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| This morning I played the role of spectator as one of my worst nightmares played out in the life of someone else. A nurse that was supposed to come on at 11 last night never showed up. When the family was called, the hospital discovered that she had left for work at 10:30. Frantic calls began as the search began for the "missing nurse". As an immigrant from India, her close nit family and friends looked together--searching the parking garages to make sure she had not been abducted after arriving and searching the roads in case of an accident. Somewhere between 2:30 and 3:00 this morning, one of the men noticed a bumper sticking out underneath an overpass on her route to work. As it turns out, the nurse must have somehow flipped over the overpass during the storm on her way to work. Both she and her unborn baby were dead. I never had the pleasure of meeting this nurse as she worked on another floor, but several of my coworkers were very close to her and are crushed at the loss of her life and the son she was due to deliver in August. I felt like an intruder in the face of such pain that I could not share or relieve. Events like this remind me how fragile life is and how everything can change in the blink of an eye.
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| Do you remember the part in "Sleepless in Seattle" where Meg Ryan's wedding dress rips and she says, "It's a sign" even though she doesn't believe in signs? I had a similar experience on Sunday morning when I was making my breakfast. I am not one of those people who sees hidden messages everywhere, but this threw me for a loop. I had a small bowl of cereal when I woke up, and then I went to make some scrambled eggs later before church. I picked out two eggs from my carton of a dozen Eggland's Best eggs. I like to make the empty spaces somewhat symmetrical in the carton, so I picked one egg from the bottom row of the left side and one from the bottom row of the right side. I cracked the first one, and to my surprise there were two yolks! I found this rather exciting because I had never had that happen before. Well, I didn't want three yolks in my eggs, cholesterol you know, so I scooped one out with part of the shell and threw it out. Then I cracked the second egg, and two more yolks came out, joined like two cookies that were too close on the baking sheet. I was completely confounded. I ran to the bathroom where Chris was in the shower to recount my story. He didn't find it as astounding as I did, but simply commented, "Maybe that means you're going to have twins." I suppose he was just joking, but I haven't been able to get it out of my head since. Could it just be a coincidence? How likely is it that I would have two eggs in the same carton that had two yolks and that I would just so happen to pick out both of those eggs for my morning breakfast?
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| You know that book, "If you give a mouse a cookie"...something like "he's going to want a glass of milk." Well, there should be one "If you wash your car...it will rain." That's how it worked out for me today.
I went to Baptist Hospital to get my name badge made. It makes me feel very official.
I am used to being an emotional person. If I watch a sad movie--I cry. Today I watched the first movie that had be in almost constant tears for the length of the film. Chris opted not to watch P.S. I Love You because he heard it wasn't any good. But I say if I cried throughout the whole thing, they did something right. Maybe it was too say, but it certainly evoked an emotional response!!! Now I need to go look in the mirror and see how racoonie I look after two hours of constant drizzle.
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| On Sunday afternoon I was walking my dog when I noticed something peculiar. There was a caterpillar crossing the road. It reminded me of all the caterpillars we used to smuggle into class in 1st grade, so I stooped down to look at it and try to get it out of the road. However, I must be a lot more squeamish than I was in elementary school, because I wouldn't just pick it up. I tried to entice the little critter to crawl onto a stick so I could transport it to relative safety in the grass, but no can do. The little guy wanted none of it. Finally I gave up and started walking again. That's when I noticed it. There wasn't just one caterpillar crossing Main Street. Oh no. It was like the march of the caterpillars, or caterpillars on parade as they all traveled from an undisclosed location to the other side of the street. It reminded me of a death march since I saw at least one squished flat (hopefully by a car and not my foot!) and they were easy targets for the robins and other birds of the area. What should have been something beautiful, just made me sad as I thought of how few of those caterpillars would successfully get to the other side without dying, stay alive long enough to eat and make a cocoon, and then eventually emerge a beautiful butterfly (or moth, which is much more likely, but not as exciting). Anyway, those were my thoughts on the unexpected migration I witnessed this weekend. There really is no point to my sharing this, but as this is an online journal, no one can complain about what I decide is worthy to write about!
P.S. I also found one on Chris's tire this afternoon! Stubborn little guy wouldn't get down. I hope he doesn't get squished.
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| Departure day is drawing close, and I am getting more and more excited. I'm liable to start singing "I'm leaving on a jet plane..." at any moment for the next 9 days. And thanks to shingles, I definitely get to see Amy while I'm home. It stinks that she has them, but selfishly I'm glad! Isn't that wretchedly horrible? I am looking forward to Pok-e-joe's BBQ, Round Rock Donuts, River Walk ice cream, Blue Bell, mom's cooking, and of course, seeing family and friends. 
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