It's that time of year again. So far, I don't feel tired. I'm sure I will tomorrow.
Bubba and Dahey were helping a friend move this weekend, so it really threw off my normal schedule of errands. Thankfully, I was able to finish up most of them today, while they laid around the house. To celebrate the end of the week, I decided to cook a nice dinner. I made it myself since Junior Chef Bubba passed out on the couch when he was watching TV earlier. Of course, the child wakes up AFTER all the prep work is done.
It's been warm and sunny, so I'm enjoying every minute. I sat outside for coffee today and I walked two miles yesterday. So on my breaks (someone has to do all this stuff around here) when I'm not outside, I'm checking Cake Wrecks, and watching silly dog videos. It makes me miss WildDog.
Stay tuned and hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend, wherever you are!
Showing posts with label WildDog. Show all posts
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Monday, May 12, 2014
Suspension of reality
It was a regular old Monday. Nothing fancy. Went to work and had a few unforeseen occurrences. No biggie.
Educated patients (my favorite part of being a nurse) and did some other stuff. Went back to my desk, did more stuff, then came home.
Now I feel like doing nothing in particular, but ran into this funny suspension of reality: the dog texts. Made me think of WildDog, who, as a member of one of the smartest dog breeds was a crafty character.
Enjoy!
Educated patients (my favorite part of being a nurse) and did some other stuff. Went back to my desk, did more stuff, then came home.
Now I feel like doing nothing in particular, but ran into this funny suspension of reality: the dog texts. Made me think of WildDog, who, as a member of one of the smartest dog breeds was a crafty character.
Enjoy!
Monday, December 23, 2013
Starting with a bang
Oh, it's the first day of vacation, so it's got to be memorable.
I took Bubba out to pick up WildDog's ashes from the vet. He and Dahey plan to inter WildDog in our yard where he worked so hard to keep a yard full of oaks squirrel-free in his prime. As consolation, we picked up a half-dozen donuts Bubba was to share with Dahey, who was at work.
Bubba ate one donut in the car. He said, "I'll share with Dad."
We came home, and I did a lot of work around the house: cleaning, decluttering, and sorting out goods to donate to charity. While doing all this, I bruised my hand, burnt myself and got a blister.
When I finally had a moment to look in the Super Donut box, there was only one left. Bubba had eaten the other five.
His response, "I'm going through puberty, so I'm hungry."
I'm going to need to fill the pantry and buy a new refrigerator if this appetite is any indication of what might happen in high school.
Stay tuned.
I took Bubba out to pick up WildDog's ashes from the vet. He and Dahey plan to inter WildDog in our yard where he worked so hard to keep a yard full of oaks squirrel-free in his prime. As consolation, we picked up a half-dozen donuts Bubba was to share with Dahey, who was at work.
Bubba ate one donut in the car. He said, "I'll share with Dad."
We came home, and I did a lot of work around the house: cleaning, decluttering, and sorting out goods to donate to charity. While doing all this, I bruised my hand, burnt myself and got a blister.
When I finally had a moment to look in the Super Donut box, there was only one left. Bubba had eaten the other five.
His response, "I'm going through puberty, so I'm hungry."
I'm going to need to fill the pantry and buy a new refrigerator if this appetite is any indication of what might happen in high school.
Stay tuned.
Tuesday, December 10, 2013
Goodnight WildDog
I read this article recently about pet hospice and realized I was already doing it. WildDog, our elderly sheepdog was a funny, orderly, mischievous devil of a dog.
We got WildDog from a rescue, by accident. He was supposed to go to someone else, and they decided they didn't want him. We were looking at another dog when they told us he was ready for us. Dahey knew he was the dog for him as soon as he saw him, so we hurried down the highway on a cold, snowy day and picked him up.
The foster family told us he got queasy in cars. Dahey held him all the way home in his lap. He did just fine as long as he was petted while he was riding in a car. This always made going to the groomer and the vet an adventure. I told WildDog, "If you are good, you'll get a cookie," and he'd watch me put the cookie in my purse or pocket. He'd try to get at it, if he thought he could get it. However, he could be a perfect gentleman. It just varied.
WildDog was famous for flying through the air and snatching things off counter tops. Dahey was an eyewitness or I never would have believed that he really did eat all those blueberry muffins I wrapped up for my sister for breakfast from the MegaWarehouseStore. He also loved good loaves of bread. Not those artisanal ones Grumpy may talk about, but good, slightly soft, bread that is not cheap. I cannot count the number of loaves that he "opened" (i.e. chewed a hole in) to eat a couple of slices and leave the remaining loaf lying on the living room floor (since this is where he liked to eat his snacks.)
He was a great companion. He came from a breed known for herding, guarding and sticking close to humans. He was really my dog, because he picked me, but Dahey was his alpha dog. When Dahey travelled for work, he didn't always listen to me. It would take a couple of weeks. Sometimes, I had to put Dahey on speakerphone for the dog to listen. Occasionally, he relented.
When Bubba came along, he bonded with him over fistfuls of spaghetti. Bubba loved launching handfuls from his high chair and watching WildDog run. They had their spats (he even bit Bubba once), but the boys got along well.
Tonight, even after the gentle warnings, I had given Bubba about WildDog dying for months, Bubba cried and cried. WildDog was the only dog he'd ever had his entire life. He was his furry brother.
We will miss the pet, but character and spirit of WildDog, the charming little herding dog, will live on in our hearts.
Good night WildDog. See you at the Rainbow Bridge.
We got WildDog from a rescue, by accident. He was supposed to go to someone else, and they decided they didn't want him. We were looking at another dog when they told us he was ready for us. Dahey knew he was the dog for him as soon as he saw him, so we hurried down the highway on a cold, snowy day and picked him up.
The foster family told us he got queasy in cars. Dahey held him all the way home in his lap. He did just fine as long as he was petted while he was riding in a car. This always made going to the groomer and the vet an adventure. I told WildDog, "If you are good, you'll get a cookie," and he'd watch me put the cookie in my purse or pocket. He'd try to get at it, if he thought he could get it. However, he could be a perfect gentleman. It just varied.
WildDog was famous for flying through the air and snatching things off counter tops. Dahey was an eyewitness or I never would have believed that he really did eat all those blueberry muffins I wrapped up for my sister for breakfast from the MegaWarehouseStore. He also loved good loaves of bread. Not those artisanal ones Grumpy may talk about, but good, slightly soft, bread that is not cheap. I cannot count the number of loaves that he "opened" (i.e. chewed a hole in) to eat a couple of slices and leave the remaining loaf lying on the living room floor (since this is where he liked to eat his snacks.)
He was a great companion. He came from a breed known for herding, guarding and sticking close to humans. He was really my dog, because he picked me, but Dahey was his alpha dog. When Dahey travelled for work, he didn't always listen to me. It would take a couple of weeks. Sometimes, I had to put Dahey on speakerphone for the dog to listen. Occasionally, he relented.
When Bubba came along, he bonded with him over fistfuls of spaghetti. Bubba loved launching handfuls from his high chair and watching WildDog run. They had their spats (he even bit Bubba once), but the boys got along well.
Tonight, even after the gentle warnings, I had given Bubba about WildDog dying for months, Bubba cried and cried. WildDog was the only dog he'd ever had his entire life. He was his furry brother.
We will miss the pet, but character and spirit of WildDog, the charming little herding dog, will live on in our hearts.
Good night WildDog. See you at the Rainbow Bridge.
Saturday, September 28, 2013
The men are happy
Bubba and Dahey are sitting watching TV. Their show of choice: some animal show which is surprising, since Dahey's usually got the History Channel, American Pickers, or Pawn Stars.
Bubba is a big fan of dogs. I should have known he'd be getting WildDog going by watching a show with a bunch of puppies in it.
Simple things: dogs, dinner in front of the TV and ice cream.
Life IS beautiful.
Hope your weekend is too, wherever you are.
Bubba is a big fan of dogs. I should have known he'd be getting WildDog going by watching a show with a bunch of puppies in it.
Simple things: dogs, dinner in front of the TV and ice cream.
Life IS beautiful.
Hope your weekend is too, wherever you are.
Tuesday, September 17, 2013
One day
When I retire, I may have to write a book entitled, "The Poop Chronicles". Some days are so FOS, as the radiologists say.
Recently, WildDog, who is getting pretty old, now only relieves himself on our front porch (next to the bushes) or in the driveway. He's gotten pretty adept at surrounding the RehabRN family truckster with feces. Most of the time, Dahey cleans up after him quickly.
Not so much this weekend. Dog poop turned into smashed dog poop in the driveway. Now, we have to get out the scraper or maybe even the dreaded hose.
And while most of you may go to boring old staff meetings where certain members of the "interdisciplinary team" only show up if there is food available and a show, we are different. The game of choice for our team: complain about the nursing staff BEFORE the manager gets to the meeting. Don't wait, don't give a recap, leave the recap to the office manager to do that.
I wonder what those industrial psychologists would say about our "team dynamics". Poopy, was my first thought, and it wasn't because incontinence in therapy was mentioned, either.
Lots of fertile ideas, and they aren't all poopy.
That is all. Enjoy your day!
Recently, WildDog, who is getting pretty old, now only relieves himself on our front porch (next to the bushes) or in the driveway. He's gotten pretty adept at surrounding the RehabRN family truckster with feces. Most of the time, Dahey cleans up after him quickly.
Not so much this weekend. Dog poop turned into smashed dog poop in the driveway. Now, we have to get out the scraper or maybe even the dreaded hose.
And while most of you may go to boring old staff meetings where certain members of the "interdisciplinary team" only show up if there is food available and a show, we are different. The game of choice for our team: complain about the nursing staff BEFORE the manager gets to the meeting. Don't wait, don't give a recap, leave the recap to the office manager to do that.
I wonder what those industrial psychologists would say about our "team dynamics". Poopy, was my first thought, and it wasn't because incontinence in therapy was mentioned, either.
Lots of fertile ideas, and they aren't all poopy.
That is all. Enjoy your day!
Saturday, August 31, 2013
Labor day weekend
Well, the last, official holiday weekend of summer is finally here. It doesn't feel like it though.
The temperatures are still hot enough for Bubba to jump in Mr. Smith's pool down the road, and too hot to let WildDog lounge in the grass, lying in wait for the mailman.
I've been busy doing all the stuff I didn't get done yet since I got back from the conference. Labor Day really is a laboring holiday for me.
Enjoy your Labor Day whether you labor on the floor or at home. Will raise my cold, frosty glass for you all! Cheers.
Stay tuned!
The temperatures are still hot enough for Bubba to jump in Mr. Smith's pool down the road, and too hot to let WildDog lounge in the grass, lying in wait for the mailman.
I've been busy doing all the stuff I didn't get done yet since I got back from the conference. Labor Day really is a laboring holiday for me.
Enjoy your Labor Day whether you labor on the floor or at home. Will raise my cold, frosty glass for you all! Cheers.
Stay tuned!
Thursday, August 15, 2013
I needed a laugh
And the Shaming section on Little White Lion provided it today. Thanks to my old nursing clinical instructor J.
Ah, memories of WildDog in his youth, running up and snatching bread, muffins and potato chips off the counter tops, before any humans would find them.
He was (and still is) smart. Leave him unattended, and he'll steal the stuff when he figures that you're gone to work for the day.
May none of your pets end up eating anything too messy or expensive!
Stay tuned...
Ah, memories of WildDog in his youth, running up and snatching bread, muffins and potato chips off the counter tops, before any humans would find them.
He was (and still is) smart. Leave him unattended, and he'll steal the stuff when he figures that you're gone to work for the day.
May none of your pets end up eating anything too messy or expensive!
Stay tuned...
Sunday, August 4, 2013
A little weekend fun
Bubba has gone to camp. It is suddenly quiet in our house. WildDog keeps looking at me as if to say, "Mom, where is he?" He looks in his room and around the house and sees no kid couch surfing or playing on the computer.
Alas, since I've had a few moments of quiet, not interrupted by movie reviews or the infamous game, "I'm hungry, what can I eat?" I surfed around and found this interesting article about women in economics and the next Fed chairman (or maybe -woman).
It gave me flashbacks to college, when, yes, I was contemplating going on for a master's degree in the dismal science. (Hey, I can still draw that diminishing marginal utility curve and explain it with the best of them!)
However, the best thing I found meandering around looking for information on women and economics was Economists Do It with Models. When you can use Dilbert cartoons as your lead-in for stories on long-term unemployment, you definitely have arrived.
That is all. Hope you enjoy the moments that are left of your weekend. I will, too.
Stay tuned...
Alas, since I've had a few moments of quiet, not interrupted by movie reviews or the infamous game, "I'm hungry, what can I eat?" I surfed around and found this interesting article about women in economics and the next Fed chairman (or maybe -woman).
It gave me flashbacks to college, when, yes, I was contemplating going on for a master's degree in the dismal science. (Hey, I can still draw that diminishing marginal utility curve and explain it with the best of them!)
However, the best thing I found meandering around looking for information on women and economics was Economists Do It with Models. When you can use Dilbert cartoons as your lead-in for stories on long-term unemployment, you definitely have arrived.
That is all. Hope you enjoy the moments that are left of your weekend. I will, too.
Stay tuned...
Wednesday, July 3, 2013
Nuggets for July 3
Okay, I could have waited for tomorrow and had fireworks, but I had to post this today.
Stuff's just too good to wait, and I'll be busy keeping WildDog out of trouble (i.e. chasing errant people and fireworks.)
An interesting juxtapostion
I forgot how I found Jess's Juxtapositions blag, but I really enjoyed her post On Central Lines. Nurses: you'll never think about them the same way again. I know I won't!
RIP
You may not realize it, but if you look at your computer and see a little thing with buttons and a cord, you have to thank this guy. Who can think of computing before the mouse?
RIP Douglas Englebart, inventor of the computer mouse.
A law we need in RehabLand
If you assault a healthcare provider, you should go to jail. Period. You will very soon in the state of Texas.
If you're 50, don't ever do this
Not sure what you shouldn't do? Check this article. Some items are funny, some just look like they'd hurt.
As a contrarian, of course, I'll ignore some of the advice, like Jell-o shots. (I hate people telling me what I can or cannot eat!)
Enjoy your fireworks wherever you are!
Stuff's just too good to wait, and I'll be busy keeping WildDog out of trouble (i.e. chasing errant people and fireworks.)
An interesting juxtapostion
I forgot how I found Jess's Juxtapositions blag, but I really enjoyed her post On Central Lines. Nurses: you'll never think about them the same way again. I know I won't!
RIP
You may not realize it, but if you look at your computer and see a little thing with buttons and a cord, you have to thank this guy. Who can think of computing before the mouse?
RIP Douglas Englebart, inventor of the computer mouse.
A law we need in RehabLand
If you assault a healthcare provider, you should go to jail. Period. You will very soon in the state of Texas.
If you're 50, don't ever do this
Not sure what you shouldn't do? Check this article. Some items are funny, some just look like they'd hurt.
As a contrarian, of course, I'll ignore some of the advice, like Jell-o shots. (I hate people telling me what I can or cannot eat!)
Enjoy your fireworks wherever you are!
Saturday, June 1, 2013
Rain, hail, tornadoes
Dear Mother Nature:
Who says our Friday night wasn't exciting? I thank my lucky stars that I have a finished basement in which to hide from the rousing storms that were going through RehabLand.
Yes, we missed some fun Friday night stuff at baseball and the mall, because it got windy and spooked a lot of people, but there are bonuses. As I already mentioned the basement, I was thrilled that we still had electric and cold beer.
So let me just say thanks for avoiding my neighborhood. My nerves were frayed, WildDog was stressed, but happy with us.
At least, with a cold Hefeweizen, I could watch the storm reports and chill in a safe area.
Please send the next set of storms somewhere else. We (and all the folks in Oklahoma) have had enough water, hail and wind for quite a long time.
Sincerely (really, if it works...),
RehabRN
Tuesday, May 28, 2013
Dear Door to Door Salesman
When Dahey told you to stay away from our house, he meant it. While it's a little rural out here, we're close enough to the big city that we've seen your racket already.You come to the door with the guise of selling stuff when, in reality, you're just trying to figure out what we have so you can steal it.
So it's not a good idea to come back when this nurse is at home with WildDog, Dahey just had dental work and feels like pummeling someone into the ground because the Novocaine is wearing off.
When WildDog barks that nasty, snarling bark, he's really saying, "Please leave now." When Dahey says, "Get the hell off my porch", he's saying the same thing.
Yours truly doesn't say much. I'm more than happy to whip out the phone, take your photo, and call the local police with a description of you and your getaway vehicle.
Because we really, really, told you no once, and it wasn't good enough.
Stay tuned...
So it's not a good idea to come back when this nurse is at home with WildDog, Dahey just had dental work and feels like pummeling someone into the ground because the Novocaine is wearing off.
When WildDog barks that nasty, snarling bark, he's really saying, "Please leave now." When Dahey says, "Get the hell off my porch", he's saying the same thing.
Yours truly doesn't say much. I'm more than happy to whip out the phone, take your photo, and call the local police with a description of you and your getaway vehicle.
Because we really, really, told you no once, and it wasn't good enough.
Stay tuned...
Saturday, April 27, 2013
Dear Mother Nature
Okay, I have to tolerate the full moon every month.
Please cut out all this rain and snow. Yes, it is almost May and it's NOT supposed to snow here in RehabLand.
Besides, I'm getting tired of my backyard flooding and WildDog refusing to go outside since the porch is damp.
And on top of this, the smokers at work are grumpy as hell. I have enough to deal with this week.
Sincerely not,
RehabRN
Please cut out all this rain and snow. Yes, it is almost May and it's NOT supposed to snow here in RehabLand.
Besides, I'm getting tired of my backyard flooding and WildDog refusing to go outside since the porch is damp.
And on top of this, the smokers at work are grumpy as hell. I have enough to deal with this week.
Sincerely not,
RehabRN
Saturday, March 16, 2013
Always a sobering thought...
You go out for a walk and your kid gets away from you...lost.
Got stopped by the local PD today. A little boy in RehabLand is out there alone with his dog. The cop thought Bubba (running ahead of course, since WildDog is so geriatric...) might be him.
It's frightening to even think about it.
More later.
Got stopped by the local PD today. A little boy in RehabLand is out there alone with his dog. The cop thought Bubba (running ahead of course, since WildDog is so geriatric...) might be him.
It's frightening to even think about it.
More later.
Sunday, January 20, 2013
Is he really that old?
Duh, the most important thing this weekend...
Bubba is 10. I can hardly believe it. He changed my life (and Dahey's and WildDog's...). Bubba is an ebullient character who says things like, "What is going to be OUR commuting vehicle?" when we bought a new car. He loves music (like his dad) and has a horrible sweet tooth (just like me).
I look at him and see bits and pieces of both of us, with shades of my late father-in-law, the stubborn, yet likable internist.
Time surely flies! I'm going to enjoy every minute.
Bubba is 10. I can hardly believe it. He changed my life (and Dahey's and WildDog's...). Bubba is an ebullient character who says things like, "What is going to be OUR commuting vehicle?" when we bought a new car. He loves music (like his dad) and has a horrible sweet tooth (just like me).
I look at him and see bits and pieces of both of us, with shades of my late father-in-law, the stubborn, yet likable internist.
Time surely flies! I'm going to enjoy every minute.
Tuesday, September 25, 2012
My plan
Is to stay here under ground watching TV with Bubba and WildDog while we wait for all the crazy, tornadic weather to head on over and out. Dahey is stuck at work where it's been raining like cats and dogs all afternoon.
I can't wait until winter and snow show up again...this storm crap is OLD!!
I'm so glad I'm not at the Hotel. Evacuating patients is worse than having a herd of 10 year old kvetching about not having a fully charged Nintendo DS (or other gaming device.)
Back to the pacing dog...
I can't wait until winter and snow show up again...this storm crap is OLD!!
I'm so glad I'm not at the Hotel. Evacuating patients is worse than having a herd of 10 year old kvetching about not having a fully charged Nintendo DS (or other gaming device.)
Back to the pacing dog...
Saturday, August 25, 2012
Puttering suits me...
So glad it's the weekend, and a long one for me. All the chores I don't cram in today, will work get worked in somewhere later.
WildDog is reveling in the ecstacy of his favorite rug's return to the house. (after the annual trip to the carpet cleaner for cleaning, deodorizing and dogproofing.) Right now, he's passed out on it. WildDog is from a rescue program and he is domestic to a certain point, but he absolutely will not sleep on a dog bed. He was looking a little forlorn lately, so I was happy when the company called to ask me to pick it up.
Since there was a special on rug cleaning, I took the substitute rugs to the cleaners today, so he's happy again.
Dahey is reading an article I'm writing for a publication (related to an industry conference). He's my favorite copy editor. Cross your fingers that I get selected.
Now to vegetate for a bit while the laundry chugs away in the laundry room...
Stay tuned.
WildDog is reveling in the ecstacy of his favorite rug's return to the house. (after the annual trip to the carpet cleaner for cleaning, deodorizing and dogproofing.) Right now, he's passed out on it. WildDog is from a rescue program and he is domestic to a certain point, but he absolutely will not sleep on a dog bed. He was looking a little forlorn lately, so I was happy when the company called to ask me to pick it up.
Since there was a special on rug cleaning, I took the substitute rugs to the cleaners today, so he's happy again.
Dahey is reading an article I'm writing for a publication (related to an industry conference). He's my favorite copy editor. Cross your fingers that I get selected.
Now to vegetate for a bit while the laundry chugs away in the laundry room...
Stay tuned.
Thursday, January 12, 2012
Winding down
Ah, so glad the week is nearly over. It's been taxing with this random assorted virus I have--one moment constant nose running, another coughing. I can't wait until it's run its course and is over.
Ice, snow and mayhem have come to RehabLand. Why do sane looking people think it's okay to try to do 80mph down a snowy road with black ice and winds at 30-40 mph? People died here on the roads today. So glad I don't have to drive where these crazies are. I wish my boss understand why I want to telecommute (yes, I can!) on days like today.
I'm happy despite the snow and biting cold. My people in our sister hospitals are finally back from vacation! (only took what seemed to be a month). They are answering e-mails AND participating. Joy, joy, joy! I am thrilled. And, yours truly did her first group presentation, to a group of nurses all over the place via computer. It was very, very cool.
Bubba and I enjoyed playing in the snow with WildDog when work and school was done. It was the highlight of my day.
More to come...
Ice, snow and mayhem have come to RehabLand. Why do sane looking people think it's okay to try to do 80mph down a snowy road with black ice and winds at 30-40 mph? People died here on the roads today. So glad I don't have to drive where these crazies are. I wish my boss understand why I want to telecommute (yes, I can!) on days like today.
I'm happy despite the snow and biting cold. My people in our sister hospitals are finally back from vacation! (only took what seemed to be a month). They are answering e-mails AND participating. Joy, joy, joy! I am thrilled. And, yours truly did her first group presentation, to a group of nurses all over the place via computer. It was very, very cool.
Bubba and I enjoyed playing in the snow with WildDog when work and school was done. It was the highlight of my day.
More to come...
Friday, October 21, 2011
Sunday, August 7, 2011
The weekend draws to a close...
Lots and lots of fun was had by all at the RehabRN household.
I got lots done in the house and started getting ready for the next road trip coming in a few weeks. Travelling partner and I don't have to share a room this time, but we plan on learning AND having fun, even if Manglement makes us give three presentations on our spiel when we get back to the Hotel. We may even let Big Boss buy us lunch this year (he/she ditched us last year in Vegas).
Bubba went to his last baseball games and had a grand old time, hitting and fielding. He even talked Dahey into a bounce-back thingamajig so he can practice all the way up until soccer season. Dahey managed to find it on the local sales board at the grocery store.
WildDog actually got to go outside once or twice, and get spoiled with freshly broiled chicken and the occasional leaf of salad (he loves veggies as much as meat).
So now, I return to chores, until I get another moment of freedom. Stay tuned...
I got lots done in the house and started getting ready for the next road trip coming in a few weeks. Travelling partner and I don't have to share a room this time, but we plan on learning AND having fun, even if Manglement makes us give three presentations on our spiel when we get back to the Hotel. We may even let Big Boss buy us lunch this year (he/she ditched us last year in Vegas).
Bubba went to his last baseball games and had a grand old time, hitting and fielding. He even talked Dahey into a bounce-back thingamajig so he can practice all the way up until soccer season. Dahey managed to find it on the local sales board at the grocery store.
WildDog actually got to go outside once or twice, and get spoiled with freshly broiled chicken and the occasional leaf of salad (he loves veggies as much as meat).
So now, I return to chores, until I get another moment of freedom. Stay tuned...
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