Hybrids

Weekly Prompt:  Hybrid

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Hybrid is a word that has become very popular over the last fifteen years.  I had rarely heard it in years past, but you hear it all the time now.  I am talking about hybrid cars.

My son got a new car a few years ago.  I was visiting him and he said so do you like the car.  I told him sure, but I would never have a black car especially in Florida.  It is so hot down there and the black car and black interior made the car so uncomfortable.  He laughed, then said it’s a hybrid.  I looked at him and I have to admit I had no idea what he was talking about.  Now, I knew what the definition of a hybrid was, but not really what it meant with respect to a car.

He went on to explain how the car worked and that it was so much better for the environment.  It was much more information about a car that I really had wanted to ever know.  But you know big boys and their big toys.  🙂

I am proud that my son is being a responsible steward of our planet.  My generation not only didn’t have hybrids, we used high octane gas that could have eaten through steel if allowed to sit on it long enough.

What I really find amazing is how long it’s been since hybrid cars have been researched, built and not produced.  It seems that we are always looking out for the all mighty dollar when it comes to changes that will improve our world.  Very sad indeed.

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Who Needs the Fluff?

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Today’s word is “succinct.”  Fandango has filled the void when the Daily Prompt ended.  To join in, click the link for the rules.

Over the years I have had to attend many conferences for my nursing certifications.  I held certifications in Critical Care, Trauma, and Emergency.  I never minded going to them as I enjoyed meeting other nurses from different hospitals and cities.  It was also a way to compare hospitals and benefits.

What I didn’t like were those speakers who engaged in long explanations.  It used to drive me crazy.  I would find myself starting to fall asleep.  I loved my job and never thought it was boring, but some people just shouldn’t be doing public speaking.

There is nothing boring about critical care, trauma, or emergency nursing.  It’s fast-paced, often hard work, exciting, and satisfying.  Knowing you have made a difference in the outcome of someone’s life after illness or injury gives you a wonderful feeling.  Doctors may order the treatments, but nurses are with the patients all the time and they carry out doctors orders.  So, with all this excitement, how can a conference on the subjects be boring?

I learn best from speakers who give information succinctly  They get to the point without all the fluff.  I remain engaged and have never gotten the least bit bored or sleepy during a conference that was presented in this fashion.  I wish more nurses would spend more time learning the art of public speaking if they plan to be teaching.

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Fox In the Henhouse

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Fandango’s One-Word Challenge’s word for today is “Notorious

“Have you heard who’s going to be visiting the plant tomorrow?” John asked his coworker, Bill.  “No who’s coming?” answered Bill.  “Sonny Mission”, said John.  Bill looked at John and shook his head saying “I have never heard of him.”

John went on to tell Bill that Sonny Mission was the most notorious thief in the state.  He is coming to show us how vulnerable we are to break-ins.  Bill couldn’t believe that they would actually pay a crook to come into their plant and give them advice.

Sonny Mission walked into the plant.  He had a smug smile on his face and wasn’t very friendly.  The employees didn’t really like him very much and even felt uneasy in his presence.  But they kept their feelings to themselves because they wanted to support the plant’s owner.

Sonny walked along pointing out the plant’s vulnerabilities.  The owner was surprised that his plant was easy to be broken into.  After shaking Sonny Mission’s hand, the owner said his thanks and goodbyes.

That evening after all the shifts had finished for the day and the lights were out, there was a sudden movement in the back of the plant.  What could it be?  The night watchman heard it, but could not see anything.  He had a funny feeling about it though.  He called the police.

The police arrived and methodically walked through the plant.  As they rounded a corner they saw a man who was collecting computer parts.  The police approached the man with their guns pointing at him.  The thief stopped what he was doing.  He slowly turned and lo and behold it was Sonny Mission.

The night watchman could not believe that he had snuck back into the plant to steal from a man who had paid him well for his advice.  He hated to be the one to call the owner because he knew he would be embarrassed for trusting Sonny.

The owner arrived at the plant soon after he received the call.  It was a good thing the police had already taken Sonny to the station.  After looking at everything it was good to see nothing had been taken thanks to the night watchman.

The owner, shaking his head said, “Asking a thief for tips against theft is like asking a fox to guard the henhouse.”

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Hidden Adgendas

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Fandango’s One-Word Challenge’s word for today is “hidden

Don’t you love how some people show up acting helpful when the real reason they are there is to meet a need of their own? Most of the time it doesn’t matter as long as the task at hand gets done. But, there are times when a hidden agenda is unacceptable.

Take politicians for example. They run on a platform, get elected then throw that platform away.  Not only have they lied to their constituents, but they have shown themselves to have no honor.  What I don’t understand is why so many of them get reelected.

While working as a nurse for many years, I was witness to many family dynamics playing out in my patient’s room. The worst of it involved the use of children as pawns in parental disputes. I was privy to disappointments from parental promises that never materialized.

Hidden agendas don’t have to be a bad thing. Sometimes there are reasons why they exist. Giving a surprise party or planning a special dinner are two examples of harmless agendas.  We have all been guilty of having one or two of them.

As far as I am concerned, it is better to be upfront with people.  To be honest about how and why you are doing something.  To be genuine when you volunteer and to be charitable while doing it.

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Weekend Coffee Share

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Join us for some coffee time!

If we were having coffee today, I would be telling you about my crazy week.  The weather has been beautiful.  Summer has arrived!  My potted plants on my front porch have recovered from the shock of being re-potted and are blooming like crazy.  I really enjoy flowers, but hate gardening.  So plants in pots it is.

How was your week?  Want another cup of coffee?

In my quilt guild, I am participating in a round robin exchange.  A round robin is when each person in the group makes a center piece.  Usually a square of any size set by the rules of the exchange.  Then, every two months it is passed to the next person on the list.  You always pass to the same person.  Each person adds a row around the block thereby increasing the size of the quilt top.  So, on Sunday I realized that I had had this round for two months and had not done it yet.  Tuesday was guild day.  I began to panic.

I pulled the bag with the quilt top out and just stared at it.  I had no idea what I was going to do.  I left it on the table and throughout the evening I kept walking over to look at it.  Finally, on Monday morning I found my inspiration.  I began cutting fabric and building my row.  At 10:30 that night I had to stop.  I only had two seems to sew, but I was afraid that I would make a mistake if I tried to finish it then.

So, Tuesday morning I was up at 7:00.  Jumped into the shower, got dressed.  Made coffee.  Finished the round.  It looked pretty good.  I was pleased.  Then was out of the house by 9:30 for my guild meeting.  I pulled into the parking lot at 9:50 and it was completely empty.  I then realized that it was the first Tuesday of June and my meeting is the second Tuesday of the month.

I was actually supposed to be at my sit and stitch group.  It was too far for me to go as I had a pre-op appointment in an hour away.  I decided to stop for an iced coffee at McDonald’s.  When I went to pay, I saw that I had left my credit cards home.  So, I had to stop home and grab my card wallet.

I made it to the appointment in time.  I was actually a little bit early.  I didn’t realize how early until the receptionist told me my appointment was on Wednesday.  I couldn’t believe it.  She was so kind, she told me she would work me in since I lived so far away.  What an angel.  I had seen one doctor that if you were not at your appointment fifteen minutes early, he refused to see you.  So I know how temperamental physicians can be.  Not only did they fit me in, I didn’t wait ten minutes to be seen.

It was at this point I was beginning to wonder if I was losing it.  I wound up disorganized the entire week.  I couldn’t keep my days straight and still haven’t made it to the grocery store.  I am thankful that I had food in the freezer.

Letting Gracie out before bedtime has become very entertaining.  When I open my front door, tree frogs and toad scatter over the patio and up on the wall.  Gracie just sniffs at them and walks away.  If I am quiet and stand still, I can see the little frogs catch the bugs flying about.  It makes me smile to see those little frogs.

I am so glad you stopped by for coffee.  I hope you have a good weekend.  I have plans to watch the NASCAR race in Michigan tomorrow.

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