Don't die from shock, girls. It's an update!!! You can stop nagging, I mean "reminding" me.So, I'm sitting here watching Gabriel Inglesias comedy show on comedy central (hilarious by the way) and checking out facebook and two of my very good friends start reminding me to update my blog. I'm like ALRIGHT ALRIGHT ALREADY, GEEZ. So I log on here and think DANG, I haven't blogged since Aug 28?!! Holy crap, I do need to update. So this one's for you girls!!
I spent my very first Halloween without my children. It sucks when you realize your kids no longer think you're cool. They all wanted to be somewhere else and not with me. I didn't dress up this year at all. I mean, why? I decorated my house BIG like I always do, so we get tons of kids - but I dress up for my kids to laugh at me. I was going to be - wait for it - the swine flu. I had a pig nose and wings. Naaman told me it was stupid, but I brought it to work for a costume contest. I ended up not being able to enter into the contest because we were too busy. Oh well!
My birthday sucked again. Naaman didn't do anything special for me for my day and my kids didn't either. At least they said Happy birthday, Naaman didn't even say it! He started to make me a cake but never finished it because I said I didn't like red velvet cake. How the heck was I supposed to know when he asked me what my favorite cake was and I said tiramisu and then he asked me if I liked red velvet and I said, "No, I hate red velvet cake" it was because he already MADE part of a red velvet cake. I still don't know why he chose that. I had been talking about him making me a tiramisu for A MONTH before my birthday because he said he was going to make me one. I was super excited about it. Why the heck would you promise one thing and then change it to something I have voiced my opinion on as NOT LIKING? I waited until 8pm on my birthday to see if he intended to make me something for dinner or take me out. I went to subway and got everyone subs and then went to bed. I have decided I am no longer celebrating my birthday because it is just a disappointment. I am also no longer doing something special for him because after 14 years of marriage and going all out for him and getting absolute crap in return sucks. I don't celebrate his birthday so I can get something cool too. It's about showing how grateful I am for the day he was born and how much I love him and how important he is to me. He obviously does not feel the same way that I do about birthdays. So if I can't beat him, join him.
Best work story ever since August - My favorite psych patient came in and I love her. She is hilarious crazy. It's the best way to describe it. There are variations of crazy - violent, angry, drunk, stupid, and hilarious. She is pure entertainment and I struggle not to giggle at some of the most ridiculous things that come out of her mouth. Have I ever mentioned that there is a reason I am not a psych nurse? Reason #1000 - it is impossible for me to remain professional when certain very ridiculous, silly things are being said. So I'm walking down the hallway passing the psych rooms, Cindy is in the room with Glen helping the patient get ready for admission. Glen is drawing blood, Cindy is taking inventory of her belongings. I am walking down the hallway and all of a sudden I hear this tremendous loud fart. It stops me in my tracks. I turn around and Glen is raising an eyebrow and staring at the patient. The patient says, "Well, usually I don't pass gas in front of people because I was raised to be a lady but I just couldn't wait any longer because YOU people were taking too long." I crack up laughing not just because of the ENORMOUS fart but also because this woman earlier was yelling and accusing people of trying to rob her - and not in a ladylike manner either. I barely make it down the hall and into the nurse's station and I suddenly hear an alot voice singing LOUDLY, "God bless America." It's her! Apparently after she farted, the gas she released must've hit something in that mixed up brain she has and she suddenly became patriotic and spontaneously burst into song! I just stood up straight and put my hand over my heart stuggling not to giggle. Glen comes out of the room snickering and then snaps into attention, salute and all. THEN suddenly, Dr. Allen starts singing along with her in a lovely soprano voice. It was the icing on the cake and I had to sit before I collapsed from the giggles.
Okay, enough for now. Hope to update more often.