One of my favourite songs of all time. Does not hurt that he is SO HOT lol. Yummy!
Well brunettes are fine man
And blondes are fun
But when it comes to getting a dirty job done
I'll take a red headed woman
A red headed woman
It takes a red headed woman
To get a dirty job done
Well listen up stud
Your life's been wasted
Til you've got down on your knees and tasted
A red headed woman
A red headed woman
It takes a red headed woman
To get a dirty job done
Tight skirt, strawberry hair
Tell me what you've got, baby, waiting under there
Big green eyes that look like, son
They can see every cheap thing that you ever done
Well I don't know how many girls you've dated, man
But you ain't lived til you've had your tires rotated
By a red headed woman
A red headed woman
It takes a red headed woman
To get a dirty job done
After my recent stay in the Hospital I wrote a thank you note to the staff on the Emergency Floor as well as the 2nd floor of the Milton Hospital. I have not been floored by something so debilitating in a very long while and I know I owe my sanity largely to the nurses who took such good care of me. I don't believ e they are thanked nearly often enough nor told/shown the gratitude and results of their care.
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In a blind sea of pain all I was aware of were gentle hands. In a
world of agony were compassionate murmurs. Sympathetic voices kept me
from giving in to hopelesss hysterics .
I know there are worst cases, crueler agonies and more hopeless cries
but for me that night and the following, I had never hurt so much for so long nor sobbed
so hard.
The tenderness and heartfelt sympathies were the buoys I clung to as
each agonizing wave crashed over me threatening to take me under for
good. Quiet reassurances kept me afloat just long enough.
My sobbed apologies for the crybaby tears, the vomit and urine soaked
beds were consistently met with compassionate reassurance and
sympathy. The tiny part of my mind that was not flailing helplessly
against a hurt I could not overcome noticed each tender voice even if
the words were unclear, the meaning was unmistakable. "I am here, I
hear you, I won't forget you, I will help."
Thank you to the staff of Milton Hospital, in particular the
Emergency Staff, X-Ray Nurses and 2nd Floor Nurses. And my most
ardent and heartfelt gratitude to the Nurses/Ladies who,
regardless of their workload and personal exhaustion, always took the
time to comfort me, reassure me and promised to keep trying until I
felt better.
My gratitude and appreciation is heartfelt. Thank you
