Friday, April 25, 2003 :::
Code
For those of you who dont know a in terms of ambulance services a code is a call where the patient basically dies on you. This poor older gentleman apparently had a DNR that his family could not find and since they could not produce the legal paperwork we had to work on him. I truly hope that I never am in a situation where I require someone to resusitate me. It is not a pritty thing to see or be a part of.
I am going to need a really good shower before I go to bed. Even though you wear gloves, there is a smell that just does not leave you...
::: posted at 11:37 PM
First Topless Day
Dont get too excited, this is not list worthy..
I love the first day that it gets warm enough out for me to drive home with the top down on the car. It changes your whole perspective on things. I always have to spend a couple of car rides getting used to the dynamic of wind and stuff flying around me in the car. Definately the reason I bought my car and will keep buying convertables until I am too much of a grown up to own one.
On another note, robotics shirts came in - if I am motivated I just might take a picture and post it for all to see. I will bring the shirts in on monday - Need to give me $10 for each shirt! When/how do you want to give shirts to pope/cannone? I figured we would give Doller his sometime before the trip so that he can wear it with the rest of us on Sat.
Anyway..onward and upward!
::: posted at 6:14 PM
Thursday, April 24, 2003 :::
Driftaway
Day after day I get more confused
Try to see the light through the pouring rain
You know it's a game that I hate to lose
Ain't it a shame, I'm feeling the strain
Ohhh give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll
And driftaway
Yeah give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll
And driftaway
Listen
Sometimes I think that I'm wastin' my time
I can't understand the things I feel now
The world outside is so unkind
I'm waitin' on you to see me through
Ohhh give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll
And driftaway
Yeah give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll
And driftaway
And when my mind is free,
you know a melody can move me
And when I'm feeling blue,
the guitar is coming through to soothe me
Thank you for the joy that you have given me
And I know I believe in your song
The rhythm, the rhyme and the harmony
You help me along, making me strong
Ohhh give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll
And driftaway
Yeah give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll
And driftaway
Well give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll
And driftaway
Ohhh give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll
And driftaway
I need you when I'm lost and lonely
Ohhh give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll
And driftaway
And those time when I just can't handle myself
Ohhh give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll
And driftaway
Alright now
Ohhh give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll
And driftaway
Yeahhhhh
Ohhh give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll
And driftaway
Ohhh give me the beat boys and free my soul
I wanna get lost in your rock and roll
And driftaway
::: posted at 10:08 PM
Wednesday, April 23, 2003 :::
I added two new quotes to my aol profile. My sister accused me of being a workaholic this past weekend, and while she might be right... anyway..
Decided not to do any real work tonight and am going to bed in a few minutes to pass out and start to catch up on some much needed sleep.
'night
::: posted at 9:09 PM
Hubby is trying to change me..
Well he is.. he went and bought me a cell phone. First of all I pride myself on the extremes to which I will go NOT to talk to people on the phone. I so prefer email/im/any other form of communication. On top of that he got me a Nextel with direct connect.. ugh.. so now (he thinks) I am reachable at any given time. I dont think he understands that the phone is either going to spend the majority of the time OFF/without charge or "lost"... I mean I dont carry anything around w/ me continually, and anything I try to carry around continually gets lost in the process..
Anyway we really only have 6 more working school days until we leave for the robotics trip - YIKES!! all the preparations are starting to drive me a little nuts!! I NEED SLEEP (pets sheep) anyway.. off to grade papers, dr. appt, radioshack, gym, dinner, then maybe sleep..::sigh::
::: posted at 4:30 PM
Monday, April 21, 2003 :::
Concern
I really am concerned about someone.. I feel helpless. Really dont want to preach about it.. and really find it hard to make comments as a friend when I am also involved (or have been involved) in their life in another role. I leave this to the random winds that are the internet and the collective conciousness that exists around those who have people who care about them. I have watched people fall into potholes (not pits or places that cant easily be seen or dug out of), but potholes.. a place where it is not aweful to be, but I would much rather see them not..
I am a strong believer in enjoying life as it comes to you. I struggled a lot when I was younger.. if anyone wants the story I will tell them, but lets just say it involves a lot of being shuffled around, a foster family, and some not so wonderful things.. So I try to appreciate everything and everyone who comes into my life and brightens it. The most wonderful gift you can give someone is knowledge, but a close second is a smile.
When a friend makes statments like: " i know. i just happen to not like staying sober if there's an alternative" and in response to a statement like I enjoy life so much w/o any assistance.. and my ultimate hope for anyone I care about is that they can find something in their life that makes them happy w/o needing a chemical... I get a response of "i get that. i just happen to like my drugs" ...concern...
A smile for those of you who make me smile, a hug for those who need it.. concern for those who concern me.
::: posted at 8:42 PM
