Have y'all heard that song by Rascal Flatts...Sara Beth. It's on right now...so beautiful. Here's the lyrics:
Sara Beth is scared to death
To hear what the doctor will say
She hasn't been well, since the day that she fell
And the bruise it just won't go away
So she sits and she waits with her mother and dad
And flips through an old magazine
Till the nurse with the smile stands at the door
And says will you please come with me
Sara Beth is scared to death
Cause the doctor just told her the news
Between the red cells and white, something's not right
But we're gonna take care of you
Six chances in ten, it won't come back again
With the therapy we're gonna try
It's just been approved, it's the strongest there is
And I think we caught it in time
And Sara Beth closes her eyes.
And she dreams she's dancing
Around and around without any cares
And her very first love is holding her close
And a soft wind is blowing her hair
Sara Beth is scared to death
As she sits holding her mom
Cause it would be a mistake for someone to take
A girl with no hair to the prom
For just this morning, right there on her pillow
Was the cruelest of any surprise
And she cried when she gathered it all in her hands
The proof that she couldn't deny
And Sara Beth closes her eyes
And she dreams she's dancing
Around and around without any cares
And her very first love was holding her close
And a soft wind is blowing her hair
It's quarter to seven, that boy's at the door
And her daddy ushers him in
And when he takes off his cap
They all start to cry
Cause this morning where his hair had been
Softly she touches just skin
And they go dancing, around and around
Without any cares
And her very first true love is holding her close
And for a moment she isn't scared
Touching, isn't it?
I had my niece stay over last night...we watched Santa Claus is Coming to Town and then...what even today I can't believe I watched. Not only can I not believe I watched it, I can't believe anyone even came up with the idea = the first annual Miss Dog Pageant. Yes, that's right....51 female dogs, onefrom each state & the District of Columbia competing to win Miss Dog. They even had an evening gown competition! What's next??? Oh well, my niece loved it...there was even a dog that had her name...Elizabeth Marie as well a dog with her friend's name Morgan. Morgan made it into the finals...lol, go Morgan go. (Are you laughing yet, Julie???)
I love spending time with my niece. It reminds me of how simple life should be....relaxing & playing. No stress, no worries, just fun. I told her last night not to get any bigger...to stay little. She just rolls her eyes at me...lol.
I don't think I mentioned it earlier, but I went to The Olive Garden on Sunday afternoon. While there, the waitress proceeded to drop a glass of water not only on our table, but in my lap. I was soaking wet. On top of that...our food took about 30 minutes to make it to the table. She followed it up with "I'm sorry." That's it..."I'm sorry." I could tell she was somewhat new & I really did not want to get her in any trouble. I know I've made plenty of mistakes at my job...that's all part of the learning process. However, I did contact Olive Garden online with my comments...never thinking anything much would really happen. I have to say though...they actually do read comments. By Wednesday afternoon, I had the general manager calling me on my cell phone apologizing profusely. I also received a letter from corporate as well as a $30 gift card. So as disappointed as I was after my meal on Sunday, I am proud of their efforts after the fact.
I start back to work tomorrow night. I wish I could say I'm looking forward to it...but my thoughts are the same as any day that I have to work.....I hope I get decent patients. It's like playing the lottery everytime I'm at work...you don't have any clue how your night will go. In a way I like that....a crisis could develop at any moment. At the same time, something touching or meaningful can be said or done also. I love the mystery of it all. Hopefully it will be a good week!!
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