For The Guys

This is something that was passed around at work for kicks, and to be quite honest, it's really mostly for the guys. Enjoy!

10 Reasons To Love A Nurse!

1. No body part scares me
2. Defibrillation. . . .I can thrill you with 1 touch!
3. I'm used to working at night
4. Who else will ever encourage you to pass gas?
5. I've flipped bigger people than you in bed
6. No dinner conversation will ever gross me out
7. DRUGS. . . .I know them all
8. We have a code for every color - even brown!
9. I know the proper way to tie you to a bed
10. Hit the right button and I'll come quickly

Field Trip!

On Friday Thumper was scheduled to go to the Corvette plant with one of his classes. He had signed me up to go with him, and actually I was really excited to go. For some reason he sometimes thinks that cars bore me. I tried to explain to him that really that's just a stereotype that society has put on women, because you know that women really only care about shoes and handbags!

He told me to be awake and ready by 8:00 AM so I set my alarm a little earlier than that, just to be safe. I assumed that meant that the bus was leaving at 8:30 AM. After playing fiddle-faddle-foo all morning, we headed to the school only to find that the bus had been gone for about a half hour already. On the way back to Thumper's house we passed the bus headed for the interstate. Normally I might have tried to chase them down, but I was quickly halted by a red light just before making a u-turn. So it was that we headed back to Thumper's house.

It was early and so Thumper jumped online trying to find something to do. In the meantime I laid down for a catnap till he called my name from the computer room. He asked if I was interested in going offroading in the truck, another thing he often thinks disinterests me because I'm a girl. I'd been waiting these last 8 months that we had been dating for him to take me offroading so I jumped at the chance to finally go. We played on Google Earth and Mapquest for awhile making sure our directions we correct and then headed to Beasley Knob located somewhere in northern Georgia.

Surprisingly we didn't have any problem finding the place, but were disappointed to find that the trails were closed due to the recent rainfall. Along the way Thumper showed me the river, and the dam, and explained to me how they use the water to make electricity. At one point along the river he stopped, stood on top of the Yota, and took the picture posted above. I was beautiful and cold!

So since Plan-A fell through the cracks, Plan-B went swiftly into effect. Thumper had remembered going to a little town with his dad that he said was set up like it was Switzerland. As we drove around the surroundings seemed more and more familiar to Thumper so he got on the horn and called his dad who said we weren't far from the little town Thumper had been telling me about. So we drove up the mountain and then down the mountain, the most twisty, curvy road I've ever been on, until we arrive in Helen, GA.

It was just as he had described. All the buildings looked like they were right out of a storybook, and everything was decorated for Christmas which made it just that more picturesque. We did some shopping, and walked around till the sun went down, then Thumper drove us home.

We had our own field trip which was a million times better than any trip to the Corvette plant. What could be better than spending the day under the mountains, and the blue winter sky, and driving along the river in a blue Toyota pick-up truck with the man you love?

Memphis or Bust!

Have you ever been afraid of losing something? When I was little I had a ragdoll my Great Grandmother gave me for my first birthday. Her name was Raga Baby and she went everywhere with me. If we went to the grocery store she went with me. If we went to the gas station she went with me. If I went to a friend's house for a sleepover, she was tucked in my overnight bag under a pair of underwear. And when I went away to college, she came with me, and can still be found in my bedroon closet, perched on the shelf for safe keeping.

I remember one time I lost Raga Baby, or at least I thought I did. I must have been 7 or 8 years old, but I cried like I was 2. I remember my mom had sat me down and told me that I was too old to be dragging Raga Baby out in public and I needed to find a safe place to keep her, a place where I knew she would be. The safest place I could think of was under my pillow and so that's where she was. But I didn't remember this. All I could think of was being out at the store and she was with me, and now she wasn't. I imagined her lying on the dirty linoleum floor at the supermarket and here I was at home without her. Mom had everyone in the family tear the house apart looking for her. Hours later as I frantically stripped the blankets off my bed for the fifth time, I saw her lying there under my pillow, and was filled with relief.

Now that I'm older it seems so silly that I was so scared to lose something as simple as a ragdoll. As we mature our fears mature as well and suddenly we're scared of things that really matter or make a difference in this life.

Yesterday as I rode in the mail truck beside Thumper he started telling me about a job opportunity that had come his way. Since he graduated back in May he's been sending his resume to numerous companies hoping to find a job that has all the qualities he's looking for. He's talked about job possibilities before but today was different. His voiced sounded so hopeful. He had received a callback from a company who was wanting him to send them some of his design drawings. He went on to tell me that the job is only a 3 month contract, but it would be good experience and would look good on his resume. The other catch is that the job is in Memphis, TN.

When he said this my heart jumped up into my throat. The thought of him being away for 3 months kills me. And it's not that I don't want him to get the job. I find myself struggling between praying that he gets it, and wishing that he could just stay here with me. I want him to be happy. I suppose I'm just being selfish.

For the first time in almost 17 years I feel scared like I did when I couldn't find Raga Baby. I suppose that seems like a silly comparison but maybe it's fitting to me because I remember how I felt when I lost her and although I was only 7 or 8 years old that was one of the worst feelings I can remember.

I've heard men say there's always something better out there than what you have - someone who can treat you better, someone who looks better, someone who can make you happier. I know what it's like to be the person on the back burner, the person who knows there's someone else. I guess it all boils down to being satisfied with what you have or just being lucky enough to have found someone who fills all your holes. I don't think I could have found a better match for myself then Thumper. I've never been happier in my whole life. But what if he doesn't feel that way?

I cried last night. I thought about everything and played what-if until I had myself all upset. I've never been so afraid of losing something as I am of losing him. I'm afraid to be alone again.