In rare form.

I apologize for the last blog that was written, titles Hospitals. Not my norm. I hope to achieve a higher sense of knowledge and english skills but i am very tired at the moment and as stated in the opening paragraph second attempt to write the whole damn thing. See eve nthis apology not so much, that is my que to peace out for now and write a hopefully more quick witted and more engaging story for you next time. I am sorry if you did not follow the previous Hospital for i shall sleep and regain my blogging tecnique for later on tomorrow!!

Hospitals.

Ok here goes another attempt to write this blog. I just wrote a whole bunch but it did not auto save so i lost a lot so i am tired and it will not be as good as the last. Short Side note. My husband came home last night and stayed in boston becasue i was unable to pick him up due to my dad being in the hospital. Well when he finaly arrived here in nashua at around 6 tonight he had stopped over at the hospital (per my request since he is traumatized by hospitals from when he was a kid.) and saw my dad. Well while walking down the hall a lap top jogged his memory to tell me some bad news...I as like what now? He tells me Colombia could not fix my computer either. Remember the original reason why i had stopped blogging, well guess i had screwed my puter all up by leaving it on. ( dont worry its just this model for some reason) Anyway. I get home from the hospital, he had left earlier, he is hugging me, not letting go until i am in the living room and there sitting on the arm of the chair , my computer FIXED!! Ya lil asshole...tricked me!!

So i write to you now my first blog that i think will bethe first of many to come.


Hospitals.

So since being in a hospital for a week now i have come to some realizations. A job is a job is a job. As a server for a pretty good steakhouse, and as my three followerers will fully understand, we sometimes forget things, or mess up. Oh shit i forgot the lemon in the water or sometimes hopefully rarely forget to ring in the appetizer. See In this field we or at least i feel as though "oh no you didnt get your app, YOU AINT GONNA DIE. Lets move on to the hospital setting, or for even more examples, more building of my story...a shoe clerk, sells shoes...puts the wrong size in the box you as a consumer get mad, storm off buy a pair from the prada down the road...He doesnt get fired or for even bigger build does...? OK, so Hospital for a week, not to mention with a man (my father) who has his opinions and has his ways and believe me its his way or the highway so dont fuckin tell him what to do!!! From day one in that hospital, "wow that is pretty slack" or "wtf?" (although he actuallys says it, he is not the type to talk text!. My point being the hospital cant do rthe right thing, forthe most part anyway. I truly belive they are doing thier best, but my point now to you is. In this field it really stinks that if thier mistake that is equivical to my forgetting a chowder before the fat mans meal, and getting yelled at and the empty glass gets shaken at me like i am some kind of slave...ends in death there is such a bigger pressure to this job. A simple one 10mg given of blood thinner hepifron i believe is its name, well how about they mislabel it and it turns out o be 100mg...Thats 90mg over the suggested dose. Is that the equivlant to my chowder mishap. NO. it might be that easy to mess it up, my fat man can do without his chowder but the fat man that is having a blood clot is now losing what is the consistency of water out of every orifous of his body...(orifous, spelling?)...Is it fair to say give them a break...they are human too!! i feel weird saying it espeacially since my dad is in the hospital as i type and i would delete this in a heartbeat if they did something to screw with him. I guess maybe there is a lot of money in this field, but i bet if you put my income against an aides in aint gonna be that much of a difference and that SUCKS Aids take so much shit from the patients and the nurses they get it from both ends, kinda like my dad milk of magnesia and an anema!!!

Dreams and Karma.

First lets hit on dreams. I have recently found out that it is more than likely that the dreams that occur everynight in my sleep will probably not be able to be put on paper into words. I tried explaining to my dad about the dream i had and i knew it was going to come out wierd before i started but wow i even had to explain "it was different when i was dreaming". It just did not make any sense, but wehile drea ing it did.

Now Karma, whether there is an h in it i dont know. But, i recently to keep a long story short stole money from an old lady. When i put it that way it sounds pretty terrible but there was a good point to it. Well since then i have had very very bad luck or karma or whatever it is that you believe this would be. That day, pedro got hit in his honda, my car got towed, my uncle got hospitalized. Then today SPEEDING TICKET and it is 250 dollars...okay universe i get it i wont do it again i swear...

I shouldnt be posting

So i will warn you the keyboard i presently sit behind is lacking a letter which i intend to not use this whole blog, becasue i wil have to stick a pencil in the hole of the letter that is not there and it will decrease the speed at which i type this blog i should not be posting. i say i should not be posting becasue i had a whole day planned out and an as of right not....uhh only a little behind. At first i was going to just put a space where the letter should be when i needed to type it but now i think what is a lot funner is trying to avoid to type it. then at the end of the blog youcan guess what letter it is!! Sounds like fun .
Since i should not be postong this will be a short blog or shorter then others i should say. And becasue of that i will change directions and just sort of rant on about nothing. Yesterday was a good day it was date day and he bought shoes for I and they are fantastic crazy great spectaculat shoes. before that we went to breakfast wehich wasnt necessarily a disapointing experience but it wasnt as good as i had hoped. we bot a new beta (Oscar) and we chose Oscar becasue at the store we had played for abouta half hour with a puggle and i had already stated the fact that Oscar would have been what we called the little guy but we cant get a dog...yet...so oscar a blue beta with hot pink rocks!!!

I do want to shed a little light on the subject i was originally going to wreite about.

Its a oldie but a goodie...Why do bad things happen to good people. In all cases and scenarios really. If youvbelieve in things happen for a reason if youbelieve in god or whatever it is thean can any of these things please anwser the question. i ceretainlywould love to know the truth. this could be even better why do good things happen to bad people and even better they becasue they are bad people think the good things are bad............wow i really need to know..........and i also have been doing a fantabulos job of never writing that darn letter...



when i get a better keyboard i will write again but for now i say farewell....


Guess the letter everyone guess it!!! There is not one in this entire blog!!!