Wee-Hour Potpourri

Yes, I know. More and more of my posts have taken on the flavor of an eccentric old maid's ramblings. An increasing number of them have no particular topic, which shouldn't surprise anyone in the least, leastways anyone who knows me well.

I make no apologies, goddammit. If you want strict topic adherence, go find some other blog where retards writers are paid for their pablum content. If you want a "nursing blog" per se, which is how this one has come to be marketed in certain circles, I have any number of great recommendations - check my sidebar. But this blog is more than just mine. It's *me* - in all its imperfection, rambling verbosity, ever-changing tone, occasional bile and rage, occasional sappy treacle, always honest and never put out there for any other soul but myself. Take it or leave it, I guess.

Now then.

I'm kind of tired - it's late and I should be sleeping - but I'm not. Scott has blissfully returned to a normal shift - instead of a 24-hour fire shift he's working a twelve-hour weeknight shift. So what that means for us is that we get to see each other every day, we get to sleep together most days (or nights, as work schedules dictate, because we work mostly the same nights). I took the kids to see "Night at the Museum II" tonight, and it was pretty good.

Impromptu restaurant review: Smashburger. A new joint I've been intrigued by since they started building it right next to the tanning salon I frequent. So tonight we partook. It's quirky and fresh and fun - and the burger I had (the 1/3 pound classic smashburger) would have been fabulous if it'd been cooked all the way through. Yes, I'm picky. Yes, I want no pink. The kids liked theirs, though - Kyle went with the grilled cheese which was probably the way I should have gone. Their smashfries are good - regular fries seasoned with olive oil, basil, oregano, yada yada. Oh well. We'll probably give it one more chance.

The man and I are looking at starting an exercise regimen and a low-carb, high protein diet in a couple weeks. We both need to take better care of ourselves... He will feel better and be healthier if he drops some extra; my mental health is always better when I'm exercising and I want desperately to get rid of the bit of stubborn belly fat I have, so I can wear those skimpy Sturgis duds with wild abandon come August. And a couple of nurse friends have sworn by the low-carb thing for just those two end results. I dread it, honestly, because I so love carbs - but it's worth a try, we figure.

But we're not starting it till Monday or Tuesday the 8th or 9th. The weekend prior to that, we're going to Michigan; I'll get to meet most of the rest of Scott's family I haven't met yet, and he'll get what might be his last chance to see a couple of his grandparents who are getting up there. It should be nice to get away for a few days... And I'm told that though Detroit proper isn't much of a tourist destination, the rest of the state is beautiful.

All right. I'm tired. Sleeping now.

Misanthropy, Part Deux

WTF? Really, what?
My general distaste for the human condition today comes not from work, but from the news.

Apparently in our fair city yesterday, a 13 year old shot his 9 year old brother and then shot and stabbed their mom. Wow. This is a family from the *right* side of the tracks, the good end of town, the sought after real estate. The mom lived, the brother did not. I'm really glad I wasn't at work then - though I would have only missed being the one taking care of the mom by about an hour. And really, what do you say to someone whose firstborn has just tried to kill her two different ways??

And the shitbag in California who ate his kid's eye. What the hell kind of person is that? I don't care what kind of mind-altering substance you have on board, if you can bite your own 4-year-old's eye out of his head and then consume it, you ought to be hung from your pinky toes and slowly disemboweled with a nail file.

On a lighter note, I had a Tupperware party tonight, and got to see a dear sweet friend I've really missed - and amidst poor turnout and copious margaritas and loud children everywhere and a wonderful surprise stop-off by my favorite paramedic and his new partner (it always gets the neighborhood talking when an ambulance is idling in front of the house for a half hour!)... it was a really nice evening that left me asking myself why I don't make more time for girlfriends. And for me, as it happens.

Well. I'm pooped. I keep thinking of all these little things to blog about and then when it comes right down to it and I have time, I either forget those things or know that I'm too tired to properly do them justice. One day. But for now, I'm going to bed.

Good night, screwed up world...

Misanthropy.

In general.
The only person who can out-rant me on the human condition, in general, is the sweet and fabulous Eric, my hairdresser whom I dearly need to visit. And I think I might be able to match him toe-to-toe right now.

Could it be that I'm tired? Sure.
Could it be that I haven't had a single cup of coffee today? You betcha.
Could it be the hormones? Yep.
Could it be that I spent most of the day doing everybody else's stuff? Mmm hmm.
Could it be that I spent half the night listening to people fight? Absolutely.
Could it be that people just suck? Undoubtedly.

I'm going to goddamn bed. Tomorrow will be better. It has to. Right??