My Husband "Subvet" says that when our first son "Sonshine" was born the sun rose on our world, when our second son "Gator" was born the sun laughed and when our daughter "Sugars" was born all the flowers bloomed. That says it all.

"Life is not about waiting for the storms to pass...
It's about learning how to dance in the rain."

Your mind is the garden, your
thoughts are the seeds, the harvest can either be flowers or weeds. — William

Thursday, January 24, 2008

Thesaurus Thursday

This is what my hands look like after 48 hours on the unit. I am apparently allergic to either the soap or the alcohol foam. Lovely huh?

Yes, it hurts. Especially when I put lotion, medicine, or warm water on it.

This week has been wild. I've worked the past 5 days, I have tomorrow off and will work nights starting Saturday. During my first 2 weeks I'm scheduled for 100 hours. I tell you this so you'll know not to expect any award-winning posts. After next week my schedule settles down into the 36 hours one week 48 the next rotation.

So, here's the words for this week.



Just in case this is your first time by here on a Thesaurus Thursday, the "rules" of Thesaurus Thursday are as follows:

First and foremost, leave as many funny definitions for either word (or both) as you can think up in the comments!! The ones that make me laugh the hardest will be given the Silly Goose Award.

Next, if you know (or think you know) the true definitions without looking them up then be sure and leave those in the comments too!! All definitions that are correct (or close enough for government work and Mighty Mom) will win the Smarty Pants Award!
Awards will be given out in Saturday's post, so don't forget to come and see if you won!

Let's see if I can get some of these questions answered before I fall asleep...(I'm trying to stay up as long as possible to switch over from days to nights, but I'm exhausted and hubby looks soooo comfy asleep in bed!!)

I will eventually answer them all, but I'm gonna work my way through them in not quite random order. And sorry folks but I'm just too brain dead to make all the hyperlinks. Go to the comments of the question meme post to find links to each of these folks' blogs.

diana said...
two questions...

how's the job?
how's subvet doing as mr. mom?

well, I just answered the first up there....I love the job. the patients are elderly, mostly women, and have diagnoses of things such as stroke, knee replacements or impaired balance for whatever reason. There's one 95 year old sweetheart that I just adore. She's a ball of fire. My coworkers are great and seem to make up a good team. I've had OTs help me clean poopy beds (with the poopy patient in it) and the CEO answered call lights when everyone else was busy. Not something you find most places. The RN Manager and I had a chat the other day telling all the miracles we've experienced. It's really cool.

Subvet is AWESOME!! I could never leave the kids if I had any doubts about how they were being cared for. I just don't let hardly anyone take care of the kids. He keeps me in the loop about what's gone on during the day and he's handled their illness fantastically. He's spent as much time cleaning up poop/puke as I have at work and never complained once. He's a real trooper. Most of you readers know what the stay-at-home parent goes through. It's not an easy job and Subvet just stepped right in acting like he'd done it all his life. I'm very lucky to have such a great man in my life!

Diane J. said...
Not counting people and pets (that's a given), if your house was on fire and you could only save one thing, what would it be?

my fat butt.

My uncle (and now his son) are firefighters. I've grown up listening to the mantra forget everything and get out. Never, never, never waste time grabbing STUFF, never go back in once you're out.

In 97 my mother lost her house to foreclosure. We moved from a 3/2/2 house to a 2/1 apartment. We got rid of absolutely everything we could bear to part with before the move. Then a week after the move while most things were still in boxes her apartment caught fire. She lost 2/3 of what remained post-move. We learned the hard way that it's all shit. Truly. You may think those pictures are irreplaceable....but who else has pics? Grandparents? Family? Friends? You can't take it with you when you're dead so don't risk dying to take it. Also, pets aren't a given. Honestly. Most animals will run from fire naturally and you'll just die hunting a dog who's waiting 2 streets over. Cats are the exception. They hide, which is worse. They're often found in a closet or under a bed. NOT the place that you need to be in a fire as you could very easily and very quickly become trapped. Now, don't get me wrong. I love my cats. I would be devastated to lose them. But if my house caught fire I'd get my kids out then myself and the rest is up to God.

Pinky said...
Have you ever farted on a plastic chair in a crowded room?
WELL!!! You said we could ask anything!!!

I'm queen of the SBDs and master of "blame the kids" I'm not giving away any trade secrets tonight!!

ma kettle said... (this is PenofJen)
3) Do ~fast~ talking people drive you crazy?

only when I don't get to talk to them for weeks on end.

4) Did you miss me?

OK, that's enough for tonight I'll get to the rest you get to work on those definitions!


Stephanie said...

Welcome to the night life, Sweetie. Nice to have some company! Might be able to check in on quiet ~AHEM!~ controlled nights. (Musn't say the Q word!)

Diane J. said...

My parent's house burned in 1987. We lost everything, including a cat that died of smoke inhalation. We lost all our family pictures, most of which were irreplaceable because nobody else had copies.

Things can be replaced if need be; people can't.

Sorry about your hands. Mine are awful right now, cracking and bleeding, but it's just my normal dry winter skin, not an allergic reaction. Hope it's better soon.

Maffick: A combination of "massive" and "traffic", meaning massive traffic.

Usage: Dallas is famous for its maffick jams.

Prate I know. It means to blather on unceasingly; to chatter in an annoying manner.

Cookie..... said...

Hey MM...My Bad!. I thanked ya fer yur submission in the wrong post....sorry...

ellen b. said...

So sorry about your hand. It really does look sore! I'm praying it gets better quick and you have extra energy to make it sure this first stint of crazy hours before you roll into your regular hours. Blessings...

Ma Kettle said...

Ouch to the hand!

I actually know prate!!

It was a vocabulary word for 4th last chatter and run on, with no direction..idly

Well get sleep and treat the hands....maybe rub olive oil on?

diana said...

100 hours! that's crazy. you must be exhausted. and your poor hand. i hope you can figure out what's causing the reaction and are able to discontinue use of that product.

i don't think i've been anywhere close to knowing any of your weekly words, but this is the closest i've come... i know that prate has something to do with babbling, or talking fast. that may not be it exactly, but close - right?

MammyT said...

Mom, there are 2 things on my herbal posts that might be helpful, but I suggest you look at the post called "The Mighty Tea Tree of Australia" It is on a tab at the top of my page and there is a link in the left-hand sidebar. It will be preventive and healing both. Don't want any bad germs in there! I'll be back later to play TT.

Linda said...

Dang, woman, that looks like it hurts! And nothing like "easing" yourself back into the work force! I knew that nursing shortages were bad but hoky smokes, Bullwinkle - 100 hours???

Now for the words -

"Prate" is obviously what the others have already said, I believe it's some sort of word relation to "prattle".

As for "maffick" ... hmmm ... it's a British word if memory serves and has something to do with celebrating and rejoicing. Only the British could come up with such a stodgy word for PARTY!!!

Penless Thoughts said...

I enjoyed your answers to the questions very much!

MammyT said...

Diane was close, but the real meaning is this: It's about traffic, all right, but it's the muddy, mucky traffic that comes through the house. Foot traffic.
This word is also used to describe the stuff that is on the bottom of the feet - what get's tracked in. Example: "Harley, take your boots off right there! I won't have that maffick tracked all over this rug."
Quite a challenge this week, Mom.

Anonymous said...

So sorry about your hands, friend. I wish I knew what would help. 100 hours!! You are tougher than I!