Bittersweet Reprieve

Today is my last day of work at Children's Hosptials and Clinics of Minnesota in St. Paul. I am sad to be leaving this unit. It has wonderful people and an amazing layout (private rooms, ahhhh...). I am forever indebted to this unit for its patience and kindness to me in training me up as a brand spankin' new RN right out of the college chute. I cannot tell you how much I appreciated not being "eaten" by my fellow, wiser nurses. I gleaned from the wisdom of those around me and hope that I have proven that I can be competent and skilled. I wish that I could extend a hand and continue working here while I chase other new adventures. Better yet, I wish I could just transport the unit into the Air Force, but alas, wishes do not often come true. Therefore, my launch into a new adventure is met with a bittersweet reprieve. A embarrasingly large display of thanks to all who have invested in me and believed in my talent as a nurse.

The Battle of the Cookie

Christmas cookies have now become my worst enemy. If I had a hit list (maybe I do, maybe I don't), Christmas delights would be smack dab at the top. Yes, ladies and gentleman, I am speaking of those crunchy (or soft...which ever you prefer) morsels that melt in your mouth, linger on your tastebuds, and plan, old-fashioned tantilize your tummy so that you feel that there is a party going on in your mouth. Last year, I made many a treat to give your belly a hiccup, but this year my wonderful Father has declared that, "We don't need all those treats!" But I just don't know if I can do it...I like sweets. I admit it, I have an incurable and unprofessional desire to succumb to the wrath of my sweet tooth. Any support would be greatly appreciated. I think I may need a sponsor...