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10 Signs You’re Being Raised by a Nurse

It could be seen as a cheater blog except that her article really spoke to me. I laughed and I had tears in my eyes so I think she nailed it.

My mother was a nurse so I was raised in this fashion. Then I became a nurse and raised two children. Heck for me not even full out blood sent you for stitches. As an operating room nurse I carry a few outdated OR surplus supplies so can provide emergency care in the field. I always said though that I didn’t have x-ray eyes and so if the kid thought it was broken we went and usually it turned out it was broken! 

 The only one of her ten items that didn’t apply to our household was staying away until the nurse had showered in scalding hot water. I have the “privilege” of wearing scrubs so always come home feeling like I left my work germs for someone else to wash. I have been known to have a shower at work after a particularly “icky” case.

I had one child who could handle the medical talk while the other one was quite disgusted by it. My brother can’t even handle the smell of the hospital let alone stories that come home from there! If the vet had to come out to do something for our dairy cattle both he and my father left the barn and I became the second pair of hands which was just all right with me. No surprise I ended up where I did. 

 I have taken a lot of food to work over the years for potlucks which was noted in her entry as “bring a dish” party. I had forgotten that the word potluck isn’t universally used. My family were often annoyed that I made some amazing baking or an entree that they didn’t get to taste! I always said I would bring leftovers home but the work lounge must have some kind of underground network as every doctor, resident and med students show up when the nurses have cooked. The paper plates and cutlery that she mentioned — those are always brought by the same people. The ones who are too busy to cook. 

 As a child I never appreciated the fact that my mom worked all night but stayed up when she got home to make breakfast and see us off to school.

 As a parent I missed a few key events but I also raised independent children as they learned to share at day care and later learned to cook supper with the note left on the counter providing instructions. They grew up knowing that my phone might ring in the middle of the night even if I wasn’t on call and dad would “have to do” because mom was helping to save someone’s life. I wouldn’t change a thing which is why her words resonated with me. It’s not a 9 to 5 job but a profession where your actions, at home and at work, speak louder than a paycheck. 


Post script — the one that she missed? The cupboard full of cleaning supplies which are really surplus clean supplies that can’t be reused! People covet our awesome cloths and wipes for dog diarrhea or sheets for covering the floor when painting. I will have to stock up before I retire! 


There are lots of nurses in my family, including my mother, who has been a nursery nurse for almost 40 years. So I know a thing or two about being raised by a nurse…

Britta-Perry Seriously?!?

You have to be bleeding to death or unconscious to go to the emergency room. When my dad started complaining of chest pain in the middle of the night and said he wanted to go to the ER, my mom warned him that it better not be his gallbladder. Halfway to the ER, she made him go back home so she could get her scrubs… you know, ’cause she worked the next day :/  Needless to say, it was not his gallbladder. You guessed it, he was having a heart attack.  I’m so glad he’s still around to not let her live that one down…Oh, and she didn’t notify any of her kids until the next morning, because “he…

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Posted in 1918 Eatons' House, Projects

Two steps back 

The progress on painting the tin ceiling seems to have come to a screeching halt much to my dismay. 

There are areas of the T-bar that need to be painted which aren’t accessible by a paintbrush. These are spots where the tin had to vent be bent up or where the tin doesn’t quite lay flat despite Ron’s  several attempts to make it do so. Insert exhibit A. 

So I stopped at Rona and bought a can of brown spray paint. And then in a supremely rookie move I started spraying on the ceiling without first testing that the color was close enough. That was a huge DAH moment. Insert exhibit B. 

One evening I got out the left over tin pieces to do test patches of the metallic paint. Remember the part where we been working on that project for a while? The metallic paint was bought several years ago. So I shook it. Then I couldn’t get the lid off so I gave it to Ron. He squeezed while turning and the paint came out of the bottom of the plastic! It was just a small mess there. Insert exhibit C. 

I bought this discontinued paint quite sometime ago. I bought as much of it as was available  but Ron’s math skills reveal we don’t have enough. So the plan there is to buy a similar color and mix the batches together ahead of time to make it look like our test patch from several years ago. Insert Exhibit D.

But undeterred with the leaking painted I still wanted to do a test patch. But neither of us can remember how I achieved the look on that previous test piece. So I just went for it. Ron likes the effect and I think it’s not dense enough. Insert exhibit E. 

So feeling like winter is drawing to an end and wanting to make some progress on something I encouraged Ron to hang a newly framed painting. Insert exhibit F and a happy face! 

So now it’s off to find paint and another weekend day to work on the ceiling. 


Posted in haikus, Random ramblings

Long Exposure 

It feels like months since I’ve seen the aurora borealis and I’ve missed them. I grew up watching them and have always been fascinated. 

I have a few haikus about them from the last year but I have no photos to accompany the post. I don’t understand our camera well enough to master the exposures required. It is a goal of mine when I retire to learn. 

They dance through the sky
Aurora borealis
Welcome back my friends

Inuit legend says they are the ancestors come to reconnect. I’ve seen them dance many times and in several colours  but have never heard them crack and whip as they are known to do. 

Northern lights bookcase 
Late night and early morning 
Fav phenomena 

I have been known to sit up way too late watching them. I’ve sat outside shivering just to feel closer to them but I’m also lucky enough to have several windows in our house that they can be seen from. 

Last nights brilliant moon 
Pales to incredible intense
Show of northern lights 

Marvels of nature 
Compete against human stage 
Sometimes we forgot 

Unfold in the sky
total delight to the eye 
Fav phenomenon
Posted in Random ramblings

Farming Trends  

I am quite new to tweeting and haven’t really figured out how to follow trends and have only mastered basic replies. So the intricacies of the original discussion was lost on me and I only found the article via Facebook.

I felt it was worth sharing and it sparked some comments on my feed. As a farmer’s daughter and a rancher’s sister I stand firmly on the supporting side of these hard working men and women. It’s hard and demanding and the outcome is always tied to the weather. They work diligently to produce quality food but in the last few years seem to be getting a bad rap because of GMO’s and BSE, to name a couple of issues. 

It’s interesting to note seeds have been modified since people realized that they could! The original carrot was not orange but modified this way to increase the vitamin uptake in it.  Seager Wheeler and Les Kerr were two local horticulturists inSaskatchewan who over years modified many things like flowers, shrubs and wheat. GMO’s do the same thing only faster and within a lab not in a field.  Peaches and cream corn is a perfect example — it didn’t just happen that way but someone worked with two strains to marry them together. Many people who have opinions about GMO products are unaware of all the facts and look for an easy scapegoat. 

In Theo Fleury’s reply he was also linking GMO products to autism. His numbers quoted as every second child in the Western Hemisphere seem high. The consensus on my Facebook feeds was that people are so desperate to blame higher autism rates on something that they are grasping at straws. Perhaps these  higher autism rates are largely based on a better diagnosis and a wider definition of what autism. Which brings us a long way from blaming it on the farmer with his chemicals or the rancher with the antibiotics. 

But this goes to show how quickly an article and its threads can go in different tangents. There are about 65 comments on Sarah’s original blog and they cover a broad spectrum of diverse thoughts. 

I have since followed the corresponding replies, the blocking and unblocking on Twitter and the subsequent conversation between Theo and Sarah. In the end they are both passionate about what they do but have agreed that they don’t see things eye to eye. If time permits he will stop in for a farm tour to educate himself further and that’s something I encourage all urban dwellers to do if the opportunity presents itself.  Sarah’s blog, which I linked,  had stats about how far away from farming most city dwellers are and it’s true. Advocating for agriculture isn’t something I’ve thought of in those specific terms but it turns out I’m in their corner just maybe not on their Twitter feed. 

Brown milk does not come from a brown cow.