Cross Those Fingers

I know....I know....sorry....sorry

Now, on to an update. I have been seeking out employment options while helping Ma back to health after surgery. Yeah, yeah, she's fine. Anyway, I got a call today from a hospital in Bend, Oregon. They are going to fly me out for an interview this week or next. Now let me tell you. I HEART OREGON. Beautiful country, great weather, nice people, fantastic hospital rated as one of the best to work in nationwide. I visited Bend while working in K Falls with SupaStar Physical Therapist. (She's good people, check her out at Wanderinggirl/blogspot) If I am swept off in a tornado or if Matthew McConaughey is alergic to dogs, she gets Az, so that ought to tell you something. So, I am in search of great interview outfit, hair trim and lucky shoes. Because I want this job more than any one job ever.

P.S. Am accepting votes on lucky shoes and hair (wavy or straight)

First Name: Oxy Last Name: Moron

Maybe I forgot everything I learned in college?

Fact: Over the last ten years it is safe to say I catch a wicked bronchitis once or twice a year. Except for the three years I quit smoking.

Update: I have icky bronchitis right now.

The little white lie at the doctor's office:
Dr. McNotDreamy - "Do you smoke?"

Me - "Goodness no. I'm a respiratory therapist."

None of these things statements have anything to do with the fact that I am coughing up gummi bears, I am sure of it!