It’s been a rough sort of week so it makes it really difficult for me to get blog post ideas. So just so random things that have happened.

Yesterday my nephew would have been 14. I worked and our break room is right by the old NICU. It seems like yesterday. I left the burn unit after that and went to women’s health. Yesterday, I had a patient tell her friend who was having upcoming surgery if I wasn’t working she wasn’t getting the best nurse. That was really nice.

It was wise to drag Brian out cake hunting before letting him eat lunch. We had lunch on the hill that day and had dynamite sandwiches. Most of the places are closed on Sunday but we found a great pizza place and yet no one even ordered pizza. Leave it to the moles.

Art camp this week is duck tape. Well it turns out it’s fashion camp so Allyson was totally bored yesterday and predicts today will be no better. She says she can’t wait to start school next week.

We are going caking when I pick her up this afternoon. I become just a little obsessive when I get something like that in my head. We still need to go bike riding but it is going to be way too hot this afternoon. Maybe by 7 we can run up to Meramec trail. That is close to our house but no cakes. See I am obsessed.

My work schedule is all different too. I never work Mondays and always work Tuesdays but I worked yesterday and am off today. I can see the reason now why and it’s all related to the hard week! And that is code for don’t ask don’t tell!

The bike from my dad is really nice and it switches gears. I rode it around the circle in front of my house so he could get the seat the right height. Of course I almost crashed into Brian’s truck. When he got out of the pool and seen the bike he started complaining there was no room in the garage. I told him to sell his giant truck that he had to cut a hole in the drywall to get it to fit in the garage. He didn’t appreciate that. I found out from Allyson when I went to the grocery store she conned him into riding with her. He barely made it down or hill and up then the next when he had to turn around because he was tired. This coming from him who constantly told me my butt shouldn’t hurt, he rode his bike for hours as a kid without a problem. I think he may have figured out this evening that he is not 8 years old and riding a bike at almost 48 is a whole different ball of yarn. Allyson is determined we are riding somewhere tomorrow. I would like to walk and do PiYo as well. Now that is a little extreme in the exercise department. I have lost my mind.