My boobs were my tools of the trade for almost 20 months.

Once my youngest daughter weaned herself from the Magical Boob Juice, the fun really began!

(And by fun we all know I mean chaos!)

Pull up a chair, sit a while, read a few pages.

Keep and open mind and a joyful heart and you too can get pumped into the world of The Milk Maid.


Find Wall, Bang Head, Repeat As Needed.

Today was the first day in almost 5 whole weeks of phlebotomy-ing that I really really wanted to mame behead squash a child into tiny little pieces...

The Scene: The pediatric phlebotomy/lab area

The Victim: A pre-coffee, pre-breakfast, pre-menstrual Milk Maid

The Culprit: Very tall, very muscular 10 year old boy

The Crime (according to Boy): Did not want a "booboo" on his "little tiny finger". He whine*cry*sniffle wanted his "mommy". "Nooooo booooooboooooo nooooooo!"

The Crime (according to Milk Maid): Whiny boy in need of parental supervision, a set of testicles, and some added testosterone.

To The Rescue: MB (my pedi-partner) who ran through the door and said, "My gosh I thought that you were killing a baby!"

--The Milk Maid says her ears still ring with the sound that surely bellows forth from the depths of Hell.

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B said...

You should have grabbed his crotch and told him to grow a set!

twondra said...

Too funny!

battynurse said...

ok, so I'm laughing my ass off at B's comment. I was going to ask if you've had one faint on you yet. Those are fun. I found out quickly that the kids were more likely to faint than adults when a pedatrician moved in next door. Hang in there.

my cowgirl alter-ego said...

You and B are a little too much alike sometimes. And you have needles. That's scary!

Candace said...

A, I am sooo happy to be back to read your hillary-ass posts girl. Do you like my NEW word - Hillary-ass? I made it up JUST for you!!

Go for Blood girlie!