Bridal Shower

The bride to be and her father...
The bride in her toilet paper dress. A fun game that is played at bridal showers when a few teams are formed and it is decided who will be the bride and each team is given a few rolls of toilet paper to make a wedding dress. At the end of the game, the bride is supposed to choose the winner of the most beautiful "dress" or whatever other interesting title they could come up with. We won. I did the braided straps, as well as the "bow" atop the veil.

My Grandmother, my Aunt, and one of my cousins.

The table settings...

...and this is what was inside the tarp. I loved the use of crystals! So feminine and yet sophisticated.

Danielle, the bride to be, in white, with my cousins to each side of her, and my cousin's daughter in the middle.

Present time is the best!!! Nice hat too, her sister had made it for her out of a brown paper bag. Turned out nice, eh?

Congratulations to the bride to be!!!

Some of the funnier ones

The cake! The cake! Who wrote that blasted "O-word" on the cake! Shame, shame shame!!!
OOH! That shaved ice was COLD!!!!

These were the loosers of the party. She claims that she dressed 20's because "Dr. Suess was born in the 20's and my shirt has Dr. Suess characters on it." LAME! Her husband didn't even try to come up with an excuse. He just complained that he had to park so far way (a block away.) Mind you, the invitations were very clear that costumes were REQUIRED.
And this is my very special, took an hour and a half to do, hair do....after the rollercoaster and the convertable with the top down. Lovely. I look like Ronaldd McDonnald. (sic)

Mom's after effects of the snowcone. Nice tongue Mom!

Weeeeee!!!!! I'm having fun at my party!!!! I love champagne!!!!!

Someone must have said something funny!

Margo in the top-down convertible, in transit! Man, but we did have fun!!!

You must be asking yourself, what is a convict doing with a pick ax? Well, with my Grandpa, it just makes sence. The bigger question is, what's a gal like that doing with an excaped convict?

Aah, what a great time.

It was a grand day!

It's good to be me, and it was sure good to be me in my 20's!

meow

Just another tiny bit of the fun we had celebrating the loss of my 20's. Aren't we just the cat's pajamas?

So here I sit in orientation for my fabulous new job, which I have decided is quite the perfect job for me and every day I am "practicing" my job I am finding that I love more and more.
Today, I am learning the "computer charting" aspect of my job. We use a computer system called Mysis. As far as I am concerned, it is one of the easiest to use computer systems I have ever used. Lots of boxes to check, screens stay red until they are all filled out and then they turn green (green means go) when everything is filled out and ready to be saved. Lots of nice, tidy fill in the blanks and it's way easy to navigate. I love it so far. And it has pretty colors. Most of the blanks are white or aqua or navy. One of my favorite color schemes! Woo hoo!
Now what IT person stops to think of the color design aspect of their program? The good ones I work with!
I wonder, though, if the reason I think it is easy is because for the last 5 years I have been learning a completely new computer system every 3 months or so. Hmmmmm...
It's funny the names that people come up with for these things. This one was my favorite:
Last Word.
Brilliant!
So, knowing IT people can be a bit on the boring side, but my instructor is an RN, and I am certainly not a boring person, I like to have some fun with this practice charting. Being the creative person that I am, and knowing none of this is going to be saved or actually attached to the patients chart, I like to make practice entries like this:
"Upon entering home, pt is observed to be sitting in her recliner wearing a dingy white wifebeater, smoking a cigarette, and watching her proclaimed favorite TV show. She appears discheveled, and is not wearing pants."
Intervention: Jumped on the couch with her, grabbed some popcorn, and told her to shut her trap.
Evaluation: Pt started shouting "I love Bob Barkker! I love Bob Barkker!" and doing her happy dance which consisted of hopping on one foot at a time and shaking her butt, flinging urine across the room and into my popcorn. I excused myself from the situation and requested that she put her pants on, which she did, and then we got new popcorn and continued to watch tv. Pt tolerated visit well.

I must say things like that are more amusing than the tradition "Pt complains of shortness of breath, nausea and vomiting."
Boring!

Life is short! Spice it up! This is one of my rare opportunities to express my creativity within my profession.
Other examples of my "expressions" for your enjoyment:

Medication indication: Wackiness.
Allergies: Death
Son's name: Gunn, Sonofa

It's good to be me!

Delayed reaction

Getting ready for the party!!! Nice ride, eh?

2 pictures from my Birthday...

I had an absolute BLAST on my birthday! These are just teasers, I will be posting more pictures of the actual party which many of you have heard rumors of.

And these last few pictures are for my mother. There you go!

Keep posted, I will be posting with commentary over the next few days. It's that "grown up, responsible" thing kicking in now that I am 30. (oh, but it is still good to be me, even at 30!)