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21st Century Lesbian Trailer Trash

These are the mad musings of a middle aged woman, dyke, nurse, poet. I have a dog, a cat, a mobile home, and delusions of grandeur.

Location: California, United States

Friday, April 14, 2006

24 Hours

Picture this. It's 1:00 a.m. in LaLa Land. Fifty-something NursePam is jumping up and down in front of the television in her bedroom screaming "Go Sonador! Sonador! Sonador! Go Sonador!"

The dog is barking like an idiot and I fall to the ground bawling like a baby when the horse does the impossible, winning the Breeder's Cup after healing from a broken leg.

One of my nurses had insisted I watch Dreamer and brought her daughter's copy in for me to watch. I turned it on somewhere around 11 p.m. last night thinking I could fall asleep watching it. Within minutes I was completely sucked in.

Are you kidding? Kurt Russell and Kris Kristofferson? It was an aging hippie's wet dream. And anyone who can resist Dakota Fanning has a stone where her heart should be.

Needless to say I arrived at work tired but feeling curiously fulfilled.

My boss gave me a fake kitten that breathes and purrs and has a little pink nose and teensy pink paw pads. She must be going through her annual "Pam might quit so I'll be nice to her Phase."

A friend gave me a stuffed yellow duck with bunny ears sitting on a box of chocolate bunnies.

The amount of work I completed today: close to none.

I had dinner at the Roadhouse with a friend. We ate ceasar salad with mesquite grilled salmon and potato skins with chicken and cheese. She had ice water and I had the cheap house chardonnay.

On the way home I stopped for a Starbucks decaf mocha with soy milk.

At the moment I am impossibly stuffed. So much for all of those salads I planned on as penance for my excesses earlier in the week.

Since my box of coffee samples did not yet arrive, I will be drinking Starbucks Papua New Guinea Estate coffee tomorrow morning. What a sweet dream.

Kinja, the weblog guide


Blogger Mocha said...

Starbucks on the brain whilst you're sleeping? That's a sweet wet dream.

How could you fail to say THAT?

;-) Sounds like a fab day to me. Purring kitty and all.

5:24 PM PDT  
Blogger NursePam said...

*hee hee*

Did your mom ever tell you that you're a little bit of a bad grrl?

9:27 PM PDT  

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