A new cousin

My cousin Greg and his wife Liz added to the Mosher brood by bringing another adorable girl into the world. Miss Lily now has a little sister, Miss DeLaney. She is very cute and weighed in at 8 lbs 5 oz. Reminds me of when Miss V was born a little over a year ago. Miss Victoria is a big girl now and she and her parents are moving back to texas. I am very, very excited. Can't wait to meet Miss DeLaney in person. She looks like a cutie and if she's anything like her big sister she will be good.

Sometimes

Sometimes it's nice to take a break from the routine and sometimes it is nice when someone can realize that you try to make the routine a little less mundane. Yesterday, not my weekend to work, I worked so that I could be off on tuesday. Needless to say it was quite interesting the "hornet's nest" I walked into. Everyone felt the need to express to me their dissatisfaction with the way the place was run on Saturday night. It's interesting because I'm not really even supposed to be one of the constant charge nurses, but lately it seems I've had to take on that role more than ever. Don't get me wrong, I don't mind doing it, but sometimes it creates bigger challenges. I am trying. I am really trying but sometimes I feel like people are trying to pummel me. Well, I guess the saying what doesn't kill us makes us stronger. Hmmm...that's a good thought.

Roots

Have you ever noticed that whenever something dramatic/traumatic happens we instantly return to our roots? I don't mean neccessarily our roots of family, but that happens sometimes too. More often than not, when I say that I return to my roots I am talking about my friends. Those people whom no me better than I know myself most of the time and whom can challenge me by saying one word. Whenever something happens that I don't like or that completely and utterly rocks my boat...I turn to my roots for explanation. I have to give kudos to this group because they are always there for me and they always have some insight to lend to the situation. Who knows? Anyways, guess I should catch some more zzz's before I'm off to my new "month" of work and the new "me." :)

Today...

Today was one of those days that started out almost perfect. I swam my mile at the gym and even got to catch a glimpse of the sun coming up after the rains stopped here. I went to Starbucks and got coffee before going to work for a training class. Little did i know that I would be blindsided yet again. It's one thing to have to go to work in the middle of the a.m. to take a class, but it's yet another to have to continually deal with the same daunting issue. I'm a loudmouth..I know, big shocker there, but truly I am and sometimes it's definitely to my detriment. Escaping specifics, let's just say I continually feel like the child of the department in this area. Physically and professionally it wears on me. I mean I think I'm pretty good at what I do and I put up with a LOT, but somehow conversations always go back to the same fundamental issue when it comes to me. Needless to say I'm wholly sick of it. God help me to get through this and turn this "teachable moment" into something positive and constructive. I don't know how much longer I can do this or how much I can actually change my perspective, but at this point something has to shift. I guess it just demonstrates how much a "work in progress" all of us truly are.

Verdell

Remember the little dog from "As Good As It Gets" ?? One of my good friends has fondly given me this name for several years. I initially thought it was cheesy and crazy that he named me after a dog, but hey now I find it sort of endearing. He still has a better nickname than me..He will always be Dr. Dre to me. Not only is it because he's actually a doctor, but it sounds good. Although how Dr. Dre and Verdell fit together as friends I will never actually know. It stood the test of time though.

Gym Catastrophies

Sometimes it's hard enough to drag yourself to the gym, but when you hit that stride where you are going as often as you like/want and then something happens. It becomes enough to derail even the toughest of workout buffs. Yesterday I decided to workout in the a.m. after I got off work. My a.m. workout usually consists of swimming laps for about a mile or sometimes a mile and 1/2. It was a long weekend at work and after a 5 day stretch of days I decided to do my mile. After the "blue hair" geriatrics took over the pool for their watercise class I got out. That's when I saw the most horrific thing I've ever seen in my life. Some old man was in the corner with his "pecker" out I presume peeing in the pool. I was in shock. I was left speechless. Needless to say I did my best to get out of there as fast as possible. Oh the horror. But wait...It gets worse.

Yesterday evening I went to the gym with one of my girlfriends to do weights and while we were there EMS showed up to pick up some lady who apparently hit her head on the concrete floor and was bleeding. Oh the horror. It's bad enough I see 30-40 EMTs a night at work, but now I'm seeing them when I'm working out. Oh the horror !!! I'm still going back this a.m. to see what else I can find in the gym. NO MORE PECKERS IN THE POOL!!!

Hardwork, Dedication and Compromise

Hardwork and dedication have always been staples of my life. I truly believe that to get what you want out of life you have to work hard and dedicate yourself to that pursuit. Granted life happens and things may change, but if you continue to work towards your ultimate goal you can achieve it. Then why are we, as women, so quick to compromise when it comes to love. All too often we forget about the hardwork and dedication that it takes to make relationships work and settle for something that is "easy" or maybe even because it "easily" came to us. Recently there was a relationship that ended and the more I look back, I know hindsight is 20/20, the more I realize I was totally "settling." I hate to admit it, but I wasn't giving myself enough credit. I'm a good catch (at least I think so). Why was I so quick to "compromise" what I truly want from a relationship? I guess what doesn't kill us makes us stronger and the sooner we realize that compromise is not the way to go in relationships perhaps the happier and easier they become.

A Working I Shall Go

I guess my hiatus from work is now over, and it's time for me to go back to the grind tonight. Working night shift always creates a strange working situation, but tonight I've learned that with the impending tropical storm arrival tomorrow we're now on "watch." I don't know exactly what that means, but being part of the "ride out" team is not exactly what I had in mind for fun at this point. I guess only time will tell what will truly happen, but hopefully the storm will pass quickly and/or not make landfall anywhere near houston. Supposedly there's another storm about to hit the Yucatan. I hope it doesn't because I want to go scuba diving this fall. I guess we'll just have to wait and see. To work I shall go...

Where have you been???

I have been M.I.A. from the land of the blog for almost a year now. Yep, that's right things were going so well that I didn't feel the need to post anything on here. I'm still working in the same emergency department with the same issues, and if you don't know what they are I'm sure they'll come up soon. The past year has been a whirlwind of travel. I've been to Cancun, Seattle, The Philippines, Whistler, back to Seattle, Belize, Cozumel, Las Vegas, Dallas and Los Angeles just to name a few. Little "toots" is now over a year old and might possibly be back living in TX in a few short months. I am back in school and should be done with the "N" after my "BS" by Christmas of this year.
I had to change the name to "seriously" because I now know exactly what Grey's Anatomy is trying to convey with that one little word. It's amazing how applicable it is to my current life. My friends and I have been through some "seriously" situations lately and so I felt it was truly neccessary to change the title to that one cryptic word. Hopefully I'll be more forthcoming with posting and will have better things to say in the upcoming year. For now...Seriously, how many times does one have to call someone before he/she calls back?