Archive for January, 2009
I LOVE new fabric. I can’t get enough. Its definitely one of my many obsessions…I got a bunch of new fabrics…here take a peek (not included in this post are the girly fabrics for a baby girl quilt…see next post)
Not sure if you noticed…but I LOVE LOVE LOVE anything with elephants and birds. And lately I am loving cute little hippos too 🙂 Itching to get some sewing done!!!
Just a glimpse….here are the fabrics I am thinking of:
I’m not sure how these will all get put together, but I have some ideas 🙂 That part is secret for now!
As I begin working on the quilt, I will post some little hints of its progress. I’m hoping to start on it this weekend if I get a chance.
Why did I take a pic at 6:20 am while getting ready to board the T?! Well, I guess I was looking to capture my new morning routine. Hopping on the T at the crack of dawn to get to MGH by 7. Note the lack of crowds. The lack of any hustle and bustle. I kinda like it this way. Just the sound of the train screeching over the tracks, an overhead speaker announcing the arrival of the train, the smell of rubber and metal mixed with coffee and popcorn…the fresh stack of “The Metro” newspapers waiting to be read, a few dozen strangers silently beginning their day. Some read The Metro, others(like me) read their own books. Some like to listen to their ipods and then there are the people that just sit and stare, either in a daze, or people watching. Though it sounds fabulous (not!), and is cheaper and beats sitting in traffic on 93 South…I’m pretty darn glad I only have a couple more days of T riding before I move onto evenings and nights.
So…tomorrow is the big day! Back to Phillips House 21 at MGH. Back to wearing scrubs and clogs to work…a stethescope around the neck. Back to vitals and I&Os. Morning rounds. Family meetings. Back to needing a boost, hanging IVs, a crowded med closet, counting narcotics and discharge planning. And on to some new things such as hanging blood, and CHEMO!! PICCs, central lines, portacaths. Peripheral lines, and blood draws. STAT labs and code blues. Its exciting and overwhelming at the same time. I’m looking forward to that invisible badge of honor that comes with being a nurse. Its something I’m pretty proud of. We do something that most people say they “couldn’t do”. Its scary too…the weight of responsibilty that comes with caring for sick people. The responsibility of keeping our patients safe, comfortable, in control, happy…the responsibility of earning the respect and trust of family members. But regardless of the nervous feelings I have, I am mostly excited to begin. A new chapter in my life. It feels like a natural progression. It feels like the right time. And that everything just fell into place very easily. Like it was meant to be. Being a strong believer in fate…I like the way it all feels. So I am here, scrubs are washed, dried and folded. New shoes and a new stethescope ready to go. I’m ready. whew. here we go!
“oh no Mom, it all fell out of your powder box. you need to go to the store to buy more, huh?” (he his referring to my deoderant that broke apart all over the floor…where he got powder box is beyond me!)
This was taken a week or two ago…right before Christmas…hence the adorable Peanuts Christmas shirt Jack is wearing 🙂 I went outside to let the dog pee…and as I usually do in this freezing cold, I left the boys inside (door unlocked ALWAYS since I learned the hard way TWICE when Jack was younger)…well, when I came inside, Jack ran away and hid. I knew something was up. When I found him he was holding a pen. Of course I immediately noticed the lovely tattoo Jack gave himself on his forehead. No harm no fowl. Usual Jack stuff. At least he didn’t write on the walls right? Thats when it really s*cks. When there is permanent Sharpie marker on the couch, or rug, or wood furniture. Yeah, thats when mom gets a little upset. And even still I’m pretty calm cool and collected….so a little pen on the forehead doesn’t make me more than hide a little giggle. And then I walked into the living room and saw Ben…smiling…with pen all over his face. First instinct “Jackson Robert what did you do?!!?!?!” and then again I had to hide my smile and motherly pride of their first brotherly trouble making. And yes, we know, Ben had NOTHING to do with it. But the little devil had a sneaky grin on that cute little face of his like he really KNEW what rascals they had been. Notice the pen Jack is STILL holding in his hands. And Ben cuddling up to his big bro. Never thought these types of things would make me beam with pride for my two boys. Talk to me in 10 years. I’m sure it will be QUITE another story! But for now, a little pen tattoo never hurt anyone…