It seems like chicken (or various fowl) are a big part of the menu for Bubba. He's working on getting stronger and has been reading nutrition sites about eating properly and the importance of proteins, such as chicken.
And when I was minding my own business watching a retro TV show, the Streets of San Francisco, I saw a Chicken Little-esque commercial.
Life really was so much simpler then.
Showing posts with label commercials. Show all posts
Showing posts with label commercials. Show all posts
Sunday, August 23, 2015
Sunday, February 3, 2013
The tradition..super
The reason women don't play football is because eleven of them would never wear the same outfit in public. ~Phyllis Diller
For many years, I actually got paid to watch Super Bowl commercials thanks to a guy named Bob and a job in a marketing department. (That was fun!)
Since I left that job almost a decade ago, now I just have to watch the commercials from home. When I first became a nurse, it seemed like my weekend to work was literally EVERY Super Bowl Sunday. So since I'm not there anymore, it was no surprise that the nurse manager (only half jokingly) asked if I wanted to work today.
It seems no one wants to work Super Bowl Sunday if they can be at home partying it up. Sometimes we get volunteers coming in for Super Bowl, but not always.
Nevertheless, the rehab nurses at the Hotel can totally love this Super Bowl cake photo. It will describe their evening shift...thanks to Cake Wrecks.
Stay tuned...and have a Supper bowl wherever you are.
For many years, I actually got paid to watch Super Bowl commercials thanks to a guy named Bob and a job in a marketing department. (That was fun!)
Since I left that job almost a decade ago, now I just have to watch the commercials from home. When I first became a nurse, it seemed like my weekend to work was literally EVERY Super Bowl Sunday. So since I'm not there anymore, it was no surprise that the nurse manager (only half jokingly) asked if I wanted to work today.
It seems no one wants to work Super Bowl Sunday if they can be at home partying it up. Sometimes we get volunteers coming in for Super Bowl, but not always.
Nevertheless, the rehab nurses at the Hotel can totally love this Super Bowl cake photo. It will describe their evening shift...thanks to Cake Wrecks.
Stay tuned...and have a Supper bowl wherever you are.
Sunday, October 28, 2012
A little break
And while I was doing that I got flashbacks to the old days when I worked in marketing. First when I saw this new Adobe commercial and then later when I saw this classic IBM ad on buzzword bingo (which we actually played at one firm).
Fun times....stay tuned.
Fun times....stay tuned.
Sunday, April 4, 2010
Child plus...
Easter egg hunt in freshly mown grass plus multiple other little kids, equals mess for mom.
It's always fun until you feel like you're in a detergent commercial.
Happy Easter to all!
It's always fun until you feel like you're in a detergent commercial.
Happy Easter to all!
Friday, July 31, 2009
The story of my day
I have always liked words. The dictionary was my friend as a kid. I always liked to look up obscure words so I could use them in my spelling sentences....when I had to do them (I got out of this homework frequently through some other endeavors...)
As I finally got a minute last shift to start documenting, I thought about what was really happening and a couple of words came to mind.
While I ran myself hither and yon the first four hours, I really wasn't idle (my first word), but I'd suspect some of the chitchat here and there was. As I'm running around, I don't mind speed chatting or bantering with the patients as I hang all of my patients IVs for the shift. My night--come in, run an IV, stop, flush, run another IV of Vancomycin, stop, flush, hold and run another IV, and so on, like a bad TV commercial. I can't get too in-depth.
Unfortunately, sometimes oncoming report is a little too idle. We have some nurses who will give you the new orders list (we write one as we take things off) and your report the same way every time and it's complete. A couple of our people are new and they still haven't learned how to give report, so they tend to engage in idle chatter and miss the big stuff. Like the blood cultures ordered three hours before end-of-shift that have to be done today or the 102 temp that the patient getting blood just spiked near the end of his transfusion, or the report on the patient who returned from acute. It wasn't a big deal for anyone else, but it was for me, since I was his nurse.
Eventually, the last four hours drifted into the idyll category. Our neighborhood isn't exactly pastoral, but sometimes, it is pretty, just before dark, and this night, it was exceptional. The sky was a pinkish-red that glowed as the sun set. I only noticed it because I had a minute to look out the window when I called my husband. It made me think of that old saying, "Red at night, sailor's delight." My patients, including the returning one, were quiet and happy. They got all their nightly pills and drifted off to sleep. The only thing that broke the idyll was a fever in another patient, which required an all-hands fire drill to get all the labs pulled before the oncoming shift came.
So we left our coworkers with an idle, idyllic moment of their own, with sleeping patients, as we walked out the door into the cool of midnight.
More later...
As I finally got a minute last shift to start documenting, I thought about what was really happening and a couple of words came to mind.
While I ran myself hither and yon the first four hours, I really wasn't idle (my first word), but I'd suspect some of the chitchat here and there was. As I'm running around, I don't mind speed chatting or bantering with the patients as I hang all of my patients IVs for the shift. My night--come in, run an IV, stop, flush, run another IV of Vancomycin, stop, flush, hold and run another IV, and so on, like a bad TV commercial. I can't get too in-depth.
Unfortunately, sometimes oncoming report is a little too idle. We have some nurses who will give you the new orders list (we write one as we take things off) and your report the same way every time and it's complete. A couple of our people are new and they still haven't learned how to give report, so they tend to engage in idle chatter and miss the big stuff. Like the blood cultures ordered three hours before end-of-shift that have to be done today or the 102 temp that the patient getting blood just spiked near the end of his transfusion, or the report on the patient who returned from acute. It wasn't a big deal for anyone else, but it was for me, since I was his nurse.
Eventually, the last four hours drifted into the idyll category. Our neighborhood isn't exactly pastoral, but sometimes, it is pretty, just before dark, and this night, it was exceptional. The sky was a pinkish-red that glowed as the sun set. I only noticed it because I had a minute to look out the window when I called my husband. It made me think of that old saying, "Red at night, sailor's delight." My patients, including the returning one, were quiet and happy. They got all their nightly pills and drifted off to sleep. The only thing that broke the idyll was a fever in another patient, which required an all-hands fire drill to get all the labs pulled before the oncoming shift came.
So we left our coworkers with an idle, idyllic moment of their own, with sleeping patients, as we walked out the door into the cool of midnight.
More later...
Thursday, April 30, 2009
A great swine flu article
This one, on the Lede blog at www.nytimes.com has a couple of great British flu commercials, one current and one circa 1948.
Bottom line: use Kleenex and wash your hands!
More to come...stay tuned!
Bottom line: use Kleenex and wash your hands!
More to come...stay tuned!
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