I'm not one of those cops that goes for nurses.
'S'matter of fact, my one dalliance with one was right before I met my wife, and said wife now kinda growls at the mere utterance of that particular healing professional's name.
Of course, I did spend a week in a cabin in the woods of Georgia with an ER nurse, a few years back... but all he and I did was hunt and talk guns with Tamara and my dad and John Shirley.
But anyway, I've finally followed Ambulance Driver's sycophantic and lusty directives to BabsRN's site, and I'm hooked; that site's now a daily reader. The lady can write.
Labels: Blogger, linky love, Other blogs, public service message
posted by Matt G @ 11:59 PM
9 Comments:
Mea culpa, dude. She's all that and a bag of pretzels, too. ;)
...the Hell you doin' up this hour, boy? Ainchoo some sorta hotshot, has some seniority, gets to sleep when that big yellow ball of heat is out of the sky?
...Or are we pining?
Heh.
I wondered where that High Road PM referral came from and what that was about...
:) ...and awww shucks...
Eh?
What's that?
Babs, my buddy Byron (the aforementioned ER RN), of up Waynesboro-way, is a true suthuhn gentleman of the old school.
One evening around a campfire, as Byron finished describing his view on a topic that merited a dollop of Southern honour, Tamara remarked, "None of that would have made any sense if it hadn't been said in that magnolia accent."
Hate to say it, but it did sorta give you the context. Byron's a true Deep South resident who has pride of heritage without a trace of resentment constant. Look him up sometime; his converstions give me peace. (Y'all make yourselves 'way too easy to find. You know that, don'tcha?)
LOL "What's that"? I clicked on that mention of the GA Nurse and it went straight to his High Road forum profile. I had gotten a sitemeter referral yesterday from somebody's private message through that forum. It picqued my curiosity. The visit was from Keysville, GA - not far from Waynesboro. So I added 2 and 2 and maybe came up with 4... or 5.
Oh yeah, darlin', everybody's easy to find if you know how. Just ask the guy who tried to pretend he wasn't married - and whose in-laws, at their request after a phone call was made, received 61 pages of evidence sent priority mail, restricted delivery (so that he couldn't intercept it) from five of the (that we know of) seven women worldwide that he was scamming.
Courtesy of yours truly.
Anybody can find anybody if they set their mind to it.
Well, Men Are Pigs. (Head bowed in shame of my gender.)
Unfortunately, that makes 'em a fine match for a scarey portion of women... (Head bowed in sorrow for my favorite gender.)
Grin. I cannot tell a lie-- I sent Byron a PM, asking if he knew who you were, and mentioned to him that I thought it was foolish of you to put your zip in your URL, before realizing the you put your hometown (of pop. 2k!) in your profile! Sigh. The paranoia can kick in rather heavily, at times....
Anyway, I added your URL to my PM to Byron, which he prol'ly clicked on.... and there's your hit.
For what it's worth, ths is part of the due diligence that new links on my blogroll get-- don't wanna put a psycho on there; 't'would represent me poorly.
It's okay hun - my address is one that cannot be found on any internet mapping service anywhere. Rural Georgia and GPS don't go together very well at all.
And even if it did, certain state professional regulatory agencies publish all of our home addresses for all to see anyway. And share those lists with vendors. Which I wish they'd stop.
"For what it's worth, ths is part of the due diligence that new links on my blogroll get-- don't wanna put a psycho on there; 't'would represent me poorly."
I must have caught you in a weak moment.
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