Dirty and awkward....but not.

I'm really getting settled into my new job. I'm really building relationships with some of the residents and I enjoy spending time with many of them. I listen about their children, grand children, spouses that have passed, regrets, memories, and even discuss their meals with them. Nearly all of them are very happy to see me and some even greet me with a kiss on the hand. We've been sharing some quality time together.

There is this one man, for HIPPA and privacy reasons, I'll call him mister P. Mister P has been living in the retirement facility for a year or so. He hates it there. He blames his wife for the fact that he's there. He goes off all the time about how he's gonna divorce her as soon as he gets out of there. When I ask him why, he says, "because she put me in this fucking place!!" I think he forgets that she is really sick and can't take care of his post-stroke needs. Mister P is one of my favorite residents. He's one of the few smokers, but is limited to a certain amount of cigarettes per day. He is always calling to ask if he can have one yet, if it's "close enough" or if he can scoot the rules. He's retired military and loves to talk about my hubs, what he does, and how he's a "fly boy" cause he's in the Air Force. 

Yeah, something like that. ;)

Mister P. is a sweetie, but apparently, a pervert. Little did I know. Two nights ago, before I was leaving his room, I asked if there was anything else I could do before I left him for his night sleep. He said, "yeah bend over and let me spank your bottom." I started laughing, and told him that I don't think that's going to happen. Last night when I asked him the same question, he just made the spanking motion with is good hand. I started laughing again, shook my head, and tucked him in.

Ahhhh Mister P. frequently tells me that I'm pretty, but had never made a pervy move. I talked to some of the other girls and found out that he's actually grabbed their asses before. The funny part of it is, if it weren't totally against the rules and grounds for immediate termination, I just might have let him do it. He's all alone in a place he hates, he hates his wife.... it's like the least I could do, right? Plus, you know me.... I have a certain... soft spot for kinky folk. A man that has a penchant for spankings? I can't help but love him. :)

This was probably Mister P. and his wife
back in the day. Poor guy. 

From a girl who loves spankings, I found it all to be kind of funny. The more I think about it, the more weirded out I am that I'm NOT weirded out. I should feel kinda creeped out than an 80+ year old man made some moves? Right?

Yeah, I'm not, rock the fuck on Mister P.

...I just need to find a way to make sure his (appropriate) needs are met without asking him what else I can do for him!

I'm aliiiiiive! (An update)

Lately I've been kinda MIA. First because I was freakin sick as hell, then more recently because I started a new job!!

No, it's not what I went to school for five years for or what I owe over $150,000 for, but it's a JOB.

FML. 

I'm a caregiver at an assisted living facility for seniors. They have me working the evening shift, 8 hours. I haven't had a job since before college. The hardest adjustment that I'm making is getting used to working 8 hours a day, on my feet. In that sense, it's great experience for what's to come once I get an actual RN job. While I'm making virtually nothing and the work is extremely physically demanding, I am actually making a difference in senior's lives.

My first night I came home crying. I was disappointed and discouraged. Disappointed that I am not working as an RN, discouraged because of how tired I was and discouraged because I felt as if I was settling. But the circumstances of life are not allowing for much choice. I have a horrible habit of negative self-talk. I can turn anything into a negative, especially when it comes to myself or self worth. After a talk with the hubs and my mom venting these feelings, I realized that the fact that I have a job in itself is a great feat. I've been trying for months and months. Sure, it's not an RN job, but you know what, this job will be great on a resume. My new bosses love me and are wanting to short-track me through training so they can start to train me in a promoted position. All good things.

The coworker who has been training me is super sweet and lives right down the road. The day before Valentine's day, we shared a Twi-moment that made my freakin day. One of the residents gave us a Valentine's day candy gift and guess what it was?

Goddamn right I <3 EC!

My coworker squeed a bit and said "I LOVE TWILIGHT!" I'm not gonna lie, I was so freakin happy to hear that. I've begun to settle into my new job, but to know that one of my coworkers shares a passion such as Twlight, that's such a relief. When people ask my where I'll be in Sept/Oct, I'm sure as shit saying FOOOOOORKS MUTHA FUCKAS! ...or something of that nature.

So, all in all, things are going well. I'm just sleepy allllll the time. I hear this will pass and that I'll get used to it, we shall see. Shitty thing is, the hubs finally has weekends off, now I'm working them. I don't have set days off or a set schedule yet, but I'm not too worried.

......I just miss the shit out of you h00rs and my Twittah time with you all. Keeping up with blogs is a little more difficult, too. Know I love you ladies and I'm missing the shit out of you all! The thought of FOOOOOORKS keeps me going! It's looking like, because of this job, I'll be able to afford it. ;)

Twihearted

This from a dear friend:

My mother was a force of nature. She was unstoppable, or so we thought - doing everything at warp speed and with a seemingly endless supply of energy. Our family was absolutely devastated when she died of a heart attack just weeks after celebrating her 65th birthday. She is dearly missed, every day, by her daughters, her father-in-law, her grandchildren, and her husband of 45 years.

Heart disease runs in my family. After Mom passed, my father told us that she had actually said that she didn't think she would live to see 65. Her mother died of a stoke at the same age. Yet even in the face of this knowledge, she did not take steps to try to beat the odds. I believe that she could have potentially lived for many more years had she watched her diet and taken other small steps. She loved junk food, Coca-Cola, sweets, and salt. She ignored her doctor's warnings and when asked about her annual check-ups, she said she was fine. But she wasn't fine.

My sister and I both believe that Mom knew something was going on with her health in the weeks before her death, and that she didn't do anything about it. Maybe she was waiting for Medicare to kick in; maybe she was afraid to find out; maybe she just felt helpless against what she considered inevitable. We'll never know. I wish she had told us. I wish she had said something. I wish she had taken herself to the doctor, or to the emergency room, before it was too late.

I spent a long time reading other pages here on the AHA site, and was heartbroken to find many stories similar to this one. I hope that during American Heart Month, awareness is raised. I hope that people take advantage of the opportunity - while they still have it - to take better care of themselves and help their loved ones to do the same, even if it requires some effort. I'm personally going to make a renewed effort to improve my health, and I hope that some of you will do the same after reading this. And if you suspect - even a little bit - that you may be experiencing heart-disease-related symptoms, SPEAK UP. You'll be glad you did, and your loved ones will be, too.

I am lucky to have an amazing online family who provided much needed moral support when I needed it, and we've set up this page so that people can donate to the American Heart Association during the month of February. I hope that some of you - even one person - take away from this a commitment to making a change in their lifestyle and taking charge of their health.

With much love,

Debbie/STY

To learn more about what Heart Disease is, go here.....

Today, over 70 million Americans have some form of cardiovascular disease. We suffer as individuals, as families and as a nation from these devastating illnesses, which will claim nearly 930,000 lives this year alone.

To donate:

CLICK HERE!!

Or go to the top of this page, click on the heart icon "Twihearted" and give what you can. Even $1 means more than you can imagine. I could not afford to donate much more. We in the Twitarded community are dedicated to helping raise money for American Heart Association. Heart Disease, the number one killer of women, can be prevented. Educate yourself and your loved ones and help spread the word.

To all my fellow Twitards, especially Snarky/Deb, I love you!

The mystery of Bella (the dog) has been solved!

When we first adopted Bella, she was described as a "terrier mix". In fact, this was the add:

"Spayed 25 pound terrier mix, around 1 years old. House trained, crate trained. Sleeps on her blanket in the bedroom at night. Stays in the house during the day, or hanging around outside with you! Loves children, very patient with them! Great with people. Great with indoor cats. Likes to chase birds. Likes to play in water. Travels great! Generally calm but is in everyone's business! She has great self-esteem and doesn't hold grudges! Thinks she's a lap dog and loves to sleep in boxes!" 

We took the description for what it's worth. But as we got to know and love her, we found that she just didn't have the temperament of terrier--fiesty, incredibly energetic, etc. She's relatively calm, super affectionate and pretty quiet. She rarely barks...she is not a "yappy" dog by any means.

Our little Bells

Recently, while we've been walking her, we've had numerous people ask, "is she a Basenji?" We then just explain that she's a rescue, and we have no idea. So, I got curious and googled Basenji, and holy smokes!

Basenji:

Bella:

Runnin!

Jumpin!

Lookin' like a Basenji mix!

I think we see a resemblance! So, now when people ask what she is, we say that we are pretty sure that she is a Basenji mix! Those of you that have met her may see the resemblance more in person than in these photos, but it's there. :)

And P.S. Yes, on his right arm, that's one of the hub's hot-ass tatts..... ;)

People always ask if the girl is me...our lips
are sealed! ;)

Love you h00rs,