My experience is limited, but I’ll tell you everything I know.

I have experience working with four state Board of Nursing organizations. That’s a pretty small percentage of the total, I realize.
For being separate organizations, they have a lot in common.
For one thing, it is virtually impossible to speak to a real person when you call.
But, on the off chance that you do get a real [...]

Wordless Wednesday

The illogical musings of an almost 4-year-old

“I like eggs. Daddy likes eggs. Mommy likes eggs. All peoples like eggs.”
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“No means yes!”
“So, does yes mean no?”
“No.”
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Animals that J insists he has heard in the backyard, which is a densely wooded area:
Dinosaurs
Tigers
Dolphins
Seals
Monkeys
He says, “They are dangerous, but if you get a big cage then you won’t have to ’till’ them.” (The ‘k’ sound [...]

Waste of Creativity

You know what’s a complete waste of my creativity?
I have some really clever, and I mean CLEVER, passwords to some of my accounts. Totally cute, play-on-words with numbers that play on the letters.
They’re ingenious, I tell you.
And I can never prove it.
I can’t even brag about it, although I’m obviously trying.
My husband can’t even remember [...]

It’s a bad sign when…

Your almost-four-year-old runs into the kitchen, grabs one paper towel and then runs into your bedroom.

This just made me laugh.

Read the story first.
I once heard a comedian say that unless you can actually see the baby coming out from between her legs, do not, under any circumstances ask a woman if she is pregnant.
This would be why I have yet to be asked if I’m pregnant. I’ve had people dance around it but until [...]

I wasn’t feeling old until he said that.

My birthday is this week.
I don’t usually get too excited about it.
And being a year older doesn’t bother me, yet.
Pregnancy has a way of making me feel older than I am, though. ‘Slow and tired’ does not spell ‘youthfulness’ in my book. But I wasn’t feeling too bad about the prospect of being 31.
Until the [...]

Imitation is the highest form of flattery or proof that they sometimes listen to me.

The kids were all getting ready for bed.
“Stop copying me! I don’t like it.” said C.
“Yeah. We don’t like it when you copy us, J!” S repeated.
“But C! It’s because I love you!” said J.
There’s nothing you can say to that.

The shaggy-headed boy finally gets a haircut…

And, incidentally, a bath.