Mooselet Musings

I am missing something from my body.  Something a lot of my slightly older peers have, something my husband has.  I don't have it, neither does my brother nor do any of my children.  Chances are your children don't have it either.  Wanna guess what it is'  This:Recognise it'  It's a smallpox vaccine scar.  I was one of the first cohort of children in Boston not to get this vaccination.  It's not because my parents were against vaccination, but rather...

Just watch this space, boys and girls.  You may not agree with me come tomorrow, but I'm making a statement about something near and dear to my heart.  Watch this space...And yes, I've disabled comments just for this post.  Be patient.

In preparation for the new job going to 5 days a week from February, I decided I needed to find ways to make more time in my schedule.  Since I haven't been able to convince The Hermit of the need to contract out the cooking and cleaning, I started looking for other ways.  I started with online shopping.Now we've all done online shopping at one time or another.  OK maybe your great-aunt Mabel hasn't but that's only because she still has an AOL email address that she uses to send...

Summer is back with a vengence.  Just a week or so ago it was cool enough at night to need a light jumper or scarf across the shoulders.  And now I'm sweating just breathing.  Luckily I found something to make the nights a little more tolerable:This could be the start of a beautiful relationship.

On the weekend I went to a lovely wedding of my good friend Megs (pronounced 'Mee-gs' - long 'e' there).  The bride was absolutely gorgeous, I went with a group of co-workers from the chemo unit who are also good friends and lots of fun and I drank way more than I should have.  It was a fantastic night, as evidenced by this photo:Now what do you see when you look at this picture' You see Yours Truly there on the left, followed by Nessie, Megs and Megs' sister who was the bridesmaid...

Stop flooding my blog with your shit. If that's how you think to earn a living you are deluded. Now piss off.Love,MooseletI'm now going to divert myself - and by extension you - for a few moments with the only type of spam that should be allowed:

Let's face it - as a woman when you cross that magical line of 40 you enter a different world.  Sure you don't want to admit it but:your fertility, which since age 35 was plunging like Wall Street, now goes into asystoleyou are closer to menopause than away from ityour boobs are losing their fight against gravityyou get called "ma'am" way more than you did when you were 30Duran Duran have been around over 30 years and when the *hell* did that happen'?and this happens:And if you find you...

So the new job is taking more out of me than I'd hoped.  While it's not as physically tiring as my old job, there has been a lot to get my head around.  It was in the course of writing - or rather trying to write - a letter to apply to keep the job permanent that I came to the sad realization that my creative well is rather dry.  And it is because of that creative drought that I'm avoiding my blog.  Well that and the 3 kids still at home who keep me incredibly busy when I'm...

So I suddenly got very busy after I got back from holidays last month.  I hinted that I would have news on the job front, and the news is good.From tomorrow I begin a 3 month secondment over in Medical Oncology Clinical Research Trials as a Clinical Nurse Coordinator at the Large Public Hospital That Employs Me.For those not medically inclined or aren't quite sure what the hell I just said, allow me to break that sentence down.  Medical oncology deals with solid tumours in body...

Yet another good reason for me to be so quiet these past few weeks - I've been on holidays!  I kept thinking it hadn't been so long since I'd last been away, but truth be told it was.  We last took time away when we went back to the States in June/July last year.  9 months... hell I could make a baby in that time.  And since I get 5 weeks vacation time a year - yes US folks, you read that right I get 5 weeks a year - I was well overdue for some time away.So we broke out the...