Oh High School....

So, after attending my son high school basket ball game... all I could think of is old times at Marshall High.Thoughts were the days of tight Guess Jeans, big hair and blue eye shadow. Oh how much fun I had in high school with my side kicks Staci and Necee. We strutted our stuff thought the old halls and we really thought we were the S%$#.  Yes, even then I coveted my boobs and flat tummy.

So, feeling a little old I called one of my very best friends to take me out on the town and talk of nothing but old times and laugh the night away...Good times I will never forget and now I get to relive some of that though my son...Man is he big!

Come Home with Your Sheild or on it.....

I can't explain what it is like to be the mother of an amazing talented child. Last nights game was awesome although we lost. My son made a couple of saves but this team played dirty. He called me late last night...
"Mom, I failed and froze and didn't do as good as I can."
As my heart started to bleed right then and there I said Son in life you will have times of failure, but that doesn't mean that you give up. It takes failure to appreciate and attain success. I said you are part of a team, you all have to work together for a common goal...You nee4d to bring your teammates up when you feel like they are giving up. I told him remember in tract when your best friend helped and pushed to to get faster? He says "yes" well that is what you have to do when your team is in practice. Believe in them and believe in yourself because I do and you could never fail me. His best is good enough for me. I then told him he comes from greatness and that he will succeed this is only the first game. I told him to be a Spartan come home with your shield or on it!
I love that kid!

Damn Stalker...

Okay I am aware that my P is platinum but this is ridiculous....
Stalker guy has been calling me all weekend long morning, noon and night..
I'm like dude I really do work, I have things to do...
1. I have got to watch Jersey Shore re-runs..
2. I have to get my fix on crime solving techniques on ID TV
3. I have to look at funny videos on Break...
4. I need to lounge on the couch for most of the day...
5. i need to read my blogger friends and write my blog..
I'm really really busy...
I get a million text first it's the guilt trip...
Then it is the mad thing...
Then it's the plea to try and pull at my heart strings...
I don't do head games...I am just not effected...
I have no feelings...so I wrote him back finally and said...
I don't want to talk about feelings I don't owe you anything and your not my boyfriend.
Damn stalkers doesn't he know I can't be pierced with words especially when I am given the guilt trip..
Doesn't he know I am Mexican and we thrive on guilt trips...
The perils of dating...I really don't like it...
I decided to x out fire guy...not cute enough and too cocky
I'm not sure about blue eyes...
but the Marine is still in the running....

Busting out Grandma....

Sorry I have been a way for a while it is not as if I haven't needed you all or missed you terribly, but my Grandma was sick....

She is my Legacy and one of the Strongest woman I know. No really she is a woman of steal...coming to this country...at 15 yrs. old. Living through incredible losses...worked her whole life...

Last week I got a call from my Aunt and off we were " Road Trip". By the time I got there at 6:00 am she had been shocked with 260 J. My heart raced, I couldn't believe that my Grandmother had been shocked and escaped death. Her pacemaker (AV node, SA node failing). Pretty common really I have seen it many times and I have even paced someone externally in the ER. So, my mind was racing of all the things that can go wrong I gave thoughts ICU nurses a run for their money and they totally hated me been the task master but come on this is my grandmother that we are talking about with out her I would not be. She had a pacemaker placed at the end of the week and she is now up and running with her walker... asking for homemade tortillas and carne asada ...made with "Lard" Go figure! I say give her what she wants to eat. The hardest part is when the Dr. asked my Grandmother if she wanted to be intubated if anything went wrong...My heart sank when she said No, but it is her life and now we know....

God love my family but they are the craziest bunch around. My Grandmother has her adoptive Daughter living should I say off of her...and I had to do my best not to knock her out with her loud mouth and lies of telling everyone she was in "Nursing School". I seriously almost lost it! Anywho My family decided to go in shifts to make sure my Grandmother gets better and then my Aunt is going to take her shopping and break her out of the house she is living in. We are taking over! Some people use people for money and it makes me sick. I mean a week before we came...Wink wink someone broke into the house and took all of my Grandmother's gold and my Grandfather's purple heart...WHF?

Anywho seeing her reminded me of the strong women that I come from...able to withstand trials and tribulations of the heart...
And for now she is better and my heart lays at rest for now

Check out this hottness for Pantie dropper Thursday..

Oh yeah I got it like that a rap star...
I'm already really famous in my mind...
Don't be surprised if you see me on TMZ...
Oh yeah that is how I roll....

My new House Rules

Here is a funny old repost...a blast from the past!

This Poor Guy.....

So, this morning I check my e-mail and what did I find???.....

Ohhhh I felt so bad for this guy...he was actually very nice looking and he must be sweet to stick this out....This story is too juicy for me to hold back on....so here it is folks...he met her from a internet dating site....I had a really good laugh on this....you'll feel sorry for him too.....

"Here's my funny-traumatic story. If ever in my life I need therapy, this will be why. I answered and email I received on Match from a girl who claimed to be my type. After reading her profile I decided she seemed pretty down to Earth and funny. We emailed each other a few times and decided to talk on the phone. She seemed very high energy and pretty hilarious. We decided to try a first date. I suggested dinner. She claimed she likes to make first dates unforgettable and wants to have a "pajama party" at her house. Yes red flags went up in my head but I do give people the benefit of the doubt and the suggestion did fit her personality. I however told her I wasn't comfortable going to a strangers house in my pajamas but I would dress casual and grab a movie on the way. The next day I receive and email from her detailing all of the pajamas she owns and she wants me to pick the pair she is going to wear..yes again red flag. I emailed back that I couldn't see them so I cant make that decision. So against better judgment I go through with the date. I arrive at her house and ring the doorbell. A few seconds later the door opens. There before me stands a 3' 5" midget in little kids flannel-snowmen pajamas and white high heel pumps. On top of that she had the brightest red lipstick on I have ever seen and it was not subtle as it was not only on the lips, but also kind of smeared around the mouth like she just got done drinking a gallon of strawberry Kool-Aid. So totally in shock but not wanting to make her feel bad I go in. We talk for a few minutes and I suggest we start the movie. Let me say that it's a little weird sitting next to someone who's feet don't extend past the edge of the couch cushion. So, you would think that it couldn't get worse....well it did. She goes to the kitchen and brings me back a drink, which I'm sure it looked like I needed. She claimed it was Cranberry juice and Vodka. I take a sip and decided it tasted a little strange so I set it down and we watch the movie. Towards the end of the movie she goes to the bathroom and I decide to pour the drink out because I wasn't really in the "drinking" mood. Well, sitting on the counter is the EXPIRED cranberry juice bottle. Not just a little expired either, the bottle had an expiration date of 1999. So now totally freaked out I wait until the end of the movie, which seemed to take forever, and excuse myself and go home. Needless to say I didn't pursue it past that date. She was correct, it was memorable!! Do you have any dates that bad?"

Here we go again...

I got talked into it I admit...The only Dr. I have been with or pulled into the clean utility was Dr. Goldenrod, but as fate would have it I accepted the ofter to go to a party with a Dr. I know. Lord help me...Dr. get alcohol in them and they start kissing everybody...
So, Off I go to dinner and a house party of people I don't know...I'll give you the DL when I get home! Much love to ya people!

Straight up Hard core porn! Rich Frainklin

Doesn't that turn you on! He's hard core!

History of the Nurse...Lit my path...

This blog is dedicated to Liam...a man that just tells it like it is... Nursing hasn't always been the unprofessional professional job that is today...Yes, Believe it or not Nurses used to be prostitutes... I know right? but let's think about it? They took care of people that were contagious and weak...thoughts times were tought...no antiboticos .. But Florence Nightingale whole heartedly... gave it her all and literally saved the lives of men at war...for this I honor her today as I did the day in May 2006 when I myself walked down the the isle amongst the lit lamps...To all my nurses out there I'm sending a a big hug and much needed thanks!!!

Florence Nightingale
Born	12 May 1820(1820-05-12) Florence, Grand Duchy of Tuscany
Died	13 August 1910 (aged 90) Park Lane, London, United Kingdom
Profession	Nurse and Statistician
Institutions	Selimiye Barracks, Scutari
Specialism	Hospital hygiene and sanitation
Known for	Pioneering modern nursing

Florence Nightingale, OM, RRC (pronounced /ˈflɒrəns ˈnaɪtɪŋɡeɪl/, historically [ˈflɒɾəns]; 12 May 1820 – 13 August 1910) was an English nurse, writer and statistician. She came to prominence during the Crimean War for her pioneering work in nursing, and was dubbed "The Lady with the Lamp" after her habit of making rounds at night to tend injured soldiers. Nightingale laid the foundation stone of professional nursing with the principles summarised in the book Notes on Nursing. The Nightingale Pledge taken by new nurses was named in her honour, and the annual International Nurses Day is celebrated around the world on her birthday.

Coming up for air.....

I have had way to much turkey, turkey chili, turkey legs ( I always did have turkey legs), turkey dumplings and so much turkey that even my little Cece (my dog) wont eat it.
Think something happens to you when you go into a induced turkey psychosis...I mean I think that your brain is shut off or you loose sight of caloric intact and the turkey just takes you mind over I am not sure...
Or maybe this just happens to me and I like to take it out on the turkey as to way I sometime have what I like to call the " episode". Know the episode only happens every-now-and-then thankfully and I think it only really happens when I have to talk about something but can't for the life of me bring it up to even my sweet boy Logistic guy.

So, here is how it played out hold on to your seat belts for this one...Disclaimer this is a second party account and because I live by the Catholic girl guy code and technically if I don't remember it didin't happen...
No know like the time Ubermouth totally made out with me and fondaled my breast...she does'nt remember so I guess "wink wink" it never happened...or the time she totally told me that she was in love me as much as I was in love with her...(wink wink) I guess that didn't happen either...My mind is a wonderous place....

On to the night in questions 2nd hand of coarse. Aparently, I had to much to drink ( asparce right ) One can never drink to much. So, I apparently decided to wash the sheets and then pured a drink formyself with a basil left in a glass laced with vanilla iminatation syrip ( yeah I know I only like the read stuff ) I am already questioning this story...and then I was found half on the bed and half off the bed naked?

Hu what? I totally would have been in the bed naked and I would have putten the vanilla extrac (the real stuff) on my body waiting for him to get home to molest him....

What I learned...Logisitics guy please no more immitation vanilla extrac then I might remember what really happened...but I don't so it didn'T really happen...

I hope he still talks to me after this shinankigan

Happy Thanksgiving....

I wanted to write what I am thankful for but I am too busy eating all the food I can today! So, I think I will have to get to that later...The thankful part! Until then I will be eating all day...and working out the rest of the week!

Queen for a day...

I often go though phases that include crushes of sorts...

Like the time I was sure that Dane Cook was in love with me...I was sure that he was directly talking to me at his concert...I wrote "I love Dane" on my boobs! We decided to take it a bit slower until I actually meet him in person!

Then there was the time that Rich Franklin (UFC fighter) Wanted to marry me...but after he lost his last fight I started to think his fighting days were over and well...I had a hard time with the loss and even thought I still love him...I tell him it is me not him or unless he starts winning again! Hey you know my motto you can't come home unless you win! that goes for my Kiddo too!

Then there is the total relationship with Heff's wife Donna...Oh yeah she's such a Hottie. In Heff's dreams we always hook up on the holidays...cause that is how I roll!

Frequently, I have intimate relationships with some of my blogger friends! They don't really know about it because it usually happens when I am drunkin state of wine bliss and then I forget about it... And since I always follow the Catholic girl code...if I don't remember it didn't happen! That there excuses me from the whole slutty image I might be attaining out there in blog land.

And then there is the fact...Everyone knows that I have a pantie dropper problem and that also goes for the 3 million pair of shoes I have accumulated over the years...and there is that obsession with my boobs, but I don't really see that as a problem.

So, I thought it would be better to focus on some new traditions here on Just telling it...
I have asked my new girl crush to write something special for my blog...I like her for many reasons, but due to the Catholic girl code I am unable to tell you...The most important reason I like here is because I am obsessed with red-hair! and then again it might be for her very cheerily written posts or not!!

So, Ubermouth I crown you with this award...
Queen for the day!!!

Sincerely,
Darn girl

It's Friday....

Logistics guy always accuses me of being a Lesbian because I can appreciate a nice pair of boobs...
I'm not a Lesbian (not that there is anything wrong with it) I just happen to have several girl friends that I am close too. What's wrong with that?

The 200 a year rule.....

When, I first started having sexual chocolate relations (that's so sterile isn't it)with Logistics guy I gave him a ball examination. He gladly let me palpate his testicles and even coughed for me. I guess he's a team player and you know how much I like team playas!

Which leads me to wonder what is wrong with him?... to be having relations with a woman that insist on checking his balls monthly. We are talking about someone who is special, who listens to my stories over and over and never complains about them, a person who understands my obsession over my own and other woman's boobs, a man that will talk with me about old balls as if it were the normal dinner conversation...a man that loves guns and loves to share history...He talks with me until I pass out from the champagne we drank that night...A man that hangs in there and arises to the occasion with a refractory rate that would challenge most 20 yrs. olds.

I had to

1. see if he had more than a handful of balls
2. I had to make sure there were no bumps and lump that might need to be ultrasound
3. I just liked making him cough and cupping his balls...
4. I like the way his balls feel...

You be happy to know that his balls were not more than a handful...and there was nothing worth sending him to the Dr. for! Sweet score..

So last Thursday (panite dropper day) I told him that there is actually research out there that proves that when men and women have sex with the same partner at least 200 times a year that it helps them live longer. Now me being a nurse and all I like to follow thought with proven research tactics...

Even thought I wear him out...he always arises to the occasion...instead of 3 times on Thursday we might have pick another day of the week to get-in the 4 times a week to satisfy the 200 yr. rule. This all in the name of science..

Sincerely,
Darn girl

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My BFF and other stuff...

My partner in crime (my old roommate that is newly single) girlfriend and I when out last Saturday night...Our theme was smooth criminal...our cab driver almost killed us with MJ playing in the background but after he ran several red lights and took us back to the future by five mins. we arrived to our Hon-key-tonk bar extravagance...boot skooting it we were! I know what you do for your friends!! I had to take one for the team!! cause I'm a Team Playa..
While sitting at the Bar we talked about all the shenanigans that we have been involved in over the years!! In order to not criminate myself I plea the 5th. ...let just say that we always have fun when we go out.
One case comes into mind...let's just say it was my birthday...and let's just say that there was an incident of car fire on my dates part and the same date had a fake testicle... Not by my own examination...but by him telling me....Ouch...I was totally out...
Thank goodness I still have my partner in crime!!
Eight years of friendship and trial by fire..Yeap love that girl!!!

Lone Survivor...Happy Venteran's Day Father and all....

The Nurses Memorial for Vietnam...for ever we will be connected!!
Happy Veteran's Day to Marcus Luttrell...Seal Team 10. He is the only one to survive Operation Redwing. New York best seller...It is worth the read!~!! I'm thinking where in Texas Marcus?...cause I went to high school in East Texas!! Maybe he will find me and then we can talk about that Business that he claims to be a Dr. to the People that save his live I can't blame him he meant no harm!!! (I'm totally a Dr. in my mind too so I totally understand) We have a lot in common!!! My father was a Marine in Nam and yes that is special...we come from greatness what can I say...I'm proud to be an American where at least I know I'm Free! I am sending a shout out to my girl SPC Joy Hoyle...My girl that I am supporting till she comes home!!She's but 2o yrs old but kind as they come...and I am blessed to have such a kind wonderfully talented girl in my life!!! I tell her find your heart and run with it...never give your power away For you can do anything you put your mind too!!!
Sincerely,
Darn girl

Oh Dr. Goldenrod....

I need not say more....If you ever wanted to know what Dr. Goldenrod looked like he looked like this..and this is why I was always pulling him in to the clean utility room in the hospital. So, New bloggers Dr. Goldenrod is the hot 6' 7 ft ER Dr. that showed me all the ropes when I started as a Nurse extern later to go on to work full time in the ER as a Nurse...We were BFF back in those days about 4 1/2 years ago and we are still friends today just from a far... Ohmygosh so we would work all night together at the hosptial and then he would come over to my house straight after work...We'd open a bottle of wine and discuss the nights crazy sh@! that happen...He would give me the Dr. version and I was all in (I like big words and he was an awsome DR. Looked like superman and saved so many lives that of coarse your panties have to fly off)...Then he'd say how beautiful he thought I was and then would ask me if he could rub my back...Do you even have to ask?...shirt off and he was so sweet...holding me in his strong arms..kissing me softly...thoughs days were magical and he always told me how much he loved me...but I never told him how much I loved him...last year he came to my house in December...and I finally told him how much he meant to me and how I will always love him...from a far. That's Right Dr. Goldenrod I will always love you my BFF. One of the Best Men I have ever known...

Official Day....

You all know what today is!!! It is officially Pantie dropper day!!! and I off to see Logistic guy!Score!