Random Stuff, pt. 2
Okay, on to good stuff!
I mentioned in my last post that I listen to smooth jazz music as I fall asleep, and I must admit I really enjoy it. I don’t know what it is about my husband, maybe he was told a lot of bedtime stories as a kid, but his favorite thing is documentaries, the sound of a voice droning on sends him right to sleep (how the hell does he stay awake during staff meetings?!) But for me, it’s soothing music, usually with no lyrics, just a piano, guitar, or saxophone gently lulling my brain to stop working and relax. Every time my husband goes on a business trip I turn that jazz back on, and I miss it when he comes back. I guess I’ll get plenty of it in 2017, and though I’d rather have my husband, I admit I look forward to my music.
I love my work uniform. At the job interview I asked what the dress code was, and while they said no to jeans and T-shirts, they agreed that since my job would mainly consist of pee, poop, and puke, I shouldn’t have to tackle that in a dress shirt and nice slacks. One of the people I asked suggested scrubs, and since my mom is a retired nurse, I asked her to give me all her old uniforms. So I walk around in roomy tops that don’t hug my waist or mold to my breasts, and elastic waistband pants that aren’t like a second skin around my hips and thighs, and aren’t designed to advertise to the world exactly how my butt is shaped. And it’s all this thin, breathable material that won’t make me drown in my own sweat during the Texas summers. I even get to wear nurse’s shoes, which is perfect because I’m on my feet nearly the entire day. I tell you, my work uniform has actually made the ‘Pros’ column for why my family may retire right here in Texas, so I can keep this job.
My son has been quite the sweetheart to me since I hurt my back. He’s always offering to get my heating pad, asking if there’s anything else he can do. He even tried to give me a massage. It’s like he’s trying to fill in for my husband, because he knows this is the kind of stuff his dad would do. It’s really sweet to see him trying so hard to fulfill his promise to his dad to take care of his mommy.
Because my son’s teachers suggested we start a new family tradition, something fun that’s just between my son and me, I’ve taken to reading him the Harry Potter books before he goes to sleep, a chapter a night. Not only has it been awesome to visit that universe again, feel warm nostalgia for the stuff I remember and be pleasantly surprised by the details I forgot, it’s wonderful to see the stories coming to life in my son’s eyes. He’s interested, he asks questions, laughs at the jokes, his eyes shift to the side with this look of concentration when I describe something, like he’s trying to form a mental picture of it, and then he tells his father what happened in the latest chapter when they video chat. Every time we finish a book, then we watch the movie, and he swishes and stabs his imaginary wand in the air when the characters do battle. It has been great sharing this with him, and I find myself indebted to Rowling again for writing these wonderful books.
There’s this vendor who sometimes comes on base, and he sells stuff you’d expect to find at a Comic-Con: Harry Potter wands that light up, miniature TARDIS necklaces, plastic replicas of Thor’s hammer, etc. What always attracts me is the Supernatural stuff, but I know deep down I don’t want quite that much memorabilia. Then I thought of my LJ friends, so congratulations milly_gal, jj1564, and dizzojay, you get to be the convenient excuses for why I enjoyed the thrill of splurging on SPN stuff today! Since this will all definitely arrive after Christmas, think of it as a New Year’s gift or something. And if you see one of the other girls receiving something you would have liked, let me know, because the vendor should be coming back again in January.
I mentioned in my last post that I listen to smooth jazz music as I fall asleep, and I must admit I really enjoy it. I don’t know what it is about my husband, maybe he was told a lot of bedtime stories as a kid, but his favorite thing is documentaries, the sound of a voice droning on sends him right to sleep (how the hell does he stay awake during staff meetings?!) But for me, it’s soothing music, usually with no lyrics, just a piano, guitar, or saxophone gently lulling my brain to stop working and relax. Every time my husband goes on a business trip I turn that jazz back on, and I miss it when he comes back. I guess I’ll get plenty of it in 2017, and though I’d rather have my husband, I admit I look forward to my music.
I love my work uniform. At the job interview I asked what the dress code was, and while they said no to jeans and T-shirts, they agreed that since my job would mainly consist of pee, poop, and puke, I shouldn’t have to tackle that in a dress shirt and nice slacks. One of the people I asked suggested scrubs, and since my mom is a retired nurse, I asked her to give me all her old uniforms. So I walk around in roomy tops that don’t hug my waist or mold to my breasts, and elastic waistband pants that aren’t like a second skin around my hips and thighs, and aren’t designed to advertise to the world exactly how my butt is shaped. And it’s all this thin, breathable material that won’t make me drown in my own sweat during the Texas summers. I even get to wear nurse’s shoes, which is perfect because I’m on my feet nearly the entire day. I tell you, my work uniform has actually made the ‘Pros’ column for why my family may retire right here in Texas, so I can keep this job.
My son has been quite the sweetheart to me since I hurt my back. He’s always offering to get my heating pad, asking if there’s anything else he can do. He even tried to give me a massage. It’s like he’s trying to fill in for my husband, because he knows this is the kind of stuff his dad would do. It’s really sweet to see him trying so hard to fulfill his promise to his dad to take care of his mommy.
Because my son’s teachers suggested we start a new family tradition, something fun that’s just between my son and me, I’ve taken to reading him the Harry Potter books before he goes to sleep, a chapter a night. Not only has it been awesome to visit that universe again, feel warm nostalgia for the stuff I remember and be pleasantly surprised by the details I forgot, it’s wonderful to see the stories coming to life in my son’s eyes. He’s interested, he asks questions, laughs at the jokes, his eyes shift to the side with this look of concentration when I describe something, like he’s trying to form a mental picture of it, and then he tells his father what happened in the latest chapter when they video chat. Every time we finish a book, then we watch the movie, and he swishes and stabs his imaginary wand in the air when the characters do battle. It has been great sharing this with him, and I find myself indebted to Rowling again for writing these wonderful books.
There’s this vendor who sometimes comes on base, and he sells stuff you’d expect to find at a Comic-Con: Harry Potter wands that light up, miniature TARDIS necklaces, plastic replicas of Thor’s hammer, etc. What always attracts me is the Supernatural stuff, but I know deep down I don’t want quite that much memorabilia. Then I thought of my LJ friends, so congratulations milly_gal, jj1564, and dizzojay, you get to be the convenient excuses for why I enjoyed the thrill of splurging on SPN stuff today! Since this will all definitely arrive after Christmas, think of it as a New Year’s gift or something. And if you see one of the other girls receiving something you would have liked, let me know, because the vendor should be coming back again in January.