Monday's Random Musings

Mrs. Nurse Boy here.

I know you have been waiting all weekend for some random thoughts. You are in luck! It is Monday, so that's all I am able to muster up.

Random. Thoughts.

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I am obsessed with my bed linens. I love fresh, new, clean linens and comforters. Not to mention pillows. Every year I get the itch to replace our bedding. Just last week I bought a new comforter set. Nurse Boy hasn't noticed that this obsession is somewhat abnormal. Until this year. He is on to me. I just MIGHT have to make my bedding last longer. Sigh...
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Nurse Boy is going on a missions trip to New Orleans in the very near future. I am so excited for him. He has always had a strong interest in missions, but I never felt the timing or finances were right. Well, I realized (with a little prodding from above) that they never are. So, he is going. He will be missed. He is going to be building houses and I am going to be holding down the fort by myself. I am praying that I can be super supportive. Not jealous. Not that I want to build houses, mind you. I just want to go to the bathroom alone. For once. Sometime in the near future. And, maybe, squeeze in a long, hot shower. Shaving my legs would be heavenly. Oh, wait. This isn't suppose to be about me, is it? THAT is what I need to work on. I think in some ways this missions trip is more for me than Nurse Boy.
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Nurse Boy has tightened up our budget in preparation for the missions trip. How come it makes me want to spend money even more? Those clearance racks are calling out my name...
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Nurse Boy and I are still doing our daily workouts on the treadmill. We still hate those 30 minutes of our day. Yeah, yeah...we know it's good for us. That is the only reason why we are keeping it up.
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After my workout, I can have a cookie or 5...right? I know, I know. I'll grab an apple. Just a thought...
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I just found out that they pump oxygen into the casinos in Vegas. That is apparently what keeps people awake, refreshed, and excited enough to lose lots of their own hard earned money. This gave me an idea. What if I invented an alarm clock that shot out oxygen at the same time the alarm sounded? Would I be able to jump out of bed, ready to take on the day...and my three grumpy children. Is there enough oxygen for that? I sure hope so... Not to mention, this idea could just make us millions. Then I could hire a nanny. Just for the morning routine, of course ;0)

Thanks for reading. I am off to the dreaded treadmill. Maybe I just need an oxygen mask to make the workout more refreshing...