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I found a surprise this morning!

Someone is going to have babies... I'm so excited :)

Bye-Bye Banner, Hello Blue

I have had my last day working for Banner. This has been a place where I have worked for over 5 years. But more important than those years are the things that I have learned in those years. I was raised in my career there... from the bottom to the top and young to the old. I started as a Nurse Assistant and left with a taste of being a Charge Nurse. As an NA I began with the babies- in the nursery helping with feedings, newborn testing and circumcisions. I loved it. There is something so candid about babies, unlike any other thing in this world. As an RN I'm exiting the hospital on a unit where our clientele is old, old, old. Plenty of co-morbidities that make for fantastic learning, and lots of authenticity that make for good soul shaping. The old is unique, full of knowledge and wisdom I like to suck up sitting at their bedside with them. There's too much going on in the world today to make people like these anymore. I'm going to miss those old, sweet people that wonder why you rush, that used to use ice boxes and wash their own clothes by hand, really-really cook, and don't know how to use the computer or cell phone very well. People that stay married for 60 plus years. My sweet old men and spunky old women... even those confused ones. Love them. Now I am and will be at places with the in-between. I will still get some of the old for sure, thankfully... they will be good for touching up my soul. Did I mention that I absolutely love being a Nurse? I hope you can tell... I really do. What's really bizarre is I have always wanted to work for a Plastic Surgeon when I was younger, and I went into Nursing wanting to be a Perioperative Nurse. Someone has planted this seed in me long, long ago and its blossoming by destiny.

I was offered a fabulous job where a Nurse was needed and I don't know how I fell into it... I will be working for 4 Vascular Surgeons who hold a great reputation in addition to my talented Plastic Surgeon. I feel very blessed to be the one chosen for this. I am going from hospital to office. Mom's going Monday through Friday, normal hours... weekends off! The boys and I will finally have consistency. I will never have to miss another game/tournament or diss the Sunday paper because of work. I'm off to the new. I'm starting to fall for the blue. It's kind of hectic with all the multi-tasking, risk and sterility that goes on... but there's a calming peace I feel about the whole thing that I'm drawn to. Plus... I think surgeons are some of the most brilliant people. They awe me and I really respect them... except when they whistle. I love watching them and their work. I am glad, and thankful to be where I am. This is where I'm supposed to be.

I will miss where I'm coming from, and all of the special people I worked with. I am coming from a unit full of strong nurses and great staff that have taught me nothing but the best, thank you-thank you.

I will also miss the signs that people put up without fully paying attention to them.

I will miss the chuckle I get when I wonder who is using the criticaid and baby wipes that sit in the staff bathroom.

I will also miss the salmon in the cafeteria that was oddly delicious.

What I won't miss is the number game... and yay, I don't have to retire with an anxiety disorder.

I am excited for this new journey, so excited! I need to finish my post and put myself to bed for my first day of training tomorrow though... so I will make it snappy with a few more things. I heard someone say once that there is one thing that is certain in life and that is change. Change is good. Since it's always going to be there you better roll with it and embrace it. Explore the doors that open and come your way... you never know why your put there and where it may lead to. I am truly thankful for every bit of Banner... and excited to roll with the blue... Good-night!

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PS- Here's a card I found my very last day with a great message on it. I wrote a love note in it to my old staff and got a beautiful handmade butterfly bookmark from the gift shop... just to remember you all.

Time to See the Great

The Grim Reaper was lingering around here a little while back. He hit us with two whammies. We are doing much better now.

My loyal Miniature Shnauzer went past her time, it was time. It was time long ago and it was me that held on grasping at little reasons why she's got more time. It's hard, harder than I really thought. I help people with making that decision in the hospital with their dear human loved ones. Here I was... couldn't listen to my own ethical teachings, even about a dog. I didn't realize what I was doing until I heard the 4th shpeel from someone about putting her down. It's hard to listen when you have that bond, we adored each other. You want to hang on and savor everything you can. She wasn't my girl I knew anymore though. She smelled, that old rotten smell... even after sharing my personal expensive Kenra washes with her. She was blind. Her hearing was about gone. She just layed around and barely ate. I even think she aspirated during a bath. I think I got every inch. I was dipping into replacing those good old years we had together with these... you shouldn't do that, danger zone. I had a false code I guess I will tell you about. I came home after work one day without her greeting me. She can't hear but can usually feel the vibration of the door slamming shut. My death-dar was a bit sensitive as she had a poor appetite and vomited recently. I went in my room to find her in her spot by my bed. I called her name- really, really loud because I didn't see any rise and fall of her doggy chest. She didn't move. I touched her and she still didn't move. I dropped my things and ran out of my room bawling, saying I'm not ready for this. I sat at my island with my tears hitting the counter. I didn't know what I was going to do and I couldn't stand the thought of picking up her dead body. No one answered their phone. I went back into my room after the failed calls, still crying, to take another look at her. She raised her head. My dramatic scene was all for nothing but knowing it's now time. Benny knew it was her time too. I found this in his backpack along with a note of how he loves my nachos I don't ever remember making him. I love you Ten-Ten.

Let me interpret this Benny-ese.

My dog is blind. And she is lazy. And she is nice. My dog is fury. And she has a black nose.

My girlfriend offered to help her to the other side. We gave her her favorite dinner the night before, the boys made it... with love and tears. We all sat together in the living room before bed, in a love nest the boys had made on the floor. They kissed her stinky head. We prayed and asked Jesus that when he takes her from us if he could please play with her and let her run again and see. Sergeant stink got patchy. He gets these red blotches when he's really upset trying to hold it in. We lost a very dear member of our family the next day, but Heaven gained a gem to play with. As if this couldn't get any harder we get another whammy.

I heard a gasping, forced whale down the hall coming from my Sergeant. In that split second I thought the next thing I was going to see was a gusher for sure needing medical attention... we are about due for one of those actually. He ran to me, not even looking at me and just grabbed and clenched on to me. I held him and felt his deep gasping continuing as he cries, "My fish is dead mom, he's floating. I don't know what happened." All I could say in that moment to my little man who rarely cries is how sorry I was. It didn't help, not much could. This was his very first pet that was solely his and something only he took care of, very good care of. He loved that Betta. Benny was a bit teary eyed as well, I think that was from seeing his big brother so hurt. We have never seen him like this. We all hugged. I took Betta out and put him in a gift card tin so Stink could see him for closure. It was a Betta viewing. S. Stink took his finger to touch him and rubbed part of the scales off. That made his sobbing escalate for a second- icky, bad idea, sorry honey. He got his closure, I saw him briefly grief for the very first time. He told his friends about it very openly at the Science Center and that's when I knew he was doing a bit better. He got a new Betta... a fancy crown tailed Betta. He had expectations of the old fish displaced onto the new. Maybe it was too soon. I coached him along though, telling him to give the new fish a little time. We all need time in a new place. Sure enough with a little time and patience the new Betta was swimming in and out of his toy and fanning his tail when Stink came to the tank.

Death can be a beautiful thing... We got to experience that in our very own home with Pursie. I'm glad I finally got it before it was too late, and we were able to spend the last night together as a family... getting that dignified ending in her life she deserved. She was the best dog, loyal through all of our family's experiences. We will miss you sweet girl, kisses.

Chel-Fish

I have so much built up to write about... and not enough quality time with my keyboard. Adagio goes my blog posting rhythm... it's summer-time. I am trying to keep those dear boys of mine busy. Tonight though I am having a short date with my dear keyboard I have craved. The topic is of a valued friend of mine I just love... I really enjoyed spending some time with her as she visited my hawt State.

Chelsea loves Jesus, her family, the people around her, odd old music, her sweet son, and cooking. I share some of those same loves and we shared some together this past week. We played a rushed game of TV's "Chopped" in my kitchen on a busy day. I had built up enthusiasm to see one of my best friends, a houseful of 7 children, basketball practice in 60 minutes, and a partridge in a pear tree. Ready-set-cook! Exactly 30 minutes to compete against each other and make a tasty dinner out of mystery ingredients. The egg-plant stumped me for a brief second, but I had a plan. It was all coming together... My roasted peppers and eggplant over toasted baguettes complimenting some delicious lettuce wraps filled with chicken, drenched in sweet teriyaki sauce and crunchy caramelized cashews. Yum... guess who won?! Chel-fish was close, but sorry, not close enough. If it wasn't for that eggplant scramble she frantically came up with at the very end, she may have taken the prize. I caught some anxiety at the end watching the clock, which I was late... big surprise-surprise. As I was rushing in the end putting things together Tosh.O pops up on the TV screen from my scheduled TiVO recording. I am shouting out to Stink to turn the dang thing off as Chels and I whip our creations on plates... and he suddenly doesn't remember how to work the remote. Then he turns the channel to the next recording which is no better for all the little eyes in the room, Sex and the City. Mom's dirty "after the kids go to bed" shows were exposed. My blood pressure rose, veins popped out, our scrumptious dishes got done and the TV got turned off. All in time for our 7 judges to sample and then head off to basketball practice.

Chel-fish... I just gave her this rotten name during her visit. It all started when I meant to bring chicken boullion over to her place long ago and instead I accidentally picked up fish bouillon from the grocery shelf. There really shouldn't ever be such a thing. She made fun of me so I stuck a few cubes in her undergarment drawer and mailed her a T-shirt with the "Chicken of the Sea" logo on it. I'm sure she didn't like it. She liked it as much as I liked the shirt she brought to me this visit...
I won't ever wear it... But I will certainly wear a smile when I see it.

We go way back... high-school back. We both adored Miss Britain in Spanish 'clase', telling us to sweetly turn our 'paginas' in our Spanish books. Her and I have done some silly things together in our young. We were also pregnant together and watched each other raise our families. My most favorite memory is walking in the rain with her once a long time ago. It started to sprinkle on our walk, we were close to home but stuck it out in the rain instead of turning toward home. It was fun. It poured, we were drenched and the wind blew. It was a moment she and I won't forget.

I will miss my Chel-fish. All the boys enjoyed catching up, playing Wizard 101 together and having sleep overs. We had a day of fun at some of our favorite places: The Science Museum, Pita Jungle, and Swirl-It. I had the honor of taking care of Chel-fish after her surgery she had here. She had the honor of helping my old girl get to a better place (much needed)... Thank you... I love you... will certainly miss you...

Dry Tears

The babes are getting big... they will always be my babes to me, always. Teeth are wiggly, email addresses are made (parental controls on), moments alone outside, pets, and... a girlfriend. The independence has started with them.

Let's tackle the easy first: pets. Stink started it with a fish. A good chosen betta that has now lived for over a year. Benny wanted to step it up and get a pet bird after seeing the ease of the Mr. Betta. I tried the thought, just couldn't do it. We had everything ready but the actual bird and I had to back out... I knew I would be the sucker caring for it and this was about them and responsibility, so... no. Benny got his very own Mr. Betta... lessons were taught on tank maintenance not being too clean or dirty, they are getting it and doing very well.

The girl.s. My boys are way too handsome, I know. Benny has got the hair, skin, and heart of gold... Stink has the drive and swagger. I will be seeing it all I know. It has begun! It really started last year with Stink. This girl who was into hair, socks, belts and as much as you can get into with school uniform. Stink really liked her... but he came home and told me one day she is "giving up". This year he told me she's into 3rd graders. So-be-it, he moved on to the smarty in the class who liked him. He got teased by Benny because she wore glasses, which brought out a defensive bone in Stink. Then she told Stink she was a vegetarian and he crossly told me he caught her eating chicken nuggets at lunch-time. Then someone caught his eye and heart. Here is what she wrote:

She gave him a pillow, picture, and phone number. So we framed the picture (heart frame) and he called her. I along with anyone else who touched this pillow she gave him was chewed out, I felt the hostility when he set the boundaries. I accidentally ripped it and he ripped me... sorry honey. He asked for my culinary favors of having her over for dinner the very day after school... but we started with a short afternoon play-date and I Incorporated her favorite snack per Stink, Pirates Booty. It is cute... she is sweet. Pretty, smart and gets dirty playing soccer with the boys. I see why she caught your attention my boy. I love you and I hope you won't accept anything but the absolute best and set the example for brother bear- as his first experience is right around the corner. Be a respectful gentlemen at heart. My job just got tougher. I wasn't expecting this starting at age 8... but I guess it comes with territory of having cute and amazing boys. I (heart) you along with all the other girls, your Aunty, and whoever else comes to meet you... ;)

Love,

Your protective, guiding and supportive Mumz

Je t'aime

It's here! My family and I are at such a sweet and special place together, the three of us. We are tight, bonded, honest, and open... and I feel unbreakable, and so very thankful for that. It's amazing when your minus certain muck what values in you mature, when you can be you. I thought I would never think this but it's one of the best things that's ever happened to me. True happiness is developing. I've never felt so balanced and so good on the in and out about myself. It's within everyone and I have found it. :) We will always have trials ahead of us just as the rest, but it's our created Foundation we have as our strength and at the end of the day to hold it all together and help us smile. I'm in love with what we are creating! So in love I wanted to have some pictorial memories of our state. Here is a thirty pic sample from our family photos courtesy of talented DK (plug below):

What also holds things together is the humor in this household. There were a few things in this photo shoot I would like to share. We are missing important hair... but I don't think you can tell thanks to a good forming creme and brush pencil. S. Stink decided to give himself a new-do with his desk scissors in the very middle of class nonchalantly... two days before our pictures with two chops in the front. Thankfully Miss Alicia, Stink's stylist, did some magic blending and teaching of how to cover this up. Then I, at the end of some ten hour work day find myself waxing my eyebrows... which is not an attempt a tired mom should ever partake in. Then I noticed too much hair on the muslin strip after the great and painful pull. There went pretty much the width of the left. Arg. I don't care though, we look good, and what's an event without a story anyway?! There's a solution to all.

Which brings me back to my story. Benny and Stink got quite fresh with mom during the photography session and our sweetest moments were captured. Some of them... Stink's admiring eyes he always gives me as he looks up at me, and his favorite spot on my lap, my favorite spot on his face. Benny's head on my shoulder as he is in deepest thought, his wondering stares and loving arms. The best for last... the purest darn kisses!!!!


Je t'aime... I love me... I love us...

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Happy Mother's Day

I have this old book that I eyed recently sitting on one of my shelves. I pulled it and have been reading little tid-bits with the boys during our family dinners at the table. The book is called " 50 Things That Really Matter." So here it goes...

Wisdom, Warm Spring Days, Memories, Honest Work, Faith, Bubble Baths, Passion, Puppies, The Sounds of Music, Seashells, Candlelight, Saying "I Love You", Saying " I'm Sorry", Flowers, Motherhood, A Good Book, Kindness, Afternoon Naps, Friends, Thunderstorms, Sad Movies, Family, Gratitude, Quiet Time, Independence, Imagination, Contentment, Milestones, Hugs, Sunrise, A Child's Art, The Smell of a New Baby, Romance, Holidays, Trust, Sympathy, Holding Hands, Charity, Summer Nights, Old Dogs, Family Dinners, A Good Cup of Coffee, Curiosity, A Sense of Wonder, Hope, Companionship, Home, Butterflies, Courage, You...

I remember of a time when I lacked some of these. Going through this book again I had realized that I have experienced all of these but one and continually developing some of it. How grateful I am and what a wise book. I came to this realization after reading the chapters and imaging my own I could write from my background. I would like to switch the Good Cup of Coffee to Tea, Earl Grey style please. My lacking here is of a puppy, I have the precious old dog... but maybe someday the other.

In honor of Mother's Day this brings me to my very personal fave chapter of this book: Motherhood. What I feel is the true blessing of the blessed. My most favorite job of all-time, hands-down. I am ridiculously, crazy in love with my children and this blessing. Being a mother is an artsy balance which can easily consume you. It's so important to me for many reasons to have the little somethings that I have of my own. I personally really need that. It not only makes me a better mom but creates a unique craving, value and respect between my boys and I that we share. It's healthy. D asked me what I wanted to do for Mother's Day in advance, sweet boy. I asked him what he thought. He told me that since I cook dinner for us we should go out to eat for Mother's Day. So I thought about it and proposed something a tad more meaningful. Going out to eat is over-rated and frankly often a bore was what came to me in a silent thought. It was a collaborated plot by the mom and babes for a memorable Mother's Day and the outcome... The boys are going to make mom dinner. This came with lots of surprises. What wasn't a surprise was D's response. Stink, the anti-kitchen kid was keen on Mother's Day but certainly not too keen on this whole cooking idea presented by the unlovely look on his face. My Benny was in sheer delight. So guess who developed a stomach ache when it came time to cook Mother's Day Dinner? S. Stink. I was mad... he knew. He ended up spotting that unlovely look now worn on my face and helped his brother a little with the pizza. He did this by dumping garlic on a piece or two of the pizza dough. Mom luckily chose that piece of pizza so I could tackle him and smother him with post dinner garlic kisses- which heck yes I did. It was a sweet release of our innocent mutual tension. Benny and Stink jolly and jointly made a strawberry cake and decorated it with Mom's favorite colors, pink and yellow. It was so good and so pink that the boys made mom eat most of it and double her work-outs for the next week. Then mom felt bad. S. Stink's tummy ache turned out to be one doozy of a GI virus that required TLC, oatmeal baths, naps, crackers and Gatorade over the next few days. True mothering I wouldn't have traded, and we both ate that stuff up. The boys gave me their usual homemade Mother's Day presents, which are still so near and dear to my heart... truly the best! It made me drag out my "special box". It's a box filled with cherished pictures, cards, notes, small gifts and tangible things I have received and stored out of meaning (it's getting big btw). The boys enjoyed going through it and seeing all of the things they have made in past Mother's Days. I shared and showed them their "special box" they have of their very own. They appreciated it- but will appreciate it far more in the later years of their life. I love them, oh how I just totally love them. Ben-Tenny and I decided on number 51 of things that really matter: Balloons.







This just proves that the very best things in life are free... Then we decided the next best things you can find are at Michael's. :)