Thanksgiving

Yesterday morning little mister came in while I was doing my makeup and asked me: Liz, do you want to help me make a gingerbread house? He was so excited that how could I resist? Little mister is, how do you say, very particular about things, but he told me as I was frosting the little roof: Make sure you stay in the lines, but it's okay if you don't. 

Photo cred: Le Fiancé. 

For lunch he pulled out a lunchable and said, "Liz, do you love pizza?" "I do love pizza." "Do you want me to make you one?" You better believe he sat right down and made me a little pizza. 

See, the thing about this particular 5-year-old is that he is so open to inviting me to participate in the fun things going on in his life. He doesn't care as much what we're doing. He only cares that we're doing it together. I never realized when I met this little guy how much he would teach me about generosity and thoughtfulness. The ways he would inspire me to be less selfish, more giving, more inclusive and more open to the love of my Heavenly Father.  I have a lot to be grateful for indeed.  

Photo cred: Little Mister. 

Friday. (I Know It's Saturday)

So this song just came up on my shuffle and you better believe I turned it up and sang along like I always do. 

I love this song unironically. As noted in this post here http://fourseasonsandtworoadtrips.blogspot.com/2011/07/sure-put-my-new-white-nikes-to-test.html?m=1

Spandex!

I'm pretty sure this is the first time I've worn workout clothes since ye old surgery. #RockingBody

And then there's the alarm situation during night shift weeks.

Notice the bedtime at the top of the screenshot. 💤💤💤

The reason I love having time off

Going from this: 

To this:

Although in reality it ends up as this:

I can dig it. 

Mixed Feelings, You Know?

Half Reece's and half Butterfinger?Theoretically delicious. I, however, remain undecided regarding the texture situation. 

Who Knew I'd Be So Happy To Stationary Bike For Ten Minutes Straight?

It sure has been awhile, but man I love the bike. #RockingBody

Gelato

Sometimes on Sunday morning you just have to polish off an entire pint of lavender honey gelato while driving home from Park City.

And yes, my nails are painted some sort of neon tangerine color.

A crazy song for Thursday

I'm not sure what exactly reminded me of this song I loved circa 2004. But I was thinking about the line that talks about brandishing. We don't ever talk about brandishing anything but weapons, but I think the word should somehow be applied to those who flaunt their authority, those who brandish, if you will, their power and thus use it as a weapon. See, that could totally work. And no, this post is not directed to a certain specific authority figure I spent 40 minutes talking to Kate about yesterday. No way, Jose.

You Know You're a Nurse When (part 23)

You have dreams about placing central lines. Like literally as you're sleeping you're dreaming about dropping a subclavian in trauma B or whatever.