The Countdown Continues

here we are up at 1:30am half wroking, half playing. just 5 more nightshifts left. we're not quiting our nursing jobs yet, but we both have short-timers syndrome from our pending nightshift to dayshift change. short-timers is an acute illness with the classic symtoms of hypomotivatia, acute on chronic tardiness, lowcensucytosis, preshift nausea, excessive goal setting and hyperexcitia with the daylight.
everyday we talk about what will be better, what will be different. we will hit the gym regularly, stop eating so bad, focus more on our educational goals, sleep better... ect. regardless of what we actually accomplish we both agree that we'll feel better. nightshift really is a lifestyle. if you have enough of a manic personality you can just not sleep and flip back and forth from living your life at night then day then back to night again. when we worked 12 hour shifts this was easier because we were only working 3 nights a week, but for all the people out there working eight hour shifts it is mas dificil, and we feel your pain.

cha cha changes

wow what a month. there has been a ton o' changes. little pua, aka halo, was born on the 18th and she is freaking cute. thank goodness for garrett's good looks. our very dear friends the garstkas will be returning to oregon soon and we got to see the satellite pics of the house they will rent. tiff and i finally scored a day job that starts in 7 more shifts...what! what! elle and the nugget moved back to the burg(thank goodness!) and we made some new friends, the grands. hey bob, vicki, and the grandkids.

we had dinner at the grands, and what a good time. they are such chill folks. picture this... a stellar new house constructed by bob the builder, 4 kids ages 3-11, a cat, glitter pens, some cake, a mysteriously placed bowl of ice cream, and the grown-ups all outside wrapped up in gossip and tales of emergency medical mayhem. now believe or not we left with only one small hole in a door, a 3 year old boy crying over a pink dress and high heels he had to leave behind, and hugs with promises of future dinner parties. the grands were terribly gracious that night and nothing the kids cried, screamed, tattled about phased them. thanks bob and vicki.