I don't really have a point to writing this, but I haven't updated in a while, so I figured I'd better write something. I'm still loving it here in B-ham. There's always something to do. My friends are nearby and I'm still only a couple of hours from home anytime I feel like making the 2 hour trip. I've missed my husband, but he'll be joining my this weekend. This time for good. The past couple of months have been a little lonely without him.
He's managed to lose his wedding ring twice since we moved. And twice he has miraculously found it again. Hopefully, he'll put it somewhere safe and not lose it a 3rd time. He's managed to lose 50 pounds and the darn thing just won't stay on his finger anymore. I'm so proud of him and his weight loss. He's been an inspiration.
UAB is having a Walk UAB! Challenge over the next 9 weeks. I've signed up along with a couple of girls I work with. Maybe the 3 of us can get out of the building a walk a few blocks during the day.
I love my new job. It's been a little challenging learning some of these new techniques, but I'm learning. Slowly, but surely.
Rich will be starting his new job next week. I hope he likes it. He'll have so many more opportunities at this new job. His old job just didn't have anything else to offer.
For those of you wondering, Delta is doing fine. She's still adjusting to the move, but she's just as spoiled as she ever was.
Well, that was a quick and dirty of what's been going on in the Brandon household. I'll probably post more later, but I still haven't gotten internet hook-up at home yet. I look at it as a sacrifice that will get me one step closer to being a home owner. But, I'll talk about that another time. I'm going to get ready to head home. Later!

I just had to take a moment to bask in the glory of all the oldest siblings in the world being validated by this article. We've been speaking of this injustice we've had to endure for years, but no one has taken us seriously. Now we have scientific evidence.

Earlier this week, I witnessed a man dying on an operating table. I had co-workers ask me about it later, and I haven't been very successful in trying to put it into words. Really, all I did was stand out in the hall, watch the madness of nurses coming in and out of the OR, and pray for the man on the table whose heart was failing him. I could hear them charging the crash cart over and over, trying to get his heart beating correctly again. And then I heard the words, "Call it." It's one thing to watch ER or Grey's on TV and hear those words, and a whole other experience to be standing outside of a room and know that a person just died in there. I kept thinking about this man's family who was anxiously waiting outside to hear that the organ transplant was successful and how he'll heal and get to spend at least a few more years with his loved ones. The patients I see who go in for these transplants are so happy before they go into that OR. They've found an organ. They've possibly found more time.
The other thing that amazed me during this situation was how the doctors and nurses handled everything. There was a strange balance of urgency and caring, but at the same time emotionally distancing themselves from the situation. This would have to be necessary to survive those types of jobs, and I really don't believe it is a trait that is easily acquired in school. My view of doctors and nurses who have to sort through those types of feelings has been forever changed.