So while driving to Harmons the other Day I was listening to Bon Iver http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=TWcyIpul8OE. I have been struggling with writing over the past couple years. This song helped me write something. I do not particularly think its any good, but its something. I was in a pretty down mood mixed with this song and everything...well with out further ado, here is my rusty written piece(of crap haha) . Hope it spurs better stuff in the future.
Thick amber drops of sound engulf my soul. I'm standing quiet un-moving as time speeds by. Sunsets and moonlight casts down upon trails of light running past me, as the world continues to move, I am still, brilliant colors, fast paced, the wind blows my hair and it captures my face. Always asleep, always tired, blank awareness of my surroundings, pulling myself out....
Thats all i got, but hey its something. It sounds better if you listen to the song while you read it. Thanks for letting me vent!! Hope all is well in your world!
I was up and down this week, I had to work grave shifts most of the week. I am not sure of the ramifications that these grave shifts have on me. A fellow co-worker and I were looking at my engagements pictures. His remark "wow you look so young!" Really co-worker , "so young" It was freaking 2 years ago, ya dink!! Thanks for that. So inevitably I began to ponder, well if we are being honest worry would be the right word, do I really look that much older in 2 years?? I almost decided to go buy new lotion for my face and face soap. What in the Haiti is wrong with me. So digression of thoughts began to spill and tick tock, tick tock I am pondering the greater working of the post pregnancy pannus and how much longer will I have till I can get to the gym. I kinda hate said co-worker........Well at least for the 5-20 mins he made me spend on thinking I am an old, fat putrid lady!!
Well at least my kids rock the socks off me. Griffin has decided to use such phrases as "Mom that makes me feel down in the dumps" or "Mom I have the sniffles". All statements I may inform you dear reader are in regards to going to school. Oh yes, that's right, he can't handle two days a week already. I am doomed. Any suggestions on how to get your kids to love school, and I will be your slave for the week. Or I can get him to do his pee pee dance for you, which I must say is very entertaining. I never really understand why children hold their pee so long?? Do they really not have enough time in the day??
Meghan is really trying to give me a cardiac infarction. My days with her consist of me merely trying to keep her fingers out of light sockets, stop her from climbing into the refrigerator, dishwasher, dryer, out of the tub, out of the crib, climb, climb, electrical outlet, climb, climb, sleep, poop, outlet, eat, poop....you get the point. It is all very cute, but scary nonetheless.
I am so grateful for everything really. I am grateful that Griffin ate his entire dinner the other day and did not complain. I am grateful That Meg has not ended up in the hospital yet(for an injury that is). I am grateful for honest co-workers and a husband who no matter how whiny and inconsolable I may be. He still tells me after two children I am beautiful. I think God has a hand in all this and I am grateful for him.!!
Hugs and Kisses Amanda~
"The form of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing a local habiation and a name"
William Shakespeare
Well at least my kids rock the socks off me. Griffin has decided to use such phrases as "Mom that makes me feel down in the dumps" or "Mom I have the sniffles". All statements I may inform you dear reader are in regards to going to school. Oh yes, that's right, he can't handle two days a week already. I am doomed. Any suggestions on how to get your kids to love school, and I will be your slave for the week. Or I can get him to do his pee pee dance for you, which I must say is very entertaining. I never really understand why children hold their pee so long?? Do they really not have enough time in the day??
Meghan is really trying to give me a cardiac infarction. My days with her consist of me merely trying to keep her fingers out of light sockets, stop her from climbing into the refrigerator, dishwasher, dryer, out of the tub, out of the crib, climb, climb, electrical outlet, climb, climb, sleep, poop, outlet, eat, poop....you get the point. It is all very cute, but scary nonetheless.
I am so grateful for everything really. I am grateful that Griffin ate his entire dinner the other day and did not complain. I am grateful That Meg has not ended up in the hospital yet(for an injury that is). I am grateful for honest co-workers and a husband who no matter how whiny and inconsolable I may be. He still tells me after two children I am beautiful. I think God has a hand in all this and I am grateful for him.!!
Hugs and Kisses Amanda~
"The form of things unknown, the poet's pen turns them to shapes, and gives to airy nothing a local habiation and a name"
William Shakespeare
I don't quite know where I will find the time for this, I am hoping I can get some things done while Meg Sleeps.
So with each passing day I find myself sorta stuck. I kind of hate my job. Working with crazy people isn't too bad, I just hate the drug addicts. At times I find my self having an inner animation. I see myself as this cartoon and I have a fork in my hand and , BOOM!!!! I poke the silly lil drug addict in the eye! Then I flashback into reality and realize that I probably shouldn't be thinking this way. My husband and Kids are my saving grace. Griffin(My son) has the best personality and imagination. I woke up the other day to him hoping around the house with a tissue paper tail and a bunny mask made of cardboard that he created. Meg is starting her career with the price is right, She is shown in this picture modeling a refrigerator. K sorry bad humor. In all seriousness though. I am truly grateful. I have everything a gal could want.
I will try to write down everything Griffin says that is Hilarious!! And post them here.....Lets be honest it will probably become his blog. I will try to catch Meg making her funny faces and will try not remark on how awesome my husbands gas smells(heavy sarcasm)! What was I getting at.......Oh that i hate my job!! Ok back on point. I wanted to talk a little about how nursing has turned into "the days of our lives" this is why women should not be aloud to work together or have the market on any certain occupation. The bickering that occurs is by far the worst thing about my job. I would rather hang out in an opium den with 50 addicts all asking me for percocet then have to deal with the drama of working with mostly women. I will say that I have probably made some of the bestest friends on my unit and not "all" nurses are back biters. That at least on the unit we all can cohabitate alright. I just get sick of the b*tchin all the time.. K that the was my vent fest 2011.
I am just saying we are women and we should have each others backs. How can we expect to ever be taken seriously if all we do is cut each other back.
On a less serious note, I will probably struggle with each post to find the point. I just hope that through my ramblings some humor is found and that I am able to publish/dispose of the thoughts in my brain. I will leave you with a story Griffin sorta stole from "Hop" and a Poem by George Peele.
Easter by Griffin
This is a story about a little Easter bunny named Griffin. He brings children candy on Easter Sunday. Not even one peep not even a mouse in the house. I got out of my bed and I saw the man, he had ears. He had a puffy tail which was white and a brown body. He had this basket filled with candy and eggs. Some eggs had drawings and some were different colors. He was hopping around and put all the bags of candy everywhere. So I picked it up and then I saw it was a chocolate bunny. i ate the bunny until I grew long ears and a puffy tail and a brown body. I traveled through time until I got to the Easter bunny's house. I saw him painting the eggs and making them different colors and I helped him finish all his eggs. Then I saw the candy machine and then I got to be his partner. The End...( I kid you not these are Griffins words haha funny kid!)
"Hot Sun, Cool Fire" by George Peele (1557-1596)
Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air,
Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair.
Shine, sun; burn, fire; breathe, air and ease me;
Black shade, fair nurse, shroud me and please me.
Shadow, my sweet nurse, keep me from burning;
Make not glad my cause cause of mourning.
Let not my beauty's fire
Inflame unstaid desire,
Nor pierce any bright eye
That wandereth lightly.
Hope all is well in your lives, Hugs and Kisses Amanda~
So with each passing day I find myself sorta stuck. I kind of hate my job. Working with crazy people isn't too bad, I just hate the drug addicts. At times I find my self having an inner animation. I see myself as this cartoon and I have a fork in my hand and , BOOM!!!! I poke the silly lil drug addict in the eye! Then I flashback into reality and realize that I probably shouldn't be thinking this way. My husband and Kids are my saving grace. Griffin(My son) has the best personality and imagination. I woke up the other day to him hoping around the house with a tissue paper tail and a bunny mask made of cardboard that he created. Meg is starting her career with the price is right, She is shown in this picture modeling a refrigerator. K sorry bad humor. In all seriousness though. I am truly grateful. I have everything a gal could want.I will try to write down everything Griffin says that is Hilarious!! And post them here.....Lets be honest it will probably become his blog. I will try to catch Meg making her funny faces and will try not remark on how awesome my husbands gas smells(heavy sarcasm)! What was I getting at.......Oh that i hate my job!! Ok back on point. I wanted to talk a little about how nursing has turned into "the days of our lives" this is why women should not be aloud to work together or have the market on any certain occupation. The bickering that occurs is by far the worst thing about my job. I would rather hang out in an opium den with 50 addicts all asking me for percocet then have to deal with the drama of working with mostly women. I will say that I have probably made some of the bestest friends on my unit and not "all" nurses are back biters. That at least on the unit we all can cohabitate alright. I just get sick of the b*tchin all the time.. K that the was my vent fest 2011.
I am just saying we are women and we should have each others backs. How can we expect to ever be taken seriously if all we do is cut each other back.
On a less serious note, I will probably struggle with each post to find the point. I just hope that through my ramblings some humor is found and that I am able to publish/dispose of the thoughts in my brain. I will leave you with a story Griffin sorta stole from "Hop" and a Poem by George Peele.
Easter by Griffin
This is a story about a little Easter bunny named Griffin. He brings children candy on Easter Sunday. Not even one peep not even a mouse in the house. I got out of my bed and I saw the man, he had ears. He had a puffy tail which was white and a brown body. He had this basket filled with candy and eggs. Some eggs had drawings and some were different colors. He was hopping around and put all the bags of candy everywhere. So I picked it up and then I saw it was a chocolate bunny. i ate the bunny until I grew long ears and a puffy tail and a brown body. I traveled through time until I got to the Easter bunny's house. I saw him painting the eggs and making them different colors and I helped him finish all his eggs. Then I saw the candy machine and then I got to be his partner. The End...( I kid you not these are Griffins words haha funny kid!)
"Hot Sun, Cool Fire" by George Peele (1557-1596)
Hot sun, cool fire, tempered with sweet air,
Black shade, fair nurse, shadow my white hair.
Shine, sun; burn, fire; breathe, air and ease me;
Black shade, fair nurse, shroud me and please me.
Shadow, my sweet nurse, keep me from burning;
Make not glad my cause cause of mourning.
Let not my beauty's fire
Inflame unstaid desire,
Nor pierce any bright eye
That wandereth lightly.
Hope all is well in your lives, Hugs and Kisses Amanda~
So unfortunately I will have terrible grammar, spelling and in all, horrible sentence structure. I do not profess to be an English major, though I was one in a second life. I will start by saying I ramble in speech as well as the written word. This blog is mainly for me. A way to journal my thoughts, poems, short stories and such. I hope as a reader one is able to enjoy it, but if not, may I say sorry for wasting your time! I am sure I have already used up my comma quota, you will see them a lot throughout my poorly written sentences!! Ha! Oh well.I will hopefully have a real post up shortly. Hugs and Kisses Amanda~
