let’s pretend…


…that I have not completely FAILED in prepping myself for this Sunday’s death march mud run that I will be doing with my son in law. Yes, I can handle the running distance…bitch please…it’s the mud and the upper body strength needed obstacles not to mention it is going to be 80 degrees HOT when we start our race at 12:30 PM. I’m. Going. To. Die. I hope Ben will kindly drag my body to the finish line…for my loving circus clowns who surely will miss me when I am gone.

Let’s pretend that I have not STILL have not finished that staircase railing paint project…Y’all know I will probably finally finish it around August which would be a year after I started.

Let’s pretend that the NRP mega-code simulation test that I did today was not the hot, sweaty mess that it was because I am so nervous in testing scenarios like that (yes even if I have been doing this for over 22 years…don’t judge) and let’s pretend that I was not given the scariest delivery from hell scenario because I’m a NICU nurse and I can handle it. I know my mega-code partner, who at first was happily announcing that this was her last NRP renewal ever because she is retiring next year certainly wishes it had never happened. Don’t worry. We saved the baby mannequin patient. Oh, and we both passed.

Let’s pretend that the usual war of the worlds that is between Hazel and Daniel when he comes home from school to discover that I am babysitting his nieces never happened. I know Daniel and Hazel wish that it never happened…or at least the time-outs they received never happened.

Let’s just pretend all the annoying shit that has been bothering us all today has never happened…

But Jenny, the Bloggessnew book, available on sale today and on my Kindle WAITING for me to read it now…THAT we should all be so happy, so very happy that it happened. Seriously. I’m so GLAD this has happened and I have the book and wine and I will be reading it tonight while drinking a glass of wine.

Go.

Buy.

This.

Book.

making my own


I know I have mentioned it before here, but just in case you have forgotten, when it comes to the most superstitious of professions, NICU nurses come second only to Major League Baseball pitchers. You’ll never hear a NICU nurse announce that it is quiet in the unit…unless if their census is so low that no one seems to be working much at all…ahem…you know like how it has been really quiet in my unit for like weeks and weeks and even months. Tell a NICU nurse that L & D is expecting a maternal transport of a possibly laboring mother with 24 week twins and there will be two Giraffe isolettes plugged in, warming up with admit kits and warming mattresses ready to go. The NICU RT, who can be almost as superstitious, will have two vents set up right next to the tandem Giraffes…and in most cases, the transport arrives and is stabilized to give birth another day hopefully weeks later. But since it has been weeks, even months since I could put my own NICU superstitious practices to work I need to put my mojo into practice elsewhere or it might just wither up and die from lack of use.

Today is a new day in a brand new, shiny year. Hand-wringing over ancient Mayan calendars be damned, I am determined that 2012 will be better than 2011 or 2010 or 2009 or even 2008…I need a year with the promise of consistent good…dammit.!I could use some good fortune for a change. So I resolve…there it is, my one and only New Year’s resolution…to make my own luck…starting now.

The Boss once said, “When it comes to luck, you make your own.” so this year I’m thinking I’m going to get on that. No I don’t presume the lore of the Deep South that having black-eyed peas and greens for New Year’s Dinner is going to bring me luck but then again why not start the new year off with some positive symbolism? It is commonly believed that when Sherman and his troops were marching through the South during the Civil War they did not destroy crops of “field peas” because they were regarded as only animal fodder rather than food or a cash crop. Oh them Damn Yankees! The story goes that because of this those black-eyed peas were considered to bring good fortune…or at least food in their bellies.

The traditional meal also features greens and pork or ham along with cornbread. The peas, since they swell when cooked, symbolize prosperity; the greens symbolize money; the pork, because pigs root forward when foraging, represents positive motion. I’m down with that…a delicious meal full of the promise of good things to come…I know a full satisfied belly is guaranteed and that is a good start. I found this great recipe over at Homesick Texan for Good Fortune Soup and  thought I could definitely make me a pot of good fortune like that. Seriously, this was an easy, flavorful dish and the perfect family meal for the first dinner of the New Year. I added some cornbread and it was perfection.

Collard greens for hope and wealth, the black-eyed peas for good fortune, pork so you can live high on the hog; throw in some cornbread, which is good for gold, and you’ve got a heart-warming, belly-satisfying, most fortunate meal for New Year’s Day. Now bring on the rest of the year!

House got too crowded clothes got too tight
And I don’t know just where I’m going tonight
Out where the sky’s been cleared by a good hard rain
There’s somebody callin’ my secret name

I’m going down to Lucky Town
Going down to Lucky Town
I wanna lose these blues I’ve found
Down in Lucky Town
Down in Lucky Town

Had a coat of fine leather and snakeskin boots
But that coat always had a tread hangin’ loose
Well I pulled it one night and to my surprise
It led me right past your house and on over the rise

I’m going down to Lucky Town
Down to Lucky Town
I’m gonna lose these blues I’ve found
Down in Lucky Town
Down in Lucky Town

I had some victory that was just failure in deceit
Now the joke’s comin’ up through the soles of my feet
I been a long time walking on fortune’s cane
Tonight I’m steppin’ lightly and feelin’ no pain

Well here’s to your good looks baby now here’s to my health
Here’s to the loaded places that we take ourselves
When it comes to luck you make your own
Tonight I got dirt on my hands but I’m building me a new home

Down in Lucky Town
Down in Lucky Town
I’m gonna lose these blues I’ve found
Down in Lucky Town

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