Protective Mama Bear

Each year, for each resident at the Care Center, we have a planning meeting where we discuss progress on the goals that were set for the past year while planning new targets for the upcoming one.

The resident on the schedule today is the most challenging one our facility has. He is naughty and quite frankly our facility isn't set up to handle his issues. He does NOT have a diagnosis of mental retardation but rather one of TBI (Traumatic Brain Injury). Added to this complication is the fact that his mother is the type that feels that nothing is ever the fault of her prescious baby. She did nothing for the entire meeting but toss out excuse after excuse for why it was not his fault that he was acting so inappropriately.

In the past she has refered to our wonderful residents as "a bunch of vegetables" (!!!) and today, at the end of the meeting she made an insulting comment about the staff here at the Care Center.

I learned something today. It is perfectly okay for me to bitch and rant about the shortcomings of the staff here at work. Alas, if someone else does it they will endure the wrath of Ms.Behaved. *ROAR*

I managed to stay in my seat and hold back the outburst of insults that I very much wanted to hurl at her. I couldn't, however, keep my right hand from 'flipping her the bird'. Luckily the woman's head was turned the other direction and only a handful of co-workers noticed my little indiscretion.

Ms. Behaved has misbehaved.... again.


Ms.B

And the award goes to....

Today was General Staff Meeting. After an hour of blah blah blahing about stuff we've all heard before, it was time to announce the new "Employee of the Month".

Eva stood before the group and said kind things about the amazing talent that was our new "EoM". We all leaned forward in anticipation, waiting to hear who this glorious person could be.

She finally announced the winner and we all began to cheer and scream.

Upon hearing her name, Mischief's eyes got "..... this big ......" around and her jaw dropped a little.

In my head I was thinking of calling out "Speech, SPEECH!"

Perhaps it is best that I didn't since her first comment was:
"What the HELL?"


Ms.B

Pile of Crap

That is what I feel like today.

I fought a headache yesterday and prevailed through the end of the Orientation Class.

Then I drove home through a snow storm, settled in at the Haven, drugged myself up and went to bed.

Today, the battle is already lost. I want to puke, I want to sleep. I want to take a hot bath.

But I will try NOT to puke. I will avoid sleeping so that my sleep schedule stays on track, and our bathtubs are midget sized so I won't be able to relax in them.

Instead I will whine on this blog like a little baby, knowing that tomorrow will be a better day.


Ms.B

Hrmm...

I got carried away with my cell phone blogging but the posts haven't shown up yet.

*looks around*


"Pictures. Where are you?"


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Secret Message for 'Mischief' !!

It's one of those days!



Picture courtesy of the fine folks at: boardgamesexpress.com

Ms.B

Turkey, for goodness!

Thanksgiving dinner this year was nice.

For the first time in 5 years my parents stayed in town and had all of us kids over for a real dinner. Each Thanksgiving prior to this one they would take off in their RV for adventures in warmer climates and leave us three kids to fend for ourselves. Last year DH and I played grown-up and cooked our own turkey and invited the bro and sis over to our place. Although that was a good meal, and made us feel all grown up it was so nice to just relax this time and let someone else worry about the preparation and resulting messy kitchen.

All we had to do was bring a couple of store-bought homemade pies. Yum.

Ba Humbug... again

There they are.

Every year.

Lurking at the front of every Grocery Store and Shopping Center.

With their stupid bells and little red bucket.

They want your money.

It's for charity, y'all.

Don't be greedy now.

Otherwise you'll burn in HELL!


..............

Is it for a good cause? Sure! Do I think they'll put the money to good use? Of course. Do their pathetic looks and "Happy Christmas, M'am." bring on the guilt trip? Mmm Hmmm.*nod*

Do I want to tackle them to the ground and beat them about their heads with their stupid bells? You BETCHA!

!!@#$%^@!!

Lunch today was from the local grocery store since the alarm clock neglected to go off at its regularly scheduled time this morning causing me to rush out the door, hair still wet from the shower, so that I could get to work in time to start another round of "General Orientation".

"AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!! "

No time to make a sandwich.

I had my usual. Salad and fresh fruit from the self-serve area. The salad was wonderful. I always get a small amount of iceberg lettuce and then pile fresh spinach, cauliflower, mushrooms, cucumber, cheese and pulled chicken on top. Very tasty. I also got lots of fruit. Me was happy. *drool*

When I got back to the office I made sure to save the fruit for last. I savored every bite of it. Pineapple, strawberries, raspberries... NOM NOM NOM.

Until the second to last bite, when a rather rotten, vomitous piece of pineapple made its way into my mouth. I couldn't spit that nasty shit out fast enough. Thank goodness no one was watching me at my desk. It couldn't have been a pretty picture.

Just my luck that a lovely lunch had to end on such a "sour" note. UGH!

Oh yes... and....

I think it is safe to say that the DH and I have managed to convince each other that we are rather in love with our home and current location so the idea of moving to a warmer climate has been delayed. Not sure for how long. Years perhaps?

After all, why throw away a good thing in search of something else that only "might" be great?


Justification. It makes the world go round.

Where did 2007 go?

The reality of the impending 2008 struck me this morning like a load of bricks. Have I truly had this blog for almost an entire year? I realize that we still have a few weeks until Christmas is upon us. But it seems like just yesterday that the first blog entry was made and the process of blabbing about my thrilling adventures began.

And while I'm on the topic, where the hell did the past year go? My first year in the Haven. My first year with my puppy. The first year with our Granny dog. My first garden. The first... everything!!

I know it is cliche' to say "Time Flies". But honestly, that statement is true genius at times.


Geez!

What's in a Name?

Although I think "Worm Girl" has a nice ring, it has come to my attention that perhaps, to some, it might not be as catchy. After all, who wants to sneakily find their co-worker's blog and learn that the nickname which all 4 of its readers know her as is "Worm Girl".

And so, since she has recently started a blog of her very own called Random Acts Of Mischief, I am proud to announce that I will attempt to train myself to refer to her as "Mischief".

I suspect that this new nickname will be embraced by its owner far more than the old one was.


YOU SNEAKY WORM GIRL MISCHIEF!

Ms.B

It's that time of year again. . .

It is with a heavy heart that I announce the passing of our old, artificial Christmas tree. He was a good tree. Gifted by my parents when they retired him many years ago. Once assembled, he was a thing of beauty. If a pine candle was lit in the room you'd have to touch him to realize he was an impostor. Although he was old, his branches were mostly attached and he stood proud and crooked tall.

On a lighter note. Even though he is no longer with us, we'll always have a small part of him with us because we'll be finding his fake pine needles scattered about the Haven for years! :D

And so begins a new era with our new and improved fake-as-hell Christmas tree. DH and I picked it out ourselves at a local store months ago and assembled it for the first time last night. It is straight, tall and full. And even after a good, solid shake, the needles remained, for the most part, ON THE TREE!

Woa Nelly!

Ms.B