Little Amy, Big World.

I'll be straightforward when I start by saying -- This is going to be one random post. I promise it'll be fun.

I'll start on a happy note.

A 100 year-old beautiful little lady/some would call a cougar gets married to an 87 year old that she fell in love with in her nursing home. And I love it. It made me cry just seeing her in that wedding gown, being wheeled down the aisle. And how she was talking about how in the old days, weddings were so simple -- bouquets picked from the backyard garden, it makes me want to live in the 1940's. Things were so much simpler back then. Well, love is real. Love is everywhere. And no matter how old you are, love is beautiful. The end.

Next on the agenda, iPods and headphones. Two things I miss about NYC. The majority of NYC pedestrians/public transit riders have headphones on- talking on the phone, or listening to music. As soon as I walk out of work, I just want to be in my zone. Yeah, my car is like a 3 minute walk away, but the urge to put headphones on usually gets the best of me. And I walk through the hospital with them on, and people look at me weird. Like I'm an outcast, or an angst teen or something. I don't really care what they think, but come on people, catch up on the trend. Headphones and music are in fact cool.

I miss my little sister, too. I want to take care of her and give her presents every day and be her personal nurse.

Oh, and I guess I miss that little baby I'm holding there too. I now stalk him via twitter -- True story, big sister problems forever.

I'm kind of like a mom, let's be honest. Well, Jackson and I have deemed me "caregiver Amy" , which can be good and bad (but I find it very fitting; that's my personality).

Why do we have to grow up...And why do I hate working the night shift, and why does my body hate me? So many unanswered questions. I have been one hot mess lately -- But I'm hanging in there. I'm trying. I'm trying hard.