Mama Mia !!!!!!

I loved it! It was so funfilled and FUNNY! It had a great story line and was well acted, I thought. Pierce Brosnan's singing was comedy on its own but you gotta hand it to the guy for having fun with it and daring to do it (and was probably well paid) I loved Meryl Streep's friends; they played their roles superbly and were remarkably fit and energetic for gals their age. The scenery was most enjoyable and the filming was beautifully done. I think I will drag Bob to it next week, I think he will like it too.
Other than discovering that I was wearing two different shoes after the movie had finished, and realizing that I had spent the whole day in them, including a walk around Armstrong, a visit to the dentist, dinner out and Earls, AND the movie, it was a pretty good day. The over-priced ice cream at the Marble Slab gave me heart burn so I won't be going back there any time soon. Good thing I only had 1/2 of a child sized dish($3.75)You can buy an entire bucket of Island Farms ice cream at Askews this week for $3.98, for crying out loud. And this stuff was no better! What is the world coming too???

A Cruise with Cruise

I must confess, I had the most enjoyable night! I can hear my children groan already: too much information, mother!!! No no, no worries about your dad being involved. It was all IN MY DREAMS. I was on a submarine with Tom Cruise, going all the way from Vancouver to Alaska. Funny thing is that yesterday I was expressing interest in going on an Alaskan cruise, but I certainly didn't mean TOM!(as I am not a fan, at all!) but in the dream, it was just him and me, and a few submarine lackeys, doing the work. It was extremely interesting, as one could climb out and stand on top as we whizzed over ALL those other subs in the water, nearly hitting many of then and at one time swamping and overturning a ferry boat loaded with people. We just kept going, thinking, oh they probably have rescuers on board, or life jackets at least. THEN, when we were inside the sub and alone, I got just a bit frisky(which in itself is enough to designate this story as a mere dream) and thought I'd put the move on TOM. He was responsive to a point, then he asked, did I want my hand CRUSHED, because that is what he'd have to do if I carried on in this way. That is right after I discovered he had a very small pizel, and he was a bit embarrassed. Of course, I was embarrassed because I didn't manage to make it grow. Hey, it was a DREAM okay? Anyhow, he looked better in the dream than in real life, he didn't have that goofy gummy smile. And to make it even better, later on, he turned into Harm from JAG, who is WAY more cute that Tom. Aside from the aborted attempt at adultery, it was a good trip, but I never did see Alaska. And at the end, I got my money back...Really, you had to be there, it was GREAT!

Notice given!

Well, I DID IT! I gave my notice. Handed in my resignation. Wow what a great feeling of enlightenment. Not like the Buddhist way of enlightenment. Rather the enlightenment one feels when one unties a immense albatross from around one's neck. Oh what a feeling. Even though I still have 8 weeks to work, which works out to 24 shifts, it still feels GOOD. Just have to send the papers in to the pension people that is it!
So of course this day was a lot better. Busier for starters, and had exceptionally nice patients that cooperated by not fainting or puking at inopportune times. And everyone was friendly today, perhaps as a reflection of my own euphoric mood.
Now I am just glad to be off for two days, even though tomorrow includes a visit to the dentist, to get my bridge installed.
My goodness, is it ever raining outside. Hoo-wheeee! We sure need that. We went for a walk tonight, luckily it didn't let loose while we were out. Montana the spotted wonder dog wouldn't have liked that. She hates the feel of water droplets on her meagre coat. Reminds her of a bath perhaps...
Looking forward to seeing Mama Mia tomorrow night. Bob, Bruce and Colleen will go to Batman, and ML and I will see MM. Should be fun... I LOVE ABBA!

Monday has gone

Well, that day has come and gone. And it was boring, and long, and seemingly endless. But tomorrow I'll go back and do it all over again, although it looks like it may be a tad busier.
After work we had a nourishing meal of low fat bratwurst wrapped in whole wheat tortilla's accompanied by steamed edemame. Mmmm you have no idea how luscious that was! It was so friggin hot in the house, I had no desire to cook. Anyhow it worked and we were full.
Joan phoned, she has moved AGAIN. We talked for at least an hour. I don't know how we do it but we rarely run out of stuff to discuss. She too is retiring, albeit a month later, so maybe we can do the odd little jaunt together ala Thelma and Louise without the driving over a cliff part. Joan was my best friend in nursing school and we have remained close over the years although we go a long time without actually seeing each other. She is in a totally different socio-economic bracket (read LOADED) which has always made me a bit uncomfortable , but it doesn't seem to bother her.
Today I started on this stuff called PGX. It is a soluble fiber product that absorbs water and reduces the speed at which sugars are absorbed by the bloodstream causing a stabilization of blood sugar, allegedly reducing hunger. We shall see. So far it has made me burp and feel like puking. But that's the first dose. I will try it again tomorrow and see...
Tomorrow it is supposed to cool off big time and perhaps even rain. I sure hope it does. It is too darn dry everywhere and I worry about fire. I hate the smell of forest fire in the air;it makes me feel panicky and like I can't breath properly.
later...

Sunday has come and gone. Got our long awaited Mexican chiminea from B&C's sale, it is very cute, the perfect size for our yard. After Brekkie out, we headed out to Fintry, mainly to find some more caches to make Bob happy. Well, he found four today so he WAS happy. Climbed up to the top of the falls(455 steps or something equally excessive, damn near killed me with heat exhaustion) but at least i got my exercise today. The dog didn't but I did.
Tomorrow it's back to work. Yuck, daycare. It'll either stink with boredom, or be crazy busy. It is always one of the other, rarely a happy medium. I am tempted to phone in sick but that won't do, I don't do well with dishonesty. Oh these two days too will pass and then I am off again.
Today I ran into someone I worked with 25 yrs ago. She has grown up and she has grandchildren! What a shock. She approached me, I would never have recognised her. That was weird.

Who'da thunk it? Me writing a blog. Well, why not me? I like to write and sometimes it is easier to keyboard than to put a pen to paper. And besides, its easier to read. And I don't always want to write TO someone, as they never write back with the same wordfilled sagas that I dish out. So just to write and not expect feedback is what this little blog will do; allow me to verbalize those angsts that plague me now and again, and get my thoughts on paper where I can rehash them and figure out how I feel about them.
Who am I? I am a fifty something woman, who is closer to sixty than fifty, and who doesn't mind that fact a bit. I am tired. Tired of being young and trying to be and/or have the body I've never had. I read a book recently, called "NO! I don't want to join your Bookclub" and I so identified with the narrator who just totally accepted getting older and its accompanying pitfalls.
I know that relatively speaking, I am still young, compared to the 84 yr old up the road, or the 92 yr old who had a pacemaker inserted the other day. But compared to the new, young and gorgeous crop of nurses that keep appearing at my workplace, I feel (and am) old!
It makes me think of when I was a new nurse, 35 years ago, and I worked with a couple of OLD nurses in the small hospital where I started my career. I wondered why they would still be working at their advanced ages, and they must have been in their early 50's then. And the odd one I have worked with over the years, who could no longer cut it and carry her fair load, and I remember thinking, I hope I recognize this trait in myself just before I get like that. Well, I think I have, and am therefore retiring in the fall, at the tender age of 57. Oh, I'll still work, a couple of days a week, when and where I chose. Just having the freedom to decide that will be a real plus.
But enough for now. I got a start on this blog thing and now must leave something to say another day.