What I want....

You know I've been asked what I want in a relationship alot of late...let me tell you what I want.
I want someone that is...

1. Financially stable.
2. Reliable.
3. Responsible.
4. Trustworthy.
5. Has their issues under control.
6. Self sufficient.

I mean am I being unrealistic? I don't want to be someones father. I want someone that will be a partner in the relationship. I don't need a liability. I want someone that understands that sometimes I need a little ME time. As I will respect that they do too.

Applications will be posted in the near future, so put a shine on that resume. And I will be checking references.

Ghetto Chucky

Ok let me set the stage for you.....I'm at work last night and we have a patient come in....Just for fun we'll call him Chucky. Now Chucky is all of 3 ft 6 in tall and about 100 pounds soaking wet. No he's not a pediatric patient, he's a midget. Seems Chucky has a bad habit of falling and always hitting his head. Maybe thats because it's so big and he's always drunk. I don't know, I may be wrong.
Now for the nurse side of things...We have Darryl at 6 ft 4 inches and 260 lbs, Tommy 5 ft 6 inches and 135 lbs (after a big meal), and me 6 ft 4 inches and 330 pounds (after purging). And of course we had other nurses there but they are not central to this post.
Now Chucky came in talking and cutting up like he normally does. For some reason after a while of being there he began to get more upset with us. He started to focus his anger at Darryl. I don't know, maybe cause he's black. We were able to talk him down a few times, but it seemed to escalate each time.
So anyway, I'm sitting where I can see Chucky. I see him reach into his pocket and pull out a lock blade knife. The blade is about 4 inches long. So anyway, I tell Darryl "Hey, he's got a knife." To Chucky I said " Now, you need to give us that knife." Chucky pounces off the end of the stretcher and starts to make threatening moves towards Darryl and of course mouthing at him. Darryl does what any self respecting man would do....He grabs up a chair like a lion tamer and wards off Chucky. In the meantime Tommy and I are circling around Chucky.
After a couple of minutes of trying to talk to him, we said to hell with it and we took him down. I grabbed the knife arm and his other arm and Tommy grabbed him too. Darryl drops the chair and grabs ahold of him too. Tommy was able to break his grip on the knife and get it away from him. Now picture this, 725 pounds of nurse on 100 pounds of deranged knife weilding patient. If it wasn't so serious of a situation it might have been comical.
Darryl and I picked him up and returned him to the stretcher where we restrained him 'til the police came. And of course we all had to make statements to security. Darryl pressed charges and had to go downtown.
Just another night at the trauma center. like Rachel says...YOU JUST CANT MAKE THIS SHIT UP!