If you are a praying type, please say prayers for my online friend Evie.  She is in a battle with cancer that she is not winning.  I am praying for healing, peace and acceptance.  I am praying for her husband and children.  Cancer really sucks.

I'm feeling so lonely and out in left field lately.  I try to post on message boards and participate in IRL functions but feel like there is a sheet of plexi-glass between me and other people.  And when I hear what other people say about me to other people it just reminds me of how much I wish I were 'normal' like other people.  I get really tired and depressed because of getting called wierd all the time.  This morning my daughter was telling me that her boyfriend's Mom doesn't like me because I'm 'wierd'.  She also said she doesn't like Irish people either, so she's no prize either but again, it just highlights the fact that all I've ever wanted is to be accepted in a circle of friends.  It reminds me of how I hate having to make new friends and develop new relationships.  It takes forever for people to get to know me, and I know once they do, they say how creative and nice I am.  But that upfront and first blow of being called wierd never stops stinging.  Will I ever stop feeling the pain?

Not a real post, I just wanted to post the link to the book below.  It looks like a neat book for teaching kids and maybe some adults about Asperger's Syndrome.  My son Chase has this form of Autism for those of you that don't know. 

Maggie tagged me, so I thought I'd better do my post.

Each player lists with 8 random facts/habits about themselves

1) I find playing computer solitaire relaxing

2) I like my eggs sunny side up

3) I sleep with a comforter year round

4) I only wear white underwear.

5) I burn scented candles to help me sleep

6) I am left handed for writing only

7) I sing loudly to music in my car

8) I can't dance very well but I don't care.

Now I get to tag 5 people to list thier 8 facts/habits on thier blogs!

Hmmmm, not sure if that many people read here, lol...

Liz_A, Sean808080, Someone, Silentbill1814, swawg

George enters room fresh from waking up...sits on bed with Mama and Otis...

George:  Mama, if you had the choice to save a life or take a life what would you do?

Me:  I'd save a life.

George:  Me too, I've done it too.

Me:  When?

George:  This winter in the field, I chased a hawk away from a bird.  It had landed on it and had it's talons on it's back and I ran up and chased it.  The bird was fine and sat and cleaned it's feathers.

Me: Wow, when was this?

George: This winter.  {changes focus to Otis dog...}  OteeeeeeOh! You're all wet, you were outside weren't you?  weren't you?

sounds of feet running down wooden stairs to kitchen. 

I came home from work on Wednesday and felt like a truck ran me over.  Took a shower and dressed in sweats and could not get warm.  Took my temp and it was 102.5  Called the Dr. and they didn't have an appointment until today at 11 am.  So now I am to be out of work until the 4th and am on Cefzil.  My temp is down, I still ache all over and to add to the thrill of things I got a migraine.  I'm still feeling like sleeping, sucks to have these days off and don't want to do anything but sleep.

But Otis is keeping me company, and my son George gave me his stuffed tiger to snuggle with.  I have a great family.  Emma gave me ice chips sprinkled with tea mix, Ernie made me tea and toast and Chase gave me a big hug.  I'm definitely going to be well soon!

  Here is a very recent photo of Special Ed.  He has problems with his swallowing, so when he eats and drinks he has some of it run back out of his nose.  He is a lot smaller than his siblings.  But he is pretty perky nonetheless.  He has wool all over his face where his siblings do not.  I think it maybe that Ed has a chromosomal diversion going on. 

  This is Special Ed (right) and Bonzai (left).  Bonzai is nearly twice Ed's size.

Just a short entry here....

If you work in a nursing facility and have a change in phone number you might want to let the freaking facility know that the number they have doesn't fucking work asswipe!

Carry on wayward sons....

[ This is directed at a co-worker of mine that left with keys and I was not able to contact her because her number was out of service. Yep.  I was mad as a wet hornet.]

     I know that lately I haven't been doing very much in the way of writing on here.  Lots of pictures and stuff like that.  Thank you  very much for your compliments on my beautiful daughter.  We have been very blessed with three great kids that are healthy and for the most part good kids, lol.

At work they are doing renovations to the building.  Ripping out this, painting that and in the process moving us (nursing) to different areas of the unit.  Right now the nurses station on my floor has a nice "barricade" between the staff and what I like to refer to as "handy" residents.  I saw the 'new' style of nurses station on the other floor and there is an open window sort of thing that is wheel chair accessible.  Which is great for alert and oriented residents to come and ask questions or what have you.  Not so great for my shift where I have to chart and deal with several combative and anxious residents pleading "help me" or what have you when I need to complete charting or note orders or interpret labs.  I don't have the luxury of having activities or extra staff to divert them away.  Argh!  And my favorite saying is that I wish we all had as much time as we needed to get everything done for the residents to keep them happy.  Because we don't.    I don't like that I have to sometimes tell the residents that I'm busy or that they need to talk to someone else. And with dementia patients they don't understand that you aren't a family member or friend.  They think they are in their home, and what in the hell are you doing in it????  And if they tell you to clean all the stuff out of the hall way, then why don't you do it?  *sigh* 

     Something else that bugged me on my drive home this morning, I saw someone in a large luxury car throwing a cigarette butt out the window.  Ok, it's just a little cigarette butt.  Big deal!  I guess it's just the attitude it portrays.  That the world is just one big old trash can for him to throw shit on.  Not cool.  I don't care if you think the world is unkind to you, you don't have to be unkind back to it.  And doesn't your car come with an ashtray??  Guess not!

     I'm looking forward to my weekend off!  I get a three-day weekend because of Memorial Day.  I am looking foward to getting some more gardening done, I hope I can convince hubby to get moving on the front walkway.  Once that is done I can think about planning my perennial plantings.  There are still plants from next door to move over here, and especially the butterfly bush and trumpet vine.  I have to get a gazebo set up for the trumpet vine.  It will be a couple years before it is as nice as the one on the other house, but will be worth the effort for sure. 

I hope that everyone takes the chance to remember those individuals that made/make the sacrifice of being in the service to preserve our country's freedom and keep our laws.  Thanks Ladies and Gentlemen!!

Anyways, I'd better finish up here and get ready for bed.  Tonight is choir practice and I need to be up again at 6pm and ready to go.

SMOOCHIES!!!