Oregon Coast

Hello from Oregon coast- here are some of our pics from our visit here- having a great time! Weather is beautiful!!..today......Had a great time with Kat and Eric and enjoyed seeing Seth again. Saw whales today on the boating tour- Josie was scared shitless! Have a beautiful condo on the beach- 174 steps to get to the beach. Shot off a few illegal fireworks- about caught the house on fire but all is good!!!

New Park- Fun fun

Took the little ones last week to the new Harborside Park in downtown Bremerton. What a fabulous little park! And I love that they allow the kids to play in the water and the fountain- makes it very memorable for the kids and just look how much fun they are having!!!!

PARTY PARTY

The following day of Bridget's graduation we had a big grad party. Lots of friends, family, and craziness. Food, drink, lots of laughter (haven't laughed so hard in ages), Good times...good times..

Graduation

She did it!! My little girl graduated! Exactly 20 years ago - I graduated from the same high school. Time flies. She looked so grown up in her heels and gown. Can hardly believe how fast time has flown by!!! Had lots of family show up and my dad and Claudia suffered with a grueling trip from Friday Harbor (sorry bout the lack of beer at the dome daddyo). My dad, Claudia, and I sat in the nosebleed section- was dizzyingly high up there! Cannot believe how many people packed the dome for graduation. Decked out my car with paint to celebrate my little girl!!!! What a proud mommy I am!!!

My Beautiful Princess!!!!

Here are pictures of my beautiful 18 yo daughter on prom night. I cannot believe she is a senior and graduating from the same high school that I went to just yesterday!! After graduation she plans to attend Whatcom Community College in Bellingham and then transfer to WWU- her Aunt Bee's alma mater (she adores her Aunt Bee).

So I will be gathering together a hope chest filled with supplies for her own apartment....her own apartment...OMIGOD!! My heart hurts..I am serious..when I think of my little girl as a grown up on her own with her own apartment and on her own in this harsh world where things can hurt her it literally hurts my heart, the thought of the dangers she could face gives me great anxiety and fills me with fear. How will I protect her??? In fact just writing this makes me want to cry. I dont know how parents deal with it- how do they let go? I am such a blubbery baby.

But look how gorgeous she is..........

Mountain Biking

I can't quite explain what it is like (for those of you who don't ride). When mountain biking, you simply cannot think of anything else- you have to think of the next turn- how do I take it..wide..tight?? Crap there is a root- lift up the front, push down on the bars and lift the back wheel over it- shit!!! I wasn't expecting that drop- sit back or endo and die...Listen....Listen to the wildlife- feel the breeze as you whip down the hill- you feel as if you are flying- nothing feels so invigorating. You feel rebellious as you grunt through the big muddy ass puddle and feel the mud fly all over your face like when you made mud pies as a child. DAMN--you bite it-- but the first thing you do is check your bike- then your body--just a little blood- everything still moves- good thing I know some good orthopedic surgeons..... Get up...do it again.......AWWW nothing like mountain biking.....

My accident prone little man

Another trip to the doctors office to see Dr. VanBuecken (orthopedics) this morning for yet another playground accident.
Diagnosis: Distal clavicle fracture- nondisplaced
Treatment: Sling for 3 weeks.
Prognosis: Excellent
Patient teaching: Quit running on the playground!!! Or at least pick up your feet!!!!!

Took my last final yesterday- survived my first year at PLU with a 3.95 gpa. Just taking a few online classes this summer- art and anthropology at local community college. University of Chester or Olympic Community College- who by the way is striving to charge university prices- HOLY CRAP!!!! Cost about $868 for two online summer classes- not including textbooks- whew.....
OUt to work in the yard--- BBQ tomorrow!!!!

Duh

Forgot I had a blog- took me an hour to figure out what my password was. Had to catch up on the Monkey rants on his plans to capture bike mileage. (Goals are good honey :) ). I dont really have anything to say- just that I am still alive- haven't gotten kicked outta nursing school yet- give me a few days..like when I get my dosage calculations score back.....
P. S. remind me to write about the therapist at the Mental Hospital where I am doing my clinical rotation who fears we will become too friendly and nice with the mentally ill criminal offenders such as the mentally ill murderers and rapists and give them our address and phone numbers when they get out- invite them for drinks etc. Maybe offer them a small child..Anyway that is a sick other story.

Going to get back to work now...(yes..I am at work...yes..I am bored.)

My day at the hospital

So, the year 2007 is starting off interesting....Last night (Jan. 1) Mike had a bit too much....I mean a sloshing of wine and was a bit lit.....I mean quite lit...Not a pretty site...
Now..beings as how today is the national day of mourning for President Ford, Mike had the day off so we decided to go recliner shopping- desperately need to replace the stinky broken green thing that Josie calls her own that has been stained and tainted by pretty much every bodily fluid of human and animal alike, all four food groups on numerous occasions including bubble gum and many designs from the children using permanent marker...So we were at our fourth and last furniture store when we got the dreaded phone call from School....The voicemail message when like this..."Hi Mrs. Wellborn, this is Carrie from Sunnyslope. Mason has had an accident on the playground and has a head injury and a bad laceration on his forehead that is going to require stitches. Please call back as soon as possible, I will try your work phone at Harrison Home health."
SHIT!!!!!! (no she didnt say that, that was me) So we left JcPenney like a bat outta hell. I called the school back and Carrie answered. I asked to speak with the nurse, Carrie said she would transfer me back but the nurse couldnt pick up because she had blood all over her hands. SHIT (again) Now my heart is pumping- kinda feel all heart attacky.....So I talk with the nurse who tells me that nothing rattles her cages because she is a nurse- but this is rattling her cage. FUCK!!!! Forget the shit- so I am now a little freaked. I can handle any patient injury and wound but not myself or my own children......
Well, spent 4 hours at Harrison ER- decided that this was not a case for the urgent care- didnt know Mason's neuro status---- (upon arrival at the school, Mason was in a little state of shock)---My poor little baby. So a 2+ inch laceration on his forehead and the depth was all the way down to scalp as in cranium as in bone- yup is was visible alright. Kinda looked like a little mouth on this forehead especially when he wiggled his eye brows... Mason was a trooper and did fabulously- in fact- the only part that hurt was taking the butterfly bandages off his laceration that the school nurse had put on his head. WOW that baby was deep. The physician's assistant who sutured him did a fantastic job- there was a conversation about having a plastic surgeon come in to suture but didnt think that was necessary- we will try the tricks to minimize scarring.
Gosh----I am tired..Need my energy to see what tomorrow brings.
LOVE TO ALL!!!!

Abbreviatons ETC

AT work today. Don't really have time for work- have two exams and a presentation next week. Rest of my family is at home. Little ones are going to the movies and rollerskating with their dad and Aunt Debbie---wish I had an Aunt Debbie!
So joint commisions will be coming to our home health agency in January some time so the big deal right now is abbreviations... DONT USE THEM!!!! WTF--much of nursing is about abbreviations...Betty and I think it is because some of the nurses dont know what many of the abbreviations are. I mean I understand the whole orders thing and if I were dealing with medications I would'nt say Pot for Potassium-- but HTN for hypertension A fib for atrial fibrillation. PE for pulmonary embolism---now those are very common med abbreviations that are not mistaken for anything else.... It is really quite funny----a lot of it revolves around RVR= rapid ventricular rate. So if you are having an MI you are not having a heart attack you are having a myocardial infarction. If you are having a CVA ---nope---you are having a cardiovascular accident...Oh well
TTFN oh...I mean ta ta for now!!!

Whatever

I'm friggin tired. I am friggin tired...... I dream about pathophysiology. I do a general assessment on everyone I see. I try and conjure up care plans in my head when I see them. I am walking in a new dimension. I have anxiety. I cannot understand my chapter six patho info on Inflammation and the mechanisms of self defense- I think I need to take a course in Latin or ancient Chinese before I proceed. Who gives a shit about the degradation of vasoactive amines and chemotactic factor....Let me give you a hint----IT IS NOT ME!!!!!!!
Got shot down at work today on whether or not to put a pillow under the leg of a patient 4 weeks out after having a total knee arthroplasty. She has full extension and ROM...She is off coumadin...She knows not to put pressure under her knee. BUT what the fuck do I know...I am only and LPN...Oh, forgot, did I mention I worked in Ortho for 5 years...and with her ortho doc??? BITTER...PARTY OF ONE!!!!
Got a bill from MCI today. For 32.00 for a phone number I have not had for 3 years....HHHHMM. Can we say DUH!!!! Called them and the first question they asked was.."Are you sure you dont have that number anymore?"--that was a great question..Dont ya think..The second question was.."So you are disputing the charges?"..I am thinking that maybe the second question was even better than the first...
Anyway,
I am going to go drink heavily now..

College Girl

So school has officially started for 5 out of the 6 occupants of our house hold (Monkey is just "getting schooled") He is getting schooled by 3 kids in soccer, a wife in an academically rigorous nursing program, work, piece of shit Plymouth Laser, two teenagers working, a hormonal 16 year old who believes it is ok for us to lie to his best friends parent just so he can visit his girlfriend from another country (ok..Bainbridge Island). A 17 year old cheerleader.....need I say more......But he is handling it quite well........Then again, he did leave the house this morning at the butt crack of dawn smelling like men's Pure Romance Ego line with pheromones in it just to see his best friend Ben and have coffee with him this morning....Hhhmmmm.

Flat impaired PaRT dEU

Ok, so it seems I need to specify exactly what "flat impaired" is.
If I were referring to my ta ta's it would be growth impaired or cleavage impaired or something like that.

I was actually referring to my fixing my first flat on BIG RED my 30+ lb road bike. Luckily I noticed it before I got on the road heading home. Now, I coulda pussied out and called my Monkey Mechanic spouse who looks hotter n hell in spandex and even hotter with a wrench in his hand and lube (I mean grease) all over him! But no, I was determined to do this myself. So 30 minutes later, I had fixed my first flat. Covered with chain grease and smeared all over my face (didn't realize it till I made it home). I was sweating after I was done- And because there were still some people at work, I had to pretend I knew exactly what I was doing. I faked it well!!!
But I was quite lucky because I could have experienced my first flat on the side of road of Navy Yard Highway covered with glass, single shoes, rocks, those funny screws with bolts still attached (these are all over the friggin place!!! Imagine they come off cars- maybe same place the solo shoes come from) And I could have been trying to dodge fired up motorists in trashy cars who are jonesing for that cold Schmidt at home in their fridge. Or those older men who have some sort of Vietnam vendetta against cyclists and absolutely refuse to share the road and therefore, swerve as if to hit you and get their rocks off when you jump. OR those copenhagen chewing ball scratching beer drinking high school drop outs in a big loud truck who wanna fuck with you just because you are a woman (who they all think are tramps). Or the dumass teenage girl on a cell phone reaching for her starbucks coffee.
.....Whoa..got off the subject there on a rampage.
Anyway, fixed my first flat............YEE HAW!!!

Flat Impaired

What the hell happened to the message I posted regarding this??? It disappeared and I dont feel like re writing it..So now ya all will never know the story...

Shipyard sucks

So they are gonna send my monkey away for 2 weeks in the fall. Ummm nooo, not going to work for me..Why? you ask..Lets see, I have 3 kids in soccer, I am starting a new school...In Tacoma. Josie and Mason will be starting a new school and a new schedule and both Bridget and Aaron are in high school. Both work and Bridget has cheer and we are down a vehicle. And everytime Mike goes away...The house breaks.
So I am pissed and it leaves me wondering...Do they actually make you..Or does Monkey volunteer to get the F away from his crazy friggin wife, a money pit house, a pissing crapping cat, two teenagers from hell, Rosemary's six year old and dogs that try to dig to China or escape from Alcatraz on a nightly basis....
Shit, maybe I will work for the shipyard and I will get away on a vacation for two weeks. Oh, I mean work for two weeks...Yah, similar to the "work" that was done in Hawaii last October. Maybe Monkey can be gone again on Halloween and watch hot little bar ho's dressed as a Brittany Spears school girl again and fantasize and actually verbalize how i should wear the same outfit while giggling with his male co workers....
OOOOPPPPS,, I did it again...I'm being bitter.

BROAD SHOULDERS

One thing I have learned to love and appreciate are broad shoulders. Wide, strong, lean, untouched or at least smooth and debris free. Nothing makes me feel more protected than wide perfect shoulders.
I worry less and ride more confident (hee hee, ya all thought I was talking about men huh!!)
NOPE...I just hate commuting when the shoulders are all full of debris such as glass, staples, shoes, rocks and who the hell knows what else. In fact, right now as we speak there is a little pirate sword on the side of the road along Navy Yard highway. For the first couple of days, I saw it, I thought it was real. And all these wild tales of death, murder and torture formed in my mind. But now, I am pretty sure that it is plastic...I think it came from the same place the shoes come from. It amazes me how many people lose their shoes on Navy Yard Highway there right before the shipyard. In fact, It makes me wonder if there is a little shoe fairy that just deposits unwanted shoes along the road just for the sheer purpose of making me wonder why it is there and how it got there. Or maybe....just maybe...the shoemakers elves realize that they made two lefts instead of a right and a left and they get soooo mad, they throw it out the window of their SUV?????? Who knows..Do you think the sock stealer in each and every house gives themselves to those shoes?? Maybe as a sacrifice of some sort.

Crying 6 year old

Wow, never seen a fit quite like this one. Money stolen off her dresser. Mason sure has lots of money. Poor little pickle. Wish she would learn to keep her money in a special place. Wish kids wouldnt steal..Poor little pickle.

Puerto Vallarta

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NEW rooms for the little ones

Mike and I spent the whole weekend detonating the little ones rooms. Ripped out carpets, washed walls, painted, spackled and installed laminate hard wood floors and decorated. NOt exactly in that order. The transformation was absolutely amazing. Kids were thrilled to death and dont even wanna come out of their rooms.
We are all very very excited. The funny part is how much stuff Josie has as compared to Mason. Unless of course you count his 5,984,000 he has stashed in his tote in his new closet.
Anyway, I want my family to come see these rooms. You would be amazed. Move over "While you were out" reality show. The ju ju and monkey show was far more entertaining.

FOUND a FOREIGN FLOATER

So the funnies thing happened to me this morning...I had some coffee and you know what happens after a couple cups of coffee....You have to go build a log cabin in the bathroom.
So on top of building a log cabin, it also happens to be the time of the month when my red friend visits me. So anyway, ya know how when you are done in the bathroom, you look in the toilet to see what you created?? Don't deny it...You know you do...Everyone does..........Anyway, I noticed a long stringy shiny thing in the toilet. Immediately I thought I lost my IUD...But upon looking closer, right next to my tampon was my lady bug necklace. I swear I didn't eat it for breakfast. I had rice krispies with blue berries on it..So I don't think it came out of my colon.... All I can think of is that I didn't clasp it well this morning after I took my PTA bath (Pits, Tits, Ass) . (In case you are wondering, I take a quick wipe down bath after I bike into work in the morning)
ANyway, I had to dig the necklace out of the toilet without losing the ladybug amidst my throne creations. I wanted to avoid having to finger paint..Although, I plan on fingerpainting when I am an old lady just because I can probably get away with it then.
Needless to say, I had to wash my necklace well and hand sanitize it etc...I guess I should wash my hands too.
The moral of this story is.. Always check out your art work in the potty when you are done creating cause you never know what you might find.