Archive for March, 2008

silent house

Posted in bewilderness, grateful, heartache, heartless thief named alzheimer's, humble and grateful, inner peace, love, making a difference, nurturing, offspring, shades of grey, silence, stirring of the soul, storm, the blues, the darkness on March 28, 2008 by whyvonne

…listening to the ‘chicks’ earlier today; this song always tugs at my heartstrings.

my own paternal grandmother crossed over in 2004 after battling alzheimer’s disease.

i’ve rendered the lyrics in calligraphy; take a peek.


…God have mercy on the frozen man

Posted in art, fambly and friends, grateful, heartache, humble and grateful, inner peace, love, making a difference, stirring of the soul, the blues on March 19, 2008 by whyvonne


a very moving, unplanned collaboration
a stirring of the soul…

details at ~m’s ‘blog

original post here.

i consider it an honor to be involved.


oh. my. God.

Posted in crazy unadulterated bullshit, just phucking funny, tales of my sanity have been greatly exaggerated, Uncategorized on March 17, 2008 by whyvonne

sheryl crow

Posted in bewilderness, changes, crazy unadulterated bullshit, heartache, love, shades of grey, storm, tales of my sanity have been greatly exaggerated, trust, W T F ? on March 17, 2008 by whyvonne

from the good ole’ days, before
all-pop “i wanna soak up the sun” tiger beat
love song days…

“i light your cigarette
i bring you apples from the vine
how quickly you forget
i run the bath and pour the wine
i’d bring you everything that floats into your mind

but you don’t bring me anything but down
no, you don’t bring me anything but down
when you come ’round

you are a raging sea
i pull myself out every day
i plead insanity
coz i can’t leave and i can’t stay

you say “won’t you come find me,”
and “yes” is what i say

well, maybe i’m not your perfect kind
maybe i’m not what you had in mind
and maybe we’re just killin’ time…

you with your silky words
and your eyes of green and blue
you with your steel beliefs
that don’t match anything you do;
it was so much easier
before you became you

no more playing seek and hide
no more long and wasted nights
can’t you make it easy on yourself?

i know you wish
you were strong
you wish you were never wrong
well, i’ve got some wishes
of my own…”

sing it, angry sheryl!
hell hath no fury… 

now my life is complete.

Posted in bewilderness, changes, crazy unadulterated bullshit, just phucking funny, tales of my sanity have been greatly exaggerated on March 17, 2008 by whyvonne

ok, so it doesn’t take all that much, apparently.  😉

now i can justify eating cookies for breakfast. or, more aptly, QUAKER has justified it for me. i won’t go on and on about pandering to the lowest common denominator, or how people would buy dawgshit if it was properly packaged…or had the propah celebrity endorsement…

just pass the milk, please…LOL. life is good.

you know you’re a nurse when…

Posted in carpe diem!, just phucking funny, making a difference, nursing 101, science & nature, tales of my sanity have been greatly exaggerated, The Right Thing on March 11, 2008 by whyvonne

i intend no offense to anyone reading this, since we are all patients at one time or another…

and it may seem an odd time to post this in the wake of the shitstorm i am currently caught up in….but sometimes you just need PHUNNY.

thanQ to my sistah-in-nursing, dianne, for today’s laughs…



  • The front of your scrubs reads “Nurses… here to save your ass, not kiss it!”
  • You occasionally park in the space with the “physicians only” sign…and knock it over.
  • You believe some patients are alive only because it’s illegal to kill them.
  • You recognize that you can’t cure stupid.
  • You own at least three pens with the names of prescription medications on them.
  • You believe there’s a special place in hell for the inventor of the call light.
  • You believe that saying “it can’t get any worse” causes it to get worse just to show you it can.
  • You wash your hands BEFORE you go to the bathroom.
  • You believe that any job where you can drive to work in your pajamas is a cool one.
  • You consider a tongue depressor an eating utensil.
  • Eating microwave popcorn out of a clean bedpan is perfectly natural.
  • You’ve been exposed to so many x-rays that you consider it a form of birth control.
  • You’ve ever heard a patient with a nose ring, a brow ring, and twelve earrings say “I’m afraid of shots.”
  • You’ve ever placed a bet on someone’s blood alcohol level.
  • You’ve told a confused patient that your name is that of a coworker’s and to call if they need help.
  • Your bladder can expand to the size of a Winnebago’s water tank.
  • You have seen more penises than any prostitute could dream of.
  • You believe that not all patients are annoying…some are unconscious.
  • Your family and friends refuse to watch medical sitcoms with you because you spend the whole time correcting everyone and pointing out upside down x-rays.
  • You don’t get excited about blood, unless it’s your own.
  • You’ve sworn to have “do not resuscitate” tat tooed on your chest. Soon.
  • Discussing dismemberment over a gourmet meal is perfectly normal to you.
  • Your idea of fine dining is anywhere you can sit down to eat.
  • Your idea of a good time is a cardiac arrest at shift change.
  • You believe in the aerial spraying of Prozac.
  • You believe that “shallow gene pool” should be a recognized diagnosis.
  • You believe that the government should require permits to reproduce.
  • You believe that unspeakable evils will befall anyone who utters the phrase “Wow, it’s really quiet today,isn’t it?
  • You have ever wanted to write a book entitled “Suicide: getting it right the first time.”
  • You have ever had a patient look you straight in the eye and say “I have no idea how that got stuck in there.”
  • You’ve had to leave a patient’s room before you begin to laugh uncontrollably.


Posted in bewilderness, changes, humble and grateful, inner peace, love, my inner child, shades of grey, silence, stirring of the soul, trust on March 4, 2008 by whyvonne


“…and the day came
when the risk to remain
tight in a bud

was more painful
than the risk
it took
to blossom.”

~ anais nin