"A rose by any other name would smell as sweet..." Shakespere

Between school, work, and home,
I have discovered a new level of fatigue.
Yes, "Exhaustion" is my new middle name.
But that's alright with me.
I kinda like the sound of it...
If you add a french accent it sounds quite elegant,
Ex haus Sion...
Well, OK, maybe not...

Moral of the story...
Hang in there, America,
Don't give up...
I heard 70 people applied for this job!
70!

I guess I'll stick with the "Queen of Scream,"
although the "Princess of Pricks and Pokes" has a nice "sting" to it.
Then again, perhaps something simple like, "The Evil One" would be best.
It's fitting.

Today a little fellow that had received shots last week came in with his baby brother,
I didn't recognize him at first...

That's right I stick small people with needles, inflicting pain and suffering, only to forget the little angels later.

Yes, it's a sick, sick world...no pun intended...

Anyway, I noticed that he kept looking at me funny and
he wouldn't follow his Mom into the room.
Then I realized why...
poor thing...
He looked like some frightened little animal trying desperately to evade a predator.

Finally, he slowly inched into the room only to climb into a cabinet and hide!
How sad is that!
Small children now shudder at the sight of me and hide!!!

Yes, disney villians everywhere,
so sorry,
but you have just been ousted by a nurse with a needle!

MU HA HA HA

"All's Well " by William A. Quayle

My heart,

The sun hath set.
Night path's
With dews are wet.

Sleep comes
Without regret;
Stars rise
When sun is set.

All's well.
God loves thee yet,
Heart, smile,
Sleep sweet, nor fret.

Whether you turn to the right or to the left, your ears will hear a voice behind you, saying, "This is the way; walk in it."Isaiah 30:21

Lord, please help me discover who I am to be.

For years I was a daughter, granddaughter, student, friend;

then I was a wife. The student wife became the nurse.

The nurse became the caretaker.

The caretaker then became a mother.

The mother and caretaker became the teacher.

Always trying to be a friend. Filling my days with the love and passion that comes from you. I had it all figured out... or so I thought. Serving in our church and community, I felt your guidance and your pleasure. Never have you left me in joy or in pain.

Now, I find it is time to rediscover myself. Who am I? Where am I going? What do I need to be about? Prayerfully there will be many years ahead. Plant your vision in me, please.... "For what does it matter if I gain the world and lose my soul." Indeed, it matters. Is it possible for me to bumble through this life and miss it... Please give me a clarity and a vision for your purpose. Give me the strength, energy, passion and devotion to accomplish it. For my friends and family I ask for this same direction and guidance...Help us all bring You here until we are all home again with You...May we have the peace of knowing we walk with You.

"Dogs have owners; cats have staff...." Enough said...

This is for Baby Girl. She wants a blog about cats. Since we are insane enough to have 5 in addition to various other critters, I shall oblige.

Heaven Hear Us...

Precious Jesus, there is a child missing tonight. Please send your angels to guard this little one. Hide him in the shadow of your wings... Father, at school today I learned another student died this weekend. This is the second student death this year. Three families with aching hearts; You and only You can heal, sustain, and cover these hurting ones with your peace. May Your Holy Spirit rain down comfort. Look after our lost, hurting, and needy. See us; hear us and have mercy. Thank you.

Running Around Miracles...

Twelve plus hours of running... somewhat disgruntled by the end of the shift we jokingly question each other,"Are we having fun yet?" "No!" is the sing-song chorus. Until that poor, frenzied nurse from the E.R. calls for our ultrasound.
There is a code down there; someone has died. They are working feverishly to resurrect a body...suddenly I am so grateful for my job.
Labor and delivery can be very stressful, yes , but most of the time it's happy. I tend to say, when it's good, it's very, very good and when it's bad it's horrid! A nightmare actually which uninvited seems to force itself into our day. Outwardly, we move calmly , fluidly, expertly through the crisis...inside moments fly, the mind races and there is that familiar and unwelcome sinking feeling in your gut.
Yes, labor and delivery can run you ragged at times but nothing beats the high of a delivery...nothing... It is a miracle every time.