I guess you’ve noticed that I’ve lifted the password protection on the blog. I have been getting lots of emails lately with requests for the password and while this may change again in the future, I am ok with changing the access requirements for now. If little Abby decides to ask questions about sex, I will simply direct her to this site. Just kidding, husband.

As far as emails are concerned, I have come to the realization that some of my emails are going into my spam folder. I have no idea why that is, but rest assured, it’s not because I am ignoring you, I just ride the short, yellow bus, and I am little slow on the uptake. I will be scoping out the emails and trying to figure out what I am doing wrong. Off to check and answer emails!

Found this at a journaling blog!

1.  two everyday things i couldn’t live without:

• a flushing toilet
• clean underwear

2.  two of my favorite songs:

• "Desperado" by the Eagles
• "You’re the One that I Want" by John Travolta/Olivia Newton John

3.  two things i want to do before i die:

• have children of my own
• travel to Italy

4.  two things i worry about:

• not having enough time
• that the whole world will stop wearing underwear

5.  two stores i shop at:

• Costco
• WalMart

6.  two things that scare me:

• heights
• big balls flying across my face

7.  two snacks i could eat everyday:

• chocolate covered macadamia nuts
• Ben & Jerry’s Chocolate Fudge Brownie

8.  two people i’d be lost without:

• my husband
• my mom

9.  two nicknames i’ve been given:

• "Shorty"- duh
• "Bowel movement"- from my maiden name Baula (pronounced bow-luh). Children can be so cruel.

10.  next two places i want to go on vacation:

• San Diego
• Italy

Ladies and gentlemen, my parents have officially warped into modern times. They have broken down and given my brother a key into the house. They have also gone and visited my brother’s apartment. Hallelujah. Thanks so much for the kind words and prayers!

My brother floated to PICU last night, right next to Pediatrics and I got to see him in a different light. He was no longer my little brother who tortured me but a fellow RN, taking care of his patients and doing a damn good job at it, too. Made the big sister in me proud.

He was sad, though. He had just moved out of my parents’ home and right now they aren’t talking to him. The locks have been changed and I don’t think my father will allow him access to the house again. I did the same thing at the same ripe age of 25 years old. Moved out of the family home without their approval. You’re a girl, you’re not married, what will people think? I’m sure he got the same lecture and guilt trip(except for the girl part). I don’t think it would have been so bad for my parents if he had moved out with a friend or on his own. But he is now living with his girl. As a Filipino, Catholic boy, the guilt should have stopped him right in his tracks. But the American in him persevered. Most people today would probably think it’s no big deal. But in my family, this is a big no-no. Goodness knows that I thought I was going to be the oldest living virgin. It goes against everything my parents taught us and now the poor boy is suffering because of it.

He followed my path in nursing and he also followed my lead as he moved out of the house. I hope that one day, he will come to peace with the idea that he just has to follow the way of his heart, that my parents will get over it one day, and that he deserves some happiness of his own. I just hope he doesn’t follow my lead in Britney-Spears-watching. That could just be his undoing.

A litle something to listen to before you go to bed tonight.