I figure that since I am home with my 4 year old and her crud today, I'd take some time to write a new post while she naps. Wonderful thing that Benadryl is. I remember once when I gave it to her, she must have rolled out of bed because when I went in to check on her she was on the floor, wedged between the bed and the wall, fast asleep.
She didn't even stir when I picked her up to put her back to bed. And it would have scared the "ESS" out of me...except she was snoring like a grown man. And anyone whose heard my child snore, knows that is all the sign of life you need.
She's gets that from her Mama. I snore like 2 grown men when I am really tired. Gotta get that good chainsaw sounding sleep in every once in a while.
Helps to replenish your sexy. But at 3:00 in the morning, Hubby would probably disagree.
Anywho, its been a good few days at clinic this week. As usual, there is very rarely a dull moment to be had. Between the staff and the patients, I don't think there is a completely normal person in the bunch. Not even AF. I think her "crazy" is a bit more normal than the rest of our "crazy," but she fits right into our collective "crazy" nonetheless. We also have a fairly new member of our team, DP, who at first glance you would think was super quiet. I thought we might scare her off when she first began working with us, but now I plainly see that we definitely don't have to worry about that. She's so efficient and on top of things. And I think, you better not mess with her. Not only because the rest of us will come looking for you, but because I'm almost sure that if you rub her the wrong way, you'll get told off. Her "crazy" is quiet. But she is from off that water like me and KB, so she is probably still "crazy."
But there are 2 characters in the cast that the word "crazy" might not begin to touch.
Let me explain.
CK has some odd ways too. Real odd. When she eats a Snicker Bar, she eats the chocolate off of the top of the candy bar and then saves the rest for later. I guess it might be more odd that it bothers me so much. We asked her about it one time, but I don't remember what her reasoning was. And I probably don't remember because it didn't make sense to me. Another thing I find odd about her is that she eats Nilla Wafers like they are regular cookies. Again, I might be the odd one, but the only time I think that people should eat Nilla Wafers is if they are in banana pudding. Otherwise, it just doesn't make sense. And then there's the story about the drug test she took before she was hired on with us. It bothered me. But I am still investigating the situation because I think she was taken advantage of. I can't go into detail for REALLY FUNNY reasons, but just know that I'm going to get to the bottom of that foolishness on her behalf. Last week I asked her to stop responding to me with "ma'am." So when I called her name, instead of saying "ma'am" she said what I think I heard to be "Yurp!" Uh, no. I told her that if that was the alternative, "ma'am" would do just fine. If you ever meet her, ask her about "baby hair," taking "baby" sand to the beach, and why she doesn't think that people should have dogs as pets. No. For real. Ask her. Then tell me something isn't loose somewhere. (I am sure she has her eyes stretched wiiiiide open as she is reading this).
And then there is HL. Dear sweet, HL. Bless her heart. She is too funny. Almost to a fault. And usually without meaning to be. Last week, at one of the clinic sites where we share a really small office and one desk, she and I were sitting beside each other on one side of the desk. We were nowhere near close enough that we had to be touching at all, but every few seconds, she would step on my toe. The first couple of times, I didn't pay it much mind. But after the 4th or 5th time, my pinky toe couldn't take it anymore and I threatened to punch her if she did it again. I thought maybe she was doing it deliberately, but I actually think she has so much energy that she couldn't be still if she wanted to. And then there was last Friday when we were sitting in our makeshift office. She and AF were behind their partition on one side of the room and CK and I were behind our partition on the other side of the room. I called out to HL and asked her if she could come over for a second. All I heard was her voice from behind the partition saying, "Sorry honey, but I'm sitting down right now." (O_o) Ok. But I think that was the point of asking her to come over. She got a pass for being a smart butt, because she wasn't feeling well that day. I wish I had time and space to tell you about her and her friends using Blue Magic hair grease as tanning lotion when they were in 7th grade. Or the fact that its her fault that "Bands A Make Her Dance" is currently our unofficial theme song. But I don't. So I will just say that I hope her lost rottweiler finds his way back to her in good health with the help of that dog whisperer that contacted them. Being sad doesn't suit her.
KB is going to escape unscathed this go round. But threatening your pretty little dog with a shock collar and breaking out in the "Cupid Shuffle" (or was it the "Wobble") in the middle of the street doesn't leave much question about where she falls in all this.
And yeah, yeah, yeah. I know its like the pot calling the kettle black.
But dis here is my blog.
Where anybody can get slapped.
But, duuuhh!!! Why would I slap myself???
Love you guys. I would not be here without you.
Towanna
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