in a triangle

The last 8 months or so, perhaps more, since around Bill’s heart attack I have found myself in a very unlikely, awkward situation. It’s kind of crazy…okay, perhaps a lot crazy. It’s an awkward situation where I am struggling with jealousy.

Yes. Here I confess that I am jealous of a dog…our forever shedding fur ball Betty. Yes, I have considered myself to be in competition with an animal that considers day-old floor cheese an absolute delicacy. Since Buster’s death and Bill’s heart attack, she has become especially needy and needing as much attention as is humanly possible from Bill…and only Bill.

The main conflict is it might seem that she is getting virtually all of the attention…because she literally pushes her way through. It’s amazing how strong 60 pounds of slobbery, shedding fur can be when Bill comes home from work like a conquering hero. Don’t get in her way!



Ignore my warning and you will be mown down as I have been…as Daniel has…Zelda…Abby…anyone else here under The Big Top in Betty’s way.

Yeah, I am suddenly jealous of what appears to be a vixen who willingly slobbers all her attention upon my husband, distracting him as I try to tell him all about my day.  I look into her bright, brown eyes and hiss back off bitch!!!

Poor Betty!

All she really wants is a belly rub.

Of course Bill obliges.

Whatever Betty!

I have opposable thumbs.


Fall Break has ended. Arizona adventure complete, home before this craziness happened (thank goodness) and coming down from a nursing conference high it’s time to return to work.



Oh hi life sized cardboard Rob Lowe lurking in a dark hallway. You’re not creepy at all standing right there.

And lurking in and around the corridors in the dark of night shift.

Your eyes kind of follow as I walk past you at 0330. That’s not creepy at all.

I know you’re coming to the Valley for a very good reason sharing stories that you only tell your good friends…and since you’re going to be sharing at The Gallo Center this Thursday, we must be your good friends. But must you be so creepy lurking in the hallways here?

Oh well.

I’m working this Thursday night. Sorry Rob.

I guess we will have to settle for this selfie together.

looking back

Scrolling through my social media feed I came upon a link to a post where the writer was feeling so sentimental and emotional and a little reflective as she celebrates another year of living and all the years that she has celebrated living before this year.

The writer was celebrating her twenty-eighth birthday.

Twenty eight years of living y’all.

Twenty eight.

I guess it’s all about perspective. For me, when I was 28 I was the mother of one know-it-all 4 year old and just beginning the great adventure of caring for tiny humans…I also was quite certain that I had no idea what I was doing…about anything at all.

Meanwhile, Fallon was just today recalling the days when she was very small.

Yes, the good ol’ days…more than three years ago.

The days when she was a baby…a tiny, happy baby. A baby who was happy all the time. A baby who never, ever cried and loved more than anything to be rocked and cuddled and to take naps.




Fallon, have you ever seen The Daily Fallon? Ever?

Whatever, Mima!

She also sometimes tells people that her name is actually Caitlin, the child of very rich parents who for some strange reason finds herself here living with this family circus.

Caitlin? May I speak to Fallon now?


Her Starbucks lovers just might tell you she’s insane.

I can only imagine how much wiser she shall be when she is four…forty eight days from now!!!

and now I shall assemble my entourage

So early this morning, before I took Daniel to school, I answered a tweet from a reporter in New York City. The next thing I knew I was putting on makeup, fixing my hair and trying to find the right place to sit and casually FaceTime with the same reporter talking about the ladies of The View.

Laundry be damned!

Meanwhile, on The View an apology was offered…sort of…kind of.

Honestly my kids offered better sorry, not sorry apologies when they were little kids. But thank you for telling us how much you loves all the nurses. Thank you also for telling our bosses we deserve all the raises. Thank you also for hostsplaining all of this to us…especially the part where you explained that we need to listen because we weren’t listening. Thanks for that ladies of The View.

Meanwhile this happened right here under The Big Top

…with my kids photobombing behind me. I learned how important what is in the background is while being interviewed for a nationally syndicated news/entertainment show. Shelves with pictures of your kids perhaps too distracting. Dry, dying backyard landscape view because it’s a serious drought here in California from a dirty window definitely worse. So kids get to be in the shot.


But enough with the view…you see what I did there…let’s get down with what I had to say.

Why were nurses so mad, did we not understand that their discussion was poking fun at the ridiculousness of beauty pageants and their talent portion? Of course we did. Some of us likely were joking along with them. Remember when I mentioned the bad karaoke, crazy beauty queen smile while dancing to a very emotional song or a ballerina that couldn’t relevé to the point of dance mom distraction? Literally this is the kind of stuff that reminds us how vapid beauty pageants can be. Perhaps Miss Colorado’s talent wasn’t the best performance of the night. I would agree. But hers also was not the worst either. What I liked about it, besides the obvious celebration of the best job ever, was it was original. It was not the usual insipid beauty queen talent. Here was a very beautiful woman articulating her thoughts and passion in a very intelligent manner…also a refreshing step away from the ridiculousness that is the interview portion of pageants. The hosts on The View wanted to mock the silliness of this pageant so naturally they choose the one who stepped out of the vacuous beauty pageant box. Makes perfect sense! No, not really. But the audience did get what you were trying to joke about because we wee actually listening.

Nurses united because in mocking the Just A Nurse monologue the ladies of The View came off as dismissive of the passion that Kelley Johnson so effectively articulated. Year after year after year, Gallup polls come out with nurses on top as the most respected, trusted profession. We know that we are a key part of a healthcare team and we are very proud of that. Nurses are most definitely not demure handmaidens to doctors ever ready to do their bidding. We also are not empty-headed, buxom, sexy nurses in tight white dresses and high heels. Remember those Gallup polls? We are the most trusted and respected profession. We are because we are well educated, driven, tireless, creative, talented, quick-thinking, non-judgmental caregivers who are always there for our patients literally 24/7…especially after the physicians have made their rounds, written their orders and have gone home. Kelley Johnson’s monologue expressed all of that and more. Perhaps a woman in hospital scrubs, sensible shoes with a stethoscope draped around her neck isn’t so glamorous. Then again, Kelley Johnson indeed was beautiful from the inside out up on that stage representing nurses everywhere.

All that and more I shared with the Inside Edition reporter who interviewed me this morning. I congratulated myself for not freaking out seeing my face while FaceTiming with her. Does anyone look attractive when FaceTiming? Really? I also patted myself on the back because my voice did not shake, I did not curse and I thought I  expressed myself in a thoughtful, coherent manner. Hurray for me!

And here is the piece with my interview.

Literally five seconds of kind of famous. Definitely going to need an entourage when I report to work tomorrow night…and dark glasses…and someone to hold my stethoscope.