. Big Bear was bad again and once again wrestled his way into our neighbor’s cabin. The wife and children were scared chitless. The game department was notified and the homeowner was allowed to shot and protect his family and protect he did with a bullet through the big bear’s skull. According to our neighbor, the bear measured 7 ft from nose to tail.

Looks like this big,hungry bear will be hanging above their fireplace for all to gloat over.

Not me

I feel sorry for the big bear. Man has taken over his land that he most likely roamed for years and years. All he wanted was some frozen steaks for pete sakes.

It really is too bad.

I’m in an artsy frenzy working on my slide show productions and scrapbook pages. My scrapbook room is a disaster zone. I’m having a creative rush –thinking if I should take a picture of this mess up their. I was so embarrassed yesterday when the house appraiser lady asked to see the scrapbook room. Gulp! I apologized for the mess profusely, she didn’t care one bit and handed me the tape measure to measure the walls. She thought my room was just dandy.

BB and I plan on moving after we get married. I really don’t like living in this big house to many damn rooms to clean. I want a place of our own. His x wife lived here and I see bits and pieces of her in the decor. I want to start fresh. BB wants to move further out into the country. He mentioned buying some land and living in a trailer while he builds us a house.

I’m not a trailer kind of a girl??

The teenager finally accomplished the passage of right by obtaining his driving license. So watch out everyone in the Washington State area he is on the loose. He is so silly, once he was allowed to have free rein of the roadway, he was out everyday just driving around, but now he realizes the price of gas..ho ho ho Now, he sits with us every night trying to control the remote.

Baby Sister just got back from New Zealand and I’m so jealous!!! She met with a medicine women, went on a 30 mile horse back trip. Whoa is me! I’m so jealous. I miss my sister. She is getting too smart for her own pants. Now she is thinking about getting a PHD. I will soon be calling her Dr baby sis.

*sigh*

As my father once said she has the *INDIAN BRAINS* of the family.

Work, I’m really really trying to hang in there but it’s getting too much for me to get a grip on. The new RN (health service director) is planning on quitting, The weekend nurse just quit. It really is a mutiny the pirates have taken over the ship. Corporate refuses to hire people. We are down 1. activity director 2. housekeepers. 3. kitchen helpers and 5. caregivers. Our census is only 42–we have 58 beds. I have learned that complaining to the administrator doesn’t do any good at all she is in her own little world–but she assures me she will get a handle on the situation. One of my patients was left sitting in her wheel chair along side of her bed all night..the caregivers just forgot about her. It really is as bad as it seems.

It’s a nightmare!!!

The news tonight is really sad. The Toys for Tots don’t have enough toys, Northwest Harvest charity has empty food shelves, the little girl in Tillicum is still missing –just vanished. I think about all the sex offenders in her neck of the woods. Just makes my tummy turn.

No such thing as a Christmas tree anymore–apparently it’s now called a HOLIDAY TREE.

I had two of my hospice patients die last Friday. I was busy going back and forth from one wing to the next like Florence Nightengale, preparing my cocktail of Ativan and Morphine paste, turning q2hrs, positioning just so with the utmost of kid gloves, sitting down and spending time with grieving families. They have now passed through the pine trees and into the spirit realm but I still see images of them everywhere–favorite chairs, empty bed, clothes being worn by other patients now. I still feel their presence.

I cracked under pressure: here are some pics

My masterpiece