Going to spend $3,500 of the governments money today for work. Should take me a good 12 hours. And people think shopping is an addiction. I prefer to think of it as a distracting and foot killing vocation!
Going to spend $3,500 of the governments money today for work. Should take me a good 12 hours. And people think shopping is an addiction. I prefer to think of it as a distracting and foot killing vocation!
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My Friday went off the rails a little and didn't quite ever recover. It's kind of funny when your friends and family guffaw a little because they know that not only is this the kind of thing that will happen you, but it does on a semi-frequent basis.
10:30a. Started the day a little later than normal, but nothing to write home about. Was a little disturbing to realize fall had set in fully and not only was it still 32F but the base too fog locked for incoming flights. Our patients had been deposited at a neighboring base and were being bused/ambulanced the 90 minutes to the hospital. The daily count was climbing, nearly double the recent fall numbers, but nothing I couldn't handle.
I am wearing my big girl panties and don't you forget it!
12:05p. Being the smart ass I am, I was showing off at my car while leaving the job. "Do you see this broke ass window?" I remarked to a coworker while rolling it up. "It likes to stay crooked and not close all the ..*groan/crumple/collapse." I stared in disbelief as it stopped mid-rise, fell into the door and the motor gave out. My coworker made a snickering comment about "that's what I get for showing off" and left me to my dilemma.
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The 10th anniversary of September 11th was marked with an ugly truck bombing in Afghanistan. Reportedly 77 U.S. troops were injured in the single attack. Although non of the injuries were 'life threatening' my co-worker and I found ourselves faced with over two dozen inpatients compared to the normal 5-to-7 a day as of late. It is going to be a long Monday. The nurses, doctors, medical teams and liaison officers are scurrying around like ants on a hill.
August was the deadliest month in Afghanistan, with the second being July 2010. Sadly as the forces are being pulled out of country the death toll is rising. Let's pray that changes and as many as possible can come back in one piece.
Source: NATO: 77 U.S. troops injured after Taliban hit Afghan coalition base
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I have been scouring the internet since the CELEBRITY rumor sighting from Friday. I FINALLY found a single news article [albeit in German] that had proof that my friends aren't a bunch of fibber britches!
Angelina Jolies Blitzbesuch in Ramstein
Verletzte GIs liegen Lazarettflugzeug. Kurz vor ihrem Rückflug in die Heimat besuchte sie Angelina Jolie auf der „Ramstein Air Base“ bei Kaiserslautern
[translation: Angelina Jolie's lightning visit to Ramstein
Injured GIs are hospital plane. Shortly before their return home they visited Angelina Jolie on the 'Ramstein Air Base near Kaiserslautern]
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I will admit to being a tad bit of a celebrity stalker if the situation presents itself in an abnormal way. Like today I found myself crowded on a park bench with a few of my soldier/co-workers for over an hour. We had been told that a famous mom was touring the hospital we worked at. She coming in for an extremely quick visit with the patients (wounded warriors). It was extremely hushhush for very obvious reasons.
No I did not take this photo I borrowed it from the internet.
I actually called my friend Garcia a Damned LIar. The staff at his desk had politely asked me to relocate my car because we had a celebrity visitor coming and didn't want to give her the wrong impression? It's a car ... how else do you get from Point A to B? I didn't have a problem moving the car but I was more than a little doubtful as to the validity of the claim. Garcia are you shitting me? You are totally full of crap. Because no one pulls the name 'Angelina Jolie' out of a hat. If you pulled the name's Kid Rock, Gary Sinise or Toby Keith out of your ass I wouldn't have batted an eye but Jolie? Is that the best you can do for a Friday the 13th prank? There is no way in hell she is in the hospital.
Apprently he couldn't. And all his little bosses backed him up. Keeping in mind all the bosses are a level under God in the enlisted bracket and were sweating like school boys in hopes they would be selected as the PR exception to the Patients Only in the USO for the Visit policy. Which is how we found ourselves 'relaxing' on a park bench smart phones and cameras casually in hand.
We waited and waited and got bored while the delightful actress shook hands and thanked all our wounded and well deserved in-patients for their hard work and labor. Sadly the clocked ticked to a point that I had to rely on my trusty cohorts in crime to capture the inevitable moment of her coming down to our corner of the hospital where the outpatient wounded warriors were housed. DAMMIT. However, however sometimes the most important man in my life comes first. And we were late in meeting his mama for grub. Can't Starve The Mama!
Enough said.
I still wish I could've seen her surroundedbmy a military entourage strolling the hospital like all the rest of us do on a daily basis. It ain't a picnic. I was more than a little surprised to realize that I had been talking to the exact patients that she probably visited only moments prior to her. We could've passed in opposite wings of the hall. Somehow I can't imagine that I would've been oblivious to a posse passing me in the halls, they aren't that large. Like two ships passing in the nights.
Well I can say one thing: I was in the same building as Angelina Jolie ! If only for a moment. Oh and rest assured come Monday I will be whooping someone to get a copy of photo of her actual visit. That way I can actually say SEE HER HEAD? I WALK DOWN THAT PATH EVERY DAY!! AND I KNOW THAT GUY/GIRL IN THE PHOTO WITH HER!! See celebrity haterades even the uber untouchable have to tread the same steps as we do. And we do appreciate their efforts however brief they must be.
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Had an interesting conversation with a patient in the psyche ward today.
Him: Where you from?
Me: Oregon
Him: Warriortown [mumble]
Me: Wha?
Him: Do you know Auburn?
Me: Yep, watched the game
Him: I went to school in Alabama but I'm from New Yowk [insert that crazy cool accent thing they do]
Me: I was born and raised in Oregon
Him: I hear they have good weed in Oregon
Me: That's what I hear
Him: You look like you'd know that
Me: :::sputtering in silence::
Him: [smirking] I'm just 'kidding'
I guess I'll have to reassess the jean/fleeve/sneaker/sassy work attire.
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Unless it melts in a hurry we are getting a white Christmas in the Duetschland. Thank you to my friend Bridget. I nabbed all these beautiful snow pictures from her FB as I am unconscious any time the sun is up.
I have wonderful news in that neighborhood. In January MrD is returning to day shift due to a 6-week course that he's required to take due to his achieving SSGT rank. I also am finally get to return to day shift since I am changing jobs. I accepted one position that drops me from my "34" (45) hour work week to 24 (3 - 8hr shifts).
There are some exciting details coming with the new employement, but I need to wait on explanation of those until it fully comes to fruitation.
I may be an expert at pulling the cart before the horse but I'd rather not ruin this Christmas present until it happens. In the area of finally returning to a lucid schedule and time spent in my marriage instead of observing from an exhausted sideline I'd rather not kill it. This is one snowglobe I'd prefer unscathed.
Wishing you all a white Christmas like we are experiencing!
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My memory is failing me! Oh the shame! MrD and I love to banter about celebrities and by 'about celebrities' I am not talking about gossip. We love insta-whoisit-trivia. I love being 99% accurate when it comes to plucking voices out of commercials, headshot cameos out of random movies and traailers. I have always had this freak memory and when your husband is 99.9% right about the rest of life I like to claim that corner of our hilarious relationship.
This is me officially telling you all I WAS WRONG. He was right.
Do you read that internet?
Though the scrumptious Michael Tru.cco off BSG looks like Dane Co.ok, he isn't. Oops.
See? Honest mistake!
Also, since I'm in the mood for admitting my wrongs, I have another.
This post should also be titled "momma's been sniffing the cookie jar." Follow along, it will be clear soon.
Imagine this ... it's 11:30p and the phone rings in my office at work. At the gas station.
Hello, do you sell sodium silicate? [anonymouse male customer]
Um, I'm not sure. What does it do?
[Furtive female whispering as the customer gets back on the phone.] I'm not sure exactly but if you have any it will be in the pharmacy aisle.
[Always willing to try.] OK, give me a second and I'll go look.
I stick my head out of the office and holler to my fellow manager, Hey N, have you heard of sodium siliciate?
Yea, it's a mild laxative. It's like Epsom Salt I think.
I go out and browse through our three medicine aisles and laxative shelf. Nothing contains the ingredients sodium silicate. The epsom salt is actually labeled Sodium Sulfate.
I picked the customer back up and let him know that we did not in fact have what he wanted. After some more queries to him if there was a similar functioning product or brand he stayed cryptic, as did his female counterpart, and let me go.
Out of curiosity I googled the Sodium Silicate.
I described to N what I had discovered. The later is atually a bonding agent known as liquid glass often used in auto repair and cement. His response: mom needed something to sniff.
Why don't you just call and ask for organic cannubis? Or perhaps just sound a little less cryptic and think more creatively. Do you have canned air for my computer? Do you have superglue?
Ironically when I looked a little deeper the illegal uses for sodium silicate is very cryptic. Not that I have any purpose for it I was just curious as to what the call was all about.
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