scrapbook links

Remember a long time ago, I mentioned something about scrapbooking? Well, I uploaded pictures of the pages to facebook.

Wedding Scrapbook

First Year Scrapbook


I can't stand my hands being dirty

I just have to say, that I think my daddy would be proud to hear I took the initiative to make my yard purdy. He's always digging around in the dirt, or at least, would be if he could. He likes plants and flower and the such. I do too, just I really don't like getting dirty. And usually, I end up killing the things right after they get over the shock of it all. Nice, huh? Well, today's day 2 and they've all perked up and are still green. I'm going to ask Dad to send some clippings of some hearty plants with my sisters when they come down next month.

I went to Lowe's (the do-it-yourself mega store, right?), spent about 56 hours looking for some plants that I thought would survive even me. But I also had to get some digging tools, some plant fodder, and...I bought something else...whatever, I forget. I was going to get some cool fence/stone thingy for the parameter (like the big word?) but I didn't measure and I'm an awful estimator, so I passed it up.

Before I started, the whole section place looked like this...seriously.
But I was able to overcome the overgrown weeds. I have to tell of my battle wounds though, I have a water blister on my right index finger, next to a blood blister, both really quite small, but big enough to be known. My right knee has a tender scratch on it, right on top of a red raw knee cap. My left knee is no better off, but minus the scratch. My feet came out the best with just the toenail polish chipped. It only took about 2 1/2 to 3 hours to weed, do-the-little-thing-with-the-fork, mix in some miracle grow, plant the plants, water, and put away the mess. Impressive, no? I had thought to take pictures of before and after, but I couldn't find my camera and didn't re-think about it until I was almost done. So no before pictures. But, instead of a nice line between the dirt and the grass, imagine a blurry no-man's land with grass, unknown weeds and dandelions. I think there's a picture of the pile of refuse I plucked from the now beautiful dirt.
To your left of the picture are what I call rock rose, but the real name is something like porticula or something. We used to have them growing at our house in Grenada. No, not THIS plant, but the same TYPE of plant...But we only had the purple flower variety. The full blooming blosson resembles a rose of sorts. To your right of the picture are two petunia plants. I have no clue how resilient they are, but the tags said "full sun." I think the only time they'll NOT have sun is dawn...yup, dawn.
What? Just because I have mad gardening skills doesn't mean that my watering skills match!

Here's the finished effect. The dirt is still that same mottled colored. It's not wet any more, I promise, but it still looks wet.

Oh, yes, I forgot to mention my most serious battle wound. That bush next to the apartment is a holly bush. Nice for pretty berries, but yucky for trying to gather leaves from dirt. I blubbed quite a bit when it poked me. :(
Much to my dismay, my finger nails were caked with dirt. EW! I tried to clean them, but I had no success...until I had an epiphany! Whilst I showered to clean the sweat and dirt off the other parts of me, I cleaned my finger nails. You know, how they always get softer and stuff when wet, I finally came out victor over the dirt. You only thought I was weak!! I guess the picture of the weeds must be on my phone. I took them with my phone when I thought I'd never find my camera, but I did, so we're all good.


Wordless Wednesday

i *despise* laundry


The Plight of the Shortage

There I was, going through Wal*Mart getting dinner food, when I got the phone call telling me that census was down on our floor and I didn't need to come in. Because of that I'm sitting here, blogging, eating lunch, and watching movies with the good intention of folding clothes and later, making cookies. We'll see. I think I'm going to be looking for another place of employment soon, unless the atmosphere at SCH improves.
Sunday was just awful. There were only two of us, with 6 rooms apiece. No secretary to do chart stuff and all the paperwork that comes with arriving/discharged patients. The CNA we had was new and unaccustomed to computer charting, though I hope she'll catch on quick.
Think of all the bad things that could go wrong in a hospital-just about all of them did! I started with 6 patients, while the other nurse had 3, though one was coming. That one that was coming, came about 10am. We discovered that she had discharge orders written at 8am...so she didn't have to come, she could have been discharged from her previous room.
The docs came around and discharged like 2 of Kim's remaining 3 patients, at the same time she go 2 more assignments to her empty rooms. In the hussle and bussle of sending out patients, she accidentally grabbed the prescriptions for one of *MY* discharged patients. Fortunatly, I was able to run down the halls, exit the elevator and catch the ex-patient just before she left. We got it all straightened out. Then, my patient that was going home, decided she liked the hospital and the attention she got, that she didn't want to be discharged and kept making excuses as to why she couldn't go home. First, I don't have a ride, then I can't go to the bathroom myself, then I don't have any money. We finally got her out of there by 630pm. One of my patients was having trouble, right about the time I was gonna go to lunch. Bummer. I didn't get lunch until about 345, and I had to tell Mark to go home and eat by himself :(
All day long, I had no time to chart, or enter orders (something the secretary would do), so I had to stay late, like 815 to finish charting and enter those blasted orders.
If we had a secretary, like we're supposed to, I could have gotten other things done. If we had more nurses, I wouldn't have had all 6 of those patients. One had fallen twice, a little foggy in the head. One was getting a unit of blood, had a private sitter (such a blessing, I tell you what! She did potty things, food things, keeping-in-bed things). One was an alcoholic with pancreatitis. One was another alcoholic with pancreatitis. One was a big woman with breathing problems. One was another alcholic with pancreatitis. Hmm, something sounds skewd. I guess the 4th of July sent everyone's pancreas on edge from their drinking and now it's rearing its ugly head.
The staffing issue isn't just today, or even just recently. Since they've opened 3 James and took half the staff from 3 York, we've been struggling to stay afloat. The general medical-surgical floor has that kind of ratio 6 to 8 patients per nurse, but the type of patients we get (normally) are more serious conditions-heart attacks, cardiac caths, strokes, and the like. The ICU have 2 patients apiece, and our floor is considered a step-down from ICU, so it stands reason that we should have a lighter patient-nurse ratio, no? Anyways.
The clothes are chanting my name, cheering me on. I must go


fine I'll update

My husband decided that it was time to update my blog. So here's an update. Last week, after the 4th of July, we had a houseful of family. Honestly, it was crowded and I missed our space, but I didn't mind sacrificing it for the fun we had. We took Cynthia, our nine month old niece, to the pool one afternoon. She had this little blow up boat that she sat in for a while. After she gained a little courage, she 'swam' around in mommy's arms. This pool was a whole lot warmer than the ocean or my parent's pool that we visited.
Speaking of the ocean, we took a trip to Virginia Beach one day while Mark had to work. That was the day I braved the tunnels. We walked along the board walk and initiated Cynthia to the ocean. She did not like it that much. I wouldn't have liked it either, it was cold! I think that day was one day I could have been blind and not minded it. Oh, the people that were there and the clothes they didn't wear. I had to restrain myself from gouging out my eyes several times by reminding myself that if I did that, then there goes my job, driving, practically everything. So I spared myself and just shut them instead.
Friday, I think it was, several of us went out looking for a beach. We found one, just about 20 minutes or so away. It wasn't a tourist-type beach, but it worked for our purpose. It was the first time that the current McMillen family had been together since...ever. Mark's dad and brother-in-law were unable to make our wedding. Since this was a {inject whatever adjective you this is appropriate here} occasion, we took some family pictures. Here's a few.

just us pretty girls

Cynthia likes playing patti-cake, especially while getting her picture taken with Aunt Melinda!

Don't you just love the windblown effect?

Back row: Mark, Dad, Josh, David
Front row: Krystina, Mom, Shannon, Melinda
Lap row: Cynthia

Matt and Deanna (our Sunday school teacher and his wife) just gave birth to their second son on the 15th. They had been concerned about his kidneys not working properly while in utero, and recently, they've found some cysts on one kidney while the other kidney is dilated from working to compensate for the other. In addition to that, Noah's bili levels are high, so he's getting phototherapy treatments at a children's hospital across the water. While all that is going on, their other son, Bryce, has a fever, swollen lymph nodes, bilateral ear infections, and tonsilitis. He's also hospitalized awaiting a much needed CT scan, which he's not laying very still for (he's only three). Thankfully, both of the boys are at the same hospital, though different floors, I'd imagine. Please, keep them all in your prayers. What should be a happy celebration has turned into trials and grief. I still don't think that Bryce has been able to meet his new little brother, since he had a fever while Deanna was having Noah.

Is that a good update? I'm going to try to get over to CHKD (that's the hospital, Children's Hospital of the King's Daughters) Monday before I have to work. I have to go in from 3pm to 7pm. Visiting hours don't start till 10, but I think I can make it there before lunch and be back in time to get some house stuff done. It might be a few days before I let you know what's happened cause I'm really working this week. Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Thursday, and Saturday. All 12's except Monday.


Tunnels and Semis and Traffic...oh my!

One of my biggest fears is driving through tunnels. I avoided it at all costs, driving, that is. I have no problem riding if someone else is driving. But today, I braved it. I actually drove through three separate tunnels, the Hampton Roads Bridge Tunnel, the Downtown Tunnel Portsmouth, and the Monitor-Merrimac Monitor Bridge Tunnel (MMMBT). See, I have almost realistic visions of my crashing and dying in a tunnel and not getting out, ever! You know, in the movies, the driver hits a bump, swerves a bit, over corrects, hits the wall, bounces into a neighboring car, and goes *BOOM*! But today, I conquered that fear. Well, for today at least. We'll see about tomorrow.


Vacation Pictures

Here's the links for the pictures. I found this nifty little program that will export my pictures in iPhoto right to Facebook


Botanical Gardens

Air and Space Museum

Washington DC


best of the bunch

Cynthia is about 9 months now, so cute!

No, she wasn't pooping, she was talking, I think.

These are the British Red Arrows from a previous post.

This is the best fireworks picture that I got.

This is the original price list for that green car, the GTO. Look closely, you can see the price is 4,129.95 or something like that.


Lost and Found

Here's another post I found.

We've moved. It's done. No going back. Granted, our stuff is still in boxes placed at strategic places in various rooms to make it seem like we have more room...but they're all moved in. The afore mentioned family members came down to help, as promised. Mark's boss's wife, Merlene, brought us lunch-barbeque, fresh fruit, drinks, chips, and dessert :) The family left today about 2:30. Mark and I also left.

We visited the Langley Air Force Base Air Show. It was really cool. I have pictures, but we don't have internet our internet up yet and it tends to crash the neighbours wireless if I try to upload pictures. So I'll post them later this week or next or something.

We only caught about 1 1/2 hours of the show. It started Friday about 5pm, went until late Friday night, picked back up for Saturday from like 9 til 5, and again today. The part we caught today was the British Red Arrows. They were very nice, very cool. Every now and then, we'd hear a blurb of them on the radio, and it'd be like one of the pilots yelling something like, "Woo-hooo!" Or whatever the British equivalent is o_O

But like I said, give me a few days to find some wireless around town and I'll put the best of the pictures here, and you can see the rest on my facebook site. Blogspot is just too much hassle with the pictures. As for videos I took, I'll try to get them up here (remember the last videos? only 2/3 worked...), but if not, I'll have them on facebook. They're open to the public, so just click on the links I post and you can see them. Even if you don't have a facebook page. I know it's such a fad thing, but who really keeps in touch with past friends over the phone or email or such. Definitely not me, I'm too lazy. I don't have a problem admitting that *shrugs*

I've used up my words for now. Bed time?


Classic American Cars and Fireworks

Here's some pictures of this classic car show that Mark and I went to while we were in Fredericksburg for the Fourth and my mom's birthday. Mark was having fun looking at the cars, and I was having fun taking pictures and listening to peoples' conversation. I heard this one couple:
woman: I'm not sure there's anything down that way, except the cars. Do you want to go look at that?
man: no, why would I want to look at the cars? I'm not the least bit interested in cars!

I almost tripped on my own feet! What guy does not like looking at cars? For real!

Forget the pictures, I can't get blogger to upload them properly. Does anyone, anyone at all, have some program thingy that works with blogger to upload the pictures? I will...I will...be your bestest friend!

So we picked up my family-in-law from the Baltimore-Washington Airport this morning. I can not remember another time when I have been up before 6 so many days in a row. Wednesday I worked, so I was up by 545; same for Thursday. Friday, Mark and I left for Fredericksburg (early, to avoid traffic) about 715, so we were up by 6. Today, Saturday, We were up by 545 to leave by 630 for Baltimore. I still think what I've said before, I extremely dislike mornings. Anyways, on the ride back, I sat in the back of my parents' minivan with the baby, Cynthia so Josh and Mark could talk guy stuff. I took so many pictures of her. When I took the camera out, she started cooing and baby talking, but I could swear she was saying, "hi, dada. hi, dada." Her daddy takes lots of pictures of her. I'm putting them on my facebook site too, I'll post the links when I'm done. You don't have to be a member of facebook to see them, just so you know.

For fireworks, My dad and mom, Bekah, Mark, and I went to somebody Pratt Memorial Park to watch listen to live orchestra play patriotic music and watch fireworks (that were actually shot off from a different park). I'm putting them on facebook too. There's just too many of them to add them 5 measly pictures at a time *shakes head*

I'm gonna go upload pictures.


Normal moles and running on Mountain Dew

Did I mention that we've moved into our new place? I couldn't remember if I had or not. Here's some visuals of the help. Every day, at differing times, I have random urges to hang up things like curtain rods, pictures, and the like. I was becoming frustrated with this cool drill I had bought Mark. The screw kept popping away from the wall and would go shooting across the room. It even gave me a little bruise/blister on my thumb! I then realized the problem. The drill was set to screw OUT not IN. But I had already decided that the stupid curtain rods didn't need two screws, one was plenty strong. It's not like I have little people to go hanging on the curtains to test the strength. It's not like I have curtains to hang up yet, either. Those are coming with the next pay check.

I also hung up a tall mirror. I can't call it a floor length, cause it doesn't reach the floor. It's also not a back-of-the-door mirror, cause it's not. It's a tall mirror. In the midst of it, Mark stopped by on his way to the office over here (he's working on their computer), and decided it needed to be even more off the floor. I thought I had positioned it high enough, because I could hardly see the bottom half of me in the mirror. I guessed wrong.

Because I hadn't eaten lunch (I had a doctor's appointment), except for nibbling here and there, I started craving the first things I saw when I opened the fridge. Things like...Mountain Dew that was left over from the moving crew, and cheddar cheese, and Cheetos. But I did good for breakfast, and I think dinner is probably pizza. We (the AD1 Sunday school class) are going bowling tonight. I don't know what AD1 stands for, I don't even know the criteria for getting in to the class. Like, there's Mark and I, newly weds with no kids. There's Christina and Tommy who have been married for several years with no kids either. There's Teresa and Mike who've been married for several years with preschoolers. There's Cathy and George who have kids who are in middle school (at least). And there's Mike and Rebekah who are expecting their first in September or so. I know that this is a couples class, but are they going to kick us out if we never have kids? Or what will happen when Cathy and George's kids become teens? But anyways, we're going bowling, and it'll be fun.

So my hanging/decorating/cleaning has been fueled by Mountain Dew. I don't really drink that much soda. I do have a Coke with lunch when I'm at work, or else I'll be dragging by the time 4pm comes around. Other than that, I don't drink it. Like I said before, the movers left two 2-liters of soda from lunch that Mark and I had to polish off. He drank the Pepsi (gags) and I'm having the Mountain Dew.

I just realized, I should have uploaded the pictures first. It's going to be a nasty time trying to get them in position. I guess I'll have to use my best teacher voice and corral those little buggers!

Mark's family is coming down next week (I mean, this weekend, yikes!) for a weekish. Yeah, his family, not just his parents, but his brother, sister, brother in law, niece, and sister (from down south) are all coming. We entertained thoughts of them all staying in our little two bedroom apartment, but about 3.2 miliseconds later realized that if we want to be able to breathe, it's not a good idea. So Mom, Dad and Sister from the South are staying in a nearby hotel. Brother, Sister, Brother-in-law, and Niece are staying with us. I'm pretty sure I've said this before, I just don't remember it. We're going to have fun, and do all sorts of tourist-y things that I've never done before :) I'll tell you ALL about it. We're picking them up from Baltimore on Saturday. Sunday, Mark is headed back home (cause he has to work while we all have fun spending that money :D), while the fam and I stay in Fredericksburg/DC area until Tuesday doing other tourist-y things. I haven't been sightseeing in DC since before Mark and I started dating. I have to admit, I wasn't able to give the proper attention to the exhibits as necessary. I was trying my hardest to stay away from *him*. I'll take pictures of that too, just in case there's someone out there who, unfortunatly, has not been able to see our country's capital city. Just don't go get lost in the ghetto regions, or drive through it during dusk.

Oh, so I stopped by the dermotologist's office today. According to Dr. Baer, all my moles and freckles are normal. It was kinda cool, he used this thingy that looked like a magnifying glass but with a cool light built into it. He was like, "That one's normal. So's that one. Oh my goodness they just keep coming, don't they!" when he saw my other arm. Constillations he called them. I have to say I haven't heard that one before *shrugs*

*is thinking of other important details to add* I guess I'll go add those pictures. If they're all messed up and jumbled, blame blogger, not me, k?

Oh, I forgot to mention the amazing closet space. this is just about half the length of the closet in our room. yeah, it's not wide, but it's super long! It goes on for about 23.5 feet!

I also forgot to mention our cool rug we got. How could I have forgotten that?! I guess the same way I forgot to get stuff for cheesecake...TWICE! The apartment people here varnished the floors so they're all nice and shiney. Too shiney almost, they reflect the glare of the sun almost perfectly. So we got this amazing rug to put down :) Aren't we smart? You should have been here watching us scootch it in, lifting couches, scootching some more...but it looks good! And you can see one my curtain rod jobs! In these pictures, you can't even tell that they're crooked, can you? I'll fix it later, Friday maybe. More pictures coming up.

My Mountain Dew and the bag that the cheese was in. The Cheetos were still undiscovered at this time.

This is the afore mentioned power tool. The one I got Mark for his birthday. The one he said he needed for work. I think it might have spent 20 some hours at work since it's been in his posession. Not that I'm contributing to it staying at work. I keep on using it. I think I might just need one for my use :) Can you see me sticking it on a tool belt as I go to work at the Careplex (the hospital I work at)?

That's the mirror. The one that's pretty much a ceiling-t0-middle of the wall mirror. pssht, forget the floor length, it's celing length. See my head, it's in the middle, isn't it? I guess that's the price I must pay for being vertically challanged. Not that I chose it, but now I wouldn't trade it :) It has it's advantages, I must say.

Oh yeah, I lost my debit card, in addition to all my producitveness. I had it Thursday, at Food Lion or Wal*Mart or something like that. Then, when Mark got home and we were going to Lowes to get our rug, I couldn't find it! pOOf, it was gone. I looked everywhere I thought it would be, but still nothing. So I called Bank of America to get it canceled, right? This is what the website said "to cancel a lost card call: *whatever number it was*. So I called it. Guess what it asked me for? The card number. Or the...something security access something...as if I knew what they wanted. I pressed '0' for help, did I get any? Nope, just a message that said "the call center is closed at this time, please call back Monday through Friday from 8am to 5pm central time" or some such junk like that. Think robbers and thiefs are going to work with that? "oh it's midnight, let me wait until tomorrow to use her card so she can have time to cancel it" yeah, right! I concluded that there must be a 24hour number to call, so I did more searching. Found it. Called it. Cancelled it. I should be getting a new one in a few days. Wanna know how much I've become dependant on that instead of cash or change? It's not good. So I wait patiently. Here's some more pictures.

Ok, I'm done. Off to Spare Times and loads of fun. Ciao!