At 2 am on Friday morning I woke to a loud sounds outside my house. I sat up half awake wondering why it sounded like a freight train was outside my bedroom window. My boyfriend came into the bedroom and I sleepily asked him if it was the expected thunderstorms. He said no it was worse, way worse. I got out of bed and grabbed out sleeping daughter. I put her in our bed and covered her with the blankets. If I had been thinking more clearly I would have gone into the bathroom and hunkered down. But as it was we huddled against the wall and waited out the storm. The next day I stepped outside and looked around. A tornado had hit the houses behind ours and five of them were gone. It was horrible to see five houses gone, trees uprooted, and no less then five electric poles lying on the street. We had 4 fire trucks, 10 police cars, a red cross truck and a mobile command center on the corner of our street coordinating clean up efforts. All the streets leading to our complex were blocked off. I couldn't even walk out to get to work. The police told me to get back inside that it was still dangerous due to rubble in the trees and collapsing houses. Our quiet peaceful neighborhood looked like a war zone.
For about 27 hours we had no power. That was the hardest part I think. I went to the the grocery store with a friend to get something for our kids to eat for breakfast. Since we had no power I couldn't find much to buy that would last until we had power. Milk, cheese, yogurt, and lunchables were out of the question. With no working fridge they would spoil fast in the growing heat. Doughnuts and juice were breakfast and I got chips, jerky, and muffins for snacking later. Once back home we didn't know what to do next. We walked around asking if anyone needed help and when we were told no we went home. We played games with our daughter, talked and stared at the wall. Later my sister who lives in a different town came over she took me and Alison to get some dinner. Her and her husband own several subways and we got sandwiches, sodas and chips for dinner. We went to bed early that night because when it got pitch black there wasn't anything to do. Luckily we got power back by Saturday noon.
Still fighting with the cable company over our phone, internet, and cable services. As I am writing this it came back on for an hour then went off again. Since Saturday I have called Time Warner multiple time and talked to 10 different people and gotten as many different answers. Now I am mad!!!!
....She fought for each breath she took, each breath came slower then the last. Struggling on despite family and friends telling her it would all be ok. That it would all be over soon. That she could at last go home. She looked relaxed and peaceful but you could feel the fear coming off of her....
Her name was Barbara and she went to be with God at 2:20pm. Her son told us today that she had always been scared of dying. She held on so long and fought the inevitable because of that fear. Staff and family told her it was ok to let go. Her son told her he loved her and to stop fighting. I have been taking care of her ever since she moved into the nursing home where I work. I loved her as I love all my patients. She was sweet, funny, and oh so ornery. Everyone loved Barbara. She will be missed.
That is what I love about my job. I love the fact that I can take care of people and be there for them until the end. Her son hugged me and told me he appreciated everything I (and everyone else) had done for his mother. The dying isn't what gets me sad. It's the pain the family endures after the resident is at peace. Words sound so trite and silly when you are saying them to grieving family. Somehow saying "I am sorry for your loss." or "it will all be ok." sounds stupid. But her family seemed to take comfort in that. Thats what we are there for. Comfort.
On the other hand what I hate about my job are the rude, self centered, egotistical idiots who are so wrapped up in their worlds that they don't think about other people. One woman is so stupid, so dumb she actually made herself fall on the floor and break her arm. She aways has a quick excuse to be sent out to the hospital so she can have more attention. Craziness I tell you! Between waiting on her hand and foot because her poor arm was broken and doing comfort care to the dying I had the shittiest day ever. And it was all because no one was paying (in her mind) attention to her broken arm. Yeah.
How dare we take care of a dying woman when we should be kissing her Highnesses boots? *strong sarcasm inserted here* I don't think I have ever disliked a resident as much as I do this woman.
I will always remember and miss Barbara but that other woman can go to hell.
Took a recent photo in my father in law's ripped apart basement. I used to live in that basement and went to see the changes he was doing. So far he is doing a great job. The place was a shit hole before (sorry dad) and now it looks better. The plans he has look awesome and i can't wait to see a finished product.
I want this. I would do anything...ANYTHING...for this! 19.50 euro is about $31 USD though.
/drool
Oh daddy!!!! :P
It's not fr the faint at heart. It's dark, gory and all to emotional but it helps me get my feelings out. I have only posted it on this one site so please be kind.
Loved the literature and writing classes of High School. I loved reading the books, poems and old writings. Especialy fun was British Literature. Thanks to these classes I read books I never would have touched before. Before when I heard Beowulf I thought of a monster but now I know he was the hero. No i didn't watch the film I prefer the book because I can imagine it better. I never would have touched Slaughter House Five, Catcher in the Rye, A Color Purple or any other classics. I am glad I took these classes.

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Ok I thought that Teletubbies, Barney, and Boobah was strange then this came out. What is this? Do people who make kids shows do drugs? I mean this is just the most strange looking thing I have ever seen. The whole premise is the guy brings his puppet friends to life by saying the magic words. No it's not Abracadabra it's....Yo Gabba Gabba.
I worry for the minds of kids. ;)

Yeah yeah motorhome's are for sissies :P You didn't have cable for few day either lol read more
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