a blog for blogs sake

Its the same old, same old.
Nothing much to report.
I visit my 2 week old nephew tomorrow, so im looking forward to that.
So my blog friends,
I am alive and well.
Maybe next time i will have an exciting story to tell.
Take care all.....

LITTLE MAX AND I

Welcome to the world little Max. Born 10/4/2006 @0830hrs weighing 8lb2.
Im chuffed.
Here i am delicately nursing my little nephew.....
Isnt he cute! its a bit hard to see, but he is gorgeous.

A KEY TO SUCCESS?????

I have taken the plunge AGAIN and purchased this book that was reccommended to me.
It has a 90% success rate to rid youself of addictive nicotine FOREVER.
I have read the introduction and is sounds really easy to follow. One quote that i like is: "Everey smoker wants to quit and every smoker can find it easy and enjoyable to quit. It's only FEAR that prevents smokers from trying to quit. The greatest gain is to be rid of that fear." All will be revealed in the completion of this book.
I will keep you all posted if this is a key to success!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

My efforts are being recognised!

check out the bear!

I recieved this signature bear and a lovely engraved silver pen for my efforts with completeing and now practicing medication administration.
Im even going in the hospitals newsletter! so a few pictures were taken of me and my fellow collegue. We are the only 2 division 2 nurses(SEN'S) in our organisation that are giving out medications, EVER! This is ground breaking stuff.
An afternoon tea was supplied for us with an abundance of congratulations and well done's.
My work place really looks after me. I have recieved a few vouchers, presents and flowers over the 5 years i have been working on the ward. It really makes my job worth while. I even got a nice back pay since december. And a $30 myer voucher for giving a helping hand when there are medical students on the ward.
Im feeling like im on a pedistool. "Look at moie, look at moie, look at moie." hehe

A Dog Called SEX

Usually everyone who has a dog calls him Rover or something like that.
I called my dog "Sex".

Sex could possibly be a very embarrassing name for a dog, but I never realized how embarrassing, until one day I took Sex for a walk and he ran away from me.
I spent hours looking for him.
A police officer came along and asked me what I was doing in the alley at 4 o'clock in the morning.
I said I was looking for Sex.
My court case comes up next Thursday.

One day I went to City Hall to get a license for Sex. The clerk asked me what I wanted; I told him I wanted a license for Sex.He said "I would like to have one too!"

When I said "But this is a dog."He said he didn't care at all about looks - just wanted details.

Then I said, "You don't understand. I've had Sex since I was two years old."He replied, "You must have been a strong boy."

When I decided to get married, I told the minister that I wanted to have Sex at the wedding.
He told me to wait until after the wedding.

I said "But Sex has played a big part in my life and my whole lifestyle revolves around Sex."
He said he did not want to hear about my personal life and would not marry us in a church.

I told him everyone coming to the wedding would enjoy having Sex there.
The next day the Justice of the Peace married us.

My family is barred from the church.

My wife and I took the dog along with us on the honeymoon.
When I checked into the motel I told the clerk that I wanted a room for my wife and myself and a special room for Sex.

The clerk said that every room in the motel is for Sex.Then I said, "You don't understand. Sex keeps me awake at night."The clerk said, "Me too."

One day I told my friend that I had Sex on TV.
He said "Show off!"

I told him it was a contest, and he told me I should have sold tickets.When my wife and I separated we went to court to fight for custody of the dog.

I said, "Your Honor, I had Sex before I was married."

The Judge said, "Me too.". When I told him that after I was married Sex had left me, he said "Me too."

Well now I've been thrown in jail, been married, divorced and had more trouble with that dog than I ever gambled for. Why just the other day when I went for my first visit with the psychiatrist and she asked me "What seems to be the trouble?"

I replied, "Well, Sex has died and left my life. It's like losing a best friend and it's so lonely."

The doctor said, "Look Mister, you and I both know that sex isn't man's best friend. Why not get yourself a dog?"

Pretty funny hey?