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Monday, September 24, 2007
Monday, May 28, 2007
What Do I Do Part 2
This is continued from What Do I Do Part 1 making this Part 2.
As I said before so many people come and go who have worked at my Assisted Living Community. There are various reasons to why they have left some have found other employment or retired or just needed to move on. In some cases I have had employees quit because they said it was just too sad working at an Assisted Living Community “they just come here to wait to die”
No they don’t in fact is very rare that someone moves into my building because they are dying. Most of them come because they can no longer live alone. Today families are so on the go and most families are working long hours and it is hard to keep your career when you wondering if Mom or dad is alright. So Assisted Living is one choice they have. There are always someone working and people around checking on their loved one. I know that there are horror stories out there but I give everything I have to my assisted living to make sure that does not happen.
Here is the reason that I stay.
If you can walk from you job knowing that every day you have made a difference in someone’s life then what better job is there to have. I work with people who are elderly yes but they have experiences so many things. They have been places that I will only dream of seen things that I hope I never do. Every day the make me laugh and smile give me hugs when I don’t deserve them.
One afternoon a few years ago I was having one of the worst days ever. I was walking through the dining room on the verge of loosing my mind along with my temper when a hand caught mine. When I look down to see who it was one of our eldest residents hand grab my hand. When I looked down she waved me down like she wanted to ask me something. When I bent over she wrapped her other hand around my neck and gave me a hug then she said she loved me. Then she let me go. This lady had no idea what the kind of day I was having but she turned it around just like that. This woman also taught me the secret to life.
It was about a month shy of her 100th birthday when I was sitting next to her.
“So what is your secret to living to be a hundred?” I asked her expecting her to give me some insight. I have asked this question before to others and got all kinds of answers from drink a shot of vinegar every day to walk 4 miles a day.
This woman nodded her head then waved me close so she could look right in my eyes. She touched the side of my face with hand. She held my face for a few seconds then a slight grin appeared on her lips and she finally said. “Keep breathing”
It was shortly after her 100th birthday that this lady passed away. I wasn’t there I had gone on a trip with my family on the other side of the mountains and when were coming back I had a feeling that she wasn’t there any longer.
I know that everyday I attempt to make a difference in these elderly peoples’ lives but they are making a huge difference in mine.
If you have time and are looking to do some volunteering I recommended giving sometime at an Assisted Living they are always looking for volunteers to read or call bingo or go shopping with them anything.
I don’t think it is sad at all it only that way if you make it so. These people need us as much as they need us.
To be continued…
As I said before so many people come and go who have worked at my Assisted Living Community. There are various reasons to why they have left some have found other employment or retired or just needed to move on. In some cases I have had employees quit because they said it was just too sad working at an Assisted Living Community “they just come here to wait to die”
No they don’t in fact is very rare that someone moves into my building because they are dying. Most of them come because they can no longer live alone. Today families are so on the go and most families are working long hours and it is hard to keep your career when you wondering if Mom or dad is alright. So Assisted Living is one choice they have. There are always someone working and people around checking on their loved one. I know that there are horror stories out there but I give everything I have to my assisted living to make sure that does not happen.
Here is the reason that I stay.
If you can walk from you job knowing that every day you have made a difference in someone’s life then what better job is there to have. I work with people who are elderly yes but they have experiences so many things. They have been places that I will only dream of seen things that I hope I never do. Every day the make me laugh and smile give me hugs when I don’t deserve them.
One afternoon a few years ago I was having one of the worst days ever. I was walking through the dining room on the verge of loosing my mind along with my temper when a hand caught mine. When I look down to see who it was one of our eldest residents hand grab my hand. When I looked down she waved me down like she wanted to ask me something. When I bent over she wrapped her other hand around my neck and gave me a hug then she said she loved me. Then she let me go. This lady had no idea what the kind of day I was having but she turned it around just like that. This woman also taught me the secret to life.
It was about a month shy of her 100th birthday when I was sitting next to her.
“So what is your secret to living to be a hundred?” I asked her expecting her to give me some insight. I have asked this question before to others and got all kinds of answers from drink a shot of vinegar every day to walk 4 miles a day.
This woman nodded her head then waved me close so she could look right in my eyes. She touched the side of my face with hand. She held my face for a few seconds then a slight grin appeared on her lips and she finally said. “Keep breathing”
It was shortly after her 100th birthday that this lady passed away. I wasn’t there I had gone on a trip with my family on the other side of the mountains and when were coming back I had a feeling that she wasn’t there any longer.
I know that everyday I attempt to make a difference in these elderly peoples’ lives but they are making a huge difference in mine.
If you have time and are looking to do some volunteering I recommended giving sometime at an Assisted Living they are always looking for volunteers to read or call bingo or go shopping with them anything.
I don’t think it is sad at all it only that way if you make it so. These people need us as much as they need us.
To be continued…
What Do I Do Part 2
This is continued from What Do I Do Part 1 making this Part 2.
As I said before so many people come and go who have worked at my Assisted Living Community. There are various reasons to why they have left some have found other employment or retired or just needed to move on. In some cases I have had employees quit because they said it was just too sad working at an Assisted Living Community “they just come here to wait to die”
No they don’t in fact is very rare that someone moves into my building because they are dying. Most of them come because they can no longer live alone. Today families are so on the go and most families are working long hours and it is hard to keep your career when you wondering if Mom or dad is alright. So Assisted Living is one choice they have. There are always someone working and people around checking on their loved one. I know that there are horror stories out there but I give everything I have to my assisted living to make sure that does not happen.
Here is the reason that I stay.
If you can walk from you job knowing that every day you have made a difference in someone’s life then what better job is there to have. I work with people who are elderly yes but they have experiences so many things. They have been places that I will only dream of seen things that I hope I never do. Every day the make me laugh and smile give me hugs when I don’t deserve them.
One afternoon a few years ago I was having one of the worst days ever. I was walking through the dining room on the verge of loosing my mind along with my temper when a hand caught mine. When I look down to see who it was one of our eldest residents hand grab my hand. When I looked down she waved me down like she wanted to ask me something. When I bent over she wrapped her other hand around my neck and gave me a hug then she said she loved me. Then she let me go. This lady had no idea what the kind of day I was having but she turned it around just like that. This woman also taught me the secret to life.
It was about a month shy of her 100th birthday when I was sitting next to her.
“So what is your secret to living to be a hundred?” I asked her expecting her to give me some insight. I have asked this question before to others and got all kinds of answers from drink a shot of vinegar every day to walk 4 miles a day.
This woman nodded her head then waved me close so she could look right in my eyes. She touched the side of my face with hand. She held my face for a few seconds then a slight grin appeared on her lips and she finally said. “Keep breathing”
It was shortly after her 100th birthday that this lady passed away. I wasn’t there I had gone on a trip with my family on the other side of the mountains and when were coming back I had a feeling that she wasn’t there any longer.
I know that everyday I attempt to make a difference in these elderly peoples’ lives but they are making a huge difference in mine.
If you have time and are looking to do some volunteering I recommended giving sometime at an Assisted Living they are always looking for volunteers to read or call bingo or go shopping with them anything.
I don’t think it is sad at all it only that way if you make it so. These people need us as much as they need us.
To be continued…
As I said before so many people come and go who have worked at my Assisted Living Community. There are various reasons to why they have left some have found other employment or retired or just needed to move on. In some cases I have had employees quit because they said it was just too sad working at an Assisted Living Community “they just come here to wait to die”
No they don’t in fact is very rare that someone moves into my building because they are dying. Most of them come because they can no longer live alone. Today families are so on the go and most families are working long hours and it is hard to keep your career when you wondering if Mom or dad is alright. So Assisted Living is one choice they have. There are always someone working and people around checking on their loved one. I know that there are horror stories out there but I give everything I have to my assisted living to make sure that does not happen.
Here is the reason that I stay.
If you can walk from you job knowing that every day you have made a difference in someone’s life then what better job is there to have. I work with people who are elderly yes but they have experiences so many things. They have been places that I will only dream of seen things that I hope I never do. Every day the make me laugh and smile give me hugs when I don’t deserve them.
One afternoon a few years ago I was having one of the worst days ever. I was walking through the dining room on the verge of loosing my mind along with my temper when a hand caught mine. When I look down to see who it was one of our eldest residents hand grab my hand. When I looked down she waved me down like she wanted to ask me something. When I bent over she wrapped her other hand around my neck and gave me a hug then she said she loved me. Then she let me go. This lady had no idea what the kind of day I was having but she turned it around just like that. This woman also taught me the secret to life.
It was about a month shy of her 100th birthday when I was sitting next to her.
“So what is your secret to living to be a hundred?” I asked her expecting her to give me some insight. I have asked this question before to others and got all kinds of answers from drink a shot of vinegar every day to walk 4 miles a day.
This woman nodded her head then waved me close so she could look right in my eyes. She touched the side of my face with hand. She held my face for a few seconds then a slight grin appeared on her lips and she finally said. “Keep breathing”
It was shortly after her 100th birthday that this lady passed away. I wasn’t there I had gone on a trip with my family on the other side of the mountains and when were coming back I had a feeling that she wasn’t there any longer.
I know that everyday I attempt to make a difference in these elderly peoples’ lives but they are making a huge difference in mine.
If you have time and are looking to do some volunteering I recommended giving sometime at an Assisted Living they are always looking for volunteers to read or call bingo or go shopping with them anything.
I don’t think it is sad at all it only that way if you make it so. These people need us as much as they need us.
To be continued…
Monday, March 12, 2007
The Disappeared Girl
It had been years since I saw him. He looked exactly the same carried himself the same his movements as he walked toward me were the same as the sixteen year old boy that tormented me through out high school. As soon as I noticed him out the corner of my eye in the darkened bar with the music blaring I knew who he was. At first I didn’t think he would recognize me because I wasn’t that dorky girl with the red glasses any longer. I left her way behind at the end of my junior of high school when my father moved my family to an even smaller town giving me opportunities that I never had in the larger school.
Then he did a double take whispering something to the waitress. The waitress turned her head nodding as he spoke into her ear. I started to return to the group of friends I was out with when he pointed me out to the waitress. The waitress smiled at him the glanced my way before moving to another table to take their order. He stood up from the table that he was sitting at with the group of guys he was with.
Instead of continuing back to my group of friends my feet wouldn’t move when his eyes met mine. He had recognized me and he was moving toward me that cocky crooked grin of his appearing on his lips.
It no longer mattered that I had moved away from my home town and had only returned the year previously. It no longer mattered that I had gone to college and discovered that as long as I was comfortable with who I was people liked me too. It no longer mattered that I had discovered I had talents and skills. All that slipped away like it never existed.
The geeky girl in the red glasses that I thought I had left behind almost eight years ago suddenly returned petrified and helpless to defend herself from the onslaught of insults that were hurled at her in the halls of her high school.
I was rushing through the halls of the high school with my head slightly downward avoiding eye contact praying that today I wouldn’t hear them calling my fat pig or making mooing sounds as I tried to just make it to my history class. Then he would appear with his friends their laughter sent cold chills down my spine. I would pretend I didn’t see them or hear them I would’t acknowledge ducking into my classroom.
So because of him I learned how to disappear in the crowd. I learned the patterns that the mean kids had. Their classes and what time they hung out and where they hung out. I learned how to avoid all of them and to disappear into the crowds. By the time my family had decided to move away my junior year hiding had become my existence so much so that I was failing every class I had. I planned everything around avoiding these tormentors. Moving out of town was the best thing that every happened to me. I went from a school of 800 to school of just 45 kids. I had eight students in my senior class besides me. I was so use to hiding that I tried to do it this small school too except the teachers noticed. It is hard to hide in school that size. I got involved in kinds of activities that I never dreamed of doing in the bigger school, tennis, drama, basketball, senior projects.
The geeky girl with the red glasses had disappeared just like she used to do in the halls of the bigger high school. She vanished leaving behind this young woman who was comfortable with who she was becoming. The comfortable young woman left the small town and went to college. A twist of fate brought her back to her home town due to family matters.
I was working in healthcare when a group of my friends from work planned this big outing a local club. I was having a really good time when I spotted him. I had been back in town for over a year and never saw anyone that I went to high school with.
I wanted to disappear but there wasn’t anywhere to hide. I had managed to end up standing to close the bar when my friends decided to get a table leaving unable to avoid him. They had moved away from me when I spotted him. I was standing alone in the middle of this loud crowd. I could no longer hear the music or the people talking loudly. All I could focus on was this man I once knew as the boy who made high school absolute hell for me was coming toward me.
Before I knew it he stood in front of me and then he stepped closer toward me. I could feel all the sweat in body starting to pool in my hands. I wanted to just vanish from sight like I was a figment of his imagination. My heart was pounding I was expecting him to crack off some awful comment about my weight like he had thousands of time in high school.
It seemed like an eternity before he spoke. “Do you remember me?” He asked his voice just below a shout as though suddenly the bar was full of pounding music except the music had been playing the whole time and I just now heard it.
I wanted to laugh for some reason and tell him how I couldn’t ever forget him although I tired numerous times. I still heard his voice every time I looked in the mirror. So instead of tell him what an ass he had been when we teenagers all I could manage to say was. “Yeah I do.” And then I told him what his full name was. So many times I had imagined this moment one day getting to confront him and tell him off.
He bit his lip and stepped closer toward me his voice was softer and there was something as he spoke. “I remember you too.”
My voice as screaming in my head to say something to tell him what he had done to me how his words affect me and still effected me. How I learned to hide from people and how in hiding I missed out on so much. But before I could say anything he took a deep breath. “I came over here to tell you that I was an asshole in high school and I was mean to you. I am sorry for all those things I said to you. I was a jerk.” He stuck out his hand toward me I was reluctant to take his hand in mine in a hand shake. I was expecting it to be some joke followed up by making me look foolish. He kept his hand out in front of him waiting for me to take it in mine. “I am very sorry” He said again and what I heard in his voice was remorse.
As I reached my hand toward his the geeky girl with the red glasses vanished in that moment. I took his hand in mine returning his gesture. “It is over now” Was all the words I could manage to say. The waitress appeared beside us with two drinks on her tray. He handed one to me and took the other thanking the waitress by name. He hand asked her to bring me a drink when he pointed me out in the crowd before he came toward me. We chit chatted for few minutes before he returned to his group of friends and I returned to mine. I never did see him again after that.
Although I did manage to forgive him in that moment I still have a hard time breaking the habit I developed so long ago in high school. My first instinct when I am in new situations or a large group of people is to disappear I have to make a conscious effort not to hide. It took a lot for him to cross through those years and tell me he was sorry.
When I am uncomfortable with how I look I try to think about the man who crossed the bar to tell the geeky girl in the red glasses that mean boy he once was is sorry.
Then he did a double take whispering something to the waitress. The waitress turned her head nodding as he spoke into her ear. I started to return to the group of friends I was out with when he pointed me out to the waitress. The waitress smiled at him the glanced my way before moving to another table to take their order. He stood up from the table that he was sitting at with the group of guys he was with.
Instead of continuing back to my group of friends my feet wouldn’t move when his eyes met mine. He had recognized me and he was moving toward me that cocky crooked grin of his appearing on his lips.
It no longer mattered that I had moved away from my home town and had only returned the year previously. It no longer mattered that I had gone to college and discovered that as long as I was comfortable with who I was people liked me too. It no longer mattered that I had discovered I had talents and skills. All that slipped away like it never existed.
The geeky girl in the red glasses that I thought I had left behind almost eight years ago suddenly returned petrified and helpless to defend herself from the onslaught of insults that were hurled at her in the halls of her high school.
I was rushing through the halls of the high school with my head slightly downward avoiding eye contact praying that today I wouldn’t hear them calling my fat pig or making mooing sounds as I tried to just make it to my history class. Then he would appear with his friends their laughter sent cold chills down my spine. I would pretend I didn’t see them or hear them I would’t acknowledge ducking into my classroom.
So because of him I learned how to disappear in the crowd. I learned the patterns that the mean kids had. Their classes and what time they hung out and where they hung out. I learned how to avoid all of them and to disappear into the crowds. By the time my family had decided to move away my junior year hiding had become my existence so much so that I was failing every class I had. I planned everything around avoiding these tormentors. Moving out of town was the best thing that every happened to me. I went from a school of 800 to school of just 45 kids. I had eight students in my senior class besides me. I was so use to hiding that I tried to do it this small school too except the teachers noticed. It is hard to hide in school that size. I got involved in kinds of activities that I never dreamed of doing in the bigger school, tennis, drama, basketball, senior projects.
The geeky girl with the red glasses had disappeared just like she used to do in the halls of the bigger high school. She vanished leaving behind this young woman who was comfortable with who she was becoming. The comfortable young woman left the small town and went to college. A twist of fate brought her back to her home town due to family matters.
I was working in healthcare when a group of my friends from work planned this big outing a local club. I was having a really good time when I spotted him. I had been back in town for over a year and never saw anyone that I went to high school with.
I wanted to disappear but there wasn’t anywhere to hide. I had managed to end up standing to close the bar when my friends decided to get a table leaving unable to avoid him. They had moved away from me when I spotted him. I was standing alone in the middle of this loud crowd. I could no longer hear the music or the people talking loudly. All I could focus on was this man I once knew as the boy who made high school absolute hell for me was coming toward me.
Before I knew it he stood in front of me and then he stepped closer toward me. I could feel all the sweat in body starting to pool in my hands. I wanted to just vanish from sight like I was a figment of his imagination. My heart was pounding I was expecting him to crack off some awful comment about my weight like he had thousands of time in high school.
It seemed like an eternity before he spoke. “Do you remember me?” He asked his voice just below a shout as though suddenly the bar was full of pounding music except the music had been playing the whole time and I just now heard it.
I wanted to laugh for some reason and tell him how I couldn’t ever forget him although I tired numerous times. I still heard his voice every time I looked in the mirror. So instead of tell him what an ass he had been when we teenagers all I could manage to say was. “Yeah I do.” And then I told him what his full name was. So many times I had imagined this moment one day getting to confront him and tell him off.
He bit his lip and stepped closer toward me his voice was softer and there was something as he spoke. “I remember you too.”
My voice as screaming in my head to say something to tell him what he had done to me how his words affect me and still effected me. How I learned to hide from people and how in hiding I missed out on so much. But before I could say anything he took a deep breath. “I came over here to tell you that I was an asshole in high school and I was mean to you. I am sorry for all those things I said to you. I was a jerk.” He stuck out his hand toward me I was reluctant to take his hand in mine in a hand shake. I was expecting it to be some joke followed up by making me look foolish. He kept his hand out in front of him waiting for me to take it in mine. “I am very sorry” He said again and what I heard in his voice was remorse.
As I reached my hand toward his the geeky girl with the red glasses vanished in that moment. I took his hand in mine returning his gesture. “It is over now” Was all the words I could manage to say. The waitress appeared beside us with two drinks on her tray. He handed one to me and took the other thanking the waitress by name. He hand asked her to bring me a drink when he pointed me out in the crowd before he came toward me. We chit chatted for few minutes before he returned to his group of friends and I returned to mine. I never did see him again after that.
Although I did manage to forgive him in that moment I still have a hard time breaking the habit I developed so long ago in high school. My first instinct when I am in new situations or a large group of people is to disappear I have to make a conscious effort not to hide. It took a lot for him to cross through those years and tell me he was sorry.
When I am uncomfortable with how I look I try to think about the man who crossed the bar to tell the geeky girl in the red glasses that mean boy he once was is sorry.
Sunday, February 25, 2007
What do I do? Part 1
What do I do? Part 1
Since 1997 I have been working at the same Assisted Living Community. I was a very naïve 24 years old when I started there. I was actually working two jobs when I started in April 1997.
I was working at a Skilled Care Nursing Home on the Alzheimer’s/behaviors wing for abut a year. The Director of Nursing Services had told me a month prior after giving my a 3 cent an hour raise that I would never find a job anywhere else. I had covered all kinds of extra shifts and never called in sick I was working 40 hours or more a week. I was given a very poor yearly evaluation by a RN who I only saw come down my closed in wing twice in that year time.
My best friend had found a job at this new Assisted Living in town and she called me and told me to apply. I started working one day a week there on my day off because the facility had just opened and they didn’t have enough residents to warrant hiring on more people. I worked just over a month when I got a phone call at 10:00 in the morning the supervisor at the ALF (assisted living facility) that had a full time NOC shift but the catch was they needed it to be filled right away and I needed to start that night.
I picked up the phone called the Nursing home and spoke to the DNS I told her I had found another job and that I was quitting effect immediately. I was expecting her to say something but there was nothing but silence on the other end. I thought she wasn’t getting it so I said that means I won’t be in for my shift today. She really never did say anything by the time I hung up the phone.
So this bright eyed 24 year old girl started her new job. It was perfect because my father was quite ill at the time. My 15 year old brother, 19 year old sister and I were taking care of my dad at home at the time. I could be home during the day while they were gone and then they would be home when I wasn’t. Unfortunately I only worked at my new job for one week when my father passed away.
We struggled for along time after that. I will tell that story another time.
I went back to work at the Assisted Living after missing about two weeks of work. I worked on NOC shift for only about 4 months before moving to day shift. I stayed on day shift learning from the nurses and residents that came and went through the doors of the facility. If there was a diagnosis or a medication I didn’t know about I did tons of research and asked questions of the healthcare professionals I got to know. Three years passed when I was promoted to the Health Service Director. I still have the same job know although the job title has changed several times due to the facility being bought by a different corporation.
What do I do?That question is asked of me quite often. It is hard to define exactly what I do because everyday is different. The basic of what I do can be found in my current job title, Resident Care Coordinator. The base for my job is I do exactly what my title says I do. But there is so much more to it than that. I train, oversee, and supervisor the medication assistants and resident assistants. In the years that I have spent working there so many people come and go. Some of them good and some of the bad but yet I remain. Why???
To be continued..
Since 1997 I have been working at the same Assisted Living Community. I was a very naïve 24 years old when I started there. I was actually working two jobs when I started in April 1997.
I was working at a Skilled Care Nursing Home on the Alzheimer’s/behaviors wing for abut a year. The Director of Nursing Services had told me a month prior after giving my a 3 cent an hour raise that I would never find a job anywhere else. I had covered all kinds of extra shifts and never called in sick I was working 40 hours or more a week. I was given a very poor yearly evaluation by a RN who I only saw come down my closed in wing twice in that year time.
My best friend had found a job at this new Assisted Living in town and she called me and told me to apply. I started working one day a week there on my day off because the facility had just opened and they didn’t have enough residents to warrant hiring on more people. I worked just over a month when I got a phone call at 10:00 in the morning the supervisor at the ALF (assisted living facility) that had a full time NOC shift but the catch was they needed it to be filled right away and I needed to start that night.
I picked up the phone called the Nursing home and spoke to the DNS I told her I had found another job and that I was quitting effect immediately. I was expecting her to say something but there was nothing but silence on the other end. I thought she wasn’t getting it so I said that means I won’t be in for my shift today. She really never did say anything by the time I hung up the phone.
So this bright eyed 24 year old girl started her new job. It was perfect because my father was quite ill at the time. My 15 year old brother, 19 year old sister and I were taking care of my dad at home at the time. I could be home during the day while they were gone and then they would be home when I wasn’t. Unfortunately I only worked at my new job for one week when my father passed away.
We struggled for along time after that. I will tell that story another time.
I went back to work at the Assisted Living after missing about two weeks of work. I worked on NOC shift for only about 4 months before moving to day shift. I stayed on day shift learning from the nurses and residents that came and went through the doors of the facility. If there was a diagnosis or a medication I didn’t know about I did tons of research and asked questions of the healthcare professionals I got to know. Three years passed when I was promoted to the Health Service Director. I still have the same job know although the job title has changed several times due to the facility being bought by a different corporation.
What do I do?That question is asked of me quite often. It is hard to define exactly what I do because everyday is different. The basic of what I do can be found in my current job title, Resident Care Coordinator. The base for my job is I do exactly what my title says I do. But there is so much more to it than that. I train, oversee, and supervisor the medication assistants and resident assistants. In the years that I have spent working there so many people come and go. Some of them good and some of the bad but yet I remain. Why???
To be continued..
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
In the Big Inning
I still haven’t completely decided what I will be writing about on this blog. I have been doing some posts over at livejournal about my struggle to change my eating habits and living a better life style. I won’t be writing about that here I will continue to write about on livejournal however. I have thought about writing about what I do for a living here or perhaps about who I am and who I am trying to be.
I thought that I would take a risk and actually put my real picture at this blog rather than some cutsie icon that I have constructed. I have many thoughts rolling around in my little brain at the moment and I am not sure where to start exactly.
Here is a good start. From Dictionary.com
Perfectly
adv
Completely and without qualification; used informally as intensifiers
in a perfect faultless way
Skewed
Adjective
Having a oblique or slanting direction or position
I thought that I would take a risk and actually put my real picture at this blog rather than some cutsie icon that I have constructed. I have many thoughts rolling around in my little brain at the moment and I am not sure where to start exactly.
Here is a good start. From Dictionary.com
Perfectly
adv
Completely and without qualification; used informally as intensifiers
in a perfect faultless way
Skewed
Adjective
Having a oblique or slanting direction or position
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