Gateway?

Sometimes I wonder what to write when I feel like writing in my blog. One would think that if I wanted to write, then I should know what to write about. I have moments during my days where I think to myself, "I should remember this and write about it later." I need to start entering little moments in my Blackberry so I can go back and trigger myself to write.

I continue to wonder who on earth reads my blogs. I know Gail with the farm does and my momma in Chicago but beyond that, who cares about my weekly ramblings? Anyone? I'm so curious if there are regular readers to my blog that don't know me and have taken an interest in my life. The Internet is a strange and powerful tool, is it not?

Soooo. I'm going on day 4 of my 6 day, 60 hour stretch at the ER. Last night was absolutely insane. Laura, Ross and I were on alone until 10 when our overnighters, Nick and Jeff came on. I must say, as busy as we were, the stress level maintained itself at a minimum. The energy at the South clinic is amazingly awesome. I'm so proud to work there and work with an exceptional group of techs and doctors. Tree paid me a nice compliment the other day. She said she was happy I was part of their team and I was a great fit. Talk about feeling great about yourself and what you're doing, huh? I think highly of Tree. She's a wonderful, Earth-loving woman with a kind soul and big heart.

I got an interesting text from an unexpected yesterday. We'll see how that works out. I can always use another friend. It looks like that roller skating I had talked about a few months ago may happen this Tuesday. I'm anxious to see. Darren and Selena AND their Vespas will be here on Thursday and I couldn't be more excited! I have to map out a plan of attack on Austin so I can show them all the best places.

I also wanted to mention something private. I mean not super private but something I do everyday when I come home at night. It has become a bit of a routine. My apartment complex is super cool. It's painted fun colors and is very diverse. I live on the second floor of a two story building. The entrance to each apartment is outdoors. Climbing the stairs every night, I get excited to see if they are there. By they, I mean my house geckos. Driving home from work, I think about them. I get excited in hopes that they are there and that I'll get to view them for a split second prior to going inside to get the dogs for their nightly potty. Last night there were several! They were on the walls and on the ceiling. I'm not sure why they excite me so much but they do. I guess I really shouldn't be shocked that something so small makes me happy. I've always said, "It's the little things." I think some people should take a lesson from me and start loving the small things. I think it is a gateway to loving greater and more deeply. Just a thought.