You don't even know my name

I very rarely call my husband by his given name. Usually I call him Bird. I have no idea why, it just feels right. I also call him boogy, again for no apparent reason. Now his friends are starting to call him bird, or birdie. My hubby is awesome. He is 42 years old. He drives tractor trailers for a living. He hunts rabbits with our dogs. He is one of the smartest people I know. This year he has decided to go back to college. I could not be more proud of him. Right now he is just taking one class, an online basic math course, through our local community college. He is doing amazing, especially since he has not had a math class in about thiry years. I took a look at his high school transcript when he applied to college. He had english, metal shop, wood shop, 2 semesters of CERAMICS, and 2 semesters of home economics. Apparently if you graduated in 1983 it was more important to make an ashtray than to be able to solve for x. So this math course he is taking is self paced and pretty muh self taught. I think its wicked cool that he is teaching himself algebra, fractions, and all that other good stuff. His avererage is a 98, wicked eh? He will be taking more classes this spring term. When I get my RN( hopefully in 2010) he will be able to go to school full time. He wants to do something with the environment.

I am a full time first year nursing student. It scared the bejesus out of me to go back to school at my age, but I love it. I am doing very well in all my classes. Last year I took all my prerequisites(statistics, psych, english 101 &102, developmental psych, sociology...) I had a 4.0 average. I was so proud of myself. This year is a little harder, but that just means I have to work a little harder.

For the last 2 months Bird has been out of work. To make a long story even longer, he had frost bitten his fingers a few years ago and now they are very susceptible to the cold. Well one day in June he was working down in New Jersey and it was about 100 degrees. He cranked up the air conditioning in he his truck and held his hand in front of it. The next day one of his fingers started to fester. It was pure agony for him, he couldnt sleep, he couldnt work, he just hurt. The first doctor we went to gave him Silvadene to put on it. This just made his finger worse, the flesh sloughed off down to the bone. This went on for a month, he went to a plastic surgeon who wanted to cut the top of the finger off. Finally we found a wound clinic and it started to heal. It still hasnt totally healed, but he is back to work. He missed 2 months of work. We spent a lot of time together. So he went back to work last week, and I had been trying to study for an anatomy&physiology and a nursing test. The problem was that he was home and every time I cracked open a book to study, his mouth would open. It was uncanny. But I love him anyways, and would not have him any other way