Spring.

I like spring. It has the best picture ops for me to take of my beautiful girls. Bring on my picture taking obsession!

As if one trip to the park looks different than the other? As if the girls sliding down the slide looks different than them sliding down the exact same slide 5 minutes ago?

I take a picture every time. Of every thing. Every flower picked. Every bubble blown. Every pouty look. Every temper tantrum. Every cookout. Every game of tag. Every sibling fight. Every outdoor game. Every trip to the park.

You'll thank me later.

Tornado warnings? Flooding? Mother Nature, this isn't Kansas.

If it keeps raining like this, I am going to need a kayak to get to work. Seriously.

A few blocks down, was flooded by over 4 ft of water.

Thank God we live at the top of the hill.

YAY! I second income!

Vin is going back to work!


::does a little jig::

Fail on blogging again.

Fail.

How I long to be a blogger.

It doesn't seem to work out, tho.

I long for sleep more than I long to blog.

A new 'song' that I heard today,

"I am a nurse. It probably don't get better than this, but it sure don't get worse."

Haha. So true.

Crazy pt's with Alias' that get shot or stabbed on every holiday. WHO DOES THAT?! Poor little 4 year old that spent Easter morning in the hospital with her dad who was stabbed, and all his baby mamma's.

"how many GSW's have you had?"
"what? You've never been shot?"
Uhm. No.

Exhaustion

I am exhausted. I only worked 4 12's this week since Monday, but I am more exhausted than when I worked 6 12's in one week on days. I am off until Tuesday night at 11pm! yay. Now, I am going to bed. Yes. at 6pm. I'd be in bed already if I didn't miss seeing the kids.

I just saw a big ol' black man walking a tiny, tiny, white toy poodle. I should have taken a picture.

Slam your body down and wind it all around.

Yes. Those are lyrics to "Wannabe", by the Spice Girls. My five year old has been singing the first verse and chorus to that song for a week. She claims she heard it on Chicken Little. I can not validate that claim. I, however, know the entire song, so I have picked up singing the first verse she has been singing--and continuing the rest of the song. I sing it, I hum it, I whistle it. I can not get this dreaded song out of my head. I whistle it, while Gracelyn sings it. It is a curse. I am stuck in the 90's. Which isn't a bad place to be.


I was to young to really enjoy the 90's. I was born in 85. All the good music (what I call good) came from the 90's. My favorite radio station on XM is 90's on 9. My ring tone is "You gotta be" by Des'ree. It was a hit in 1994.

I don't deserve to call myself a 25 year old.