I wouldn't exactly call it Eden...

Are you tired of hearing about my mini garden yet?

My flowers are all still alive! Hallelujah! My grass seed is finally doing what it's supposed to.... LOOK!

So I was sitting here watching American Idol...(i get the eastern channels so i can watch it early...) and I glance out the window at my large bushy tomato plant and shreeek! To what do my wondering eyes should I see??? Omigosh! Could it be? Is it true? What are those wee little red things hiding under all the leaves? Are there finally tomatoes on the plant???

Naturally, I rush for my camera, so excited, (baby tomatoes would be a HIT on Friday Pretties! yessss?), hit the PVR button on Idol and burst out onto my patio despite the misty rainfall...

I kneel down , get riiiiiiiight in close, push some leaves aside...proud baby tomato mama...and what exactly do I see?

The tag. The tomato plant information tag. Le Sigh.

I take 2 steps forward, I take 2 steps back...

No, don't worry, I won't break into song...even though it was totally pure early 90's hip-hop bliss!

I can't break into song. A) I don't sing that well, even though I THINK that I do. B) My back, has set me back, I kinda feel like I am back where I started with my back! C) Always ask for ranitidine or some pariet with toradol.

Owie. One more sleep, 6 hours of work and one hour of physio til days off.

Helloooooooooooooo

Is it me you're looking foooooooor?

Now I know what you're thinking...some of you....oh nice, she's singing Lionel Richie....aaaah Good Rockin Tonite!....ooooh I haven't heard that lovely song in a while... oh that Rocketgirl & her show-stopping tunes!

Well I'll tell you what I'M thinking.....I'm thinking that I am going crrrrazzzzzzzy! Makes sense, 0414h. Seriously, I cannot get the song out of my head! It interrupted my ability to take my break (nurses, you know what I am getting at here...my nightshift BREAK!) Now what I want to know is, where on EARTH, would I have gotten that from? So, I you-tubed, some people say if you have a song stuck in your head, the best thing to do is to hear it. WRONG. I think I am now more disturbed than ever. His hair, the young girl, the clay, I mean seriously....what kind of video is that????

I can see it in your eyyyyyyes, I can see it in your smiiiiiiile....

Go ahead. My gift to you...I hope it's in your head ALL NIGHT LONG. Um, I pinky swear that wasn't on purpose. I give up.

everything happens for a reason. love, ROCKETGIRL. xo

"have you seen my mojo?"

this is what mrs c. says to me today. no, i replied, i have not, but i bet it is with mine. and if it happens to show up, would you please send it back.

so i gave her one of my FAVOURITE pieces of classic rock trivia. anyone who knows me knows, i love the doors. oh to be in pamela morrison-ornament's shoes for just a day.....sigh.
the song LA Woman....la womannnnnn, you're my woman.....mr. mojo risin, mr. mojo risin.....now, re-arrange mr mojo risin & do you know what it spells???

JIM MORRISON.

again, I was born a decade or two too late.



everything happens for a reason. love, ROCKETGIRL. xo

& it has excedrin written all over it...

So, ( a needle pulling threaaaaaaad)

anyway. i'm hungry. another successful cake delivery for TLC means Big Mac for me???? uh, no.
not without my partner in crime...in the vault. hit it!

been a rough few days. i need two things; a vacation a) with the girls (i will settle for a sleepover or even a trifecta meeting) b) with my husband (to reconnect) and some light & peace...does that make sense? the bumps in the road are difficult

i have that fireflies song stuck in my head, i think normally it would be the kind of song that drives me right up the wall, but the boys LOVE it, and they sing it with such passion that it has quickly become a fave of mine...to the point that when i miss them, i listen to it.

one night shift in T minus 2 hours, then a week off. what am i going to do????

love, ROCKETGIRL

it's my second fave Police song....

so lonely, so lonely, so lonely, i feel so alone yeah.

aaaw heck, it's not as pitiful as it sounds. i'm just sitting in the back pod. ALONE. c'est tres bizarre. 10 patients. uncool. not hard, not crazy, but odd. first night in 18 shifts that i have worked alone. kinda nice i have to say...goes much quicker this way. although i miss my student. i like her...she is crazy i tell you, bought me all of these gorgeous thank you gifts....however i don't think i like this ward anymore.

you know, in all fairness it's what, 3 days old? but the vision for the unit doesn't really fit me. so i'm going back to cali cali cali...er Baker 2, aka 2 West, where I was born and raised. it's busy there, the kind of busy i need to be at work. and also, they will get to absorb our lost & forgotten neuro patients. i really really enjoyed working neuro. temp full time til end of september of 2010. suits me just fine, and i'm looking fwd to the change.

laaaaaay it on the liiiiiine. i'm listening to rock 101 on the computer here in good old back pod. lay it on the linnnne. don't waste my time.

let's see, what else......OH! got my shot today. you know, THE shot. the RN who "shot" me should be ashamed...poor technique. i'd like to jab her some day :) it's just getting achy now, 5 hours later. oink.

so glad to be off the entire weekend. husband and boys. all weekend. glorious. just glorious.

happy middle of the night.

d. xo

you can't always get what you want

but if you try sometimes, well you just might find, you get what you need. whether you like it or not.

lucy in the sky.....

i think i'm high. our real estate agent says...um maybe spruce up the main bath a bit. so steve tried to paint the counter top. (DON'T ASK) but it looked furry. yes. furry. so I said, well you can get this stuff that paints on countertop, that makes it all countertoppy and textured. steve says, no no no, for 50 bucks i can get a new countertop. i say no no no, we ain't sinkin any more money into this place. it's 10 bucks for the paint, 10 minutes of my time badda bing badda boom.

the lovely homely paint girl @ home depot sold me just what i needed. so after i taped everything up proper i shook that aerosol can like there was no tomorrow. WAIIIIIIT! aerosol you say? mmmhmmmm. it wasn't pretty. so i thought, hmm, i will just use the paint roller over it...bitta texture. um, yeah, no. so i got out the furry paint again. which really isn't furry. and painted it a fourth time. and now, it's true. i think i could quite possibly be high as i write this. who ever said huffing aerosol paint was a bad thing. i gotta call the countertop store before steve gets here.

trying to get used to the idea...

so. quinn's new school has one of the most highly regarded band programs in all of western canada. when i grew up, dorks joined the band. apparently it's the cool thing to do now. and while i have been prepared for some time that this was coming....we bought quinn an acoustic guitar for his birthday in May...i think it's def going to take more time to get used to.

quinn was told, there is only room for 3 bass guitarists in 6th grade band. 4 children wanted to play. names were drawn, quinn + his best bester both drew bass guitar along with a girl. so i have ONE happy 11 yr old. and of course quinn + his bff have been planning the demise of the Jonas Brothers ever since band class on wednesday.



a bass guitar comes with an AMPLIFIER! wtf! so while this isn't quinn's actual setup, we go on saturday to the music store to get it all, (and of course i will post pics of his proud little face as we select his guitar, amp etc) i find myself staring at this picture...trying to absorb it all. envisioning the noise that is home practice requirement wafting from the basement. trying to love the pending noise, proud that he wants to learn music.

hey, have you met my son quinn? he's a rockstar. he bought me a boat & we're going to the grammys. omg, what am i going to wear?