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in training…

Posted in fambly and friends, grateful, heartache, humble and grateful, inner peace, making a difference, possible tragic events, science & nature, survivors, The Right Thing on February 19, 2009 by whyvonne

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…approximately 73 days to go! just committed to the Vineyard ride for MS, opting for the measly 50K so as not to embarrass myself and others. LOL.

time to put down the ben & jerry’s and put on the snowshoes! wish me luck…and please consider sponsoring me! no donation is considered too small!

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a conversation with stephen king

Posted in art, carpe diem!, Christ-in-a-sidecar, grateful, humble and grateful, hump-worthy, jesus krispies!, making a difference, precious & few, smucking BRILLIANT!, stephen king, stirring of the soul, tales of my sanity have been greatly exaggerated on November 11, 2008 by whyvonne

 

totally unauthorized photo of steve and...that other author
totally unauthorized photo of steve and…that other author

so, simon and schuster/scribner graciously pre-released a big batch o’ king’s latest book last thursday, and, in cooperation with the odyssey bookshop in south hadley, massachusetts, hosted “a conversation with stephen king and richard russo” at mount holysmoke college. i was fortunate enough to score a ticket when they were released, hence this post. for those of you who weren’t, the new title “just after sunset” is being released to the uh, general public, today. {giggle.}

 
by the time odyssey bookshop owners had read through their list of “thank you’s” and the history of the bookstore, i was up to page 37 or so. “just after sunset” is a collection of short stories spurned on by stephen’s recent experience editing the annual “best american short stories” series in 2006. during the evening he talked about the form, and how he hoped he could rekindle his excitement and proficiency at this particular style of writing. uh, mission accomplished, mr. king.
 
whether you know me or not, or wish to, you still may not know that i am one of stevie’s biggest cockadoodie fans! i have an entire bookshelf in my living room with only His books adorning the shelves. these include the hardcover and paperback editions, and a few duplicates for some God-knows-why reason.
some of his expressions and exclamations have made their way into my everyday language {i.e.: jesus krispies!, fuck me freddy, christ-in-a-sidecar, and do the day, and let the day do you!}. i have everything he’s ever written, including some audiobooks, and mostly everything that’s ever been written about him. to me, his biggest appeal is that he carries you right into the story, crafting characters that are so familiar, likeable or not, that you recognize them as people you already know. then he introduces a bizarre element, something you normally couldn’t even fathom, but since he’s already reeled you in…you just accept it, and read on. the horror genre is not all about monsters and boogeymen; sometimes it encompasses the horror of the mind that grips your very soul and can be just as paralytically terrifying as being stalked by a rabid dog on a hot summer day.
…in no particular order, the high-est-lights of the evening, IMHO, were as follows:
  • handing my literary hero my $160 monteverde fountain pen, {when i removed the cap, there was a resounding CLICK! in the auditorium, stevie’s security guy standing behind him raised one eyebrow, then probably realized i didn’t look like much of a threat}, and somehow stammering “i am a calligrapher. would you use my pen?” i had something else exceptionally brilliant to follow that, but instead morphed into a 12 year-old girl needing to buy a vowel. i exited left as gracefully as i could, being herded along by the rest of the crowd, happy in the knowledge that He is the only other person to ever use that pen, except yours truly. {giggle.}
  • the announcement of the benefactor of a portion of ticket sales, the food bank of western massachusetts, {more introductions here} ~ and the bookstore owners bringing out a comically large check in the amount of $18,565.00 !
  • king, commenting on dead zone: “when mccain picked palin as his running mate, tabitha and i looked at each other and said ‘that’s greg stillson in a skirt!’ “
  • king, answering a question about his books-turned-movies: commenting on the new verizon commercial, where the two dead-looking twins get off the elevator, a-la-the shining, and say “it’s a dead zone here.” and how horrifying that kind of stuff is to him.
  • when asked by moderator joe donahue {host of “the roundtable” on WAMC, 90.3 FM}, “what’s your favorite curse word, and why?”…steve did a spot-on imitation of kathy bates as annie wilkes in “misery“: “he didn’t get out of that COCKADOODIE CARRRR!” …then expounded a little on expressions that cracked him up as a kid: “i wouldn’t give a tin shit!” and “shit or go blind.” …much laughter here. fellow author richard russo deferred answering first, so he could compose himself…and went on to tell a tale of how the “c” word is used commonly in england, much like “bitch” is here. how he called his daughter recently, who works in a family-owned frame shop in london, and her use of the word over the telephone. his kneejerk reaction: shock. then, chuckling, “i am so proud of her!” …thunderous applause.
  • stephen king discussing “on writing“, and the Q & A session at the conclusion of the discussion.

 this girl left with a huge shit-eatin grin on her face, and in her very heart.

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

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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.

 

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…

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YOU KNOW YOU’RE A NURSE WHEN…

  • 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.

generations of valor

Posted in grateful, heartache, humble and grateful, love, making a difference, selflessness, stirring of the soul, survivors, Uncategorized on January 30, 2008 by whyvonne

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this heartwarming photo courtesy of baby brother ed via e-mail today.
thank you, darlin’…
this picture speaks volumes about loyalty, commitment and brotherhood, selflessness and honor…

focused

Posted in art, carpe diem!, changes, crazy unadulterated bullshit, fambly and friends, grateful, humble and grateful, inner peace, love, making a difference, nurturing, offspring, stirring of the soul, trust on January 12, 2008 by whyvonne
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for all the crazy unadulterated bullshit that fell on my shoulders this past year, there is a wealth of goodness, beauty and grace that i have been blessed with, and feel compelled to acknowledge…

  • no-less-than-amazing offspring, pursuing their dreams, nurturing their families
  • the long-distance love of family
  • being privileged to work with the most ill of patients; so bittersweet…
  • a gentle prodding back towards my creative self
  • a fat lazy yellow lab named JACK, who believes that all food was placed on this earth solely for his eating pleasure
  • sunshine; the promise of a new day…the stars, another promise
  • old and new/renewed friendships and new experiences
  • new contractors {the “Christian Soldiers”}
  • music, music, music
  • wonderful food and drink
  • the beautiful freedom of riding on the back of a motorbike sans helmet, the wind whipping my hair about
  • Dr. Frasier Crane  🙂

    …undoubtedly i could go on and on. there are so many people out there, friends and even strangers, who have touched me in some way over the past year – with humor, friendship, love, a tender word, a helping hand.

  • …or allowing me to help you, for those who know me understand that this is an integral part of herself……i am so very grateful…and now you are part of the intricate weaving that is the process of me.