The Sky Is Falling, The Sky Is Falling...sheetrock, paint, insulation.

I am perhaps just a bit superstitious. No like throw spilled salt over my shoulder or if you kill a cat in your car on purpose that you'll have bad luck. But I do beleive that bad things happen in three's. Or so it seems. My patient the other night ended up coding in the ICU and dying. Totally dead. Sucked. Then a good friend's brother seizes and ends up intubated in the ICU. Also not good. Two bad things. So I sorta starting freaking out as my father in law was supposed to have open heart surgery the next morning. The THIRD thing.

Sleep during the best of days is poor, the dreams were so so weird that day. I went downstairs pissed as hell that the house was stinkey, musty and cigarette smelling. Not quite awake these strange smells did not register. As I walked down the stairs there was this fluff everywhere! As I started swearing at the dog I looked up in my living room and saw this giant hole where the ceiling had colapsed and covering the floor was paint chips, huge hunks of sheet rock and lots and lots of fluff. THE THIRD THING had happened. I though to myself, well I'd better shower I have a lot to do today...
Dennis came out of surgery just fine and is doing great. My ceiling after a week is no longer gaping but the fluff is still every where! Tonight I plan to drink.

What I thought sexy was in high school

I loved high school. I loved the boys. Tight pegged jeans, letterman jackets, wavy hair and short volley ball shorts. OH Yeah! Water polo practice; all speedo's for our team. So many fine taught specimens of man to look at. I loved that they were all wet. You could volunteer to get their towels and massage their muscles to keep them warm and loose between quarters. 

I know that I am suffering from a serious mental illness now that I am married and have children. Now I find a clean kitchen with freshly bathed sleeping children before 9 pm very sexy. If the laundry were to be done, folded and put away, that would put me over the edge. 

Another thing that makes me hot, a man who can take care of his kids. Now that is sexy...so long tight pegged jeans.

Cupcake day, all hail the saint of cupcakes!

I love Cupcakes! The kids love cupcakes! What a super fun day.

Girl Friends..

I could live without coffee.
I could live without chocolate.

I could live without cake.

I could live without lip gloss.

I could live without cheese.

I could live without vodka Lemon drops.

I could not live without Girlfriends.

I have so many amazing and wonderful girlfriends who make me laugh, keep me grounded and sane. My sounding board, my support. My silly drinking friends thats go see Stars on Ice with me. My little girlies that have defined joy for me. My partners in crime. I LOVE my girlfriends.

Without them I could not live.