It is gonna be painful...

FOR ME! This will be the longest 6-8 weeks of my life. Here is why:




Zach and I spent the afternoon in the ER with Sammy and his broken foot. We have been lucky so far. Sammy and I have the same "brittle bone" disease. I broke my leg at 9 months. My brother Rogie broke his at 11 months. We have had 5 broken bone free years so far. That record ended yesterday while Sammy was running at my parents house and slipped. Now, I am not sure of the real story as Sammy is into the VERY vague stage:

"Sam, what were you doing at grandma's house?"

"everything"

Yes. That explains it. Anyway, he came home limping and I gave him the general assessment. Today he was no better and it was off to x-rays for us. We were so lucky, the ER was almost empty and we were in and out in about 2 hours. He gets a soft splint for 5 days, then sees the ortho doctor. And as usual we got the parade of doctors, med student and nurses to pop into our room and ask about our bone condition and to look at the blue "whites" of our eyes. I am really pretty used to that, it happened all my life whenever Rogie or I won a trip to the ER.

I told Sam I should leave him in the hospital until he was all healed. His eyes blinked away tears and he said, "but we are suppose to live our lives together, for all of your life" awww, yes, I assured him. Forever. Goodness, can't tease that kid I guess.

There are no crutches small enough for him, so it will be the lifting team of Mom, Dad, Zach and Josh INC. for the next few days. I suggested he crawl and he just about fainted. Honestly.

So he gets home and turns into the little Emperor. Okay, I know he is suppose to be bearing no weight, but really the screams of "mommy come here, I NEED YOU!!" are making my ears bleed. It was cute the first 50 times. As if the four of us did not already wait on him hand and foot. I do know he is really hurting because he actually drank pain medicine without two of us holding him down and ALL of us wearing sticky orange Motrin. Poor baby! :(

Crutch is a cool nickname for Zach, right??

So far behind I can see my own ass...

Really, I just need to give it over now. Submit. I am a bad blogger. I have so many posts in the works, and can I FINISH ONE?? Nope. There is something that makes me nuts about clicking "new post" . I never said I was right in the head, people.

Anyway, I have so many thing to share and they are coming, just like Christmas. For right now I just have to share my favorite picture of the weekend. I take a huge number of photos and sometimes I get a great one. This one was taken at the Taste of Buffalo event downtown this weekend.



Tell me how I can not love this kid? Makes me happy and girly. Such a good big brother!

Dragging my butt to work in at 6 am. Damn sick people! They are so needy.

sigh

Cuz this makes me feel happy and I need it...

Work and a busy summer is kinda kicking my ass this week and another 13+ hr day at work looms tomorrow...starting at 5 am. It feels like I was just there! I have had some of the sickest patients as well as being bubbly and effervescent in orienting several new nurses to the unit.

This video from Where the Hell is Matt? makes me happy. Like a drug for me today. And man, do I need a fix!

Enjoy!!


Where the Hell is Matt? (2008) from Matthew Harding on Vimeo.

Blog Tagged...whatever the heck that means.

My friend Jen, who lives in Tennessee "blog tagged" me. She is lucky at this moment that she lives a good 10 hr car ride away and that gas is so expensive, or I would be down there strangling her. I mean the nerve of "forcing me to blog". The witch. I guess I hafta beat her when I go down to visit her in October. Anyway, from what I gather, I have to answer a survey, like the one she did to move on with my life. A blog type chain letter, if you will.

Here goes:

Where I was 10 years ago:
Hmmm, I had a 6 yr old and an almost 2 year old. We were getting ready to head to Disney World in the beginning of Aug. I had also just found out the my floor at the hospital had closed and started in the ICU where I am now. Was working full time nights and cried just about every day on the way home from work because I thought I was the worst nurse in the world, or quite possibly retarded. I thought I would NEVER be able to function there as an ICU nurse. Somedays I still feel like that..truth be told. But I sucked it up and stuck with it and now I am friggin' brilliant. Ohhhh yeah. Not so much.


5 things on my to do list today:
1. get Jen's shit together to send her, FINALLY.
2. make a list and grocery shop at Wegman's ( you KNOW you are jealous, Jen!).
3. order dehumidifier inserts for my hearing aid cleaner ( OH! How exciting my life is! Waahooo!)
4. call my nurse manager and tell her what days I can work next schedule.
5. retrieve my children from my 'rents house at some point tomorrow.


Snack food I like: I go through phases. Right now, edamame, almonds, my homemade guacamole with Lime tortilla chips, cucumbers with salt, and some m&ms never hurt anyone.


If I were a billionaire I would: Pay off everyone's blah, blah, blah after they kissed my feet and called me beautiful ( just kidding about the feet part), let my kids and my cousins see the world, including( but not excluding other trips) Iceland, New Zealand, Australia, Thailand and Japan. Buy one KICK ASS villa in Disney World, have my brother kidnapped and FORCED to get well. Visit Marty and Alex and tour Europe with them for a few months. Granted one wish for every person who works on my floor and each of my friends, because they mean the world to me.


Places I have lived: Holy crap, I am boring. I have lived in 4 houses my whole life..all within 25 miles of each other. Cheektowaga, NY ( x2) Elma, NY and West Seneca, NY. And ya know what? I LOVE it. I can travel and come home. Most of my family is here. My history is here. My heart is here. And I couldn't care less if that is seen as "boring". It is me.

Who I tag?? Good golly, I don't know.If you wanna follow my lead..then link me up or mail me and I will post it, if you don't blog. Jump in here people! I am drowning with lackage of blog traffic! ;-) Help a sister out!

I have sinned...it has been many days since my last post!

Holy slackage, Blogman! It has been waaaay too long since I got my butt in here and wrote something. That is not to say my life has been boring...not for a minute. I guess I just needed to pick something to write about. Reign in my adult ADD. And also It would be great to write something and not be asked to read a story, tie a shoe, pay a bill or cure the plague when I am right in the middle of a thought.

Let's see, in the last week I have been trapped in an elevator, worked many days, taken the three boys on a road trip to Ohio (over 500 miles round trip) to see family, dealt with some stressful family issues, been blog tagged ( I am getting to it Jen...I am), had a stroke at the gas pump, made several meals including our new addiction fresh guacamole, worked on hundreds of pictures and a church project in Photoshop, met up with an old friend and his wife, drank my weight in diet cherry Pepsi and I am sure many, many other things. See? I was busy.

Let's focus.

Well, let's talk about the road trip. My 91 year old great-grandmother is alive and well in rural Ohio with her husband, George. My father makes it a point to try to get there every year or more. This trip I joined him with the boys and my aunt and my mom. Sounds like quite the adventure, huh?? Then you don't know my family.

Actually it was fine, our visit was great with Nana and George. They are amazing. I should be so lucky to be active and mobile as they are now. It is just the road tripping that I am not fond of, especially when you are following my parents ( or really, my dad as navigator) and they wanna drive through all the towns of rural Ohio to get us to a main highway, turning a 3 and half hour drive into 5. GOOD GRAVY, I was going insane. And it is all my fault. I had my own concise directions, but NO...I had to follow. I was never so happy to see an entrance to the Thru-way. GOD BLESS the 90! Zach and I agree, next time we go OUR way. He is the Kermit to my Studebaker driving Fozzie Bear. Movin' right along...

The kids are great travelers, except Sammy was not really getting the hotel concept. He just wanted to go home and sleep there. Here is a tally of the trip:

Times Sammy asked to go HOME: about 500

Wrong turns that needed to be corrected: 5

Trips to Target cuz I forgot shirts for Josh: 1

Amish buggies we passed: 3

songs that my kids and I belted out together in the car: almost 1000

Of those, songs that were Fresh Prince songs: at least 6 (and I am not ashamed to admit it!)

People Sammy climbed over in the spa, no regard for personal space: 3

So the kids got to swim in the hotel pool, visit the great-great grandparents, see an Amish hardware store, visit the Smuckers outlet, eat all manner of junk including Chick-Fil-A for the first time, and sit in a car for 9 hours or so. Good times!

But, you want photo proof?
You got it!

Amish Sammy.



Nana with the Great- Great Grandsons



My 'rents with Nana and George



Me and my daddy.



Cutest Damn Fish you ever saw!



Need a cookie cutter? I know just the place!



And Axes?? Holy Moley!



What can I say?



Need more cowbells???




Smuckers!

Whew, so much more to write, but I hafta get myself beautiful for the 4th at our friend's house. hmmm, beautiful might push it. I just wanna not scare their kids. I don't have time for beautiful! ;-)