Tragedies and Milestones

It has been a whirlwind of activities this past week. The last week of school brought with it storms, school parties and kindergarten graduation. It was a week of tears; happy and sad. On Monday we cried for our neighbors in Moore, OK.....and we continue to cry and pray. Lives were lost, destroyed, uprooted and turned upside down when a F-5 tornado plowed through their lives. It saddens me to the core. I have lived in a few different places in the US, and traveled to far more places. No matter where I have been, people always say "Oklahoma people are SO NICE, they are just good people." I always knew this to be true, and this week just proves it even more. Okies, well, we just take care of each other. We have been through some bad times. Bombings, tornados, floods.....but we always come out of it stronger than before. In the past I always wanted to get out of Oklahoma and move to somewhere more exciting. I think I will hang around for a bit longer.

Aulton hit a major milestone this week. He is officially a first grader! He is so excited. He had a speaking part in the graduation ceremony and he nailed it! On the way home he was so excited to get home and go through all of his things that he was given at graduation. He was most excited about opening his rolled up diploma with the pretty yellow ribbon wrapped around it. He rushed in the house, threw all of his stuff on the floor and hurriedly unrolled his 'diploma'. He made the saddest face and said "momma, it is a blank piece of paper." I explained that they did that so that the real diploma would not get messed up and then I showed him his real diploma in the envelope. He looked at me, still hacked off, and said "momma, when I graduate from college there better be something written on my rolled up diploma!"

Madelyn is officially a pre-K'er!!! She had a an end of school party with her friends. On the way home from school she did a fist pump down to her side and said "oh yeah, made it to Mrs. Dills' class"! She has big plans for her upcoming pre-k year. She honestly believes that she will get to wear her princess dresses to school every day. I read a paper that was sent home and it read "pre-3 stats". On it, it listed her favorite color was purple, favorite food was pizza, favorite thing about school was everything, and the big question of what do you want to be when you grow up......Rapunzel!

We are just a bit crazy about Rapunzel

Mother's Day at Rejoice Schools

My sweet babies had wonderful Mother's Day events at their school. Their teachers did such an awesome job. It brought tears to my eyes.

Madelyn on the cover of a cookbook. Adorable! Thank you Mrs. King!

Aulton's handmade Mother's Day card. The sweetest!

I know that having children is not for everyone, but I sure am glad it was for me! 

Congrats Nursing Students....You Just Bathed a Dead Man

Oh nursing school. If you can survive it, I am convinced you can survive anything. It is not that it is all that hard.....they just make it hard. They fill it full of useless chaos, along with the already rigorous curriculum. Since it is Nurse's Week, I wanted to tip my hat to all of those poor souls who are in the midst of dealing with the chaos known as Nursing School......

It was our first day of clinicals. Up to that point we had only attended our theory classes and conducted bathing and basic need "clinicals" on dummies in our lab at school. To say we were GREEEN was an understatement. We knew how to bathe a patient and how not to kill them. Scary.

Six of us showed up to clinicals at our assigned hospital. We were starched, clean and organized....and completely utterly terrified. Our instructor divided us into two groups of three. The actual staff nurses had already completed their shift report prior to us arriving; therefore our instructor gave us a brief rundown of our patient and what needed to be completed. Bath and bedding change....how hard could it be. My patient was less than pleasant. She did not want to be there and made mention of it more than once while I was trying to convince her the importance of cleansing her nether-regions and changing her bedding in the best Florence Nightingale attitude I could muster. My two sidekicks were right there with me. Each giving the look of "lets just get through this, survive, and check it off our list". We finished and left the room. The other group had completed their patient as well. They were at the nurse's desk waiting to be checked off by our instructor. The instructor was tied up so the charge nurse offered to go in and check things over. She went into the other patient's room first....so naturally all 6 of us filed in there as well (eager to learn I tell ya!). There all 7 us stood around the patient's bed staring at this extremely old man. The nurse just casually said "oh, bless his heart, he finally passed". Mind you, we were green but all of us knew what "passed" meant. All of us...speechless with are eyeballs about to come out of our heads,  I was able to muster up a squeaky "um, excuse me?" The nurse, still very calm, said "oh we have been expecting him to pass for two weeks now. See he was here for palliative care. I am just so happy he is no longer suffering." Three students made a dash for the door, two of us stood there not knowing what to do or say, and I believe...to this day...the other one peed her pants. Not 100%, but pretty darn sure (thank God for those white nursing pants!) All I wanted to do was make a beeline to my crotchedy hateful woman and give her a big hug for not dying on me.

So we gathered in the hallway totally convinced that we would be immediately thrown out of the program and charges would be filed for killing our first patient while giving him a bath. Our instructor became aware of the chaos, crying, and peeing of pants and rushed to find out what happened. The staff nurse was finally clued in that the 3 students felt it was their fault the man had died. So there stood the nurse and our instructor trying to calm us all down and explain that it was nothing we had done. By the end of the day "we could all laugh about the situation"....(I still think a few are in therapy), and we all  graduated two years later. Looking back I think the little old man made a deal with God. I would imagine he was telling God to hold on for a few minutes because he wanted to scare the crap out of 6 nursing students.

Excuse me ma'am, are you aware of your GI Bleed?

With it being national nurse's week (thank you Hallmark), I feel compelled to share a nurse story. Nurses are a strange breed of people. Actually, we are just a group of educated, licensed, weirdos. We do weird things, like smell people. We smell our kids, spouse, animals, strangers, you name it....we smell it. There are a few things that if a nurse has been a nurse for any amount of time they will be able to lock onto instantaneously. Those things are C-diff, wound infections, and the big one GI BLEED. If you are a highly trained weirdo you can smell cancer. I am proud to be in that elite group so if you feel you are suffering a bout of cancer, give me a ring and I will come over and sniff ya.

Recently my beloved and our offspring took a road trip and I had to stop at Walgreens for some chapstick. While I was in the store I thought it to be a perfect opportunity to use the bathroom. As soon as I opened the door to the women's bathroom it hit me like a brick wall.....GI BLEED! So I make it to my stall all the while sniffing the air to see just HOW bad the GI bleed was. By the time I was in my stall I had determined that the lady next me may possibly be bleeding out. I did the look under the stall to see if feet were firmly planted with no sagging head between them, check....we were ok. Then I sat there thinking "I have to tell this woman she has a GI bleed. I wonder if she knows...surely she knows MY GOD a person in the next city would know". But then how do I tell this woman she has a GI bleed? I began rehearsing in my mind "um excuse me ma'am, I was sniffing the air and caught of whiff of your poo and as a nurse it is my obligation to inform you that you may very well meet Jesus tonight if you do not go to the ER immediately" ...that would terrify her. Then I thought perhaps I should just casually ask her if she had been experiencing any stomach discomfort. Um, awkward. As I sat on the toilet rehearsing, the woman washed her hands and exited the bathroom.  Oh dear God she is getting away!! I hurried and stormed out of the bathroom to find her. I paced Walgreens looking at about 10 different women. Great, which one was it? Should I just walk behind a couple of them and sniff? That may get me jail time, so scratch that idea. I know, I will go to the car and ask Donald what I should do. I made it to the car and told him the whole story and how it was imperative to get this woman help.....immediately. He looked at me like I had 10 heads, said God I love you and started down I-40. If you know of anyone who died of a massive GI bleed outside of a Walgreens....I am sorry. I tried. 

An Introduction

I am a 30....ish girl from the fab state of Oklahoma. I married the last remaining sweet man 9 years ago. We blessed this world with two of the quirkiest kids ever to descend from the heavens. I am writing this blog to celebrate the hilarities of life. We tend to take life a bit too serious and it is my goal to ensure that we do not! I am a wife, mother, registered nurse and MS survivor/slayer. In a nutshell, I have tons of stories to share. If you are easily offended by my offbeat humor at times, please do not take me too serious....just as life. 

Me and my babes