Knock knock Jokes

I remember thinking I was so funny with my knock knock jokes when I was little. Well, this morning I heard Audrey take a stab at a knock knock joke....
Audrey: "knock knock Clive....no Clive you're supposed to say whose there?"
Clive: a much garbled "whose there"
Audrey: "Banana Head.... Now Clive you are supposed to say Banana Head who?"
Clive: "banana wana ooh"
Audrey: "Banana Head Stinky Head."
And of course giggles abound.

One down, a few more to go...

Audrey heard me making phone calls the other day and this conversation ensued afterwards...
Audrey: "Ewin is your last name Spwing?"
Me: "Close... It's Erin Spring-ett. What's your last name?"
Audrey: "Be-sen."
Me: "Yep. You're right."
Audrey: "Well... well...well you could be Ewin Spwingett Be-sen."
Me: "No. I would have to be married to your daddy to be a Be-sen."
Audrey: "Well you can mawwy my daddy."

Beauty

I've been struggling a bit lately. I don't know if it has been more of a gradual thing since I injured myself or more of just a newer problem with my current state. I suspect the former. It is hard to normally be self confident so as not to worry about things like looks or being attractive, etc. Our society puts so much emphasis on this already that I have always felt it is in one's self interest to be their own cheerleader in being confident in their own skin. This is, after all, what really matters. Even if others try to reassure you of your beauty, it is never really heard unless you believe it yourself.
Anyways, I haven't been able to work out as much and then with actually having surgery I find myself looking in the mirror wondering who is this person in front of me. She's overweight, has a huge contraption on one leg and walks like an unsteady giant instead of an elegant woman. I am glad my situation is only temporary.
But it did get me to thinking about others who may not be as fortunate. For example, breast cancer survivors. Often times their bodies are so altered through mastectomies and loosing their hair, etc that I've heard they have a hard time feeling beautiful, and I can see exactly why. Of course their hair will grow back but part of what has defined them in our society as woman is their breasts and with those gone I would imagine it is a hard undergoing to re-build your self-image and especially to re-build in a positive light.
And then there are woman who are stunningly beautiful per societies standards and yet so so ugly on the inside. Even they don't have the self-assurance and self-confidence which is evidence from how they tend to be mean and ugly to those less fortunate in order to build up their pseudo self-confidence.
I guess I don't have any real inspiring conclusion to this post other than I have never thought ill of people with disabilities or deformities and I certainly try to see the beauty in everyone. I wish there was a way to instill own's one self-assurance and self-confidence so that no one looks in the mirror and wonders who that person is in front of them. I wish we could all have peace with the individual things that makes us who we are and thus beautiful.

I found a keeper...

I have the most wonderful man in my life! I recently had knee surgery. Actually, just last week. I was so concerned about how things were going to go with me being on the couch for 6 weeks. Adam has been wonderful. It seems as though I have been a little emotional at times or unsure while being in a brace and crutches. Adam just seems to know exactly what to do or say. He'll hug me right when I need a hug, tell me I'm beautiful right when I'm feeling like an umpa lumpa or suggest we go a movie even when we have no idea what is in the theaters. He wanted to do some climbing this last weekend since it was our weekend off from the kids. He picked a place close to the road with little to no walk-in and invited his friends to meet up at our house. Then, as though he knew, but was fearful to ask in case I wasn't up for it, he suggested we offer breakfast for his friends. I love to entertain and it was so nice to have something to look forward to including making a coffee cake for friends. And then on top of that Adam packed two camping chairs and set me up to lounge while him and his friends climbed. It was glorious to be out in the sun. And it is so wonderful to have found a keeper such as Adam!

How cute is this...

A patient in our unit was scheduled for surgery. He hand wrote a card and ordered an abosolutely beautiful flower arrangement for his wife. He had it delivered during his surgery while she was in the waiting room. During his time of illness, he still thought of his wife and sent her some reassurance. I think it made all the female nurses on our unit sigh with how sweet that was.

I love my family!

I came home this morning after an exhausting night shift and an anxiety filled pre-op appointment. I was so tired that I was on the verge of tears. I walked into the house and everything seemed surprisingly quiet... So I continued upstairs. I walked around the corner and was immediately met with a ecstatic shreak from Audrey. They were trying to surprise me and were quite successful at it. Next we talked about how silly it is that I sleep during the day so then everyone piled into bed with me. Adam read the kids and I a good night Erin story. They each took turns giving me a hug and a kiss and then when Adam leaned over and gave me a hug both Audrey and Clive people piled on top. I love people piles! I felt so loved. :)

When I am old and ill...

Please don't talk to me about the troubles of the world. Bring me flowers, hold my hand and read me stories of grand adventures. Oh and bring kids' art work too...

Serious Dinner Conversations with an almost 4 year old...

Audrey: "Ewin have you been to bounce town?"
Me: "Of course... with you and Clive silly. Why are you thinking of bounce town?"
Audrey: "Because I love that place... and look thewe's bounce town."
Me: "What? In your ice cream?"
Audrey: "Yeah. Wight thewe."
Me: "Show me."
Audrey: "Wight thewe. See the doow?"
Me: "Ohhhh...."
See for yourself... there is certainly a door.

Roar!

So Miss Audrey and Little Clive have some pjs that they LOVE LOVE LOVE. But the problem with kids is they keep growing. SO unfortunately they are getting ready to out-grow their coveted pajamas. GASP! I know. Terrible!
So brilliant me decided to go find the same type and style. And what's even better is that I found them for both kids so they match.
Roar baby!

Super Heros!

These are my favorite kind! Out to save this world with lots of hugs, kisses, giggles and sillies. 

Here Daddy.

So Little Miss Audrey... She's not my daughter, but she is certainly my girl.
I am sure over time more of her personality will show through with my stories but for now let it suffice that she is almost 4 years old and one that can rough and tumble and yet stand back and take it all in.
The other day she had a toy that her little brother wanted and offered it to him and then took it right back. Her daddy and I were right there and told her that it wasn't nice to offer and then take it away and she didn't quite understand so Adam took her beloved Lamby. He held it out and offered it to her and then when Audrey would reach for it he would pull it back. He did this about ten times until she became a little frustrated and he finally turned Lamby back over to her. Audrey continued to play with her brother for a few minutes and then she came back to where we were sitting...
She held out her Lamby and said "Here Daddy." Adam reached up to take Lamby... and completely unexpectedly she reneged on it and let out a rip roaring laugh. Ah she's a quick one.

Back-handed compliment

For those who don't know me, I am a nurse. I love being a nurse and more importantly I love being a critical care nurse. I currently work in the ICU and it is an environment full of life long memories....
I tend to pick up little statements from my patients and this is just one that ended up making me chuckle.
"You look like an awfully cute nurse but I don't have my glasses on."

Ah Blogging

Ok. So I finely decided to break down and join the blogging world. My sister has a wonderful blog and has kept after me to start one of my own... So here it is. Probably won't compare to my sister's but none the less.
So why "Me and My Ready Made?" I have been blessed to have one of the most wonderful men on this earth be in my life and along with him, he has two beautiful kids. My dad once asked me "Is a ready made family what you want?" And, well, quite simply yes! So here is to my adventures... Me and My Ready Made.