My Seestarh!

I Love Ashley. She's the cutest, most wonderful, sweetest little thing in the world. AND...she is coming home to celebrate her SpRiNg BrEaK ExTrAvAgAnZa with little old me! I can hardly stand it. CHEEEEEEEEE WHOOOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!!

Hopeless Love

Sometimes in life...we love things...for no logical reason. Like me and snowboarding....I LOVE IT. I think it's great, but unfortunately it doesn't feel the same way about me.

Cry me a river...I know...

Kung Fu Fightin'

I still really hate my job. It is not a safe place to work at all! We have so many patients in my unit that are constantly attacking other people and tearing the units to pieces. Last week, one of the little sh*ts broke down the exit sign and threw it at me like a ninja star. I couldn't run fast enough down the hall and it hit me in the back and elbow. YOWZAH!
He's been buck wild since then too. Thank goodness I wasn't there Monday. He broke a book shelf, tipped over the snack machine, bent half a dozen chairs in half, picked up a table and threw it at the staff, then got up on the table broke the drop tile ceiling and pulled out wires by the handfull.

I have a new stalker too... everytime he sees me he has to touch me. He tries to be really sneaky about it too, but a 6'3 250 lb black man can't really sneak around. It is so creepy I wanna slap him. He'll walk by me and poke me with his finger, brush by me if I'm standing in a room, or sit near me and barely touch his arm or leg to mine. He scares me...what would happen if he tried to do that when no one was around? SICK!

My Addiction

I LOVE spades. Seriously. A deck of cards was my date this evening and I had so much fun I can hardly stand it. the end.

Attack of the recycling bin

So...my neighbors really love me. They especially love when I park in front of their house. NOT! Somehow they became delusional in thinking that the PUBLIC street right in front of their house belongs to them. Well...it doesn't. My fam damily owns freakin HALF of the block.

Anyway...I'm runnin late for work last wednesday and it just so happens to be trash day. I'm parked on the street and the dumpster is all up in my grill(or my car's rather...) I make my way out and get to the stop sign at the end of the street. What the heck was making that scraping sound? I look in the side rear view mirror.

HELLO--Someone...no idea who, but they definitely drink German beer...had hooked their recycling bin onto the rear of my car! It's stuck up in the wheel well. HAHA.
I got out of the car and laughed hideously. Then detached the cheery yellow fellow and left it at the end of the street. Good thing it was just trash day...this could get interesting.

My Ice Scraper.

Once upon a time, a girl loved Hawaii. She loved the sun and the sand and the pineapples and then ocean and the beautiful Island men(of course). BUT...she moved back to Virginia.
One day, (maybe it was TODAY) it snowed. It was beautiful on all the trees! After work, this girl walked out to her car, turned it on, and started looking for her ice scraper.
MUCH TO HER DISMAY...It was nowhere to be found. That's when she located her skimboard. (See visual) ooooh and THIS
Lesson 1: Skimboards have multiple uses.
Lesson 2: Use caution when operating, their aerodynamic nature is tricky and can(and did) result in injury.
Lesson 3: Careful because they can scratch paint on cars.
Lesson 4: (Question, rather) Why would you have a skimboard in your trunk if you live in a place where it snows?
Lesson 5: People who have such items in their trunk should possibly contemplate a move.

I PASSED MY TEST!

FYI---I am now, officially a CERTIFIED THERAPEUTIC RECREATION SPECIALIST. Watch out. I might therapize ya.