not even a wordless Wednesday: the nurses week edition

Yes, it’s that time of year again. It’s Nurses Week. Of course as a nurse I am celebrating and enjoying the well wishes from my co-workers and the parents of former patients and anyone else out there because it is kind of nice to have a week of recognition; which we share with teachers. The irony that two of the most thankless professions most days (as in if there is a problem it is, of course the teacher’s or nurse’s fault) share a week of national appreciation and recognition.

I took the time to send a note of thanks to Daniel’s teachers today. Actually I sent them a note and email about concerns about him not understanding the current chapter in his math class and his parents not understanding at all because what the hell is up with Common Core…and then I thanked them for all that they do to help support, encourage and teach Daniel…as I do every single time I send them a note, or email them, or talk to them on the phone, or face to face because Daniel has some pretty wonderful teachers and I can’t thank them enough.

Then I found some of my favorite nurses-related memes and cards that I pinned on Pinterest to remind me on the days when I am feeling especially tired, exhausted, thankless or covered in the most disgusting yuck that I am afraid to enter the Big Top for fear of spreading it. I laugh. I cry. I think. I give thanks. Then I am ready to put the scrubs on again and do what I do because I do love what I do. So in celebration of me, some of the smartest, funniest, loving, hard-working people I get to work with and who have literally saved the lives of some of my circus act, most recently the darling husband; I give you some laughter and some deep, heart-felt thoughts on what I do.

and one more because, yes, this has actually happened to me at least three times in my 25+ year career…true story.

Happy Nurses Week!

Thank a nurse. Hug a nurse. Buy a nurse a cup of coffee…a massage…lunch…maybe some sleep.

Bound by paperwork, short on hands, sleep, and energy … nurses are rarely short on caring.” — Sharon Hudacek

kind of wordless Wednesday: twinning

Because one was injured while running away from his new home back to his old home miles away and when no one was there he naturally came across the street to visit the neighbors. And because the other one can not stop biting and scratching herself raw.

I give you cones of shame.

This one is super pissed regardless of the fact that the royal blue makes his eyes pop.

And this one imagines if she sits by your side, wagging her tail and smiling at you adoringly you will take this cone off because green is definitely not her color.

no apologies for the cuteness

With holidays comes adorable Easter dresses.

Bonus if they are dressed alike because what can be more adorable…

…especially when the darlings are at an age where they can’t really complain and protest. Actually at this age they LOVE it! So seize it while you can.

It’s a very narrow window of time when you can truly get away with such cuteness…

…and enjoy the total cooperation; because it’s fun that we are all dressed the same!

Remember that when the day comes (and it WILL come) when the kids look at these memories and then back at you wondering out loud, “What the hell were you thinking, Mom?!

Then you smile back at them because you have no apologies for such cuteness and you are absolutely certain that someday they will do it to their children too.

Scroll back to the top if you don’t believe me.

hahs comes yinz don’t tahk like yinz are from here n’at?

I sometimes refer to myself as “just a steel town girl” because a good part of my childhood was spent growing up in Pittsburgh. But anyone familiar with the delightful, almost musical way someone from Western PA speaks, aka Pittsburghese, might actually question whether I am just another girl from Pittsburgh, er Picksburg.

Just the other day I found myself struggling to describe the uniqueness that is the way a still-tahn gurl might converse n’at with a friend of mine. As I said words like :dahntahn, still mill, stillers, nebby, gumbandz, Jine Iggl, Ahn City, jagoff, n’at to her I could see her eyes start to glaze just a bit as she shook her head saying, “Sure, Laura.

But it’s true. It’s all true!

She laughs some more.

Yeah, she isn’t believing this fable.

I may not ever really learned to speak like a native, but I have no problem understanding the language.

Listen, yinz, ta this story.  Last Mundy, when I got home from dahntahn Picksburg, I redded up the hahse, worshed the clothes and did the arning, n’at.  Then I decided ta take a break coz I was gettin’ rilly hungry.  I looked ina fridge, but it needed stocked.  Alls I had was butterbread and leftover city chicken.  No jumbo, no chipped ham, no kolbassi.

So I headed aht to Jine Iggl.  I got me a buggy and picked up a hoagie, some pop and a duzn eggs in case I wanted dippy ones in the mornin’.  When I got back home, I headed aht to set by the crick ta eat in peace and quiet.  Just as I was gonna take a bite a my sammich, my nebby neighbor, Shurl, shows up, wantin’ ta know how I been.  Whiles we’re chattin’, I see a grinny sneak up and start nibblin’ on my mill.  I tried ta chase him, but the grass was slippy, and I fell in ta the jaggerbushes.  I never been so flustrated.”

For those who are scratching their heads, allow me to translate for you:

Listen, all, to this story.   Last Monday, when I got home from being in downtown Pittsburgh, I cleaned the house, washed the clothes and did the ironing.  Then I decided to take a break because I was getting really hungry.  I looked into the refrigerator, but it need to be stocked.  All that I had was buttered bread and leftover city chicken (cubed beef or veal, skewered, breaded and fried).  I had no bologna, thinly sliced ham, no Polish sausage.

So I went to the store and got a cart.  I bought a submarine sandwich, soda and a dozen of eggs in case I wanted eggs over easy in the morning.  When I got back home, I headed out to sit by the creek to eat in peace and quiet.  Just as I was about to take a bite from my sandwich, my nosy neighbor, Cheryl, appeared and asked how I have been.  While we are talking, I saw a chipmunk and it started to nibble on my meal.  I tried to chase him, but the grass was slippery and I fell into the thorn bushes.  I’ve never been so frustrated.”

See? I do understand…because I am indeed just a still tahn gurl…although I would never, ever drink Ahn City Beer.

After my late night convo with my friend, I knew I had to find proof of the unparalleled delight that is Pittsburghese.

And now I miss the ‘Burgh and the way yinz all tahk.

Well, maybe not this. Yinz stay warm n’at!