Here I sit. Another shift at AHE. This one is hopping, though, so it's all good. We have an OD that was sent to the hospital, a father in with his daughter right now, desperate because she continues to try to OD, then we have an agressive elderly lady snoring in the waiting room. Ah, the fun never ends.
I have been wanting to get something off my chest (althought Leon says I cannot afford to) for a little bit now, and, seeing as this is the only chance I ever have to write, I am just now getting to it. This is in no way to make people feel guilty or anger anyone. There is no repressed anger from my youth. It just is what it is.
I got a card from "Gramma Dolly" a few weeks ago. Inside was a picture of my paternal grampa. It stopped me in my tracks for a few minutes. I have never really gone where my head and heart took me in those first moments, but now I can't seem to shake it.
I felt sad. I felt more than a little bit ripped off. I felt awful. Not all for me though. I felt also for a man that I really never got to know. Here, just a province over, were three grandchildren that he didn't get to know. Did he understand that our annual phonecalls were of duty and our parents were standing there making us talk to these people that we hardly knew? Could he sense our discomfort? The awkward silences? I feel terrible just saying it. But we were kids, and kids don't think, and they definitely don't consider other's feelings.
It's amazing, really, all the thoughts that went through my head in such a short time. (Who would have ever thought me capable???) I switched places for a moment, and it was me taking obligatory phone calls from grandchildren who didn't care to talk to me. It was my own kids not knowing their grandparents - thankfully, they know both sides well. I felt for my Dad in that brief moment. How did he feel watching us talk to his dad? Did we roll our eyes? Fight that obligatory phone call, while happily taking the monetary gift he sent? I may have purposely erased memories of my behavior from my mind. I am thankful for that gift my subconscious gave me by removing it.
The other thing that went straight to my heart was that I missed getting to know him. I was just a kid, what did I know then of what I was missing? Would more visits to Saskatchewan have helped? I'm not sure. Probably. I wonder now, in my advanced age, what he was like? I know Charlene said that with Gramma Arndt, I missed out. That couldn't be helped. I should have known my Grampa Arndt, though. And to shoulder some of the blame, I was 25 when he passed away. I was old enough at that point to make that journey on my own. He could have known two of his great-grandchildren. Why didn't I think, even then, that it was incredibly important? Oh, hindsight and all.....
Again, I must say, this was in no way intended for anyone but me to feel terrible, just so you know (Mom).
My life in pictures, stories and open letters.
Sunday, February 17, 2008
Sunday, January 13, 2008
Just another day at the office
A couple of things happened today to bring Shelley soaring back into my head.
We had a walk-in this afternoon wanting to "turn himself in" for depression. I heard him tell the nurse that he was worried because his wife came home everyday scared of what she might find when she gets there. When the duty doctor came in I told him what I overheard. I finished by saying that my brother went through that with his wife. And one day, he did come home and find her. I like to think that is why every effort was made to keep this guy here (many patients and units had to be juggled), at least for a couple of days. It was a chance that Shelley didn't get the second last time, when she needed it. If only the doctors had talked to Buddy so he could tell them he was scared.
Statistics say that this man will eventually do what he has "turned himself in" to keep from doing. That one day, it will just get away from him. One day, his wife will come home and find him. One day, she will have to learn how to live with what happened, and wonder if the system failed him. Maybe wonder if she failed him. One day she will wonder what the hell happened. But not this time. This is not her "one day". Tonight she will sleep well, knowing he is safe from himself.
The other was an autopsy report. She was 43. She was Shelley's age. An overdose. She had herself a pharmaceutical cocktail and went to bed. Never Shelley's chosen method. She was someone's daughter, someone's friend. Maybe she was a sister, or a girlfriend, or a wife. Or maybe, God forbid, a mother. This is somebody's "one day". Her "this time".
My goodness, listen to me. Aren't I a ray of sunshine this fine day. I'm sure you will (both) wait in anxious anticipation for my next shift at AHE, so that you can know the random thoughts that float around this (often empty) head of mine when all is quiet.
We had a walk-in this afternoon wanting to "turn himself in" for depression. I heard him tell the nurse that he was worried because his wife came home everyday scared of what she might find when she gets there. When the duty doctor came in I told him what I overheard. I finished by saying that my brother went through that with his wife. And one day, he did come home and find her. I like to think that is why every effort was made to keep this guy here (many patients and units had to be juggled), at least for a couple of days. It was a chance that Shelley didn't get the second last time, when she needed it. If only the doctors had talked to Buddy so he could tell them he was scared.
Statistics say that this man will eventually do what he has "turned himself in" to keep from doing. That one day, it will just get away from him. One day, his wife will come home and find him. One day, she will have to learn how to live with what happened, and wonder if the system failed him. Maybe wonder if she failed him. One day she will wonder what the hell happened. But not this time. This is not her "one day". Tonight she will sleep well, knowing he is safe from himself.
The other was an autopsy report. She was 43. She was Shelley's age. An overdose. She had herself a pharmaceutical cocktail and went to bed. Never Shelley's chosen method. She was someone's daughter, someone's friend. Maybe she was a sister, or a girlfriend, or a wife. Or maybe, God forbid, a mother. This is somebody's "one day". Her "this time".
My goodness, listen to me. Aren't I a ray of sunshine this fine day. I'm sure you will (both) wait in anxious anticipation for my next shift at AHE, so that you can know the random thoughts that float around this (often empty) head of mine when all is quiet.
Friday, November 30, 2007
Hello again....
Hmmmm, it's been awhile I see. I haven't forgotten that people rely on and look forward to updates on my blog, I just have been so busy (well, not really) on Facebook (Oh yes, now you're understanding me, aren't you?) that the "life and times of Rhonda and family" have taken a backseat. In fact, laundry, dishes and family meals have also taken a back seat. To be honest, those fine things aren't even in the vehicle, let alone the back seat. If you happen to drop by unexpected (Lynne), you will likely be forced to wear a blindfold, or be asked to "excuse the mess". Then I will pretend to be not horrified and mortally embarrassed, all the while thinking about when I will get back to computer, because, I am expecting a poke, after all, and must be there to return it. Well, listen to me, sounding all important. I am actually not that addicted. In fact, I have been favouring the excitement of Club Pogo these days as my Facebook activity has been a little slow.
So now, not only do I sit on my rear all day at work (to the point where my hamstrings are completely non-exsistent - I know this, because I daily feel the pain of their demise) but I come home and almost physically remove whomever is at the computer only to sit on my ever-widening rear some more. I remember the days of dancing around my house with my kids, and not surprisingly, not having a weight problem then. Perhaps the two are connected?
Here I sit, once again, now at Alberta Hospital (I wouldn't want them to forget me here, you see). I suppose I should get to work. I just wanted to update everyone who reads this (all two of you) on the reasons for my neglect.
More later.
So now, not only do I sit on my rear all day at work (to the point where my hamstrings are completely non-exsistent - I know this, because I daily feel the pain of their demise) but I come home and almost physically remove whomever is at the computer only to sit on my ever-widening rear some more. I remember the days of dancing around my house with my kids, and not surprisingly, not having a weight problem then. Perhaps the two are connected?
Here I sit, once again, now at Alberta Hospital (I wouldn't want them to forget me here, you see). I suppose I should get to work. I just wanted to update everyone who reads this (all two of you) on the reasons for my neglect.
More later.
Monday, October 29, 2007
Evi's post that I just HAD to share!
trade you a smelly for a puffy, or a shiny...
those of you who spent anytime trading and collecting stickers on the playground in the late eighties will understand my title...we had our sticker books...filled with sparklies, smellies, minis...etc. What a blast we had. Collecting, having the chance to go to the mall and be the first to get some new fancy sticker, or trade with someone from another school who had a RARE smelly that no one in your school had.
Well, I now collect faces...on facebook, do you? Wanna trade? Just joking.
I have found all kinds of friends, ones that where harder to find than others and some where I was the first to find and could tell everyone 'look who I found'. Friends from all walks of life...childhood, family I haven't seen in years, high school, work, church, camp, different places we've lived etc.
Yet now...other than my regular favorites...my facebook is shamefully already starting to collect dust, like my old sticker collection. It's funny really. My personal collection, which hovers at around 96 people, seems complete and thus doesn't have the same thrill for me as before. It's actually all a bit overwhelming, the thought of maintaining 96 relationships. I can't seem to break 100 and yet some people have 100's and they seem to be really busy ALL the time on facebook. When do they find the time?
I love my collection even though the 'smellies have been scratched (or 'poked') to death' and I've realized that maybe even some of the shineys are a little dull (I imagine I've lost my own 'smelly wonder' over the years too!)
I have many who are stuck to my heart. Ones I've received as gifts from God. I wouldn't 'trade' them for anything
those of you who spent anytime trading and collecting stickers on the playground in the late eighties will understand my title...we had our sticker books...filled with sparklies, smellies, minis...etc. What a blast we had. Collecting, having the chance to go to the mall and be the first to get some new fancy sticker, or trade with someone from another school who had a RARE smelly that no one in your school had.
Well, I now collect faces...on facebook, do you? Wanna trade? Just joking.
I have found all kinds of friends, ones that where harder to find than others and some where I was the first to find and could tell everyone 'look who I found'. Friends from all walks of life...childhood, family I haven't seen in years, high school, work, church, camp, different places we've lived etc.
Yet now...other than my regular favorites...my facebook is shamefully already starting to collect dust, like my old sticker collection. It's funny really. My personal collection, which hovers at around 96 people, seems complete and thus doesn't have the same thrill for me as before. It's actually all a bit overwhelming, the thought of maintaining 96 relationships. I can't seem to break 100 and yet some people have 100's and they seem to be really busy ALL the time on facebook. When do they find the time?
I love my collection even though the 'smellies have been scratched (or 'poked') to death' and I've realized that maybe even some of the shineys are a little dull (I imagine I've lost my own 'smelly wonder' over the years too!)
I have many who are stuck to my heart. Ones I've received as gifts from God. I wouldn't 'trade' them for anything
Wednesday, July 11, 2007
A very disappointing day at the office.
Well, it looks like I will leave here, after nine years, with a handshake or two and a simple farewell. I am not worthy of even a simple so long card from the doctors. Jane picked up a card that everyone signed. If it wasn't for the girls looking after things up here, then there wouldn't have been anything. Somewhat disappointing to say the least.
So here I sit, trying to get last minute house cleaning done at my desk. It isn't even a fun day here today. That sucks. I suppose it makes it easier to leave though. So maybe there is an upside.
So here I sit, trying to get last minute house cleaning done at my desk. It isn't even a fun day here today. That sucks. I suppose it makes it easier to leave though. So maybe there is an upside.
Thursday, June 14, 2007
Not very bright, yup, that's me!
I know. I should have gone to bed at a decent hour last night. I know. I should not take on so much. I know. I am not wonder woman.
I woke up this morning, after only going to bed this morning, looked in the mirror and saw that my hair (still in it's ponytail from yesterday) could pass without even the need of a brush this morning, and went back to bed. Got up 20 minutes later and added another layer to yesterday's makeup. I tried to get dressed and discovered that somehow between my bedroom and downstairs bathroom I lost my bra. I searched high and low. Leon, delightful husband that he is, thoughtfully advised that I could probably get away with using a couple of band-aids and noone would be any the wiser. Jerk. I eventually found my undergarment hanging behind the bathroom door, right where I left it last night/this morning, when I went to bed.
I answered five facebook emails, grabbed my lunch, and headed out the door with a whopping headache and arrived at work five minutes late. I have had days start far better than this one has. But then, I have had days that start far worse.
We have been overrun by mosquitos here at work. One little bugger has decided that my ankle would be a tasty place to start on me. My goal for the day is to catch him and bite him back and return my blood to its proper place. That'll teach him a lesson he won't soon forget.
I am still not happy with Sheri's wedding photos. I have to buy a new flash and lens for this weekend's wedding. Her parade album looks nice, BUT, it is not one of my best. I know my headache had a huge part in my lack of thoughtful poses, and my zero ambition to keep trying. I hope today's headache goes away and does not come back until after Sunday.
My kid are being baptised on Sunday. Asia and Cassie both need to write up their testimonies, and I need to somehow help them. Asia has ball tonight, Friday (after Esks cheer practice) and Saturday and Sunday. Plus I am doing the rehearsal Friday, and the wedding all day Saturday. It's the early wedding that ends up over an hour out of town. It's a long one this weekend. Then I have to make sure I clean up on of the memory cards for Sunday morning photos at church.
On a happy note, I am only working three days next week. I am at Capilano on Monday and Wednesday, then the wedding on Saturday. The week after that I am only working two days. I need to recuperate. I am not wonder woman, but I am also not a fool. Well, that may not be altogether acurate, but close. I am a fool, but I am not a COMPLETE idiot. :)
Two admissions will be coming shortly, so I should get to work.
I woke up this morning, after only going to bed this morning, looked in the mirror and saw that my hair (still in it's ponytail from yesterday) could pass without even the need of a brush this morning, and went back to bed. Got up 20 minutes later and added another layer to yesterday's makeup. I tried to get dressed and discovered that somehow between my bedroom and downstairs bathroom I lost my bra. I searched high and low. Leon, delightful husband that he is, thoughtfully advised that I could probably get away with using a couple of band-aids and noone would be any the wiser. Jerk. I eventually found my undergarment hanging behind the bathroom door, right where I left it last night/this morning, when I went to bed.
I answered five facebook emails, grabbed my lunch, and headed out the door with a whopping headache and arrived at work five minutes late. I have had days start far better than this one has. But then, I have had days that start far worse.
We have been overrun by mosquitos here at work. One little bugger has decided that my ankle would be a tasty place to start on me. My goal for the day is to catch him and bite him back and return my blood to its proper place. That'll teach him a lesson he won't soon forget.
I am still not happy with Sheri's wedding photos. I have to buy a new flash and lens for this weekend's wedding. Her parade album looks nice, BUT, it is not one of my best. I know my headache had a huge part in my lack of thoughtful poses, and my zero ambition to keep trying. I hope today's headache goes away and does not come back until after Sunday.
My kid are being baptised on Sunday. Asia and Cassie both need to write up their testimonies, and I need to somehow help them. Asia has ball tonight, Friday (after Esks cheer practice) and Saturday and Sunday. Plus I am doing the rehearsal Friday, and the wedding all day Saturday. It's the early wedding that ends up over an hour out of town. It's a long one this weekend. Then I have to make sure I clean up on of the memory cards for Sunday morning photos at church.
On a happy note, I am only working three days next week. I am at Capilano on Monday and Wednesday, then the wedding on Saturday. The week after that I am only working two days. I need to recuperate. I am not wonder woman, but I am also not a fool. Well, that may not be altogether acurate, but close. I am a fool, but I am not a COMPLETE idiot. :)
Two admissions will be coming shortly, so I should get to work.
Sunday, June 03, 2007
Well, I've been told ...
A doctor came into the office so I had to close down my post! The baby shower was a lot of fun. I won the baby bottle toss, and the baby food taste test (lucky me)! I ate way more than I should have - no, not babyfood! (But I find with my family out of the house I am not eating real meals, so in all fairness to me, I was starving!!) and visited, and laughed and held wee Luke. I don't see Tammy often, so that was very nice. I miss her, and have to find time for friends more often!
I think she liked her gift of food and drugs, discs of pics and a slideshow, jammies, diapers, and a verse I authored myself and framed, all so creatively loaded into a laundry basket and covered with a receiving blanket. I'm a genius ... lmao
After the shower I did laundry, cleaned house, made a stir-fry, went to a local trade show, watched a movie, read my book and went to bed. The solitude is nice ... in small doses! I don't imagine my family will be back until after supper today, unless it rains out there I suppose. I plan on cleaning the yard, and finishing laundry before they get home.
I used to envy those who are free every second weekend due to divorce, or WHATEVER, but now, quite honestly, I feel sad for them. It is very lonely. Sigh.
I'm such a loser. lol
I think she liked her gift of food and drugs, discs of pics and a slideshow, jammies, diapers, and a verse I authored myself and framed, all so creatively loaded into a laundry basket and covered with a receiving blanket. I'm a genius ... lmao
After the shower I did laundry, cleaned house, made a stir-fry, went to a local trade show, watched a movie, read my book and went to bed. The solitude is nice ... in small doses! I don't imagine my family will be back until after supper today, unless it rains out there I suppose. I plan on cleaning the yard, and finishing laundry before they get home.
I used to envy those who are free every second weekend due to divorce, or WHATEVER, but now, quite honestly, I feel sad for them. It is very lonely. Sigh.
I'm such a loser. lol
Sometimes I wonder ....
... how long I can stick it out at this job! I am at Alberta Hospital, and I am so incredibly BORED!!! I fell asleep at my desk (just dozing, really) and the housekeeping guy woke me up. Boy did I feel silly.
There is quite honestly nothing to do but surf the net, read my book and eat. No wonder I am having weight issues. Well, there are probably many reasons for that!
I wonder what is worse ... camping vs working here.
There is quite honestly nothing to do but surf the net, read my book and eat. No wonder I am having weight issues. Well, there are probably many reasons for that!
I wonder what is worse ... camping vs working here.
Wednesday, May 30, 2007
Whew, I am busier than I thought ....
Well, I screwed up big time and overscheduled myself! I knew it would happen sometime. Oops. I work 60 hours next week from Sunday to Saturday. I am tired just thinking about it.
For those of you who like to know where I am going to be: (Mom, Lynne, Me)
Sunday Alberta Hospital day shift
Monday Capilano
Tuesday Alberta Hospital day shift
Wednesday Capilano
Thursday Capilano
Friday Capilano
Saturday wedding
Sunday editing and proofbook
Monday Capilano
Tuesday Alberta Hospital evening shift
Wednesday Capilano
Thursday Day off (I think) lol
Friday day off
Saturday wedding
Yikes!
On top of all of this, the flu has decided to visit us again. Asia on Monday night/Tuesday morning. Cassie last night. Hmmm who is next? It, thankfully, seems to be a quick one.
For anyone who doesn't know, I have started scoping out facebook.com and loving every minute of it. I have caught up with old friends from kindergarten! So if you go on there I am listed as Rhonda Arndt Lemoine. Check it out. I highly recommend it!
Have a fantastic day!
For those of you who like to know where I am going to be: (Mom, Lynne, Me)
Sunday Alberta Hospital day shift
Monday Capilano
Tuesday Alberta Hospital day shift
Wednesday Capilano
Thursday Capilano
Friday Capilano
Saturday wedding
Sunday editing and proofbook
Monday Capilano
Tuesday Alberta Hospital evening shift
Wednesday Capilano
Thursday Day off (I think) lol
Friday day off
Saturday wedding
Yikes!
On top of all of this, the flu has decided to visit us again. Asia on Monday night/Tuesday morning. Cassie last night. Hmmm who is next? It, thankfully, seems to be a quick one.
For anyone who doesn't know, I have started scoping out facebook.com and loving every minute of it. I have caught up with old friends from kindergarten! So if you go on there I am listed as Rhonda Arndt Lemoine. Check it out. I highly recommend it!
Have a fantastic day!
Saturday, April 07, 2007
Busy 'Not So" Little Bee
Wow. I guess it has been awhile. Three months almost since my last entry. What has happened in the Lemoine household ...
Cassie turned 10. No more single digits for her. She is starting to develop that pre-teen attitude, but not quite to the extent of our drama queen Asia! But, still, she has this foolish notion that she is her own person with her own thoughts and ideas, needs and dreams. I have to stomp on that immediately before it gets out of hand! lol She is a little extension of me. What a frightening thought! She has a guitar now, and a cute little case for it, but seeing as our lives are crazy busy, we have yet to get her anywhere for lessons. Shame on us, I know.
In February, Cassie raised $500 towards the Make a Wish Foundation, and the Stollery, and participated in the St. Valentine's Day Hair Massacre and shaved her head! She has handled it very well, better than I expected. She is still called a boy quite often (I make her wear pink and earrings as often as possible) and has lost her beautiful golden locks, as it is coming in dark brown. She is very proud of what she did, and because she hit the $500 mark, she gets a Kali-Bear. We go to pick it up next weekend.
In March we said good-bye to our first tween and welcomed a full-fledged teenager. Lord help us! She is a hormonal drama queen to beat all hormonal drama queens!!!! Everything is boys and her friends. Her friends know everything, and sometime between her turning 10 and 13 her parents brain cells all disolved into mush, resulting in us knowing absolutely nothing about anything ... EVER! Nothing is her fault, nor is life fair, and God help the person who is closest to her when she stubs her toe! It will, understandably be that person's fault. Our phone line is tied up because she holds it to her ear, and listens to music and plays on the computer all at once ... It is amazing the multitasking that can go on, yet she can't remember to bring her trombone home to practice!
I got another job at the Royal Alex Hospital. I will be a unit clerk in emergency, as well as a porter. I am looking forward to the porting job, as it has been years since I have been off my ass for any length of time, and it is starting to show. Oh, wait, it was showing a long time ago. I am working a lot between my clinic job, and the Alberta Hospital, now the Alec, and in June I have three weddings booked. Leon is doing a lot of single parenting these days. It is only temporary, though. I just do not have enough faith to leave my sure thing (the clinic) until I know that the other jobs will work out. My hope is that by June I can quit the clinic and just work the hospitals. I won't even book any more weddings. I will hopefully work three or four shifts per week, and have some days at home with the kids during the summer. Too much freedom is not a good thing, especially at Asia's age! So pray for us, if you so choose, that our family will be patient with me while I do this thing that I need to do. Livvy is starting to ask for Leon at bedtime, which tells me that I have been working too much lately. (Was it that, or the bags under my eyes, or forgetting where I live ... I don't remember) I have a total of five days off in just over two months. Not very good, but necessary for the short term.
Leon is still trying to do the fire dept thing. There is an opening at one of the chemical plants in the Fort. He is hoping for that, while still trying with the city. That would mean we would both be shift work, and I would work around his schedule, but at least one of us would be home the majority of the time. We can get reacquainted (whoa, I think I totally spelled that wrong!) later.
As for Liv, she is a non-stop talker now. She yaks and yaks and yaks. She tells tall tales (When she gets bigger, we'll just call them lies, but for now ...) and tattle-tales! It's usually Cassie that is to blame when things go wrong in her world. She sings, and dances and is just a little nutball! She saw a spider and Lynne and Diniz's and had nightmares all night. She tells everyone about that spider!! (Maybe I should bug Lynne and tell her that if her house was a little cleaner, she wouldn't have the spider problem...lol) She fell asleep in my arms last night while we were watching a movie. That doesn't happen much anymore so I cherished it until my arm fell asleep. Ringo whipped her in the head with his tail, and her little eyebrows came together, but she didn't wake up lol! She is just too cute!
As I type this I am working at Alberta Hospital (or, you might say, not working, seeing as I am typing on my blog ... so I should say I am getting paid for passing the time here today.) while my family is Easter Dinnering with his family Hosted by Gerry and Marg. We are next to host, which will be Thanksgiving...... maybe I can pick up a couple shifts for that weekend too!!! lol Hosting big dinners is not my favorite thing. I consider it in the same category as, maybe, digging out ingrown toenails, or discussions with the kids' teachers, OH, or getting stuck at a very long, very slow train when you are low on gas, and desperately have to pee!!!
I suppose I should stop at that. Attention spans are low to non-exsistent these days, at least among the people I know! lol
Oh, Craid and Cindy had a baby boy on April 5, little no-name baby last I heard! He is beautiful!
Also, Tammy and Mark are due to have number three any day now! I am very excited for both little families. (But, no worries, not so excited that I am about to do it again!)
Cassie turned 10. No more single digits for her. She is starting to develop that pre-teen attitude, but not quite to the extent of our drama queen Asia! But, still, she has this foolish notion that she is her own person with her own thoughts and ideas, needs and dreams. I have to stomp on that immediately before it gets out of hand! lol She is a little extension of me. What a frightening thought! She has a guitar now, and a cute little case for it, but seeing as our lives are crazy busy, we have yet to get her anywhere for lessons. Shame on us, I know.
In February, Cassie raised $500 towards the Make a Wish Foundation, and the Stollery, and participated in the St. Valentine's Day Hair Massacre and shaved her head! She has handled it very well, better than I expected. She is still called a boy quite often (I make her wear pink and earrings as often as possible) and has lost her beautiful golden locks, as it is coming in dark brown. She is very proud of what she did, and because she hit the $500 mark, she gets a Kali-Bear. We go to pick it up next weekend.
In March we said good-bye to our first tween and welcomed a full-fledged teenager. Lord help us! She is a hormonal drama queen to beat all hormonal drama queens!!!! Everything is boys and her friends. Her friends know everything, and sometime between her turning 10 and 13 her parents brain cells all disolved into mush, resulting in us knowing absolutely nothing about anything ... EVER! Nothing is her fault, nor is life fair, and God help the person who is closest to her when she stubs her toe! It will, understandably be that person's fault. Our phone line is tied up because she holds it to her ear, and listens to music and plays on the computer all at once ... It is amazing the multitasking that can go on, yet she can't remember to bring her trombone home to practice!
I got another job at the Royal Alex Hospital. I will be a unit clerk in emergency, as well as a porter. I am looking forward to the porting job, as it has been years since I have been off my ass for any length of time, and it is starting to show. Oh, wait, it was showing a long time ago. I am working a lot between my clinic job, and the Alberta Hospital, now the Alec, and in June I have three weddings booked. Leon is doing a lot of single parenting these days. It is only temporary, though. I just do not have enough faith to leave my sure thing (the clinic) until I know that the other jobs will work out. My hope is that by June I can quit the clinic and just work the hospitals. I won't even book any more weddings. I will hopefully work three or four shifts per week, and have some days at home with the kids during the summer. Too much freedom is not a good thing, especially at Asia's age! So pray for us, if you so choose, that our family will be patient with me while I do this thing that I need to do. Livvy is starting to ask for Leon at bedtime, which tells me that I have been working too much lately. (Was it that, or the bags under my eyes, or forgetting where I live ... I don't remember) I have a total of five days off in just over two months. Not very good, but necessary for the short term.
Leon is still trying to do the fire dept thing. There is an opening at one of the chemical plants in the Fort. He is hoping for that, while still trying with the city. That would mean we would both be shift work, and I would work around his schedule, but at least one of us would be home the majority of the time. We can get reacquainted (whoa, I think I totally spelled that wrong!) later.
As for Liv, she is a non-stop talker now. She yaks and yaks and yaks. She tells tall tales (When she gets bigger, we'll just call them lies, but for now ...) and tattle-tales! It's usually Cassie that is to blame when things go wrong in her world. She sings, and dances and is just a little nutball! She saw a spider and Lynne and Diniz's and had nightmares all night. She tells everyone about that spider!! (Maybe I should bug Lynne and tell her that if her house was a little cleaner, she wouldn't have the spider problem...lol) She fell asleep in my arms last night while we were watching a movie. That doesn't happen much anymore so I cherished it until my arm fell asleep. Ringo whipped her in the head with his tail, and her little eyebrows came together, but she didn't wake up lol! She is just too cute!
As I type this I am working at Alberta Hospital (or, you might say, not working, seeing as I am typing on my blog ... so I should say I am getting paid for passing the time here today.) while my family is Easter Dinnering with his family Hosted by Gerry and Marg. We are next to host, which will be Thanksgiving...... maybe I can pick up a couple shifts for that weekend too!!! lol Hosting big dinners is not my favorite thing. I consider it in the same category as, maybe, digging out ingrown toenails, or discussions with the kids' teachers, OH, or getting stuck at a very long, very slow train when you are low on gas, and desperately have to pee!!!
I suppose I should stop at that. Attention spans are low to non-exsistent these days, at least among the people I know! lol
Oh, Craid and Cindy had a baby boy on April 5, little no-name baby last I heard! He is beautiful!
Also, Tammy and Mark are due to have number three any day now! I am very excited for both little families. (But, no worries, not so excited that I am about to do it again!)
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