Wednesday, September 22, 2010

My home assignment. University. Week one.

Hi! My name is Ramona. I graduated from GBC in 1989 and have been working at Sunnybrook for the better part of those years. I have pretty much moved around all of the trauma areas in Sunnybrook and am currently the Clinical Educator for PeriAnesthesia.
I thought about starting my degree in 1990, 1995, 2000, and now that I am mid-career, in an educator position, I've realized that I've got to keep up with the young ones. Where did 20 years go?!
Like S., I also do not think that I need a BScN to be a great nurse. A nursing teacher once told my clinical group: "The best advice I can give you, is to BE the nurse you would want taking care of you." I have been that nurse, because it meant something to me to prove my knowledge and ability at making someone as comfortable as they could possible be. I have always focused on the practical and emotional part of nursing, because that it the kind of person that I am.
Last week, I was reminded of what my nursing school teacher once told me.
And I realized that I would want the nurse taking care of me to be the one who made the effort to learn more.

Friday, April 23, 2010

An Update

I feel like blogging tonight, and gosh it's been a long time.  Life is pretty good and I can't complain...and no one wants to hear the complaints anyway, right?  Right.
Since the new year, I suppose that there are things that have changed, some for the good, some for the bad...but all in all, things are about a 7/10.
Greg is still not working which kind of sucks, but i some ways, (dare I say it) is kind of nice.  The dogs are taken care of, the house is tidy, the groceries are done, and usually, when I ask for things to be done, they are.  There really is a not a lot that I need to do when I get home, dinner is ready, there is a glass of wine poured and things are pretty peaceful.  I realize that this is not an ideal situation, and GOD I hope that he finds a job soon...but I have to find a silver lining somewhere, right?  Right?!  Someone please agree with me.
In February I went to Costa Rica with my mom and my friend Ali.  We actually had a really good time.  Not crazy wild, but fun nonetheless.  My mom and I got along very well except for  one night when she was being 'honest' and told me that she would never consider Greg a part of her family. Whatever.
Ali is probably the most confident woman I know and just struts her stuff.  She convinced all 190 lbs of me to wear a bikini!  Yikes!!!  But you know what?  I had a great time, and, although I spent a lot of the holiday with my shoulders under the water, I figured out that it really doesn't matter.  There are lots of people with different figures, people still talked to me, and I had a great time!
Saying that...I joined Weight Watchers again for the 18th time the week after I got back!  I've lost a bit of weight, and am moving a bit more, but I will allow myself to do this slowly on my own terms.
My little sister-in-law Adriana moved in with us about a month ago.Things have gone from bad to worse with 2-4 and a decision was made between Greg, older SIL, me, Adriana and her psychiatrist that it would be in her best interest to move in with us.  To be honest, she has been an absolute doll.  She finished school, and got herself a job a 5 minute walk away as a dental assistant.   Seriously, she is (so far) a really nice, 20 year old girl who appreciates the break she has been given.  2-4 is not speaking to any of us, I haven't spoken to her since boxing day (not because I'm mad or anything...I just don't want to listen to her shit on everyone.)  Anyway, I am really liking having my 20 year old SIL living here.  She is really quiet so I was able to watch 3 episodes of CSI tonight and...ummm...I kind of forgot that she was here!  She lets us know when she won't be home, and to be honest, the only thing I care about is that she is safe, and learning to be responsible for her actions.  
I know her mom is hurt that she is living here, but I can't help feeling she was holding Adriana back in order to keep her 'disabled'.  I know it sounds sick, but that's the way it is.  
Mr. Mao is still a darling and roams the neighbourhood, sucking up to all the students on their way to school, and to all the elderly folks keeping busy picking dandelions.  The Dutchess is also still prowling for food, sleeping, peeing, and prowling for more food.  a few months ago Greg and I talked about putting her to sleep but neither of us had the heart.  She's still OK, and since we've invested in pee-pads, she's happy, and so are we.
Buddy and Laila are the best of friends and I can't remember what it was like to be in this house without them.  They are such good natured dogs, and I can only imagine how much people love their kids, because my heart aches when I am with them.   They make me so happy!
I am a bit on the outs with my neighbour Audrey, but I admit, that is partly my doing.  It drives me crazy when people are always telling me over and over and over and over and over and over and over again what I should do.  And when I don't want to live by her schedule apparently that is looked down upon.  Oh.  Well.
Work is going well.  Work is actually about an 8.5/10.  I've been pushing it, and going to work at 9am.  I leave around 5:30/6.   But apparently coming in at 9 means that I don't take my job seriously.  Actually, it means that I am going to work well rested and capable of doing my work while I am there.  I have been asked by the Director of Nursing Practice to co-chair the monthly meeting of the educators at the hospital, which is kind of funny because I am fairly certain that I am the least educated of the bunch!  I do plan to take a masters level course in September. (not that I really want to)
OK, that's it for my update.
Ciao for now.


Sunday, December 27, 2009

Done for now...

...but I know where to find the ones I've connected with. You know who you are.

I may be back some time in the future, but for now I don't feel connected to my blog anymore.

~Kross-Eyed Kitty~

Sunday, June 28, 2009

Michael Jackson beat to his own drum, but no matter what, his songs were truly danceable and everybody had a good time. Thanks for the music.
Check THIS out to see just how much people all over the world enjoyed dancing to him. It's kind of funny (ok, a lot!) but I think it makes my point.

Friday, June 19, 2009


It's been too long.
Click on the pic for some photos taken in Portugal. These ones were taken in Lisbon and environs. The lighthouse, cliff and sunset photos were taken at the most western tip of Europe. The custard tarts are my new favourite dessert (breakfast, lunch and dinner...anytime is a good time!) We also visited Sintra, an old walled town. Belem tower and Lisbon city gateway as well as some artsy ones of fuchia flowers and murano glass chandalier in a palace we went to.

Short entry...but I need to get back into blogging. Will try to do a big, juicy entry on the weekend.
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Sunday, April 12, 2009

Happy Eastern!

My Dad could never get it right...he always thought it was Happy Eastern (not Easter!) It's an on-going little joke now, but a nice way to remember him.

It's been a nice weekend. Saturday I cleaned up the backyard and got the vegetable garden area tidied up. It was a lot of work, but very satisfying. I am planning to plan what we are going to plant while we are away. This time next week, we will be in Lisbon! I am so excited, and can't wait to see new places. We are renting a car and driving up the coast from Lisbon to Porto. No plans in Portugal other than getting in the car and driving! We will go wherever the wind blows us. Our first 4 nights in Lisbon are busy with the conference I'm attending, but they have tours and dinner plans arranged for us every night, and Greg is included in those plans. I'm really looking forward to it. Last year, they held the conference at Hilton Head which was also really amazing.

We are ending our two week vacation with 3 nights in Paris and 1 night in Vienna. Those hotel rooms are booked already, and there are great reviews written up about them. I'm hoping that they will be as good as people say because the rooms were only $100 CDN a night, which is pretty cheap by European standards, I believe. The hotel we are staying in in Paris is in Montmarte and 100 metres from the Moulin Rouge. Expect to see a few pics of the windmill! I think we are going to splurge and go to the show while we are there. Why not?!

Today Greg and I took the dogs to the beach today for a long walk. OMG did they love it! They both went swimming Lake Ontario, in fact little Laila took her first little dog paddle all by herself! Needless to say, both dogs were soaked and smelled quite fragrant. They seemed to like the way they smelled, but I think both knew that they were in for a bath as they tried to hide under the coffee table the second we got home. Two dogs in the shower and a lot of shaking led to a very wet bathroom, but at least everyone smells better now. I found a pink rock that I will add to my garden edge, but it did look prettier when it was wet. Never mind, I will call it my Easter Rock.

We are heading over to Greg's Dad's place for Easter dinner. I'd much rather hang out at home, but that's not going to happen. We can't bring the dogs with us, because Greg's step-Nona has an artificial leg and is afraid the the dogs will knock it off! That would stir up some excitement, wouldn't it?! Amazing Audrey will dog-sit for us this afternoon, and may even stay at our place to make cards. I have turned our dining room table into a card making studio and we've been having fun just gabbing and making cards. I'll try to post some this week, because they really are quite pretty.

My brother is one person who actually buys items from infomercials. I don't know why he does this, but he has bought a Doctor Ho (electrical massage!) and breathalyzers, and a bunch of other stuff. His latest purchase was for my Mom's birthday: Smooth Away: Removes Hair Instantly and Pain Free! Discovered in Europe! (but made in China) Gently Exfoliate While Removing Hair! No Pain. No Chemical. No Razor Burn. "But wait!!!! Buy one now, and for absolutely free, you will get a second package. Ab-so-lu-tly Free!" So he bought it, and 8 packages arrived.

He gave me one, and, I have to tell's phenomenal! No word of a lie. I have not shaved my legs all winter, and within a matter of minutes my legs are as smooth as anything! I went a little crazy and also attacked my upper lip, and my beard and also my peach-fuzzy cheeks. Hair....GONE! Who knows what will happen once the hair starts growing back, but for now, I am giving it a 10/10.
That's it. I wish you all a wonderful Easter Sunday. I hope you got out and enjoyed the day following old traditions, or inventing new ones.

Wednesday, April 08, 2009

Pupsie Doosie and Pupsie Doosie Twosie

It's been a while since I've posted any pictures of my babies. Remember how little Laila was when we first got her? She was all of 8lbs and smaller than the cats. She used to love to sleep in the cat baskets in the window and although she is now the same size as Buddy, she somehow still manages to sqeeze herself in! She is a funny little thing and has quirky ears...I guess it's her party-trick. One day her left ear will be pointing straight up, the next her right ear, and then she'll be in the mood where they are both up. Lately she prefers just to have her right ear at attention. We are lucky in that all of our pets get along so well. Buddy and Laila are best of friends and they are always side by side. Wherever Buddy goes, Laila is not too far behind. In fact, usually she is hanging on to his collar so we won't run too far ahead.
They have a ton of nicknames, but they often get Pupsie Doosie and Pupsie Doosie Twosie. No idea how I thought this up. It just happened.
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Monday, April 06, 2009

Yesterday was an absolutely beautiful day and my first outside cleaning up my front garden. I just love getting my hands all dirty. I worked up a sweat, and lobster-boy Greg got a slight burn on his face.
In the middle of the night I woke up because Mr. Mao wasn't in his usual spot under my right armpit. I'm so used to this sleep position and have never squished the little guy yet. Anyway, I woke up and thought it was strange that he wasn't there so I went looking for him. Poor little guy was outside on the kitchen window ledge and looking just a little cold. The weather had changed from a balmy spring day, to a freezing rain mess! I opened the kitchen door to let him in, but he didn't want to get any wetter than he already was. Rather than go out into the sleet myself, I spent 5 minutes figuring out how to get the screen out of the kitchen window. Mr. Mao was saved!
I brought him back to bed, and he snuggled under my arm, purring so loud it took me a while to get back to sleep.
This morning, the winter wonderland had returned.
That was the shortest summer EVER!

Friday, April 03, 2009

It's a grey, rainy day today and I'd like nothing better than to be at home in my jammies snuggling with a couple of furry creatures. Instead, I am at work, but with the door closed and have just finished a chicken club wrap and a gigantic serving of fries and am now looking at my blouse and admiring the stretch-satin across my belly---pulled to it's maximus maxim. Add to that a hot flash that is causing sweat to pool above and below my lips and at the nape of my neck, and you've got one hot lady. Not. Oh of these years I will pull myself together. Maybe.
What's new here? Not much. Just the benign day to day stuff. One of our neighbours, who we called Chatty Cathy behind her back, has moved. And, I'm glad. Sometimes I think I'm not really as nice as I think I am, or other people might think I am. Chatty is the kind of woman who talks non-stop, and it's all about her and her job. What's gone on in her day, what one student said to the other student, how one of her boy needs to wear deodorant, blah blah blah. If ever I dared to mention something about my job, she'd immediately interrupt me and say "Oh ya, it's just like today when one of my kids...." About a year ago I stopped going for the evening dog walk with the ladies because I couldn't stand to listen to her. She has a Sheppard that would run up to people barking and snarling and then instead of disciplining her dog, she'd tell the person it was their fault because of their body language. Like...I think I'd be afraid if a big German Sheppard came running at me and my body language wouldn't exactly be warm and welcoming. One time we were in the middle of dinner, with guests over, so walking the dogs at the usual time was not on our agenda. She marched through the house with her dog and kid and hung out in the backyard while we ate. It was the middle of winter and pitch black outside. 10 minutes later she let herself back in, sat down on the couch and waited for us to finish eating, the whole while monopolizing the conversation. What kind of person does this?
Every evening I'd be thinking in my head : "shut up...just shut the F up!" I secretly wished that she would move....And my wish came true! The only thing, is now we have no more stories to tell about them, and there were sooooo many of them. It isn't just her who is annoying, but she is married to the ultimate Dufus who I'm sure can't even tie his own shoes. I'm pretty sure I noticed Velcro straps on his sneakers.

One of our other neighbours, J is an ex-Biker dude. They had a dog named Farley, a beautiful golden retriever and J would walk the dog up and down the street about 10 times a day. The whole neighbourhood knew him, and talked about him. See, J is a big guy and never, ever, and I mean NEVER! picked up after Farley. When the snow started melting a month ago, it was really noticeable, and you know...big dogs have big poos. I was ticked off too, but at the same time I knew that some of the littler poos might have belonged to my dogs because, lets face it, when you have 4 feet of snow you can't always find what the pups left behind. I took it upon myself to clean up all the street poo that I could see, and it filled an entire grocery bag. Just as I was finishing up, J's son-in-law came out of the house with Farley. Great timing! Very nicely I walked over to him and explained the situation, including that the neighbours were upset. I was told put the bag by J's door and that they would have a talk with him. Later that day, J's daughter came knocking at my door, very apologetic and embarrassed. I assured her that no one had a problem with J or Farley, but that it wasn't right that he wasn't cleaning up the mess. She then went on to tell me that she knew that it had been a problem and had spoken to him before, but that they were having so many issues with J's own cleanliness and behaviour in the house that she can't handle it anymore. She then told me that J had signed the house over to them with the agreement that he would live in the basement, rent-free. He has no other place to go. The things people I don't even know tell me!
Fast forward a few weeks and J is seen walking up and down the street 10 times a day, but with no Farley. He's also lost about 30 pounds. Turns out that his daughter decided the best thing to do would be do give Farley up for adoption, so she took him to a shelter. Luckily, the dog is fairly young and was adopted quickly. Initially I felt really, really guilty about this and thought it was my fault. I should have just kept my mouth shut and J would still have his dog. When I asked J what happened, he only said that his daughter thought it was the best thing to do.
Greg spoke to the daughter a few days ago. Turns out that there were a few reasons why they had to get rid of the dog. J wasn't taking proper care of him, but also Farley had bitten their young son a few times and they didn't trust the dog anymore.

My neighbour to the right of my house recently brought her 93 year old husband home from the hospital. He is a man who believes in naturopathy and up until this year, has never taken prescribed medication in his life. Now he is taking medication for atrial fibrillation and is convinced it will be the death of him! The other night, V knocked at our door and asked if I could come over to witness the signing of some legal documents. Turns out, that he never had a Power of Attorney nor a Will! Now that's positive thinking!
Poor V has had a hard time of it lately. She is a collector of anything and everything. She finds a use for it all. She collects clothing and arranges for it to be sent to Third World countries. She collects household wares, books, children's toys and saves it all for the Church Bazaar. Every time I had something to go to the Goodwill, all I had to do was bring it over to her carport. Needless to say, her house was chock a block full! Over the past few weeks, her children have been over and emptying out her house of all of this stuff they consider garbage. I have to admit, it was pretty hard talking to V (who is 81) while she had tears running down her face, thinking of all this good stuff going to waste. The truth was, her house was so full, that when the ambulance team came to get her husband to go to the hospital, they had to be careful to stay on the path between the living room and bedroom. It was pretty bad. I had only ever been over there once before, but it did look like hoarders lived there.
I hadn't intended for this to be all about my neighbours, and truthfully, maybe I'm even being a bit like Chatty....just going on and on.
But it has been nice hiding out in my office. I might even sneak out early today!

Wednesday, March 25, 2009

One month later...

I feel like I'm almost always apologizing for this blog every time that I make an entry.
No more's my blog, if you happen to read it...that's great! Sigh.
Things aren't good with Greg's job, and without getting into things too much, let's just say things are pins and needles. I don't like being Negative Nellie or turning a headache into a tumour, but it's a little too close for comfort. I know it sounds very Sopranos, but Greg knows too much and they are trying to force him out. It's not a huge deal in terms of political politics, but internally, it's pretty huge. Enough said.
Work for me is good. I'm thinking that I'm not going to complain about anything because I have a job, and for the time being, a safe job. I've been thinking about joining an agency just in case, but I'm jumping the gun. The funny thing is, I think I'm more upset about this than Greg is. I am most definitely NOT an A-type personality but I can't help worrying. I know so many people who have lost their jobs.

It's kind of a strange time, because we have planned a trip. It coincides with a work conference in Lisbon and as much as I'm stressed out about things, I can't wait to get away. I want to run away, but I know that's not going to happen. We have 4 nights accommodation in Lisbon, a car in Portugal, 3 nights in Montmarte, Paris, and 1 night in Vienna. We plan to wing the accommodations in Portugal after Lisbon. There. I've planned our trip!

All in all...if I had to rate how things are going...its...6/10

Thursday, February 26, 2009

I spent the day today at a workshop that discussed data tools and analysis. Far out of the realm of bedside nursing, but all in all, I learned a lot that can be applied to the job I'm doing now. One of the good things about this position, is that I am actually encouraged to go to Organizational Development workshops, and now I actually have the time to go. Frontline nursing only has the oppportunity to go to these kinds of workshops on their days off...and who in their right mind would want to head to the hospital on a day off?! I've made a point of going to as many workshops as possible, conflict management and resolution, effect change management, giving and receiving feedback, teaching the adult learner...lots. I may only have another 6 months left of this job, so I think I'm going to make the most of it. As much as I have days that I'm frustrated, and think about going back to the bedside, I also know that I've learned so much and am only now starting to understand how to put it all together. I think for a newbie Educator, I've done a fairly decent job, and definitely nothing to be ashamed of. I cover 6 areas which is a very large group of nurses, and my position extends far beyond educating.

Anyway, enough about work. I think I'm feeling good about it today because the workshop was really helpful.

Have I mentioned before that I am not a morning person? Most days, I can be up and out of the house in half an hour, 45 minutes if I have to have a shower. This morning was one of those half hour mornings (well, more like 25 minutes, and every minute DOES count!) I was racing around and threw on a sweater that was not too wrinkled that had been lying on a bedroom chair.

I got to the workshop on time, but when I finally caught my breath, I looked down and realized that I had enough hair on my sweater to knit another pet! OMG! 2 dogs and 4 cats shedding their winter fur, and it was all on my sweater! Thankfully, it was cream coloured, so it wasn't quite as noticeable, but even I thought it was gross. I started picking the fur out, but then I thought if I just left it alone, maybe people would think it was part of the fabric...


After work today, Aud and I went to Goodwill. They were having a 50% off sale, and the place was packed! I scored 4 cobalt blue wine glasses for 75 cents each, 2 yello pyrex serving dishes, and a book by Emily Giffin called Baby Proof that I had been looking for. Small things, but I felt good buying something that didn't cost a lot of money. Actually, I didn't even pay for it, Aud did as we carpool with my car and I refuse to take gas money from her. I am very glad that I've found a friend who loves Goodwill as much as I do! We have spent quite a few Saturdays going from one to another.

Wednesday, February 18, 2009

This week, my mom and bro are off to Costa Rica for 2 weeks.
Seems like my mom has found a new travel partner?! Uh...ya.
I could have gone, but it seems like I have a job.
Am I bitter? No...not really.
Everything comes with a price...right?
Anyway, Greg and I do have a vacation planned. It corresponds with a work conference and Greg is tagging along this year! We are going to Portugal! We leave the middle of April and are gone for two weeks. We figure we'll spend 5 days in Lisbon (3 days of which I'm at a conference) and then head north up the coast to Porto and then spend af ew days in Spain. Afterwhich (is that a word?!) we go to Paris for 3 days and Vienna for 1 day. It'll be a busy vacation, but I'm looking forward to being away.

I've been hanging out on Facebook a bit more lately and have gotten in touch with some people I've known in a past life, it's been fun actually. People I've known from public school, high school and from when I lived overseas. I think this is such a good thing, mostly because in my younger years I was so shy and self-conscious it's been a real eye-opener to realize that maybe I wasn't so different after all. Have you 3 readers been on Facebook yet? (Pez, I know that you are there!) It's a nice distraction, and I totally recommend it, even though I'm not on it everyday.

Anyhow, I've been wanting to enter something on this Blogthing of mine, so this is it.
Work is good.
The puppies are the light in my life (other than Greg and the kitties of course!)
I do have things to rant about, but I'm thinking I should save that for when I'm in a ranting mood.
Till then!

Wednesday, January 21, 2009

I am so happy that Barack Obama is the new President. I kind of feel like Canada has a new President! Our countries are so close...and yet so different. Is it safe to say that Obama reminds me of a Canadian? Hope I didn't offend anybody out there..but he just seems so....nice.

Things have been good around here. I am car-pooling with awesome was her idea to get me to work on time. That part is working, but poor Aud has to wait for me to pick her up and I am having a bit of trouble getting out of work on time. Thankfully, she is the patient sort who doesn't mind waiting a few extra minutes.

I have been very productive at work these past few days, and have been the chair of a few committees which is something new for me. I've decided to recruit various nurses in my areas into these committees to make them accountable for some of the changes and challenges that are going on. I figure that if they are in on the team decisions, that it might cut down on the complaints. It's a new way of doing things, but I'm hoping it will attract people's attention. I am going to ask different nurses for each new initiative. So far, so good.

My mom and brother went to Mexico last week. I was going to blog about it, but at the time I was so pissed that I'm not sure that it would have made sense. My brother basically came by on the Sunday night with his two cats, and said he and mom were going to Mexico the next day. I basically lost my nut, had a few too many glasses of wine (and SHRIEK!!!!) even smoked a couple of cigarettes with Aud. Anyway, I got over that. My mom offered to take me on a vacation next month, but I told her that I wouldn't feel comfortable going without Greg, because he needs a vacation too.
Two-Four spent the weekend with us last weekend. She's nuts.
Little SIL was accepted into a private college for Dental Hygiene Assistant. Little SIL is not the sharpest knife in the drawer, but honestly, she's never been given a chance because 2-4 has always told her that she's disabled and "can't do that." The whole Freakin' weekend 2-4 talked about how she was worried that Little SIL wouldn't be able to do the course until finally we couldn't take it anymore. Everybody was yelling...I went to bed.
Some things, I really don't want to get involved with.

My mom called me at work today which is strange because she never calls me, and especially not at work. Turns out that her 88 year old friend was in the ICU at my hospital and she was wondering if I could find out what was going on. I have connections, so of course I was able to talk to his nurse. Poor man had already passed on by the time I arrived, but I was able to go and say goodbye to him on behalf of my mom. Now my mom is all depressed thinking that he was only 17 years older and her time is coming to an end. All I could think of to say was " you've got good genes...your mother lived to see 94. Don't'll be around to torture me for a long time!" Thankfully, I made her laugh.

Tuesday, January 13, 2009

Shhhh....I'm at work...and I'm blogging!
I've closed my door, turned on the radio, just finished my Swiss Chalet lunch and decided that I was in the mood to blog.
Some NY Resolutions I'm still managing. My upstairs is not too bad, I can clean up within half an hour.
Audrey and Darrell have been over a few nights for dinner as they are in the process of doing some DIY Reno's to their kitchen. They have the exact same house as ours, but the layout is opposite. Strangely, I can never figure out exactly where I'd be in my house when I'm in hers because of all the Reno's done to both homes over the last 60 years. Anyway.
Audrey has this great idea of how to get me to work on time in the morning. Anyone who knows me, know that I am not a morning person. I snooze for at least a half an hour and then Greg has to sic the dogs on me. I am given a bath of kisses every morning by 2 dogs and a cat. Dutchess is a licker in the morning when she is hungry. So today we tried Audrey's great idea: I drive her to work in the morning. Her place of employment is on my way (pretty much) but despite leaving 15 minutes earlier than I normally would have, I STILL arrived late! The roads were bad this morning so I'm sure that had something to do with it, but we might have to leave a bit earlier. It's a little strange carpooling, especially in the morning. I like listening to the radio: the news, the song of the day, and the ticket-blitz contest. Audrey likes to talk. I missed it all! And since I was trying to listen to the radio, I'm not 100% of all of her conversation, either! I am going to either have to turn u0p the radio, or ask her not to talk. Either way...I'm wondering how long the car-pooling is going to last. Audrey is an early bird, up at 5:15, out with her dogs, and then leaves for work at 7am to hang out at Wallymart for an hour and then arrives at work at 8:20. There is no way in hell that I'll be doing any of that nonsense! She is desperately trying to get me into the habit of walking the dogs really early in the morning, she even got me a snood for Christmas so I would be nice and warm.
Here is my dog-walking get-up (please keep in mind that it is minus 20 degrees Celsius, which has got to be close to zero Fahrenheit)
I wore this to work today, minus the snood. I'm secretly hoping that someone will contact What Not To Wear and nominate me. Nonetheless, I was warm on my way to work, and walking the puppies.
People who know me from a former life, would never recognize me.