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In my links, I have a photo album that is password protected for a couple reasons. If you'd like the password either email me, or just leave a comment here.

I thought I'd be upset if Portland in the summer was like it was last year. But, I've found myself getting a little ticked off because it isn't. Last summer, it was sunny almost every single day with the occasional showers (I was bummed out because it was hot to me). Now, since I spent some time in New York City last Summer and Fall, and because I went to Vegas when it was a really strange 103 degrees, I felt I was better prepared for the warm Portland weather. I'm still not. Only recently has Portland warmed up. Last week, it was 50's and overcast, and last night, we experienced a thunder/lightening storm that lasted a good half-hour and probably scared all those little yapping dogs. Awesome.

I think it's because we're destroying the earth. And I'm getting a little more anxious as time goes on, because Oregon has been so lucky so far. Oregon kids: remember when we had tsunami drills in school? And remember when teachers would sometimes announce in class: "We were told that a tsunami is on it's way from Japan, and no playing at the beach after school today." My foreign friends laugh at me when I tell them that. My point is, considering Oregon has the threat of being washed over with a prolific wave of water/terror, AND scientists have told us for years we're going to experience a massive earthquake that's going to decimate the entire west coast, causing it to break off from the rest of the US and sink into the ocean, we've been pretty lucky with the snow that apparently fell a couple weeks ago at Mt. Hood that allowed everyone (except me) to go snowboarding in June. It's 90 here now.

Last night, I thought it was the weather being wacky again, but it was only my body. I climbed onto the bed and lay down over the covers. Five minutes later, I crawl into the covers because I'm cold. Seriously, teeth chattering and everything. I think I spiked a fever. And then I can't get comfortable and keep repositioning myself, and I realize that every single joint on the left side of my body is aching. Still chilly. I find myself keep walking up from very strange dreams in which I'm in the hospital receiving care. I wake up frequently because the dreams are so strange, and because the teeth-chattering is loud. I think I had the same dream over and over. I finally give up when I wake up out of a dead sleep to realize my head is pounding. I've been sweating so much, and I probably have my headache because I'm dehydrated. Sleeping isn't fun anymore.

Ohhhhh.... I really do hate London, Eng-ga-land. >: )

My final project in chemistry in high school was really racist. There were a couple Asian kids in my class, but no black kids. I got an A+ on the project, so I don't really have regrets about any of it.


I wish my dad would email me back already, gah!

To all,

Computers at nursing stations are to be used for WORK related functions only. Staff should not be surfing on line or checking personal e-mail. Staff may look at work e-mails to keep up with information that comes out related to the job.

If you want to use computers for personal reasons this MUST be done on breaks/lunch only and in the lounge.

If staff are using the computer while at the desk or during times other than breaks or lunch I will need to address this as a performance issue.

Thanks,
(Beth's department manager)


( And I'm rude and know some Dutch: )

You stay classy, San Diego!

It's still "Spanish Flea" by Herb Alpert & the Tijuana Brass, but that's not what we're going to talk about today. We're going to talk about relationships.

I was grateful enough to get some company on my drive down to Coos Bay on Friday. Before Jake, Eric, and I woke up and drove down, we spent the night playing games and awkwardly catching up with our high school buddy, Nick. He doesn't talk much.

I GOT A WII. My street cred it improving. Some Coos Bay kids are coming over and we're going to play Sports and Super Monkey Balls or whatever it's called.

"Spanish Flea" by Herb Alpert & The Tijuana Brass.

Uhhh...Thanksgiving was a weird day. Just ask me, and I'll tell you if I haven't complained to you already. The best was that I had to ride on a Dash-8 with nine children under the age of five.

Work is going well. I'm planning to get med/surg certified, and ACLS certified. It means that I'll make a little more money, I'll actually get a Christmas bonus, and I'll be super prepared in the event of a code. Those are all good reasons to get a little smarter, don't you think?

I went to a Holiday party this past weekend, and it was fun.

My mom keeps asking me to tell her what I want for Christmas, and keep telling her I'll post my wishlist on here and then I never do. Except this time, I actually did it:
This is a link to my amazon wishlist

So...I rarely ever remember my dreams, so for me to remember this one might be significant enough to blog about. But, honestly, I think I just remember it because I woke up completely and utterly pissed off...

I go to the doctor's office in hopes to get a consult about a breast reduction. And who's there but this incredibly annoying nursing student I know. Apparently, she has become a doctor since I've last seen her (as far as I know, she's still in the nursing program, but your mind will do what it wants). Anyway, she's trying to talk me into breast implants. Um...yeah. I know. Anyway, I refuse, and she appears to let down. She gives me 5mg of Valium for what I assume is just for the heck of it. I take it, because I have a problem. Anyway, I immediately feel it, and then she comes out with a surgical tray, and what do I see on the tray along with the tools? Huge saline implants. And I again say that I'm not up for a boob job. And she says, "But I just gave you the medication." And she gloves up. Apparently, that Valium was my pre-op meds and anesthetic. Cool. But I had fun calling her an idiot and leaving in a huff.

Just so you know: if a man on the street appears to be wearing nothing but a trenchcoat, and has a woman in the trenchcoat with him, it's a safe bet that they're having sexual intercourse.

Someone who knows about my obsession with baby sloths sent this link to me. I love how he's awake for a whole of 70 seconds, and then falls to sleep again.

I just wanted to let everyone know that I changed my plans and I'll be arriving in town on Friday, the 17th, and not the 19th as I previously intended. I will still depart on the 23rd, but extending my Thanksgiving vacation will allow me to spend more time with my family and my friends, and, even as important to me, it will also allow me to go to the Coos Bay Celebration that I really want to go to. I think being in town at this time when so many other friends of mine will be in town as well will be a really good opportuinity for us to just be together. If you don't have my number, it's 503 929 3854. Feel free to give it to someone who might want it. :)

"Beth, you should get a substantial policy, especially since your father and I are the beneficiaries. Oh, and you should be like Corey Hart and do a lot of wearing of sunglasses at night. While driving." -Mom.

She didn't really say that, but she hinted heavily.

Anyway, I met Amy Sedaris on Halloween. She and I talked about my career, and how much she loves nurses. I forgot to take the time to talk about her career, and how much I love Strangers with Candy. Whoops. And Maryanne was annoying, as usual. I have pictures, but I'm probably never going to upload them onto my computer. I have so many freaking pictures on my camera.

Happy Halloween:




My boyfriend decided not to go with us to Powell's. He trick-or-treated instead:

I got a raise.

I got a flu vaccine. Now, I have a cold, sore throat and cough. I had to get it because I'm in a high-risk group (someone who's a health worker, has a blood disorder and weak immune system, and someone who might get pregnant during flu season). But once I'm feeling better, everyone can line up for hugs and maybe french kisses.

The Cursive show was good. It's hard to top The Decemberists, though. It was strange to see see kids crowd surfing when the band looked like guys who work at Intel, but whatever.

I went to a bar with my friends and I was an extra in a sitcom pilot. I'm the cute one with the long hair and in the brown t-shirt. I don't remember what the name of the sitcom is, but if you see me in it, let me know.

Would I highly recommend seeing The Decemberists live? Yes

Would I highly recommend kicking the feet out from under any band member of "Lavender Diamond" if you happen to pass them on the street? Yes

The lead singer was either high or drunk. She kept telling the audience how great we smelled and how holograms worked, except she was completely wrong about both things. I know, because I rocked physical science in 9th grade, and I had to stand in the audience next to dumb, sweaty guys.

We weren't sure if two people in our party were even going to go to the concert. So, I posted an ad on Craigslist on the 14th about the 17th show to get rid of the two extra tickets. I didn't get any calls about it for three days. By then, the two people changed their minds and decided to go. And since I got no calls about it, I forgot about the ad. Then, I got five calls about the tickets from 3pm to 7pm the night of the show. And even though it was explictly stated that the tickets were for the show last night, I just got a voicemail this morning from a guy named Travis asking about the tickets. I don't really want to call him and tell he didn't pay attention to my ad and embarrass him, so I think I'll ignore it. Amusing, anyway.

This video is funny for the first 30 seconds and the after that you kinda wish you had Kid Icarus in your life again.

I wiped an entire jar of Vaseline on my cat's back when I was six. It was left on all night and she came back with twigs and grass stuck on her. Dad was pissed that he had to give her a bath. He got all scratched up. I'm sorry, Dad.

Joseph Arthur is about at tall as you'd think he'd be in real life. And, even though he was smoking a cigarette like it was going out of style while staring at me from across the street as I was walking up towards the Doug Fir Lounge before his show, he doesn't smell like an ashtray in the slightest. I'm a little annoyed that he traveled with a full band. I was wanting to see him all by himself with his loop tricks like I heard about him doing before, but it was a good show anyway. He's also not a jerk and appears to have a decent sense of humor.

And here's what transpired the last time I worked at about 7 PM:

Dr. Dweeb: "Hey...I just wanted to make sure that I wrote orders for a fluid bolus on Mr. Blah."
Me: "That happened about seven hours ago when I told you about his blood pressure. We agreed on a liter bolus over 5 hours and I wrote the order and did it at noon. Remember?"
Dr Dweeb: "Oh...yeah! So, how's he doing with that?"
Me: "Um...don't you check vitals signs during your rounds?"
Dr. Dweeb: "Uhhh....yeah, usually."
Me: "Well, he's doing well. Systolic's 117. Have a good night."
Dr. Dweeb: "Oh, okay! Thanks! You have a good night too!

Bluuuugh. I'm getting irritated.

Margaret flipped the channel just now and there's a woman who looks like Delta Burke making what appears to be a tropical alcoholic beverage in a blender. She's putting lime on the rim of a glass! I see bottle of booze right by the blender! Can they do this on OPB?

Err...maybe she's just making a stupid smoothie and the bottle of booze is really a bottle of vanilla extract...? Very deceiving, though.