My husband has always wanted to get scuba certified. He has loved the ocean ever since spending a lot of his summers as a kid on Catalina Island (where we will do our 6 required dives by the way) at his grandparents' hotel. Nathan has been wanting me to get certified with him ever since we started dating. I have always laughed saying "I could NEVER scuba dive" For his birthday this year, I am not only giving him a Scuba certification class, I'm doing it with him! Yikes! His patience will be rewarded.
The following is my own acronym for the word SCUBA.
Scary: This is the word that has caused me to say "no" to my husband all these years. It's a totally different world under there. Definitely not my comfort zone. I was always taught to breathe with my nose, not my mouth. Something very basic and natural will now take concentration and thought...breathing through my mouth. It will be mind over body to not feel claustrophobic going down 70 feet. That's a long way. It's kind of the opposite of being scared of heights, being scared of depths.
Costly: This won't surprise any of you that know my husband. He's been all over southern California from San Diego to LA checking out all the scuba shops, spending hours on the internet researching the best equipment, and talking about the places he wants to scuba dive. The only things we are required to purchase for the class (other than the class itself) are gloves, booties and a hood for the wetsuit. I did purchase some goggles, a snorkel and fins so that we could go snorkeling. But just like any new activity, it usually takes some money upfront.
Ugly: No one looks good decked out in Scuba attire. Enough said.
Babysteps: I think the secret to succeeding in scuba diving (or anything that is scary and a challenge) is baby steps. 1st baby step was deciding that I could succeed at trying to get certified. Admitting that it's ok if I don't get certified, as long as I tried. The next babystep was snorkeling. Realizing that it's ok to swim under the water with the fish. I had a good time, but I wasn't able to really dive down. The last baby step is using the gear in a swimming pool and eventually the ocean.
Anticipation: While there is most definitely anxiety within me at the thought of scuba diving, I am also excited. Doing something I didn't think I could ever do and then coming to the realization that I can (with lots of prayer and determination)...is exhilarating. And so it is with great anticipation that I look forward to doing something that started out as a sacrifice and something to please my husband, has turned into an opportunity for personal growth.
It helps me to think that God created the things under the sea as much as he created the things on land. What a privilege it is to be able to see these creations up close with my husband.
Tuesday, August 22, 2006
Thursday, August 10, 2006
A much needed break
God knows our needs before we do. We had a few rough months at work with lots of very sick children passing away. We had the largest number of deaths in a 2 month time frame than anyone could remember. Being that we work on a pediatric hematology/oncology unit, you would think that we would "get used to it" and it would just be a "part of what we do" That is not the case at all. All these deaths were making nurses rethink their choice of career and people were getting burned out.
Today I was talking with someone about what a stark contrast it has been on our unit the last few weeks. Our census is so low, so many empty beds, that we are calling off nurses each shift, we are floating to other units, and our assignments are nice, cushy, 2-3 easy patient lists. It's not even like this around Christmas when we try to get as many children home as possible. This last Christmas, there wasn't any empty bed to be seen. I mentioned that I think God knew we needed a break and this was His gift to us. And for it, I am forever grateful.
Today I was talking with someone about what a stark contrast it has been on our unit the last few weeks. Our census is so low, so many empty beds, that we are calling off nurses each shift, we are floating to other units, and our assignments are nice, cushy, 2-3 easy patient lists. It's not even like this around Christmas when we try to get as many children home as possible. This last Christmas, there wasn't any empty bed to be seen. I mentioned that I think God knew we needed a break and this was His gift to us. And for it, I am forever grateful.
Tuesday, July 18, 2006
The other side of work
Praise God! The boy mentioned a few posts ago is doing great and is scheduled to go home this week!
Friday, July 14, 2006
House Update
Here is an update of the house. We still need to put stone on the wall and on the columns in front of the house. But its getting there.
Saturday, July 01, 2006
Because You Have To
Parents just might know a thing or two.
When a child is growing up, they often hear "because you have to" as a reason for why something must be done. Nobody really likes the reason, but sometimes there is no better explanation.
I took care of a very sick little boy today. The only good thing he had going for him was #1: he wasn't burning up with fevers like he was yesterday and #2: dedicated, committed, caring, strong, smart parents.
I had a rough day, but those parents had an even rougher day. I felt like nothing was going MY way, but come on, nothing was going THEIR way. Their little boy is in the hospital, with 7 IV pumps on his pole and continual medications/blood products going through his body. 7 days ago, he was riding his little tricycle around the unit. One medication given, in hopes that it would help an ailment of course causes even more side effects.
I once said casually to his mom, as we were changing the umpteenth diaper of the day. "I don't know how you parents do it" She turned to me and said in the most loving voice "Because you have to"
At least I had a better ending to my day (despite leaving an hour late). I had a nurse come on and relieve me of the mess. And she will have another nurse there tomorrow morning to relieve her of hers. But as far as those parents go, they will continue to trade off with rare, yet precious, breaks. No one to relieve them, but each other. All because they have to.
When a child is growing up, they often hear "because you have to" as a reason for why something must be done. Nobody really likes the reason, but sometimes there is no better explanation.
I took care of a very sick little boy today. The only good thing he had going for him was #1: he wasn't burning up with fevers like he was yesterday and #2: dedicated, committed, caring, strong, smart parents.
I had a rough day, but those parents had an even rougher day. I felt like nothing was going MY way, but come on, nothing was going THEIR way. Their little boy is in the hospital, with 7 IV pumps on his pole and continual medications/blood products going through his body. 7 days ago, he was riding his little tricycle around the unit. One medication given, in hopes that it would help an ailment of course causes even more side effects.
I once said casually to his mom, as we were changing the umpteenth diaper of the day. "I don't know how you parents do it" She turned to me and said in the most loving voice "Because you have to"
At least I had a better ending to my day (despite leaving an hour late). I had a nurse come on and relieve me of the mess. And she will have another nurse there tomorrow morning to relieve her of hers. But as far as those parents go, they will continue to trade off with rare, yet precious, breaks. No one to relieve them, but each other. All because they have to.
Monday, June 26, 2006
Who'd Have Thought
I just purchased a ticket to Minnesota to visit family for the summer. It makes sense that a ticket to Australia would be one of the most expensive tickets because it's probably the furthest you can go from the west coast. But please explain to me why a ticket to Minnesota is more expensive than a ticket to London, Rome, and probably a number of other places over seas.
Monday, June 05, 2006
I am a Slacker
I am a slacker. It has been over a month since I've updated. I haven't been really inspired to write anything, but my English teacher in high school always said "writing produces writing" So...I am going to write some randomness that will hopefully not be quite so random by the end.
Work on the house is slowwwwly getting there. Nathan has been working hard out in the yard planting various edible plants. We now have, banana trees, queen palms, an orange tree, grapefruit tree, 2 cherry trees and some blueberry bushes. There is grass growing on one side of the front lawn and the other side is all grated and ready to have grass planted. All that is really left is the wall on the side of the house and finishing the retaining wall in the front.
Nathan and I are participating in a Race Across America next week. It leaves from Oceanside, CA and ends in Atlantic City, NJ. The race is a team of 8 bicyclers that take turns riding for hours at a time. Nathan and I will be part of the crew that drives the vehicles that carry the equipment and assist the cyclers. It's going to be fun, but intense.
Over the last few years I fell in love with the characters on Everwood on the WB. Last night was the series finale. We thought the season finale was last week, so I bought Season 1 on DVD and we watched the first episode before the finale. It turns out, it wasn't the last episode, so I spent last week re-watching the entire 1st season. The thing that really pulled me in is that a father from New York City moves his 2 kids to a small town in Colorado after his wife dies. It's a place she fell in love with when she was a child on a train ride. These city people fell in love with the small town. The best thing was that the show often opened and closed with narration that was always beautifully poetic that pulled the entire episode together. They stopped doing the narration after the first couple seasons and while I still thought the show was great, it was always missing something. Week after week, this show made me miss small town living. And now it's over.
Work on the house is slowwwwly getting there. Nathan has been working hard out in the yard planting various edible plants. We now have, banana trees, queen palms, an orange tree, grapefruit tree, 2 cherry trees and some blueberry bushes. There is grass growing on one side of the front lawn and the other side is all grated and ready to have grass planted. All that is really left is the wall on the side of the house and finishing the retaining wall in the front.
Nathan and I are participating in a Race Across America next week. It leaves from Oceanside, CA and ends in Atlantic City, NJ. The race is a team of 8 bicyclers that take turns riding for hours at a time. Nathan and I will be part of the crew that drives the vehicles that carry the equipment and assist the cyclers. It's going to be fun, but intense.
Over the last few years I fell in love with the characters on Everwood on the WB. Last night was the series finale. We thought the season finale was last week, so I bought Season 1 on DVD and we watched the first episode before the finale. It turns out, it wasn't the last episode, so I spent last week re-watching the entire 1st season. The thing that really pulled me in is that a father from New York City moves his 2 kids to a small town in Colorado after his wife dies. It's a place she fell in love with when she was a child on a train ride. These city people fell in love with the small town. The best thing was that the show often opened and closed with narration that was always beautifully poetic that pulled the entire episode together. They stopped doing the narration after the first couple seasons and while I still thought the show was great, it was always missing something. Week after week, this show made me miss small town living. And now it's over.
Friday, April 21, 2006
Update
I don't know how a 19 year old patient and I got to talking about ages, but she said I didn't seem that old. So...I had to ask her how old she thought I was. (I love asking this question because its always the same answer) She said 21 or 22. Nice. Good deal. All those years I was bummed when people said I looked like I was 12 when I was really 18, weren't so bad after all.
Tuesday, April 18, 2006
How old am I anyway?
My 27th birthday was yesterday and the past couple months leading up to my birthday I have been trying to wrap my brain around the idea that I am 27 years old. 27 years old. It still doesn't sound right. I am now closer to 30 than 20. I am officially in my "late 20s." Anyway I put it, it doesn't sound good and I don't believe it.
27 must be old because I am starting to forget how old I am when people ask. I have to really stop and think about it and even when I finally give an answer, I'm not 100% sure I gave the right one. I cannot believe that this time next year, plans will be made for a 10-year high school reunion. I'm not ready for my 10 year reunion. That's for people older than I who have been out of high school forever.
I hope its true that you're only as young as you feel. I must be young at heart because I simply do not feel like I'm 27.
I have always heard that time flies faster the more a person ages. My first 27 years flew by so fast, it seems that just yesterday I was turning 16. How fast will my next 27 years pass.
27 must be old because I am starting to forget how old I am when people ask. I have to really stop and think about it and even when I finally give an answer, I'm not 100% sure I gave the right one. I cannot believe that this time next year, plans will be made for a 10-year high school reunion. I'm not ready for my 10 year reunion. That's for people older than I who have been out of high school forever.
I hope its true that you're only as young as you feel. I must be young at heart because I simply do not feel like I'm 27.
I have always heard that time flies faster the more a person ages. My first 27 years flew by so fast, it seems that just yesterday I was turning 16. How fast will my next 27 years pass.
Thursday, March 23, 2006
Lessons I learned from a child with a brain tumor
1. Stop. Look at the person who is talking and listen. You can hear a lot more than the words they are saying.
I didn't understand him very easily until I consciously thought that I needed to stop "multitasking" while in the room and focus on him speaking. When I was patient with him while speaking (he stuttered and had a hard time getting words out) he was more patient with himself and had an easier time communicating with me. Therefore making my job easier and making his day better.
2. The more you understand someone, the less frustrated and angry they become.
After, I learned lesson number one, I realized that he could understand more of what I said than I originally thought. If I was patient with him, he was patient with himself and would become less frustrated. He would then be more willing to get from the bed to the chair and back on his own rather than just laying in bed all day. Often, the process of having him move from the bed to the chair was met with crying and screaming, but he knew, that I knew, that he didn't want to do it, but that "no" wasn't an option.
3. Don't underestimate someone's abilities.
When it came time for his medicine. I was prepared for a battle. I had another nurse on the "back up" that I could call in if I needed help "giving" him the medicine. I went in and sat on his bed with the 3 medicines he needed to take. I asked him which one he wanted first. He chose the one with the least amount. Then, I asked him if he wanted to do it or he wanted me to. (this is all done very slowly, but I realized, my patience would be rewarded) He reached out for the medicine, messed with the cap on the syringe and finally pulled it off. Put the syringe to his mouth and pushed in the medicine. He took the next one, removed the cap (after struggling with it) and took the medicine. He did all three without a hitch. Shocked me and the other nurse waiting outside. But I couldn't have been more happy.
4. Be careful what you say around someone. They remember everything you don't want them to remember.
This is one of those things that I could beat myself up over. Someone was passing out pizza on the unit, asking if my patients wanted a piece. I thought of my brain tumor patient who hadn't eaten much all day. I went into his room said "Do you want some Piz...How is your pepsi?" I stopped before finishing the word "pizza" Hoping that he hadn't caught on to what I said. I had forgotten that he was on a pureed diet. (that doesn't include pizza in case you were wondering ;-) ) When dinner was delivered, I took in his tray. He looked at the jello, applesauce, yogurt and "green stuff" and says "you forgot my pizza" He really made me feel bad when the next morning I asked if he wanted something to eat. He said 'pizza" I said "how about some applesauce? pudding? yogurt?" He said "I eat applesauce, pudding, yogurt all day long" In his broken up, stuttering words. He then informed me that he wanted his food on a plate. (everything was pureed and in little bowls) and he didn't want any "green stuff"
5. Just because someone kicks you, doesn't mean they don't like you.
When I walked into his room for the first time on my shift, his diaper had leaked and he had soaked through everything on his bed. I apologized and said I needed to give him a bath right away that morning. Then get him up into the wheelchair so the mattress could be cleaned. He started crying and screaming because he hates baths. He actually kicked me during this process. Then later that evening as I was saying good night. He asked where I was going. I explained that I needed to go home to sleep. He asked when I would be back. I said I would be back on Friday. He smiled and said. "OK. I'll see you Friday"
I didn't understand him very easily until I consciously thought that I needed to stop "multitasking" while in the room and focus on him speaking. When I was patient with him while speaking (he stuttered and had a hard time getting words out) he was more patient with himself and had an easier time communicating with me. Therefore making my job easier and making his day better.
2. The more you understand someone, the less frustrated and angry they become.
After, I learned lesson number one, I realized that he could understand more of what I said than I originally thought. If I was patient with him, he was patient with himself and would become less frustrated. He would then be more willing to get from the bed to the chair and back on his own rather than just laying in bed all day. Often, the process of having him move from the bed to the chair was met with crying and screaming, but he knew, that I knew, that he didn't want to do it, but that "no" wasn't an option.
3. Don't underestimate someone's abilities.
When it came time for his medicine. I was prepared for a battle. I had another nurse on the "back up" that I could call in if I needed help "giving" him the medicine. I went in and sat on his bed with the 3 medicines he needed to take. I asked him which one he wanted first. He chose the one with the least amount. Then, I asked him if he wanted to do it or he wanted me to. (this is all done very slowly, but I realized, my patience would be rewarded) He reached out for the medicine, messed with the cap on the syringe and finally pulled it off. Put the syringe to his mouth and pushed in the medicine. He took the next one, removed the cap (after struggling with it) and took the medicine. He did all three without a hitch. Shocked me and the other nurse waiting outside. But I couldn't have been more happy.
4. Be careful what you say around someone. They remember everything you don't want them to remember.
This is one of those things that I could beat myself up over. Someone was passing out pizza on the unit, asking if my patients wanted a piece. I thought of my brain tumor patient who hadn't eaten much all day. I went into his room said "Do you want some Piz...How is your pepsi?" I stopped before finishing the word "pizza" Hoping that he hadn't caught on to what I said. I had forgotten that he was on a pureed diet. (that doesn't include pizza in case you were wondering ;-) ) When dinner was delivered, I took in his tray. He looked at the jello, applesauce, yogurt and "green stuff" and says "you forgot my pizza" He really made me feel bad when the next morning I asked if he wanted something to eat. He said 'pizza" I said "how about some applesauce? pudding? yogurt?" He said "I eat applesauce, pudding, yogurt all day long" In his broken up, stuttering words. He then informed me that he wanted his food on a plate. (everything was pureed and in little bowls) and he didn't want any "green stuff"
5. Just because someone kicks you, doesn't mean they don't like you.
When I walked into his room for the first time on my shift, his diaper had leaked and he had soaked through everything on his bed. I apologized and said I needed to give him a bath right away that morning. Then get him up into the wheelchair so the mattress could be cleaned. He started crying and screaming because he hates baths. He actually kicked me during this process. Then later that evening as I was saying good night. He asked where I was going. I explained that I needed to go home to sleep. He asked when I would be back. I said I would be back on Friday. He smiled and said. "OK. I'll see you Friday"
Wednesday, March 15, 2006
Hairpins
I have just discovered (again) that I am a hypocrite.
A few days ago a friend was over and wanted to borrow some DVDs. We started talking about how sometimes people don't return things that they have borrowed. I made a comment about not understanding how someone can have something of someone else's and not know that it's not theirs. I just don't get it.
Then today...I opened a drawer in my bathroom and discovered some hair clips this same friend loaned me months ago and I still haven't returned. Hypocrite.
As a side note, we have a program on our Mac that I love called Delicious Library. When you enter in the ISBN of a DVD/Book/CD. It stores it in your "library" and then when someone wants to borrow it, you enter it into the program, assign a return date, etc. Helping to keep track of who has what. If you're interested, here's a website. http://www.delicious-monster.com/ I wonder if they have a way to keep track of hairpins loaned out to hypocritical friends?
A few days ago a friend was over and wanted to borrow some DVDs. We started talking about how sometimes people don't return things that they have borrowed. I made a comment about not understanding how someone can have something of someone else's and not know that it's not theirs. I just don't get it.
Then today...I opened a drawer in my bathroom and discovered some hair clips this same friend loaned me months ago and I still haven't returned. Hypocrite.
As a side note, we have a program on our Mac that I love called Delicious Library. When you enter in the ISBN of a DVD/Book/CD. It stores it in your "library" and then when someone wants to borrow it, you enter it into the program, assign a return date, etc. Helping to keep track of who has what. If you're interested, here's a website. http://www.delicious-monster.com/ I wonder if they have a way to keep track of hairpins loaned out to hypocritical friends?
Thursday, February 16, 2006
Coloseum
Sadly, the Coloseum is falling down. Still very impressive to walk up to it. We weren't able to go inside because we arrived after they were done selling tickets for the day. It closes at sunset. Don't tell my friend Meigan, (she and her husband were in Rome with us) I was somewhat glad we couldn't go inside, it meant we wouldn't be re-enacting a scene from Gladiator. She's the theatrical one, not me. It was funny, there were a lot of cats around the Coloseum, Meigan sat with one and we joked that it was probably trained to pickpocket. As it turns out, there was a homeless lady there with a ton of cats around her cart. We appropriately took a picture and called her "the cat lady." I wonder if she would have wanted a part in our re-enactment?
Trevi Fountain
There are fountains and statues all around Rome. Every walk we took led us past tens of them. There are probably hundreds all over Rome. So, in all honesty, I have tons of pictures of statues and fountains that I don't know the names of or even significance of. The most famous of these is Trevi Fountain. The legend is that if you throw a coin in the fountain, you will return to Rome...we tossed a coin in...we shall see if this fountain makes our wish come true. This place was busy all times of the day. This was not really surprising being that Rome doesn't really wake up until early afternoon and doesn't go to sleep until well into the wee hours of the morning.
Vatican
The Vatican was magnificent! Even before we walked inside, it's quite impressive. It is built at the end of a street, making it quite exciting to see it all the way down the road. The "arms" that are "hallways" built on either side are huge and really appear to be arms, especially from the view from the top of the tower. The climb to the tower was something. (Our friends tell us it is nothing compared to the climb of Notre Dame) But it is quite worth it after all those narrow, winding stairs. The paintings on the dome and everywhere are impressive and beautiful. Precious stones and metals were used to build everything in the Vatican and it all looks amazing.
Monday, January 30, 2006
The IT Crowd
I am soon learning that I love British comedy. My husband first introduced it to me by showing me "The Office." The british TV show that the American version is based on. It took me a few episodes to catch what they were saying and get used to the accent. Soon I was addicted and we finished the first couple seasons over a few days.
Then, last night, he downloaded a show called "The IT Crowd" He told me it was another British comedy. I had just finished working a full shift, so I wasn't excited to watch a show. I just wanted to go to bed. He promised I would like it. You know what...I loved it!!! It started off with a girl interviewing for a job in this huge company with a great view of the city, huge windows, beautiful bathrooms, etc. The boss (who knows nothing about computers) decides to hire her (she knows how to use email and surf the internet) for Supervisor of IT -Information Technology - aka computer nerds.
He sends her to the basement where her office is. She passes by everything you could think of in the basement. We were cracking up that the computer people were in the basement, isn't that how it always is. The computer people are just thrown anywhere in the worst place of the building. Then there are the two guys in the room, they were so stereotypical for IT people. You had the desktop support manager, (who took his precious time answering the phone while he finished his donut/coffee) after he finally picks up the phone, he tries to solve a problem by telling the person to turn the computer off and on again. Then you have the programmer who says and takes everything literally and corrects anyone that is incorrect. Of course these two are upset to learn that she (having no computer knowledge whatsoever) is their new boss. She tries to pretend that she knows what she's doing by typing when they come into the room. Of course, they figure out that the computer isn't plugged in.
The entire show was hilarious and they end up trying to figure out a way that they can use her "people skills" to make the other people in the company happy. (this idea was inspired after a lady came down and beat the desk support guy with a high heel) I'm excited to see the rest of the episodes.
Who would have ever though I would enjoy a British comedy about Information Technology people? I now understand Nathan's job a little better. When will the British come out with a show about nurses so Nathan can understand my job better?
Then, last night, he downloaded a show called "The IT Crowd" He told me it was another British comedy. I had just finished working a full shift, so I wasn't excited to watch a show. I just wanted to go to bed. He promised I would like it. You know what...I loved it!!! It started off with a girl interviewing for a job in this huge company with a great view of the city, huge windows, beautiful bathrooms, etc. The boss (who knows nothing about computers) decides to hire her (she knows how to use email and surf the internet) for Supervisor of IT -Information Technology - aka computer nerds.
He sends her to the basement where her office is. She passes by everything you could think of in the basement. We were cracking up that the computer people were in the basement, isn't that how it always is. The computer people are just thrown anywhere in the worst place of the building. Then there are the two guys in the room, they were so stereotypical for IT people. You had the desktop support manager, (who took his precious time answering the phone while he finished his donut/coffee) after he finally picks up the phone, he tries to solve a problem by telling the person to turn the computer off and on again. Then you have the programmer who says and takes everything literally and corrects anyone that is incorrect. Of course these two are upset to learn that she (having no computer knowledge whatsoever) is their new boss. She tries to pretend that she knows what she's doing by typing when they come into the room. Of course, they figure out that the computer isn't plugged in.
The entire show was hilarious and they end up trying to figure out a way that they can use her "people skills" to make the other people in the company happy. (this idea was inspired after a lady came down and beat the desk support guy with a high heel) I'm excited to see the rest of the episodes.
Who would have ever though I would enjoy a British comedy about Information Technology people? I now understand Nathan's job a little better. When will the British come out with a show about nurses so Nathan can understand my job better?
Wednesday, January 11, 2006
MacWorld
We had a great time at MacWorld. The most exciting thing for me was the updates to their software included in iLife. They released a new iMAC with duo core intel processors. (much faster) Since Nathan had just sold our other iMAC a few days before leaving, we purchased a new one and the updated iLife programs will be included. I'm really excited for the changes in iphoto and they have a new one program called iWeb that looks great. So hopefully, there will be some changes to this little blog. Stay tuned.
Friday, January 06, 2006
I was wrong
The last egg of the carton was cracked open last night. I was wrong, it was only a single yolk. It was fun while it lasted. As I cracked open the first egg of the new carton this evening, I couldn't help but anticipate and hope that it would be a double yolk. The excitement over all of this wasn't as much the fact that I saw that many double yolks, but rather, the number of double yolks in one carton! I think all in all it was about 9/12 were double yolks. Crazy!
We are off to MacWorld in San Francisco in a couple of days. I'll be sure to post on some of my favorite things we see there.
In case you've been wondering, the home improvement projects have been very slow lately. I'm hoping they start picking up in the next couple weeks now that Christmas is over.
We are off to MacWorld in San Francisco in a couple of days. I'll be sure to post on some of my favorite things we see there.
In case you've been wondering, the home improvement projects have been very slow lately. I'm hoping they start picking up in the next couple weeks now that Christmas is over.
Tuesday, January 03, 2006
Egg-Craziness Continues
In all honesty I have lost count of how many eggs were twins eggs, but in the last two days, I have cracked open two and they were both twins. I have one egg left of this crazy dozen. My bet is on twins.
Saturday, December 24, 2005
Twin egg update
So, after making the eggs mentioned in the previous post, that same night we had invited friends over for dinner. I made a spicy chicken with bleu cheese dressing, salad and yummy mac and cheese. My mac and cheese recipe calls for 2 eggs/recipe. I made a double batch. So, I needed 4 eggs. Would you believe 3 out of those 4 eggs were twins again! That makes 6 out of 8 eggs used so far from this carton have been twins. This is too much fun for me!
Sunday, December 18, 2005
Twin Chickens
My favorite part of eggs is the yolk. Sometimes I like my eggs hard and other times I like them soft, it just depends on my mood.
I know that twins can be genetic in humans. Because of this fact, I can only assume that twins are also genetic in chickens. I have non-scientific proof that this is true. Let me explain.
I buy brown cage-free eggs. I made myself an egg this morning. It was a beautiful fried egg on a piece of toast with a small piece of cheese melted on top. Yum! When my husband woke up, he also wanted an egg. So, I get an egg out of the refrigerator, heat up the skillet, crack the egg and surprise! Two yolks appear. I get all excited and show Nathan. He gets a little weirded-out and wants me to toss that one and crack open another one. So...egg number two gets cracked and no joke, out comes two yolks again! I start laughing. Nathan is really getting scared. So, I toss that one and crack open egg #3. Again!!! 2 yolks appear. I finally decide that after the fourth one, that's the one he's getting whether one yolk or two. Thankfully (for Nathan) it was just one yolk. It makes me wonder how many other eggs in that carton have two yolks? I'll keep you posted :)
I know that twins can be genetic in humans. Because of this fact, I can only assume that twins are also genetic in chickens. I have non-scientific proof that this is true. Let me explain.
I buy brown cage-free eggs. I made myself an egg this morning. It was a beautiful fried egg on a piece of toast with a small piece of cheese melted on top. Yum! When my husband woke up, he also wanted an egg. So, I get an egg out of the refrigerator, heat up the skillet, crack the egg and surprise! Two yolks appear. I get all excited and show Nathan. He gets a little weirded-out and wants me to toss that one and crack open another one. So...egg number two gets cracked and no joke, out comes two yolks again! I start laughing. Nathan is really getting scared. So, I toss that one and crack open egg #3. Again!!! 2 yolks appear. I finally decide that after the fourth one, that's the one he's getting whether one yolk or two. Thankfully (for Nathan) it was just one yolk. It makes me wonder how many other eggs in that carton have two yolks? I'll keep you posted :)
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