You say potato, I say potahtoe

Well, it looks like Quinlynne is following in her mom's footsteps when it comes to a few homophones. When I was little (age 5-7), I had a problem with Aaron, errand, and Baron. You see, my brother Aaron was born when I was 6, at the time we had a dog named Baron, and mom wanted to run errands. I was just so confused. Then I learned about the spelling of "errand" and it all started clicking for me.

Quinlynne Lucille is following in my footsteps. She likes to get out of the house, and go do things. Anytime we're coming back home when we haven't been gone very long she always starts whining and saying "No home, momma. We run errands." What she doesn't get that when I say we're going to run errands- that does not mean we're going to see Aaron. She always gets very excited and says "Ok! Aaron, and Mandy and Abby???" Poor thing. Sometimes she misses her Uncle Aaron so badly, she wakes up from naps crying for him. Just breaks my heart!

Is this what I have to look forward to?

Three women: one engaged, one married, and one a mistress, are chatting about their relationships and decided to amaze their men. That night all three will wear black leather bras, stiletto heels, and a mask over their eyes. After a few days they meet up for lunch.

The engaged woman: The other night when my boyfriend came over he found me with a black leather bodice, tall stilettos, and a mask. He saw me and said, "You are the woman of my life. I love you." Then we made love all night long.

The mistress: Me too! The other night I met my lover at his office and I was wearing the leather bodice, heels, mask over my eyes, and a raincoat. When I opened the raincoat he didn't say a word, but we had wild sex all night.

The married woman: I sent the kids to stay at my mother's house for the night. When my husband came home I was wearing the leather bodice, black stockings, stilettos, and a mask over my eyes. As soon as he came in the door and saw me he said, "What's for dinner, Batman?"

Future in healthcare?

I have had this terrible, irritating, continuous freakin' cough since the last week of February. Sometimes I'll be fine, then other times I'll get this catch in my throat and I can't breath and I start coughing and it is such a coughing fit that I think I'm going to pass out because I cannot inhale. There is no longer any "production" of anything with the coughing really, either. So- it's all to no avail.

So Friday night I had coughing fit. Quinlynne happened to be standing in front of me when I had this fit. Her pretty brown eyes got huge after a while and she wasn't sure if she should stay away from me, or come closer to try to help. When I finally stopped coughing she said "You okay, momma? That's a bad cough. You need help?"

I assured her I was going to be okay, and thanked her. She then came over and patted my back in consolation. She ran off to her toys and came back with her stethoscope and told me to sit back. She listened to my bowel sounds and chest- all the while with a look of concentration and concern.

Ah- my future caretaker!

OOoh- that smell.....can't you smell that smell

Did anyone sing along with the title of this post?? Do you know what song it is from and by what artist??

Anyhow- as you may know, we have been working on potty training as of late. Quinlynne has been doing pretty well. I can probably count the number of accidents we've had in the past week on one hand. Not too shabby, in my opinion.

However, we haven't had too many Code Browns. I have, in fact, contemplated putting a diaper on her so she would just poop in it since that is what she is used to. She did poop in her panties one day, so we had to have a conversation about how you can sit on the potty and push out your poop in there. In fact, we've had that conversation a few times.

So, today I was in the shower getting ready for church. I knew Quinlynne had come in the bathroom and she told me "Momma- I peepeed in the potty!" I told her how proud I was of her. So, after a second I start to smell something. It had definitely been too long to just have been some stinky toots. I look out of the shower, over to the potty chair, and there it was....my daughter had poopied in the potty!!! But- where was my daughter?

I yelled for Grandi to come hither. She came and I told her that Quinlynne had poopied in the potty. I just wanted Grandi to help Quinlynne with the appropriate paperwork. Quinlynne, being the bright child she is- had gotten a burp cloth and tried to take care of the paperwork herself. Good attempt.

So- I was very, very proud of my daughter and her potty accomplishments today. We even wore panties, instead of a diaper, to church. No accidents there either. Yay for Quinlynne!!!

By the way- "oooh that smell...can't you smell that smell" is from "That Smell" by Lynard Skynard.

No reason, just cute

I took this picture a couple of weeks ago. Quinlynne was wearing a little dress that had smocking on the front with "OU" in the smocking. She then put on this easter hat and was sitting on a "reading quilt", reading to her babies. I thought it was an adorable picture, so I'm sharing.

SOOO freakin' bummed

Well, I'm so freakin' bummed. I finally got a letter from OU Health Sciences Center, College of Nursing. While I was not chosen for the class starting this Fall, I was put on the waiting list. I made a call to Oklahoma City this morning to see where I was on the waiting list. I haven't heard anything yet. So, I need you all to pray that I am at an acceptable place on the waiting list...and that people who were accepted have chosen to go to other nursing schools, or they have decided to go at a different time, or something. PLEASE!!! I SOOOO do not want to wait another entire year to start nursing school. So, please keep this in your prayers for me. I would greatly appreciate it!

Ruth, Ruth, Baby Ruth

OK, first of all....can anyone tell me what movie the "Ruth, Ruth- Baby Ruth" came from????




Quinlynne has been going pee pee in the potty quite a bit. Instead of bribing her with gifts, I do other things. She really likes taking baths instead of showers. So, I tell her if she can sit on her potty and push out some pee pee, she can take a bath. So while she did not need a bath today, I wanted her to go pee pee on the potty. She did so and I ran her bath water.

I was in the living room while Quinlynne was in the bathtub. I thought I smelled a little something, but chalked it up to my imagination. Then she yells for me. And she says "Momma, I poop in the bath." I repeated what I thought she said and she confirmed.

I get into the bathroom and my daughter has moved herself to her potty chair. I look in the tub and there is a huge piece of poo floating in the water. (And a few remnant pieces in the bottom of the water.) Now yes, it is true, I clean poo all the time at work- but this disgusted me. How on earth did I go about cleaning this? And then there's Quinlynne sitting on her potty chair wanting to get back in the bathtub. Sheesh!

Needless to say, I cleaned the poo, scrubbed the tub with Comet, then PineSol (which I needed to do anyhow) and ran fresh bathwater for my darling to frolic in. We had a nice little talk about when you feel that feeling, you need to carefully get out of the bathtub and go sit on your potty. I HOPE this never happens again!

And, for those of you wondering about the "Ruth, Ruth- Baby Ruth"....do you know what movie that line is in?? C'mon- where'd it come from????

She finally asked

Well, you may know that since Quinlynne was born, I always said I would not pierce her ears until she asked to have them pierced. For a while now, I have been bitin' at the bit to get her ears pierced. She has been asking for a few weeks now to get them done. And, I've been going to get them done, but I knew mom would think I was lying about Quinlynne asking to get them done...but I was going to take her and have them done. However, I knew Mom would have a fit if she wasn't there for it....Mom has been gone with Uncle Don's illness and then his death and funeral. So- this weekend was it. My cousin Penny came up (I thought it fitting since Penny was there when I got mine done at the age of 3) and Mom met us.

We went to dance class Saturday morning, then we went to eat at IHOP. Quinlynne ate almost all of her cheeseburger, and she got a ladybug from the balloon man there.

We then went home and took a little nappy pappy. I didn't want to take a tired girl to get her ears pierced then her have a meltdown. Grandi called us right as we were about to head out the door and said she would meet us there. We went to Just Another Hole in Broken Arrow. They do not use piercing guns there. They use clamps and needles.

Quinlynne went and chatted up a tattoo artist while he was tattooing someone, went and tried to work with the staff, etc. She was her usual outgoing self. The time came. Grandi held Quinlynne on her lap, I manned the camera, and Penny spectated.

Quinlynne did quite well. She only cried for about 30 seconds when they stuck the needle through her ear lobes. The girls doing it (Kim & Bridgette) were very calming, very quick, and very smooth. Thank goodness they did both lobes at the same time. I don't think Quinlynne would have gone for being poked twice. Everyone clapped and cheered for Quinlynne when it was done; including the tattoo artist she'd been chatting up earlier.

She hopped down and looked at herself in the mirror and was pretty pleased with what she saw.

Afterwards, Kim and Bridgette explained to Quinlynne how her momma was supposed to take care of her ears and took a picture with her.

PS, for those of you who know my mom.....she did very well containing herself and her feelings about tattooing and piercing (anything besides ears) around all the tattooing and piercing going on.

A New Obsession

Quinlynne got 2 new movies in her Easter basket. She got Happy Feet and The Little Mermaid. We finally opened The Little Mermaid yesterday. Needless to say- we watched it 2 1/2 times yesterday and I was awakened this morning by my sweet, precious angel saying "Momma, ake up! Lil Mermaid!" So, I had to get up so I could put that movie in. Then in the bathtub- she yelled until I came to look at her being a mermaid in the water. Think of me.

Not about Quinlynne, but about me

So, I have to tell you, I'm waiting to hear if I was accepted into nursing school. I'm doubting I was- but still, I'm getting a little impatient. So, please keep your fingers crossed for me..or say a prayer!

I worked 3-11 tonight at St. John's. I went to the staffing office and checked in and they told me I was going to be working on 10 West until 6:30, then going to 3 East. I was all sorts of excited. 3 East was a surgical ICU, but now it is CVICU (Cardiovascular Intensive Care Unit). The staffing office said they'd asked for me. The only times I've been down there are when I've been sitting with a patient and I had to pick them up there.

So, I get to the CVICU and I'm the only nurse aide. That's fine because the nurses say they are elated to even have a nurse aide. They apparently don't usually have one. I kind of felt useless because I didn't have to take vitals, empty foleys, change poopy beds, etc. I did take blood sugars and helped with a CABG (Coronary Artery Bypass Graft and just referred to as CABG- or Cabbage patients) patient who had had his surgery today, discovered some cool betadine remover lotion, had a lady bust loose her clot from her angio something and the best thing..... watched a chest tube be placed.

I will admit that I kind of felt like I was going to pass out. However, it was NOT because I was grossed out or anything like that. 1) There were 14 people in the room, including the doctor and the patient. 2) It was stuffy in the room and hot- no circulating air. 3) I have had a terrible, irritating cough for over a month now from my allergies and I was trying to suppress the cough since the patient had an incision. 4) I was starving and hadn't eaten anything since the bowl of soup I'd had 8 hours previously. 5) I had to poop badly. So, I started sweating and feeling like I was going o pass out. So, I excused myself and used the excuse that I really had to cough. I in fact went to the bathroom and did my business, then ate. I felt much better. STILL- it was very interesting to watch the chest tube be placed. This fluid started shooting out of the guy's Pleural cavity, until the tube could be hooked into the chest tube drainage box thingy. I hope I get to work CVICU more often- I really enjoyed getting to learn so many new things.