tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212Sun, 15 Sep 2024 00:56:37 +0000cabin fevermimicking gracesnowed insnowpocalypseDCbad driversbaseballbloggingchildhoodconflictionmemoriesmotivationobservationssnopocalypsesnowsnowmaggedoncuriouser and curiouserhttp://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/noreply@blogger.com (meemer)Blogger66125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-2686232923089156484Tue, 22 Jun 2010 05:36:00 +00002010-06-22T01:39:35.471-04:00I don't have Allie's talent, but she's my inspiration for this one... http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/06/me-1-mosquitos-infinity.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-4675328892855296165Tue, 22 Jun 2010 03:39:00 +00002010-06-22T00:58:50.326-04:00The word patient comes into my vocabulary many times a day. In less than a month (hopefully) that word will leave my mouth nothing short of a hundred times in twelve hours. Already I think of patients that I've had and I imagine hypothetical patients and their problems. I worry about them. Hope for them. But what about the other kind of patience?My kindergarten teacher's mantra was, "Patience is http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/06/patience.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-3517960749462399548Tue, 22 Jun 2010 03:34:00 +00002010-06-21T23:37:08.274-04:00I have an uncanny ability to tell in a millisecond that I've put a shirt on backwards. It feels like everything is spasming and all is wrong with the world. Yes, I'm aware they design them specifically to be worn the correct way. But I'm saying, I think I'd know before you if I put my shirt on backwards. ...but I have been known to wear them inside out unknowingly. http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/06/abilities.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-4345050484505496413Mon, 03 May 2010 22:16:00 +00002010-05-03T18:18:28.856-04:00Today, thanks to a serendipitous coupon, I bought Hershey's new peppermint patty "pieces" (ie: reese's pieces, but for peppermint patties). I put them in the freezer. It's like the tiniest little girl scout thin mint meets the wonderfulness of M&Ms... And it's total heaven. I recommend it for the girl scout cookie off season. And yes Hershey, you can pay me to be your spokesperson. http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/05/mint-pinch.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-6317689009794544889Fri, 30 Apr 2010 19:52:00 +00002010-04-30T16:05:39.404-04:00Someone asked me what I like to do for fun the other day. I had to stop and think about it. I know what I do (go to class, be in transit to/from class, do work, eat, sleep). I know what things I do when I'm being bad and not doing one of those things (be with people, drink, go places). But what about when I'm a nurse and I have four days off? Before I can work myself into the ground by http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/hobbies.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-3757292613532319239Tue, 27 Apr 2010 02:26:00 +00002010-04-26T22:32:20.966-04:00sometimes I go to bed without eating dinner because I love good food so much that I stay up late looking at recipes and then I'm more tired than hungry so I go to bed. don't worry. lucky thing I make a habit out of happy hour so I've always had some cheese and crackers. cheese and crackers fits in almost 3 columns of the food pyramid. you know, wheat, dairy, and then whatever is inside of those http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/secret.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-1570433822451173359Mon, 26 Apr 2010 22:22:00 +00002010-04-26T18:31:30.919-04:00I hate voicemails. really hate them. I love the idea of getting a text of what the person said so I can just read it. I don't want to pay for this visual voicemail service so I am stuck ignoring voicemails. When someone leaves me a message and I can see who it was who called, I'll just call them back. Sorry, didn't listen to your voicemail, kindly explain again.The exception to this is when I http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/voicemail-paradox.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-5475498418160667781Fri, 23 Apr 2010 22:59:00 +00002010-04-23T19:06:30.219-04:00things I could eat straight from the container:ricotta cheesepeanut butterhoneydip of any kindcream cheesesweetened condensed milk (at least I don't drink it straight from the can, ahem, Paula Deen)cottage cheesepestosour creamranch dressingred pepper jellyfrostingguac... if you count that as something that comes in a container.i do, however, prentend to be an adult and use restraint. most of thehttp://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/moderation.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-3991856528780919242Fri, 23 Apr 2010 22:30:00 +00002010-04-23T20:36:52.414-04:00Sometimes I find a blog that expresses exactly how I'm feeling except they do it way better than me.Found it today. Totally how I'm feeling... except the success part. I haven't even started my career but somehow things just going according to the plan seems to count as success for me. Aaand naturally, I think I'm going to die. And, so, I talk about how lucky I am. But I don't say that to sound http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/wavelength.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-4969250207792138035Wed, 21 Apr 2010 04:45:00 +00002010-04-21T00:56:23.245-04:00old housesblack squirrelssunglassesan ice cold beer on a stiflingly hot afternoonunexpected afternoons offspiral staircasesthe right song at the right timeleaves crunching under my feetreading well made booksthe sound of ice skates coming to a stopthe high 60'sthe 1920spuppies and their smellturretssailboatsthe smell of fallbright, blue skies on crisp, cool daysthe sound of skis on fresh snowthe http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/favorite-things.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-1983906826334757403Wed, 21 Apr 2010 04:26:00 +00002010-04-21T00:36:42.661-04:00I take comfort in daily hassles. It's slightly twisted, but when all things go my way I feel unsafe. Like it must be the end. Silly, I know, but as the adage goes, "when everything is coming your way you're in the wrong lane."I am so lucky. I know this. And I guess I feel better about things when I suffer minor obstacles because they enable me to pretend I'm not the luckiest girl ever and keep http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/relief.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-1355388986634753932Fri, 16 Apr 2010 04:47:00 +00002010-06-22T01:05:32.041-04:00This quote would have made me feel better if I'd heard it 3 years ago. Every year around this time I think a message to my former self saying, 'you'll find a prayer that you can say that will give you peace for the day.'As if he heard me doing this last year, all day long I heard his soothing voice in my head periodically saying simply, "so much beauty."***“God Is present, loving, smiling, havinghttp://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/so-much-beauty.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-3363032657729710333Fri, 16 Apr 2010 03:43:00 +00002010-04-21T00:54:02.321-04:00Anniversary (noun) - the annual recurrence of a date marking a notable eventThese things are easy to think but not to share. It is with great trepidation, I hit "publish post" knowing this could be read by others.I can still hear the sound of my world view shattering. It's not a dramatic sound whatsoever, it is swift and finite like that of an egg dropping to the floor, and absolutely a figment http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/running-through-my-head.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-3027790250679858143Tue, 13 Apr 2010 15:30:00 +00002010-04-13T18:13:14.092-04:00You know those fireplaces, the gas ones? They have that little pilot light. I have a pilot light inside me. I call it anxiety. For the most part it is there, keeping my wits about me, keeping me alert and using common sense. It's a good thing, I suppose. I also have an overactive imagination. I consider this the wind within me ( I know, I laughed as I wrote this totally awkward metaphor. cue windhttp://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/eternal-flame.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-3489162446310006931Fri, 02 Apr 2010 11:56:00 +00002010-04-02T09:27:33.819-04:00Good Friday always confused me as a kid ("Why do we call it Good Friday if Jesus died?"), but most things in church went over my head. For someone who has a hard time sitting in class without taking notes (even when it's material we don't need to know...), I never paid all that much attention in church... or maybe I did and it didn't stick. I'm not particularly proud of this, but my remediation http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/good-friday.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-8206536308944807421Fri, 02 Apr 2010 04:51:00 +00002010-04-02T00:54:51.583-04:00I laughed out loud because this is me pretty much everyday. Just ask cinderella. and i hate lol catz. http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/hypochondria.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-2789759654556056143Fri, 02 Apr 2010 04:00:00 +00002010-04-02T00:01:28.290-04:00I ate too many jelly beans. ...we grow older, and yet we never learn...http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/tummy-ache.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-6780356490811667544Fri, 02 Apr 2010 03:08:00 +00002010-04-02T00:00:29.724-04:00"Night, the beloved. Night, when words fade and things come alive. When the destructive analysis of day is done, and all that is truly important becomes whole and sound again. When man reassembles his fragmentary self and grows with the calm of a tree." Antoine de Saint-Exupery-and-"Deep into that darkness peering, long I stood there, wondering, fearing, doubting, dreaming dreams no mortal ever http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/04/night-owl.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-3639922870567806459Sun, 28 Mar 2010 22:06:00 +00002010-03-28T18:15:54.419-04:00I have a song that's mine. When I need it to, it completes me. I can listen to it on repeat 100 times (and I've come fairly close) and notice something new about it every time; it never loses its luster. What I like most about it is its immunity to negative association. When I hear it serendipitously I always feel good. Rather than remind me of the state I was in when I last sought it out, it http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/soul-mate.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-717764907131390191Fri, 26 Mar 2010 02:51:00 +00002010-03-26T00:17:05.887-04:00Robin Hood tells me fairly often that he doesn't like grey area. He prides himself on not seeing grey unless he has to. My life, (except apparently when it comes to group projects), is grey area. I like the shades of grey in things and they comfort me. Sometimes though, I miss the absoluteness of childhood. I remember when things were either right or wrong; traffic lights were paramount examples http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/redlightgreenlight.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-8007218935440179346Fri, 26 Mar 2010 02:33:00 +00002010-03-26T00:17:29.062-04:00Awhile back I had a patient who was young, in his mid twenties, which was memorable because I hadn't spent much time on units that get patients younger than 50 very often. I remember he proudly announced it was his birthday when we came in at 7am to introduce ourselves, a trait you don't normally see in twenty somethings - this much pride, in fact, gave him the air of someone four times his age. http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/serendipity.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-7355846715046009483Fri, 26 Mar 2010 02:06:00 +00002010-03-25T22:33:15.032-04:00These days, when I'm at the hospital I'm on a surgical unit. I pride myself on feeling grateful for the many gifts I've been given without needing to be reminded and not a day goes by that I don't realize how lucky I am. I do absolutely get bogged down with unimportant things from time to time, which is why I like nursing. If there is a day that goes by as a nurse on a unit like mine where you http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/lucky.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-8539584186967880334Tue, 23 Mar 2010 18:32:00 +00002010-03-23T23:54:52.688-04:00Do you ever think about what would be happening if your life was a sitcom? When I was little, whenever I was doing anything stereotypically age and gender appropriate I would pause what I was doing, turn my head to the side and smile at the (pretend) camera like the child stars in the opening credits of sitcoms (full house was my inspiration). In order to quell my fears of the wrath of mom or dadhttp://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/syndicated.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-1200935124027371080Fri, 19 Mar 2010 23:25:00 +00002010-03-19T19:53:48.266-04:00Growing up, I never, ever got to lick the brownie batter bowl. Granted, my mom didn't make brownies a lot, and I can't think of one time when she ever made cookies. I don't say this with a tinge of anything other than understanding, she worked full time, drove us around, made dinner; there just wasn't time for baked goods unless it was a special occasion, when it would be brownies or cake. We http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/different-strokes.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-7409510208695178212.post-3918846117420318459Wed, 17 Mar 2010 04:16:00 +00002010-03-17T00:25:35.156-04:00I've listened to my own heart and breath sounds a hundred times since I've gotten my stethoscope. Tonight, I felt some bronchoconstriction coming on, and rather than reach for my inhaler, I reached for my stethoscope. I'm shocked. I heard stuff. Not even lung stuff, my lungs sounded fine. HEART STUFF! Mostly, when I listen to hearts I hear, "bumpbump, bumpbump", (if I'm even lucky) and because http://mimickinggrace.blogspot.com/2010/03/and-one-day-things-were-different.htmlnoreply@blogger.com (meemer)0