Sunday Sunday la la la la la

Home from worky work relaxing in the j's waiting for the big J to get home from Edmore is when I snapped this all time classic photo of Katie and I.  She hates her picture taken... and even looks a little devilish.  For some reason the editing software doesn't recognize those big beadies as eyes.  It won't red eye correct her :(

Moment of win today:

A 76 year old patient called me a cougar!  LOL!  Then his wife said, "I could see that!"  Oh my gosh!  I never though I would hear that from someone over 50!

Saturday

What is to say about Saturday...?  I wasn't with Kelly and the girls in her hot tub... guess that's part of another life now... I was at work.  On the way home Jeramie and I had an interesting conversation that is shown in the picture.  I said farewell to this day with a glass of wine.

win moment

Here's Jeramie's contribution for the day (the pearly whites he's always asking for).

My win moment for the day... having my patient kiss my good by/thank you during his discharge to home.  I'd only known him for a little less than four hours.  What a sweetie :)

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Here's Jeramie's contribution to this year in pictures.  I was cuddled up on the couch waiting for him to finish his homework.  I thought we could have some "we" time, but sadly by the time he was done it was midnight.  I was done for the day. 

On other notes, I'm feeling restless.  I looked at the calendar and figured that's about right.  I've been home for a little over a year.  I think of packing up and going on a travel assignment often.  It's always easier to run than stay at home to fight the battles that cannot be won.  My big blue tubs have been sitting in my basement with a various a sundry of objects from my travel experiences since I've been back.  I've picked things out here and there that I've needed.  I've never really committed myself to staying by actually emptying them, that is until yesterday.  I literally had to have the thought, "I'm not going traveling again...so I might as well pack other stuff in here."  Traveling was definitely a 'moment of win' for me.  There is just something magical about starring up in the sky on an Arizona night knowing that this maybe one of only a few times that you will be right there.  Freedom feels yours.  The possiblities are endless.  Afterall you live above it all in those moments.  Three months...that's the only commitment.  For those three months no one can beat you down, overwork, or under appreciate you enough to make your life any more perfect than it already is... because after those 90 days... you are off to another adventure... and what is more freeing than knowing you have another choice?

Day 9

I was going to fill this blog with morose drivel about disappointment and defeat as that was my overwhelming feeling and mood yesterday.  As I post yesterday's post today (Please don't be confused.  The posting date is yesterday but I'm writing it today), I am determined to remember that I choose it all.  That despite the gloomy clouds, unpaid bills, less than satisfying work atmosphere, self sabotage, feelings of inadequacy, unconscious, careless and sometimes hurtful acts of others I make the life I live.  Rather than dwell on the past and hurt, I'm going to decide upon something different.  This year is the year that I choose other things despite the consequences.  I know change is hard for everyone.  Unfortunately I've been sacrificing what is potentially good for me in order to not rock the boat.  I'm happy to report that regardless of the history that I may have with these individuals or habits, I'm electing something else.  If for no other reason than this doesn't work.  There is my declaration.  Now here comes the truth... are you ready? 

Day 8

Jeramie obviously didn't want to be included in today's post.  We were hanging out on the couch after the gym watching Paranormal State... you can't see my piggies but they were cute ;)  He's right.  I should do them earlier in the day.  Blogging just seems to be a nice ending to my day. 

my boy (day 7 for the blogging escapade)

As this year of blogging starts to unfold, it seems to be leading me in the direction of love (see above picture).  It just seems right to include everyone I love :)  Who knows, this may include you!  Farley and my story begins when I tried to pull him out of crate in the Orlando airport.  He had been flown to me by a breeder in Texas, Waco to be exact (certainly this should have been some kind of sign to me.  Unfortunatley I was blissfully unaware as usual.)  Since then he's lived with me in Florida, Michigan, Arizona and Virginia.  He has been my protector from evil tickling, wrestling boyfriends, and a constant companion since 1998.  He even outlasted my husband.  There is no love like Farley's crazy love.  Love you boy!