I basically can’t live without

You know you did very well in gifting when your child shares with her nearly 10K followers on her business Instagram account  that which you gifted her.

Seriously, this bag is pretty awesome. All the more awesome is her Pinterest board because she really is hard to shop for sometimes. Of course, she gets it from her mama! But this last year I gifted her well. Thank you Pinterest and Hollie pinning all the things.

I just might need a bag like this because, like my darling daughter, and pretty much anyone, there is absolutely a bunch of shit I basically can’t live without.

  1. like my favorite face wash because the oil slick that is my face keeps waiting for the dry, flaky, crepe-y skin that is all part of the joy that is menopause. Sure it might feel like a certain body fluid, as someone I know compared it to, but it works very well for me…and that is all that matters.
  2. Sunscreen! All the sunscreen because ginger girl problems are real.
  3. This lip balm because more sunscreen and because I am always licking my lips so why bother with heavy lip color?
  4. My latest favorite Acoustic Chill playlist on Spotify because the drive to work is too stupid and too real

    Honestly!
  5. My old, well-worn, gray sweater I got from Costco years ago.
  6. Eyeglass cleaner because the glasses I wear every waking moment are always smudged and dirty and I just might be obsessed about cleaning those glasses of mine.
  7. This whiteboard calendar which just might be ridiculous if I were to carry it in a bag.

    Then again, I am not the only one living under The Big Top who basically can not live without it which is why everything and everyone on the calendar is color coded.
  8. My blackout curtains because I am Vampira, the night shift nurse.
  9. Coffee, nectar of all the nurses.
  10. My Amazon Prime account
  11. Dental floss. I blame my dentist for lecturing me about gum disease while deep cleaning for what has become an addiction.
  12. My cameras…Canon 60D and iPhone because I am indeed the Mamarazzi
  13. My favorite pen…don’t ask to borrow it…ever.
  14. My Moleskine notebook
  15. a bottle of Coke Zero, just one, for my lunch break at work
  16. My ASU ball cap to hide the epic bedhead when I take my son to school in the morning. Not that my son’s principal would ever call me out for the bedhead or the pajama pants I might be wearing (if I’m not wearing scrubs) because she isn’t nearly as judge-y as Kate Chisholm and because at least I am wearing a bra. There’s that!
  17. My Caffeine and Kilos ball cap for when I can’t find my ASU cap.
  18. A good bra.
  19. My water bottle. I blame Jodie and my membranes rupturing at 26 weeks while pregnant with her for my ALWAYS carrying a water bottle and ALWAYS drinking all the water.
  20. A Sharpie marker…you never know when you need to mark something permanently.
  21. Altoids, you are very welcome Day Shift!
  22. My Asics
  23. My favorite Scünci hair ties…they are discontinued which would explain why I am hoarding them.
  24. My favorite hair clip because thick hair can be a problem, even thinning, menopausal, thick hair. But hurray for the fact that my hair is long enough 20 months after my latest pixie cut to twist up into an undo with my favorite hair clip…it’s the little things that make me happiest, really.
  25. Scarves…I have no idea how many I have. That might be a problem. But who cares because I basically can’t live without them.

What shit that you basically can’t live without would you stuff that duffel bag with.

when the mom’s away

You know that moment when you come home and you just know crazy was going down except your kids are grown and mostly grown and no one is home except the pets.

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What in the world…

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How the heck did Wonder Woman end up here? The grand babies aren’t here.

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WHAT?!

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My lasso of truth! She tried to take my lasso of truth!!!

Zelda?!

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A toy! You’re going to believe a toy?

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I told them no good would come from this.

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Shut up bitch!

 

 

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!

No!

Really.

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.

creeper

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.

OMG!

WTH!

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.