tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41661506320837343072024-03-14T07:16:27.307-05:00my fear of moths and other thingsI have an unnatural fear of moths i'd say, i'm terrified of them.You think that's odd? I find going through the drive-through at McDonalds an awkward and uncomfortable experience which i refuse to do. This is me and this is my lifeKhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.comBlogger54125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-72751977201514779092009-02-21T15:42:00.000-05:002009-02-21T15:44:30.110-05:00darn cute baby<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirfRvRfhAq_D2EePBPr0zOVNuRJjQDrB3aP4Jp3tjBYwwvfY3SZVqrDDsKX4ivKmcVmG28rSwxrlZi-I7jioEqMrutaD45pWvDJcy0MyacJ1q7Zaz5xDnDYY0tHobfL39-hu7lPsRn_aHU/s1600-h/IMG_3646.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5305354246852812994" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEirfRvRfhAq_D2EePBPr0zOVNuRJjQDrB3aP4Jp3tjBYwwvfY3SZVqrDDsKX4ivKmcVmG28rSwxrlZi-I7jioEqMrutaD45pWvDJcy0MyacJ1q7Zaz5xDnDYY0tHobfL39-hu7lPsRn_aHU/s400/IMG_3646.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-14619666281046030432009-01-30T01:33:00.005-05:002009-01-30T04:27:12.086-05:00the randomness of it allit's a new year and a new me! my new year's resolutions are to blog regularly, finish all my projects in a timely fashion, get at least 8 hours of sleep every night and to always hang my clothes up after wearing....ok not really. actually all of that is a total lie. i've never been one for new year's resolutions. they require to much effort.<br /><br /><br /><br />i will however, attempt to keep up the blog a bit better.<br /><br /><br /><br />since last i blogged many things have happened in my life...not important enough to remember them all but the big stuff were james' baptism, thanksgiving in cranberry with the fam, going back to seattle before christmas and then getting snowed in the entire time, having to work on christmas for the first time in my entire life, going to NYC for new year's and then having a drunk man fall on me and take me down a flight of stairs (for which i only sprained a toe and tore the nail) and lastly had a birthday.<br /><br /><br /><br />that about sums up the last 4 months of my life. good times.<br /><br /><br /><br />i am still working on the baby blanket that i started before my godson was born...there are perhaps 4 more rows to it than there were at his baptism...which was in november...i even brought it to work with me tonight in hopes of getting some more done. not really happening.<br /><br /><br /><br />i also bought my plane ticket to Ecuador. that was pretty exciting. so this year i plan on spending a week out in the jungle on our medical trip and then another 2 weeks on vacation. no fixed plans yet on where we're going for our vacation (i have a friend from college who's going on the same trip and plans on traveling with me after) although we have some promising leads.<br /><br />i had hoped to share this amazing country with my mother...she sadly rejected my offer.<br /><br />in other news which is immensely more exciting, tonight is my last night shift here at the hospital...unless of course i'd like to pick up another one in which case the powers that be would not say no. i have finally found someone to work all my night shifts and in return i am promising to work all their day shifts. the joy this brings my soul is immeasurable.<br /><br />however now i must find someone to relieve me so that i can finally go to the bathroom, something i've been trying to do since about 2am.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-38672970944036349362008-10-28T17:05:00.006-05:002008-10-28T18:07:21.146-05:00oh happy day!<div><div>i'm back! kind of. i never really left but i have been very much avoiding this blog after becoming so very frustrated with editing it. and as you can see i didn't get to far with that. however today i have some exciting news!<br /><br /><div><div>it began much like any other, quite mundane really seeing as i haven't worked in number of days. but it soon became the awesomest day ever when i got to the local harris teeter's. </div></div><br /><div>that's when i found these</div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidIRIQ3n4pr8nQ0PlHvFXbRR01mJ6N9tVFooDXAJ_L4BZDicgF0sO7RGdzYsbnIZ1JIsYSvcC5n_bywdDVUIjTiefep6iCvtYT3UGDxKTsO8R1jLRCqQndt6KrIRqmqSB5whekAS0QXpe4/s1600-h/IMG_1707.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262342897701694306" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 240px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEidIRIQ3n4pr8nQ0PlHvFXbRR01mJ6N9tVFooDXAJ_L4BZDicgF0sO7RGdzYsbnIZ1JIsYSvcC5n_bywdDVUIjTiefep6iCvtYT3UGDxKTsO8R1jLRCqQndt6KrIRqmqSB5whekAS0QXpe4/s320/IMG_1707.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div>"what are they?" you may ask. </div><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div>only one of God's most precious gifts to us, tomates de arbol, aka tree tomatoes, aka tamarillos</div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /> </div><div>i became addicted to them while living in Ecuador so much so that i may have even tried to smuggle them back into the country on more than one occasion. </div><div> </div><div>but that's another story, the fact is that i've been looking for these small pieces of perfection ever since i came back from Ecuador. i've been to every latino market and specialty food store in the greater DC metro area and couldn't even find anyone who know what i was talking about. then today i was in the harris teeter just perusing the fruit aisle with nothing in particular in mind when i found them!<br /></div><br /><div>They make the most amazing juice ever known to man so for the rest of the night i'm just going to sit here and sip my amazing tree tomato juice and listen to my new favorite song, "Could We Survive" by Joseph Arthur. don't worry kel, i'll bring it with me for thanksgiving.<br /></div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxhOza18OySadMzDyYVo8AzdMP3_uWOiFhOaLDfNPUeDmpSAzBC9JWFBej-MG2YsPdpc61PeTGasL8EbnfxD0mVcLIlVgWNOi0wSaIW4hVU6O-ahG0gDW-x0JgNGuCsldFOIw_f0PXR1ax/s1600-h/IMG_1716.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5262344862286665282" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 240px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 320px" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhxhOza18OySadMzDyYVo8AzdMP3_uWOiFhOaLDfNPUeDmpSAzBC9JWFBej-MG2YsPdpc61PeTGasL8EbnfxD0mVcLIlVgWNOi0wSaIW4hVU6O-ahG0gDW-x0JgNGuCsldFOIw_f0PXR1ax/s320/IMG_1716.JPG" border="0" /></a><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div><br /></div><br /><div><br /><br /><br /></div><br /><div></div></div></div>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-71322706544219440102008-08-24T00:21:00.001-05:002008-08-24T00:22:42.604-05:00i give upthis is to hard, i have no time to figure this crap out, why is this the only picture i could get up there...and why is it so oddly spaced?Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-77462558510244573032008-07-04T09:55:00.003-05:002008-07-04T10:00:36.106-05:00Happy 4th!Happy 4th of July everyone! i would post a picture but i'm at work so i really don't have access to any.<br />it's a slow day here in the PICU, not to much happening, thank goodness.<br />i just have one patient and it's not been very demanding for the last few hours. occasionally he'll wake up and try to sit bolt upright and start kicking his legs, would be no big deal except that he's intubated which means that's a very bad thing to do to his endotracheal tube. otherwise though, he just sleeps.<br />i have plans of meeting up with friends to watch the fireworks on the mall after i get out of work but it's been raining off and on all morning so i may opt out of that one.<br />as for now, i'm just going to sit here at my computer next to my patient and watch him sleep. because that's what a PICU nurse does. soooooooooooo fun.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-43373522840570081932008-06-27T08:49:00.002-05:002008-06-27T08:55:37.593-05:00this is what happens when you leave aunt katie in charge.<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFLJeO_asWwZ08R8f11xkLYkDnEDjrbuJRlvTSgmWrFdSbfvbfNsQd9Rz6738ukWE4dUvCJtXr5_oM2HB8bQpevGx37y-a8kIdCyR1UkWHShUkZ6gedShCjZ6AmHS4HA5A1d0ryFkLSph/s1600-h/IMG_0915.JPG"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5216558734510631730" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjHFLJeO_asWwZ08R8f11xkLYkDnEDjrbuJRlvTSgmWrFdSbfvbfNsQd9Rz6738ukWE4dUvCJtXr5_oM2HB8bQpevGx37y-a8kIdCyR1UkWHShUkZ6gedShCjZ6AmHS4HA5A1d0ryFkLSph/s320/IMG_0915.JPG" border="0" /></a> kelly and dan have left for the day which leaves me as the only adult around here...i promise i'll have it all cleaned up before they come home.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-8064894646491422942008-06-06T07:30:00.002-05:002008-06-06T07:33:44.031-05:00i'm awake nowso the only reason i was able to stay awake during my shift last night was that about 3 hours ago, at almost 6am, somebody extubated themselves and then decided to code on us and it became my job to crack open the code cart (something i've never had to do before) and draw up rounds of epi.<br />i'm still shaking from it.<br />and don't worry, the baby's doing ok.<br />one more week and i'm going to be turned loose on the PICU sans preceptor, hide the children.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-27160482998071820852008-05-29T23:13:00.003-05:002008-05-29T23:47:39.865-05:00remember me? i used to blog here once.so much has happened since last i blogged. multiple weddings have been attended, trips have been taken, friends reunited, family visited, and apartments cleaned...sadly i don't really remember all the details of my life since my last entry.<br /><br />i find that very sad, at 26 i no longer have a short term memory.<br /><br />once at work we had to watch this video, the precursor was that we had to watch the team in white and count the number of times they passed the basketball to the team in black, the video was all about how we get focused on the details and lose sight of the bigger picture. (in the end the whole purpose of the video was to see who could spot the man in the gorilla suit walk through the frame, beat his chest in the middle of the circle of the black and white teams throwing basketballs to each other and then walk out, we watch it twice and i never saw him) but aside from losing sight of the bigger picture i also learned the the human memory can only hold up to 7 things at any given time after that things just start falling off the list (side note, also learned that nurses are supposed to remember upwards of 20 different tasks in one hour alone.) but that explains why i can't remember anything any more...more important things are clearly taking up that previously occupied space in my brain.<br /><br />it was awesome to be back home a few weeks ago though, i do remember that. spend a little time with the fam and see my brother get married. i took not one sigle picture though, my sister took tons though so i'll just steal copies of hers, they came out better than mine ever would have anyways.<br /><br />being home made me miss the northwest even more. the air smelled clean, the people were so nice, i never once got so angry i started yelling at anyone who would listen. i really felt quite relaxed...until i started thinking about having to come back to work. i actually had a nightmare the night before i left. i dreamt that not only did i leave my patient at work, but i didn't tell anyone and for some reason i had to leave the hospital and then i was in the back of a van driving somewhere to get something when i thought "i should really have mentioned that i was leaving to one of the other nurses." i was so stressed out in my dream and even when i woke up that i had just walkedd off the floor of the ICU and hadn't told anyone. even now when i think about that dream it stresses me out. it's just not done in the ICU, you can't even go to the bathroom without making sure someone is covering your patient.<br /><br />i am learning a lot in the PICU, a lot. (another culprit for the lost memories.) i can hardly remember my life before the ICU.<br />it has created such a source of stress in my life i find myself constantly clenching my jaw now and ending up with these tension headaches pretty much every day. part of the stress is really feeling like i need to do everything perfectly and be as good of an ICU nurse as my preceptor is...i know that sounds retarded because clearly she's been an ICU nurse for the last 5 years and i've been an ICU nurse for the last 3 months, skill levels will be slightly different.<br />i'm just not used to not being really good at my job, not knowing everything i need to, not being able to anticipate what the doctors are going to need or want. i constantly freaked out that i'm going to miss something huge. i go to work scared and i come home feeling frustrated at the mistakes i make. maybe this is the humility lesson God is giving me and i need to learn this lesson...however it's a freaking scary lesson.<br />but it does give me a little comfort to think that God's in control of the whole situation. i pass a church on the way to work every day, right before i get to the hospital, and i always pray the same thing every day "God, please help me to NOT do something really stupid today"<br />and then i pray for my patient and place all my work in His hands, then i cross my fingers and hope for the best. so far the only thing i 've gotten yelled at for was that i forgot to label the tubing that i changed on a patient. if you want to discuss degrees of anal retentive behavior i think ICU nurses take the cake there, especially the longer you've been an ICU nurse.<br /><br />so...other than the fact that my job terrifies me so much that it gives me nightmares even while i'm on vacation, and it's affecting my health, i do like my job. i know it's giving me the experience that i need to do something else later on in life. i don't know what that something else is right now, i just know that when it comes along i'll have the experience that i need.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com6tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-89736586294705799942008-03-26T13:29:00.004-05:002008-03-26T14:20:10.429-05:00i'm backSo i'll apologize for my fairly infrequent posts by explaining that i was clearly very busy down in south america on our annual medical mission trip....<br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6J5kj3d_G_33sMw6Kog4sUJzrHLUPRCOyRnsXchvteUa1E8Tu40-__xEEuEHZj9PPlMXtmH_dRFLdaTnM9jc77QeOJKGxApWaPljTyFfxevpl22n4dKaWPr_u3ERKAsgzevpMy48mu7Hh/s1600-h/mission+life.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182120858059250754" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEh6J5kj3d_G_33sMw6Kog4sUJzrHLUPRCOyRnsXchvteUa1E8Tu40-__xEEuEHZj9PPlMXtmH_dRFLdaTnM9jc77QeOJKGxApWaPljTyFfxevpl22n4dKaWPr_u3ERKAsgzevpMy48mu7Hh/s320/mission+life.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />it really was an awesome trip as it always is. i get so much out of this trip every year and it helps me come back to my job re-energized. this year we went out to the amazon instead of the coast where we have always previously gone. it was a totally different environment with all new challenges.<br /><br />for me one of the hardest things was that i was que solo in my triaging of patients. as you can see from the picture below there was no one else there translating for me! i think i did a decent job considering a few years ago my Spanish consisted of "yo quiero taco bell"<br /><br /><br />but between the bats, the boa constrictors, the monkeys, the spiders so big you could ride<br />them<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfwGq2-oZrA9kDDseaPGg9ugUqWh93IJgcFRIAhrMTTD7LKKTzDDgZRO5KNby-jVvKk-JO1IHSsH_E6Qd2DUMQmfzAx8DeCHBUGURO_ssFrEjqj9eOy2phXJqw5BUXG91cxEpMTJQM-9b7/s1600-h/El+Oriente+2008.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182121790067154034" style="FLOAT: right; MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhfwGq2-oZrA9kDDseaPGg9ugUqWh93IJgcFRIAhrMTTD7LKKTzDDgZRO5KNby-jVvKk-JO1IHSsH_E6Qd2DUMQmfzAx8DeCHBUGURO_ssFrEjqj9eOy2phXJqw5BUXG91cxEpMTJQM-9b7/s320/El+Oriente+2008.jpg" border="0" /></a> and the daily afternoon monsoons...i'm talking rain falling so hard i couldn't hear the<br />person standing next to me, i had an incredible trip. the amazon is a beautiful place and the people are so different. very stoic. that probably comes from the fact they drink gallons of chicha every day from birth on.<br />chicha is a drink made from the yuca root that is traditionally chewed up and then spit into a bowl and covered with water then allowed to ferment for a day or two. this delightful beverage is considered a gesture of welcome from the community and is offered to all guests from a communal bowl.<br />don't worry though, we didn't have the communal bowl passed around to us, they were generous to offer us our own individual mugs filled to the brim with that distinctly pungent beverage.<br />dee-lish! i've taken to making it myself and answering the door bowl with a bowlful in my hands, i could tell geek squad was truly impressed when the came over to fix my computer.<br /><br /><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBAZlygW36D3mGXQLO_gQF9598N7ud23pZDCPVmB2S_tu6a8skXYEpMUCo04z-OkJuWGu6YQmHce8GdbgXXTVYoRAb__H3YPntkb13bn1qR64CGBkERG_ZC-hRFaoOjAP8pEbTvx_f5YOi/s1600-h/waiting+for+the+bus.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5182120866649185378" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjBAZlygW36D3mGXQLO_gQF9598N7ud23pZDCPVmB2S_tu6a8skXYEpMUCo04z-OkJuWGu6YQmHce8GdbgXXTVYoRAb__H3YPntkb13bn1qR64CGBkERG_ZC-hRFaoOjAP8pEbTvx_f5YOi/s320/waiting+for+the+bus.jpg" border="0" /></a><br />i was truly sad to leave my other home, my friends mom kept introducing me to different people my last night saying "esto es kate, ella es de los estados unidos pero ella es ecuatoriana, ella es ecuatoriana" i am ecuadorian. it feels like going home when i go back there and i miss my city so much. i miss the people, i miss the culture, i miss the life, i don't miss the smells so much but really who would? i can't wait to go back again. there is an amazing organization down in the south of ecuador that i really want to go visit next, if you check out my friend maribeth's blog that i link to she has a lot of information about it in there. they're looking for people to sponsor some of the orphan's there for $50 a month so let me know if anyone has any questions about it and i can get you all kinds of information about it.<br /><br />well for now i'm still trying to recover from the trip, the new job and trying to figure what i'm going to do next so i'll write more about my PICU adventures next time. it's pretty intense.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-50874112495727233762008-03-13T15:19:00.003-05:002008-03-13T15:24:54.067-05:00where does the time go?it appears that i forgot to blog the entire month of feburary, my bad yo.<br />much happened.<br />more to be explained at a later date.<br />currently i am in the middle of trying to fixed my poor barely functioning computer. i hate roommates right now.<br />oh by the way, in case you didn't know i went back down to the equator for a visit.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-52013575216135651222008-01-28T16:38:00.001-05:002008-01-28T16:40:10.716-05:00In Response to Kelly's Question<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSd0_MQXS_XQ95r1ABkIQFRmNeg7w72Y1GjyYTfa5I_LtavJochwXZyNEEGWaqkzyUiIlAnPAR3WOw7RN2WJmvnE7UXpW1urvqibJHEMJOabflLFBnt177fAXGil3iCnz_kxLN2BUzinXz/s1600-h/IMG_0614%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160645233273417138" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiSd0_MQXS_XQ95r1ABkIQFRmNeg7w72Y1GjyYTfa5I_LtavJochwXZyNEEGWaqkzyUiIlAnPAR3WOw7RN2WJmvnE7UXpW1urvqibJHEMJOabflLFBnt177fAXGil3iCnz_kxLN2BUzinXz/s320/IMG_0614%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a> it's now doubling as a handy storage unit that my bedroom otherwise didn't have.<br /><div></div>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-19322243021871825692008-01-27T18:46:00.000-05:002008-01-27T19:00:31.345-05:00without further ado...<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEow0OlVinK90awqQfuMuDvdTxbD43B42z5elCJpwPpmX_VhJXcBCGalj0VmQ7g-cqV0Jthv19wU4TzcjcwBVBr2hb8OsYj88KNpbLSVjnUZ1W-exN37W9rPxvi0P8BekYkqyOhci-GNwW/s1600-h/IMG_0612%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5160308460592770466" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhEow0OlVinK90awqQfuMuDvdTxbD43B42z5elCJpwPpmX_VhJXcBCGalj0VmQ7g-cqV0Jthv19wU4TzcjcwBVBr2hb8OsYj88KNpbLSVjnUZ1W-exN37W9rPxvi0P8BekYkqyOhci-GNwW/s320/IMG_0612%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a><br /><div> </div>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-60772268623261583812008-01-25T05:01:00.000-05:002008-01-25T05:28:17.916-05:00if only i had something exciting to shareit's 0500 and i have 2 more hours left... for tonight at least.<br />back on nights, which actually haven't been so horrendous as they normally are since i have one of my fellow cohorts with me to pass the time. and by fellow cohorts i mean that she also speaks english as her first language. seriously, when some of the other nurses get together and start talking...i just have to laugh. i suppose that they are speaking english because that's what they insist it is, but i honestly have no idea what they are saying.<br />tonight a full 15 minute conversation passed in which the only words i could catch were ".....lucifer....made her cry....Praise You Jesus!" there was a lot of laughing and "Praise You Jesus" was repeated multiple times...i find most of the time it's best just not to ask.<br />so life updates, i am officially another year older. my birthday came and went quite quietly. i know that sounds lame to most people my age but if you have a histoy that includes being tear-gassed on your birthday then really you're just happy that you got through the day in one piece.<br />next big event was the new couch. my apartment is absolutely adorable now. love it. it's cozy and actually looks like an adult lives there as opposed to the recent college grad who used to live there. i promise to post pictures soon so that everyone might bask in its loveliness.<br />i think i told most everyone but for those of you who didn't hear my last day on the floor is feb.28th. mark it on the calendars folks because that is a day to celebrate. it's a little weird that i will be changing jobs, i'll soon be in an entirely new atmosphere and pretty much a new hospital. the PICU is in our new tower so everything there is brand new, it only just opened up in November. then on top of that i'll be working with people i don't know, kind of makes me feel like the new kid at school and i have no one to eat lunch with. scary thought.<br />these are the kinds of things you ponder when you've been up all night and you're tired and there's nothing to do.<br />however i suppose that i should at least make the effort to look like i'm doing something productive. although i'm pretty sure my patient's all think i'm a crazy stalker because i have nothing better to do than check on them every 15 minutes.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-66241499325054118182008-01-11T18:15:00.001-05:002008-01-11T18:15:50.451-05:00King of Glory<div xmlns='http://www.w3.org/1999/xhtml'><p><object height='350' width='425'><param value='http://youtube.com/v/Fz2aE6DvHDc' name='movie'/><embed height='350' width='425' type='application/x-shockwave-flash' src='http://youtube.com/v/Fz2aE6DvHDc'/></object></p><p>this harkens back to my steubenville days, those were good times. more than once, i have to admit, i envisioned something similar to this while going to the FOP's. (if you know what a FOP is then i don't need to explain why i would be choreographing dance routines in the middle of one.)</p></div>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-71696382355015911982007-12-13T21:01:00.000-05:002007-12-13T21:08:04.699-05:00It's All Relative<div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRuhVtkYljljYF8_ebeAUgl_BvH22FI23JJC5LgNZgDph3iCSAZZWlX76S0I7hQ8tWRmPkHQ7TA_heeiMY1_kVEQ5xCq28QuP1B87UX3lsIHkxRNIMzVjGEEVLfD9ZMYwetuj7dxZrB3G/s1600-h/IMG_1311%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143643825937696130" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgRRuhVtkYljljYF8_ebeAUgl_BvH22FI23JJC5LgNZgDph3iCSAZZWlX76S0I7hQ8tWRmPkHQ7TA_heeiMY1_kVEQ5xCq28QuP1B87UX3lsIHkxRNIMzVjGEEVLfD9ZMYwetuj7dxZrB3G/s320/IMG_1311%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div>But wait, really.....</div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnGA65Pd5fvZymNRA-Xn1w8GTzXwcj-Aj-yskPiFY9PWcwkYglEflZhSeV7bOfELP9xPhXmcMIAB2aM4CJr9Wy4DHoOAhfEGFFSrjw8CqeMauDJRuaJEOBW2ocPc2vfgttUoMgnLaW5xQ/s1600-h/IMG_1299%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5143644289794164114" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjwnGA65Pd5fvZymNRA-Xn1w8GTzXwcj-Aj-yskPiFY9PWcwkYglEflZhSeV7bOfELP9xPhXmcMIAB2aM4CJr9Wy4DHoOAhfEGFFSrjw8CqeMauDJRuaJEOBW2ocPc2vfgttUoMgnLaW5xQ/s320/IMG_1299%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a><br /><div></div><br /><div></div><br /><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div><div>it's THAT SMALL!!!!!!</div><div> </div><div> </div><div> </div></div>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-71566048461203493202007-12-08T15:13:00.000-05:002007-12-08T15:22:28.082-05:00Oh How Crafty<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLMxaJk41JxgMwRwOTiq1MNi6LvarPLD8krZA1RAJN2FLG9k-ymD1fyfHaOyNhqhgQPaFOjK1iairmD0MtgSfCHllW86238frvSXijRKeTFyz9oR3evEVO2ZHkDJmfUHuYb7xKFRXqMsqS/s1600-h/IMG_1296%5B1%5D"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5141697982414308722" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjLMxaJk41JxgMwRwOTiq1MNi6LvarPLD8krZA1RAJN2FLG9k-ymD1fyfHaOyNhqhgQPaFOjK1iairmD0MtgSfCHllW86238frvSXijRKeTFyz9oR3evEVO2ZHkDJmfUHuYb7xKFRXqMsqS/s320/IMG_1296%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a> so i realized my blog was getting a little wordy so i took a picture of my recent craft projects.<br />on the right is my legging i am currently knitting, and on the left the ornaments that i am making (<span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0">courtesy</span> of <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1">Martha</span> <span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2">Stewart</span>)<br />both clearly still in the first stages of developement but i'm hoping to have both done for christmas.<br />my roommate moved in, it's odd to always have someone around now. always there, in your stuff, there, it's just weird. i mean i like it, but i'm still adjusting.<br />the good part about it is that today when i said "mass is at noon and there's confession before" she responded with "perfect then we can get there at 11:30" having that extra support/encouragement is so awesome and i didn't even know how much i missed it. but a lot of our college friends came in so i should get back to my guests, just wanted to update you on my crafting status. oh and by the way kell, i have recieved more than one compliment on my little sewing maching. everyone thinks it, and consequently me, are adorable. so thank you.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-16265717788110657532007-12-05T12:06:00.000-05:002007-12-05T12:39:58.578-05:00My Monthly Newsletterwell guys, no more 3 am blogging for a few weeks. last night was my last night shift till sometime in the new year.<br />thank goodness<br />i HATE night shift with a passion.<br />i hate having to tiptoe in and out of rooms, i feel like i'm sneaking around. half the time these kids come in overnight and the doc orders medications and treatments for them after the family falls asleep and then what do you do? do you wake up this sleep deprived parent to let them know what you're about to do even though 9 times out of 10 they are so out of it when you do wake them up that they don't understand you. or do you just hold your breath and hope you don't wake anybody up?<br />i usually just hold my breath.<br />i was going to steal a blood pressure cuff from the hospital today so that i could take a picture of it for you all, but it was the only blood pressure cuff small enough for my patient who was transferred out of the NICU. seriously, around my thumb, it fit around my thumb.<br />sometimes the central supply people for the hospital accidently send us blood pressure cuffs that are really supposed to go to the NICU, when we get to many we'll give them out to kids for their stuffed animals so that they can take their stuffed animals BP. unfortunately today we only had the one so i couldn't steal it.<br />funny story, the other day i had purchased a bottle with a little spigit at the top for my dish washing soap, it looks prettier than bottle of dawn (actually i got that idea from kelly) anyways, it was a cheap bottle with a cheap plastic top that eventually popped out unbeknownst to me and fell down my garbage disposal. long story short i bought a new (nicer) bottle and poured the soap from old bottle A into new bottle B. not really wanting to wash out the bottle i just tossed it in the dishwasher, thinking i had cleverly averted an obnoxious chore.<br />uhm, not so. i walked into my kitchen about 15 minutes later only to find the floor COVERED IN SOAP SUDS!!!!!!! and more pouring out from the bottom of the dishwasher. my heart absolutely stopped beating and i was pretty sure that i had broken not only the dishwasher, ruined the floor, but i would most likely be evicted from my apartment for causing so much damage in so short a time.<br />it was horrible, and rather like a cartoon, all at the same time. i tried jumping to the little mat in front of the sink (the only dry spot left in the kitchen) only to find that it wasn't dry and i went flying across the floor. thankfully my refridgerator is very sturdy.<br />i battled my way back to the dishwasher and grabbed a giant mixing bowl to scoop the suds into the sink. it was a losing battle though. eventually i had to find every towel i ever owned to use to barricade the bubbles in the kitchen and then i just started scooping bubbles, once the sink was filled i got a bucket and started toating loads out to my bathtub while the sink was being rinsed free of bubbles. hindsight is 20/20 and i now most sincerly regret that i didn't take a picture of it but at the time i was freaking out more than a little and i had to leave for work in the next hour so i didn't really feel like i had that kind of time to be photo-logging the latest adventure in Kate's Adventures in Domesticity.<br />in other news, today is my last day as a single care-free girl living alone in the big city (ok, the big suburbs) today, Dec 5th, 2007 i get a roommate.<br />i was thinking about it and it's been almost 2 years since i last had a steady kind of roommate. i was living in Ecuador...wow, it's kind of a little bit scary to think about having someone else move into my apartment, scary but i'm excited. and actually this is a good friend of mine from college and we lived in a house together there so i'm not to nervous.<br />anywho, it's now 1 in the afternoon and i actually worked last night so i should probably go take a nap. i've had a hard time inwinding from this last shift, i think because of the new roommate and also it's snowing like crazy outside and i get a little nervous driving in the snow so i've been running around trying to get as many errands as possible done before the snow gets to bad.<br />but i went shopping, the post office and target so i think i'm set for the next few days.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-9052087601300265212007-11-13T00:44:00.000-05:002007-11-13T01:08:09.072-05:00how to have fun in virginia<div>i decided to go on an adventure with friends and hike up Old Rag one last warm weekend in october. "a 5 hour hike with "rock scrambles" and "panoramic views"."</div><div>i should known better that when people use phrases like those to describe something, then more than likely they have never experienced it themselves. </div><div>it was actually a lot of fun, but i did truly think i was going to die the next day. i hurt so much... down to my very finger tips that i had used just the day before to grip for dear life and scale boulders during part of the famous "rock scramble" (i may be exagerating that last part but there really were some parts that i was more than little concerened about, i felt like people like me probably shouldn't be allowed up without a safety harness)<br /></div><div><br /><div><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhWIEFkxPRdayhjXNaPUKbmv4hv0gEw56wQsy6uTBcECbgCCyHl659Y98f5rA_LYqkxl0D5EVXo_9E7V4-sXpRnBDwxOAfJ4wsMJncndzGotOS5gY23I60HHXzpSFpgQuFbRfyt8RvMxwfq/s1600-h/IMG_1076.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132198066483706722" 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end of the "scramble"<br /><br /><br /><br /><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5132198599059651474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgPVgTqUuzJvAEeMT1Ue0ZU2yPCoYSwPivbiGUbEgx4kTeNEmIhdADWxY106BP0nx7G2XGImHPRnlbRRw6DLBJ9YMJOtONlpUFi7sw82nGRvm7uCT-p-DRU1BRwnsrIuQIWHublxk93AtYe/s320/IMG_1085.jpg" border="0" /> i don't really feel like the picture needs any explanation.<br /><div><div> </div></div></div></div></div>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-23064153950600687462007-11-08T02:55:00.000-05:002007-11-13T00:40:48.055-05:00i'm not asleepstill on night shift, hence the 3am blogging.<br /><br />the heat is broken here on our floor...it's so cold!!!! i have been begging the engineering dept. to bring us up some space heaters for the kids but they keep claiming that they will have the heat fixed in a few more minutes. this has been going on for the last few hours though so i'm growing less and less convinced that this is true.<br /><br />i felt so bad because i had to change a diaper and the poor little guy was so cold, i went and got him a little knitted hat and booties and bundled him up good afterwards but still, it was a cold 3 minutes.<br /><br />i have perfected my diaper changing skills so that i can change a poo filled diaper (or any kind of diaper really) in about 60 seconds. factor in the re-bundling and outfit change it's almost like a superhuman power.<br /><br />i know i'm writing to an audience of mostly moms with multiple children for the most part but hey for a 25 year old single girl these are some "mad skills" to possess. that's street lingo for "an impressive talent" which i learned from the last 10 year old i hung out with (the last 10 year old and also my sister).<br /><br />i have also fine tuned my hearing to that of mothers who can distinguish their child's cry apart from an entire screaming room of children, now i can hear a pump or monitor beeping and just by listening i can tell you if it's mine. and my super ears are telling me...yup, that one's mine...and the baby's hungry. seriously, i feel if you have to eat every 3 hours you should at least have the courtesy not to burp like a 20 something frat boy who just won a beer chugging contest.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-62537965218064975862007-11-03T02:34:00.000-05:002007-11-07T08:58:09.584-05:00it's 3:30 am, what are you doing?so i'm actually currently at work, probably shouldn't advertise that but it's 3:30 am and i have no meds to give and everyone is alive and breathing so for the next 30 minutes i have nothing to do. and actually in 30 minutes i'll have a full 15-20 minutes of work and then nothing until 6:00 am at which point i will give my last medication of the night and then sit around and wait for the day shift to show up at 7:30. i truly dislike night shift. it's all a bunch of hurry up and wait.<br /><br />so yesterday i talked to the PICU manager and she as formally as she could, she offered me the job. she told me i'd need to contact nursing recruiting to find out my new salary but i'm pretty sure it's more than i make now so that's kind of exciting. she did tell me that i'll need to become chemo certified which freaks me out. i am terrified of taking care of oncology patients let alone putting toxic chemicals through a central line. one thing that made me feel better though is that she told me that if there is ever an really sick kid in the PICU with all kinds of drips and pressors and tubes and such then they will assign 2 nurses to that patient. life is much less scary when you have a buddy.<br /><br />work here is horrendous right now. the burn out rate for nurses is something like less than 5 years...i'm shocked it's that long. seriously, if our patients were always like the ones we have right now i would quit. i would be back in Ecuador before you could even say "¿Dónde fue ella?". last night i cried when i walked it every one of my patients' room. you really need to remember to pray when you work in a place like this otherwise....it would be unbearable.<br /><br />well, my thirty minutes are up. i have extremely important work to go do...that will hopefully take longer than 10 minutes! it's all about killing time on night shift.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-20902643432926118262007-10-27T20:39:00.000-05:002007-10-27T21:41:16.862-05:00Keeping Up Appearances<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEjjpzSxgObkrsctklVYVIez59VOU-t47gTyYgcZwCtweKhSJqIAMT3bYEiuu4-rBlbiPSK9YhfgKA-XArRfyIOzv_v6lHvvyqjnP-YfPjjlFS0HkhTHXd5QFAxHWp0HofTBBHm8PmUla-/s1600-h/IMG_1072[1]"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5118774888211396178" style="FLOAT: left; MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; CURSOR: hand" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEjEjjpzSxgObkrsctklVYVIez59VOU-t47gTyYgcZwCtweKhSJqIAMT3bYEiuu4-rBlbiPSK9YhfgKA-XArRfyIOzv_v6lHvvyqjnP-YfPjjlFS0HkhTHXd5QFAxHWp0HofTBBHm8PmUla-/s320/IMG_1072%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a> Lately i've been feeling a little worn down, the spirits have been somewhat depressed you could say. after going to confession at work the other week i've really been trying to not let the difficulty of the job affect the care i give. like fr, anthony told me, i'm bringing something special to these kids, something that not everyone else in the hospital brings them, i just need to keep reminding myself that, otherwise i end up coming home looking like this picture!<br /><br />so life has been quite busy lately, i know i'm horrible at posting but i promise to try harder. there's a lot of things in my life i'm going to try harder at. one is that i have finally joined a gym.<br /><br />HIGHLY overrated this being "in shape" what is that any way? when the trainer at the gym asked me what my goals were i told him that it was to have the strength and endurance to hike through the jungles of third world countries. that seemed like an acceptable goal but it seems that Bally's Total Fitness does not have a specific exercise plan for training future missionaries. odd.<br /><br />i have had a lot of visitors as well in the last month or so, first a good friend from college, then erin and lucia (which was so much fun guys!) and then just this past week my friend who had lived with me down in Ecuador. i love mary dearly but we always have the worst luck when we're together. i swear, if only MTV made a reality show about us...let's just say Real World's got nothing on us! and this past week was no exception. my car got towed! we were leaving the museum of natural history to go back to my car when i noticed oh so many cars along constitution ave. being towed, i started to become a little nervous and so, started walking a little faster. we were finally within eyesight of my car... and the tow truck in front of it, and i started running screaming "that's my car! where are you going?!!" the truck driver was good enough to stop and give me the address of the place it was being towed to. i asked him "what am i supposed to do? i'm not even from here?" and he told me "catch a cab, they all know where we are located" evil bastard. reason number 5,679 to hate DC. and so it was that as i watched my beloved daewoo being dragged through the streets mary and i hailed a cab driven be the nicest jamaican cabbie ever. when we got to the place he insisted on giving us directions back to constitution and then waited at the side of the road until i had my car back. he even was going to wave half of the cab fee when an oversight led us to hand him a $5 instead of a $10. the first truly nice person i've met since i moved here. he said it was because he's really from jamaica and not DC. and so, a $100 ticket later and a trip to the SE portion of DC later, the daewoo and i were reunited hardly the worse for ware. and mom, dad, if there is an inexplicable bill for towing sent to the house please direct it back here and i'm sorry for the inconvenience<br /><br />also i have noticed that there are far to many smells in my life, i go to the hospital and am exposed to all kinds of foul repulsive smells, then i come home and it seems like i have a different cleaner for every different object in my apartment, and lotions and perfumes and laundry detergent etc. why? there is no need for so many different smells in one life and so it is that i have decided to simplify. i've just become so overwhelmingly nauseated by smells that this has become an necessity rather than a choice. so there it is, i have developed an allergy to smells.<br /><br />in the work aspect of life i am still very much as i was. over worked and under paid. just kidding, to an extent. i do love my job but it can be very trying at times. i have heard from the PICU here and they have told me that i would be able to make the move in febuary. this is exciting but very intimidating. can i really be a PICU nurse? this means a lot more than i currently deal with. this means life and death and vents and ECMO and serious ethical questions. the question that most frequently comes to mind though, is am i smart enough? but i know that this is a ridiculous doubt, a fear of the unknown more than anything else.<br /><br />tomorrow is anther day and i have to go to work again. i had off today which was wonderful, highly unusual but a welcome change of pace when i usually have to work every other weekend and this time around i only have to work this sunday.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-23659644705244473852007-10-06T21:59:00.000-05:002007-10-08T10:24:34.954-05:00no hables espanol?it's october and i haven't posted in a month, guess it's about time to make my annual appearance.<br />tada!!<br />that's right, i'm still alive.<br />was at work today, made it to mass which is always a plus.<br />you never know when you work in the hospital whether or not you're going to be able to make it to mass or not. sometimes i don't. it makes me pretty sad when i don't, but today i did.<br />i even got to go to confession which was awesome.<br />i love the priest at the hospital. he really takes the time to get to know people and offer spiritual direction and tries to call all of us heathens on to be better people.<br />i do have to go back to work in exactly 7 hours though, so i am off to bed.<br />just wanted to let everyone know i'm still alive.<br />adios mis amigos.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-30058164984186636552007-09-08T12:15:00.000-05:002007-09-08T12:20:50.126-05:00From the Mouths of Babes<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiip9NZWRwjmZ9Ulqa4KQFe6cgaMJDGyWvKgek0Rtzc6-8Wlbx9cURtwvQk3rflUHezRgNNeMNtZKorhSoa8tqoICnK3XqW-kpWIMZfnquobe60m11wvq37FyawbqG3D3vEi9EZs92E1dPE/s1600-h/IMG_0700.jpg"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5107883326906051890" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEiip9NZWRwjmZ9Ulqa4KQFe6cgaMJDGyWvKgek0Rtzc6-8Wlbx9cURtwvQk3rflUHezRgNNeMNtZKorhSoa8tqoICnK3XqW-kpWIMZfnquobe60m11wvq37FyawbqG3D3vEi9EZs92E1dPE/s400/IMG_0700.jpg" border="0" /></a><br /><div>the explanation behind this photo is that Finney was generously sharing his lunch with me...after he had taken it out of his mouth...and chewed it. </div><div>what you can't see, although perhaps have already inferred, is that he was quite successful in his attempt. the pre-chewed Gerber meatstick is in fact in my mouth. how sweet </div>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-678529643208417382007-08-27T00:03:00.000-05:002007-08-27T00:15:49.655-05:00When Moths Attack<div>So i had a horribly frightening experience the last time i left my house. </div><br /><div></div><br /><div>a large moth flew at me and tried to attack me, luckily i was on my work and had my stethoscope handy to use as a weapon.</div><br /><div></div><br /><div>though this is not a picture of the exact moth that attacked me it is a good representation of how truly hideous he was</div><div><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5103244117981277474" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEhh36n4SJCEAGM0087gj0gxEYBytEnMlrroyKuaqZYs1oW4aSP07CrGOuhFLAlNZo4xoedg1pSn9jfTztrq7Gned27cvA3d6dclh5_lGmDNg0qAbUN2kWSErOeyw2NsnT6Mvr7cWiMflb1i/s320/ecuador+moth+(2).jpg" border="0" /></div><br />the moth did escape unharmed but i'm pretty sure he'll think twice before coming near me again.Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4166150632083734307.post-66721149274854006062007-08-22T23:43:00.000-05:002007-08-22T23:45:40.637-05:00To Lisa:<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcg-guuXlymsCxzAQYGVPfSYkgkZGiA1uNFfnrOoDmVoy5zC8sCpTb61dNepBcirZQlnl25JK0-2JlGnQZFnlkyoSOygwc5Z_2jhCWRHE3b5hBekX4eLTQ83FptAlO6LqtcApstfZS_Hsu/s1600-h/IMG_0835[1]"><img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5101752566033689874" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; CURSOR: hand; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEgcg-guuXlymsCxzAQYGVPfSYkgkZGiA1uNFfnrOoDmVoy5zC8sCpTb61dNepBcirZQlnl25JK0-2JlGnQZFnlkyoSOygwc5Z_2jhCWRHE3b5hBekX4eLTQ83FptAlO6LqtcApstfZS_Hsu/s400/IMG_0835%5B1%5D" border="0" /></a><br /><div>I'm still alive!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! but i have to go to work in 5 hours so please enjoy this picture of a giraffe</div><br /><div>~me</div><br /><div></div>Khttp://www.blogger.com/profile/12394172345780067304noreply@blogger.com1