I have tonight off work, and my sister in law Meegan was crazy enough--I mean kind enough--to watch the Mimi overnight tonight. Brian will be out at a meeting until late tonight, so a traditional date night is slightly out of the question. I'm thinking I'll bake some cookies, watch random things on Netflix, and spin more yarn. Currently I'm trying to spin enough lace weight yarn for a cardigan. 600 yards down, much more to go!
In other news, I joined Ravelry, but have no idea what to do there. Any tips?
Sunday, March 29, 2009
Friday, March 27, 2009
Irony
Last week, one of the nurses who works in ICU was ill enough to be hospitalized on our floor. Being a nurse himself, he had several more questions than your average patient, and made the nurse taking care of him telephone the doctor several times in order to get them all answered.
"Co-workers make the worst patients!" she finally blurted out in exasperation--twenty minutes before she herself had a small seizure at the nurse's station.
Hope they're both feeling better when I work tonight!
"Co-workers make the worst patients!" she finally blurted out in exasperation--twenty minutes before she herself had a small seizure at the nurse's station.
Hope they're both feeling better when I work tonight!
Friday, March 13, 2009
Chocolate-covered baby
Last Wednesday was Shirley's first birthday. I know some parents do full-out birthday parties for their one year olds complete with guests, etc, but we're not "some parents." (They've been canceling my shifts at work lately, so we're much more broke than these possibly-mythical "other people's parents.")
So I baked cupcakes, we sang Happy Birthday to her and then proceeded to photograph her reaction to oodles of refined sugar. (You'll have to imagine the ecstatic baby squeals throughout this process.)
So I baked cupcakes, we sang Happy Birthday to her and then proceeded to photograph her reaction to oodles of refined sugar. (You'll have to imagine the ecstatic baby squeals throughout this process.)
"What's this, Mom? It doesn't come in a jar labeled "Gerber," so I'm not sure I recognize it."
"Oh well, anything this gooey can't possibly be bad!"
"No one told me food could taste this good! What have you been feeding me the rest of the year?"
"Is this what you mean by the words "sugar rush?" I think I like it!"
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