What’s in a name?

Ever wonder how ordinary things got their names?  Me too.   Last night as I was washing my hair, I got to thinking about the word Shampoo.  I repeated it over and over and it sounded weirder and weirder each time.  Shampoo.  Sham-poo.  Shampoo.   Funny word, shampoo.

Who named “it” shampoo?   While I was showering, shampooing  and shaving my legs, I was thinking about this word,  shampoo and  it occurred to me that   perhaps I could find the origin of the word and also blog about it.

Lucky you,  I have done my research.

The word shampoo was first recorded in 1762…..(not really all that long ago considering people have probably been doing it since the beginning of the world and all.)

It comes from the Hindi language of India.  The word champo is a verb and means to press, knead the muscles.  We use the word the English word “massage”.

1860 was the first recorded time Shampoo was used to mean “wash the hair”.(Gee, he’s just a little thing and he’s already got the hang of it!)

In 1866, shampoo also took the form of a noun meaning the “soap used for shampooing”.

So now you know.

I doubt this will come up in a regular conversation.  But, you just never know…. it could make a good conversation starter.

Picture this:  You’re at the local PTA meeting sitting next to a stranger.  You’ve made initial introductions and the conversation is going no where.  You look at the person admiringly and say  with sincere interest, “Your hair looks really healthy; what kind of shampoo do you use?”  Then you can go into the fact that you are a blogger and read the work of other bloggers and  how you just learn so many interesting things as you follow these up-and-coming authors.    As the conversation continues, and you find your confidence building, you  then mention that you just recently read a fascinating blog about shampoo!  Now all you have to do is share the details and before you know it you’ve make a friend.

See, I just helped you make a friend!…….All because I thought the word shampoo sounded funny.    It just gives me great satisfaction and joy knowing I am helping people like you all over the world just by telling them about shampoo.

No thanks necessary, “because that’s just the kind of person I am.”

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Pressed

My coffee pot went on the blink last night.  Husband could not fix.

Our thoughts: “OH No!  What are we going to do in the morning?”

Then I remembered that we have a french coffee press…..somewhere.                                                     We bought it a long time ago after enjoying pressed coffee at a friend’s house.  Like other novelties, it found its’ way pushed to the back of the cabinet.  I am SO glad to have this device and I must say, even without using freshly ground coffee, it makes a great cuppa.  And  easy too!

Woo Hoo!  I’m caffeinated, awake, and blogging……..

All In A Day’s Work…….

I’m a nurse.  I work in a nursing home.  I love the residents.  Every day is challenging and there’s  never a dull moment!

Today………… began with me finding a patient out of bed who was not supposed to be.                                                                                                          Poor thing got confused and didn’t call for a nurse.  She was trying  to find a bathroom.  She wasn’t getting  too far as her catheter was attached to the bed.  You can just image how the pulling  of that felt.  OW!  It ended up being a “code brown” if you get my drift.  I grabbed latex gloves and adult ‘baby’ wipes but we were out of gas masks!     What a way to start the day! 

I woke up my next patient who has been there for a couple of years.  She had no idea where she was.  She asked how long she’d been there.  She could not believe she had been there  2 years!  I told her we were taking care of her and that her daughter would be coming at breakfast time and that her husband would come at lunch time.  She calmed down and went back to sleep.   I saw her daughter about an hour later and she asked me if I told her mom she had been a resident for two years.

I told her I had.  She let it be known that I had done the wrong thing and had greatly upset her mother.  She asked me to simply say she had been with us “a little while”.   I don’t have a problem with that.  “Everyone” is supposed to know this information.  Things like this don’t always get passed along.  What are ya gonna do?  Put a sign over the bed?   Guess that wouldn’t be too good.  LOL

Much of my time involves handing out pills and giving shots.  I’d really rather just sit and visit with the patients but I try to have interaction with them in the midst of what I’m being paid to do.                                                             I do ask patients if they would like a free hug.  Most respond positively.  Today, Ms. B. was not her usual pleasant self.  I offered my free hug.  She said, “No, I’ve got enough of those already.”

The telephone was ringing off the hook.  I tried three times to answer and each time it stopped just as I got there.  As I was walking back to the medicine cart, it rang again.  I hurried… and said, “Health Care and Rehab, This is Sandy, May I help you?”  I heard someone breathing on the other end, and then, “Uhh…Sandy, this is Mary Smith down in 119, I need someone to come down here and help me have a bowel movement.”  My response, with eyes rolling: “Ok, turn on the call light and someone will be there to help you.”                            

Somebody gave this patient the phone number at the nurses station!  Sometimes she will call 5 or 6 times in a row!   When I’m not the one answering the phone, I think it’s pretty funny.  It helps that I like this woman!

Some people are just “high maintenance”.  I noticed that the guy in 112 kept putting his call light on.  Good grief, it was once or twice an hour.  I finally asked the nursing assistant.  All he wanted was orange juice……one after another, after another, after another…………..

Later, I heard a man crying for help…..”Nurse!”  Another nurse and a nursing assistant went running down the hall and into the patient’s room.  Both exited quickly with smiles on their faces.  I asked what had happened.  My co-worker said, “We walked in and he was on the toilet and he yelled, “Get out, I’m shittin’ in here‘!”     (wasn’t HE the one who called for a nurse?)  Go figure.

Today I saw Marco coming down the hall slowly in his wheelchair.  He is roly poly, bald, and cute (for an old dude).  His native language is Spanish and he only knows a few words in English.   As he came toward me he began making kissing noises.  I approached him with a big hug, and kiss on the cheek.  He looked at me and said, “I love you”.

And THAT is what makes my job special!

Names have been changed.  Photos are not of patients…they are from google images.

Guess What?

This counts as my Friday blog because I’ll be gone most of the day.

I took some photos today.  This an up close view of something commonly seen.

Can you guess what it is?

This is a picture of the same thing…different stage of growth…

What a difference!

The leaves will be a giveaway if you’re not sure yet.

The answer is below.

 

 

 

 

 

Magnolia Blossom……..ahhh and the fragrance is divine.

Did you guess correctly?   Comment and let me know what you thought it was.

Learning Curve……

Since I have been on the blogging road, I’ve learned a few things.   I cannot will not blog on Saturdays and Sundays.  These are the days I work.  When I come home there is nothing in me that wants to blog, and there is no enjoyment to reading other blogs.  I simply don’t have any brain or body energy left.  The “old blonde mare just ain’t what she used to be”….(.I just ain’t goin’ gray, sorry!)   So I will be absent on those days and any other days I happen to pick up an extra shift.

I’ve learned that I want to follow everyone’s blog but I cannot.  I have 18 listed on my blogroll but I can’t keep up in a timely fashion.  The blogs that come to my email are the easiest for me to keep up with.  The others take a concerted effort.

I have this problem.  I can’t seem to get signed up with those bloggers who write on blogspot.com.  Most of them don’t have a direct email sign-up.  When I try to use “My Yahoo” to receive the blog, I get a message telling me it won’t work.  That’s why it takes more of an effort to look up those blogs individually.

If you can help me out and know the solution to my problem, I would GREATLY appreciate it!  (I’m not tech savvy but I have tried everything I know to do)

Burn, Baby, Burn……..

I just got introduced to this group.  I’m hooked on the message in this song.

Find My Own Flame…….United Pursuit Band

Lyrics

I don’t want to ride on somebody else’s passion
I don’t want to find that I’m just dry bones
I want to burn with unquenchable fire
Deep down inside see it coming alive

Help me find my own flame              
Help me find my own fire
I want the real thing
I want Your burning desire

Do what only You can do
In my heart tonight,

There’s no better time
There’s no better time
There’s no better time
There’s no better time

 

 

St. Arbucks

My church meets at Starbucks.  No kidding.  Instead of keeping it in a “church building”, we take it to the streets!   So, last week I had an amazing, tho not religious experience:   Salted Caramel Mocha….the newest coffee drink.

Sounds a bit strange but it was wonderful.  In fact, divine!

Espresso and steamed milk, blended with mocha sauce and toffee nut flavored syrup. Topped with sweetened whipped cream, caramel sauce and a mixture of turbinado sugar and sea salt.

Go out and get you some.

This was definitely NOT a paid advertisement!

Fried Green Tomatoes

In southern speak, we say Fried Green D’maters.  I know, I know……..it just sounds weird…..and not too appetizing either.  But….really, you ought to at least try them.  They  are amazingly yummy!

Being raised in the South, you’d think I’d eaten lots of fried green tomatoes.  Not true.  I had fried squash and okra…and well, just about anything that could be fried.  My FIRST fried green tomato was from Po’ Folks in Niceville, Florida and  I was hooked.  If it were up to me, I’d still just order from  Po’ Folks but my son has picky taste buds and likes them homemade.  Every once in a while I will cook up a batch on his behalf.  Easy to make but messy……well, truth is whenever I cook it ends up messy….because that’s just the way I am!

Almost Paradise…..

It is a rare moment when I get a glimpse of the way life was meant to be….In Eden……before everything went awry.   Last evening was one of them.  There is an empty lot near my home with a boat dock.  I went there and enjoyed God’s creation.  The water on the bay was rippling, the breeze was light and there was no humidity!  The sky was painted a pinkish hue, insects were chirping and fish were actually jumping out of the water.  Darkness descended and I basked in the glow of an orange moon. What a peaceful, serene, atmosphere.   And to think, HE made it for US!  Wow!

 

The Hideout

I stumbled upon The Hideout in July.  The Hideout is the home of two Barn owls in Chula Vista, Calfornia.   There is a live-feed on Ustream which runs 24/7.  These are wild owls who have taken up residence in a man-made owl box fitting with an inside and outside camera.  There is no human interference with the owls and nature is allowed to take its course..

I first started watching after the male, Roy and the female, Dale (pictured at left) had already mated.  Dale laid 7 eggs and 5 hatched, each about 4 days apart.

(click on pics to enlarge)

 

 

This is Dale with her first baby named Belle.

Soon after other owlets were born:  Pearl, Boone, Wyatt, and Zee.

 

All 5 owlets and Mom.

Unfortunately, the two youngest Wyatt and Zee survived only about a week.  They died a day after this photo was taken.   With 3 older siblings getting first dibs on food, they failed to thrive.   Very sad for the owl watching community that chats online as they watch.


The remaining lump of owlets.

Belle- 26 days                   Pearl- 22 days                  Boone- 18 days

Dale (mom)  has left the nest to  hunt for food.

Growing fast….ages 43 days, 39 days, 35 days.  Note the size difference between the oldest and youngest…only 8 days apart.

Five days after the above picture was taken, the youngest owlet, Boone died.  He was a fiesty little guy who fought for his share of the food and won most of the time.  However, he never grew as large as the others and failed to thrive.  I almost stopped watching the owls that day.  Even at a distance, you grow fond of these little ones and when they die it is heart-breaking!

Belle-52 days                    Pearl- 48 days

They each eat 3-4  rodents each night by swallowing them whole!

Now that’s a BIG GULP!

Mama owl has left the nest permanently and stays in a nearby tree with Dad.  The parents hunt and bring food through out the night.

Exploration begins.   They  first began by moving toward the door and looking out.  Pearl was the first to step out onto the porch.

Both have now taken walks on the porch.

The next step will be learning how to fly.  I’ll be a nervous Nellie.    My family thinks I’ve gone nuts for spending time on the computer watching owls.  For me it is amazing to have this kind of access into nature……something I could never witness otherwise.  I think humanity’s fascination and love for animals of all kinds stems back to the Garden of Eden where neither was afraid of the other and dying was something  they knew nothing about.   One day, God will restore all things to the way they once were.  What an exciting time it will be!

Ustream:  http://www.ustream.tv/channel/bonnie-and-clyde-owlcam

Blog:   http://www.owltlaws.blogspot.com/