revisiting the past

Next week is my 15 year high school reunion.  I decided a while ago that I would not be attending.  I really don't see the point.  Does that make me ultra-cynical?  I talk to everyone I want to talk to from high-school...  no offense but I really don't care what everyone else is up to.  I have nothing to prove, and I'm quite a few pounds heavier, have a few wrinkles, a few grey hairs... nothing in particular that I want to show off!

Christmas is coming, and we have decided to get the girls snowboard lessons for Christmas this year.  And I'm thinking its about time I got back on the slopes myself.  Thinking of this has brought back many memories, which is what reminded me of my looming reunion. 

I used to ski... practically 2-3 times a week.  Growing up back east, we had an after school ski program, so I would go every Tuesday evening, plus the weekends.  Its just what we did.  In fact its how I met my high school boyfriend... but that's a story for a different day.

Anyway, I used to ski, A LOT, and I wasn't too bad.  Till I lost my confidence.  One winter while home visiting from college, my youngest bro and I decided to head up to Sunday River (a resort in Maine), to visit some friends who had a condo up there, and to do some skiing of course.  On this day, I was coming around an icy hair-pinned turn when my edges caught some ice, and I went flying off of a 10 ft ravine and landed right on top of a snow making machine.  It was truly a miracle that no bones were broken.  I had about 20 people staring down at me from the trail yelling, "don't move!".  When I finally did move,  OUCH!  I remember driving home that day was the most painful drive of my life.  I was covered in black and blue for weeks, amazed that I wasn't a quadrapalegic. 

I attempted to ski after that, but it just wasn't the same.  My confidence was gone, I was shaky and too cautious.  Finally, I gave up .  It helped to move to the west coast where it was "out of sight, out of mind".  But, now having lived in the reno/tahoe area for over 10 years, I think its time to hit the slopes.  But, I think I'm going to try snow boarding instead.  Hope I'm not too old to make a fool out of my self!

Long Weeks

I just wrapped up a 96hr pay period...  to give you an idea, a regular pay period has 72 hrs.  All of these hours being between 7pm and 7am... I'm beat, but hopefully rich come payday, or at least caught up on bills. 

I pronounced my first death last week.  Kinda weird...  To be the official word that someone is dead (along with another RN)...  To be the name on the document.  My biggest fear is to say someone is dead, and then whoops, they really aren't. 

My little man is getting so BIG!

 Buddy, 10lbs on the way home, about 8 months ago (8weeks old).

Buddy today, probably 60+lbs (10 months old)

I love this man.  He is the most excited to see me when I get home.  He never whines at me when I tell him no.  He's never pulled an attitude with me or rolled his eyes at me.  He is ALWAYS up for snuggling, or wrestling.  And he's just plain cute!  Oh, but he does pack a mean fart.


A couple of weeks ago, on my way out of work, I grabbed my lunch bag (a plastic walmart bag) out of the fridge.  When I got home, I come to find out that this is not MY lunch at all.  Yes, the plastic container was exactly the same, but the contents were very different.  This was packed full of fresh lasagna.  I had a wilted salad that had been sitting un-eaten the last three nights.  Whoops.  I panicked.  I quickly dumped the whole thing in the garbage.  Why?  I think it was to destroy any evidence of my theft, but I'm really not sure.  Still feeling guilty though about stealing someones lunch, maybe I should post an apology along with my confession in the break room.

Just got home from parent-teacher conferences.  I never remember 4th grade being so hard-core.  I find it interesting that school seems harder these days, more demanding, yet we seem to be pumping out more and more losers from high school.   

Siblings

I recently took the girls to NH for a quick trip to see the fam.  In a rare occurrence, all 3 of us siblings were around at the same time.  Here are some highlights.

This picture here is a perfect sum up of my relationship with my brothers.  I've got some sort of problem/issue, Scott's trying really hard to fix it, and Geoff is laughing at both of us because we are ridiculous. 
Real story?  My niece got melted marshmallow in my hair and Scott is trying to pick it out.

As Jay puts it.... "His 2 favorite Honkey's".  Here we are, celebrating Brooklynn's 4th birthday, cowboy style.







Mom and Pop Sylvester:)

All 6 cousinettes... most of them happy!

 Scott and his big stick... used to poke the fire... All.  Night.  Long.

Daddy and his wine

Karen's turn with the wine...

 The boys taking a shot.  I didn't partake in this, but did choke down about 1/4 of a cigar.

The most awesome fire ever built.

Auntie Karen, Belle, Gwen and Brook.

















I miss you all already... and Jen, I don't know how you got away with not being in ANY photos! 

Did you hear the one about...

The guy who was video-taping people in the bathroom at my work?

Yeah, gross!  Here's the nitty-gritty...
Someone was sitting on the pot and heard a beeping sound.  They looked over to the right, and low and behold, a video camera, propped up under the sink, pointed at the toilet.  I guess Mr. Peeping Tom forgot to charge his camera!  It was some dude from the kitchen, who is no longer employed.  And, it was on the 1st floor... luckily I work on the 3rd floor, and don't ever venture downstairs to do my business.

I'm ba-ack

So, its been at least 2 years since I shut down my last blog. I needed a break, and lets face it, facebook killed blogspot. But, since I killed my facebook account as well, and I am done with nursing school, well, I'm bored.

Now that I am officially an RN... that's right, Real Nurse, I'm hoping to get back to my Real Life.

So, what does Real Life entail? I totally forgot. I've been a student for so long, I think I forgot how to not-be-a-student.
I started with TV. I am totally obsessed with Sons of Anarchy. I am so not a biker chick, but I like to live vicariously. I started at season 1, pilot. I am now on season 3... thanks to my iPhone and slow nights at work.
And now blogging... I kinda forgot how to do that as well... so we will see how it progresses.
I'm hoping real life, non virtual encounters with friends will come next... I feel a poll coming on...