Showing posts with label Love Thursday. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Love Thursday. Show all posts
Thursday, May 05, 2011
Whoops.
Since I missed Wordless Wednesday, I give you this, which I just love. It's a photo essay on dogs in the military. The pictures are awesome, but the copy is useful too. Did you know war dogs in Vietnam were considered surplus equipment and left behind when the war ended?? Shameful. Fortunately, the military has since seen the error of their ways (at least about this; there's always room for improvement).
Thursday, April 14, 2011
Thursday, March 31, 2011
Love Thursday
Ten things I love (in no particular order)....
I love vacation.
I love good news from good friends.
I love some particular friends of mine who don't have such good news tonight.
I love iTunes and loud, good music.
I love that feeling I have when I leave the chiropractor and it feels like my body is actually aligned for a moment.
I love dinner at Shady Pines with my parents and their spunky, hilarious, kind friends.
I love that my parents have crafted a whole circle of friends at Shady Pines.
I love that I'm finally a redhead again.
I love that my trainer used the word "athletic" to describe my work at the gym today (bless his delusional little heart).
I love that I have the world's best dog and a furry houseguest who purrs (if only dogs could purr!).
I love vacation.
I love good news from good friends.
I love some particular friends of mine who don't have such good news tonight.
I love iTunes and loud, good music.
I love that feeling I have when I leave the chiropractor and it feels like my body is actually aligned for a moment.
I love dinner at Shady Pines with my parents and their spunky, hilarious, kind friends.
I love that my parents have crafted a whole circle of friends at Shady Pines.
I love that I'm finally a redhead again.
I love that my trainer used the word "athletic" to describe my work at the gym today (bless his delusional little heart).
I love that I have the world's best dog and a furry houseguest who purrs (if only dogs could purr!).
Thursday, February 24, 2011
Good things.
So Olga's doing a little better. Things are still tenuous, but the improvement makes me happy.
I also picked up my CPAP today, finally, finally. I'm going to try it out tonight; maybe I'll actually get some rest soon. I even got away with this itty bitty little nose mask thing they call nasal pillows. It's tiny! The machine also has a heated humidifier, which might even help my sinuses. Here's hoping...
I also picked up my CPAP today, finally, finally. I'm going to try it out tonight; maybe I'll actually get some rest soon. I even got away with this itty bitty little nose mask thing they call nasal pillows. It's tiny! The machine also has a heated humidifier, which might even help my sinuses. Here's hoping...
Thursday, February 17, 2011
Ow.
My head hurts.
I've apparently caught some GI bug that's going around.
Went to work today, though. Was queasy all day.
I do not love this Thursday...
I've apparently caught some GI bug that's going around.
Went to work today, though. Was queasy all day.
I do not love this Thursday...
Thursday, January 20, 2011
The things time doesn't heal
It's been a year today since my friend's mom died. The family has been in my thoughts all day. As has Patti, as you can imagine. I thought about her a lot this past weekend, as her son and daughter-in-law now live in the house she used to have. I miss her.
It's incredible to me that it's been a year. It's still a shame, you know? And it got me thinking about how these losses never get easy. It gets better over time, I really think it does, but it never goes away. There's always a gap there, a line that has ended, and no matter how hard you try, there's no filling that void. No amount of office work, of alcohol, food, drugs, sex, video games, any of the distractions we use can make us whole again, regardless of the mass quantities we might apply. Eventually, it gets integrated, it becomes part of who you are. There's a resignation and a familiarity about it. With work, with therapy, with time, it becomes less of a burden and more of a companion. You move on, but you carry it with you.
I think that's the best outcome we can hope for.
Grief is the risk you take by loving someone. It's not a new idea. And the fact is, you can't know one without the other. If you never grieve the people who leave you, it's because you don't invest yourself in them. And if you don't invest yourself, you never know the incredible power and goodness that comes from love and intimacy. In some ways, the grief replaces the person you lose, it stands next to you instead. But what it brings is not purely the pain of the loss; it anchors you to the memories. It remembers when you're afraid you won't. It brings to you a moment of wit, or insight, or comfort that the person might have offered. It hurts, but in the pain it reminds you how strong your love was.
I was driving home from picking up Maggie tonight, and my mom texted me that she loved me - a usual bedtime ritual. And for a small moment it made me sad, thinking that someday I'm going to miss that so much. And I started thinking about my grandmother - a kind, giving woman who helped raise me, and who died after a short illness when I was in junior high. And I started wondering what she would've done with a phone that could text. Would she have used it? Would she have had fun with it? I delved briefly into the fantasy that, wouldn't it be great if she could text me from wherever she is now? Oh, how I would love the chance to talk to her again. And I realized suddenly that I was crying pretty hard. It's been, what, twenty years? (Holy shit, is that right??! I'm pretty sure she died in August of 1991...holy cow....) And I started thinking about the memories I held so dear. I started thinking about her sister, who died not long ago, whom I also adored. And I cried harder. I loved them both so much.
It never lets you go.
And I think that's a good thing. I don't ever want to let go of people that mean so much to me.
It's incredible to me that it's been a year. It's still a shame, you know? And it got me thinking about how these losses never get easy. It gets better over time, I really think it does, but it never goes away. There's always a gap there, a line that has ended, and no matter how hard you try, there's no filling that void. No amount of office work, of alcohol, food, drugs, sex, video games, any of the distractions we use can make us whole again, regardless of the mass quantities we might apply. Eventually, it gets integrated, it becomes part of who you are. There's a resignation and a familiarity about it. With work, with therapy, with time, it becomes less of a burden and more of a companion. You move on, but you carry it with you.
I think that's the best outcome we can hope for.
Grief is the risk you take by loving someone. It's not a new idea. And the fact is, you can't know one without the other. If you never grieve the people who leave you, it's because you don't invest yourself in them. And if you don't invest yourself, you never know the incredible power and goodness that comes from love and intimacy. In some ways, the grief replaces the person you lose, it stands next to you instead. But what it brings is not purely the pain of the loss; it anchors you to the memories. It remembers when you're afraid you won't. It brings to you a moment of wit, or insight, or comfort that the person might have offered. It hurts, but in the pain it reminds you how strong your love was.
I was driving home from picking up Maggie tonight, and my mom texted me that she loved me - a usual bedtime ritual. And for a small moment it made me sad, thinking that someday I'm going to miss that so much. And I started thinking about my grandmother - a kind, giving woman who helped raise me, and who died after a short illness when I was in junior high. And I started wondering what she would've done with a phone that could text. Would she have used it? Would she have had fun with it? I delved briefly into the fantasy that, wouldn't it be great if she could text me from wherever she is now? Oh, how I would love the chance to talk to her again. And I realized suddenly that I was crying pretty hard. It's been, what, twenty years? (Holy shit, is that right??! I'm pretty sure she died in August of 1991...holy cow....) And I started thinking about the memories I held so dear. I started thinking about her sister, who died not long ago, whom I also adored. And I cried harder. I loved them both so much.
It never lets you go.
And I think that's a good thing. I don't ever want to let go of people that mean so much to me.
Thursday, January 06, 2011
Yardbird
Sometimes known to people up No'th as chicken.
Had a fine day at work, save for a parking ticket (not an undeserved one, but still). I was apparently supposed to do the journal club today, but never got the email, so we didn't have lecture. And my supervisor left early, and then my 3pm patient canceled, so I had a huge block of time in the middle of my afternoon. It was odd. I spent a lot of time doing paperwork and playing on Facebook.
After dinner, Garth and his son Kevin and I had dinner. Apparently this is a Thursday evening tradition for them, and they invited the lot of us along, which turned out to just be me (Larry was supposed to come as well, but hedecided to be lame got stuck at work). It was nice. We went to this Cajun place nearby, which is excellent. I had the yardbird basket, which is essentially chicken tenders. Not quite as good as the yardbird po'boy, but still mighty tasty. And the company was great. I don't think I've ever heard Kevin talk that much. Garth and I talked motorcycles a good portion of the time. Ginny showed up to show off her new haircut as I was leaving, so dropped Kevin off on my way home. We chatted a little, he was very polite and thanked me when we got to his house. Such a cute kid.
All in all, a good day (except for that parking ticket). And tomorrow's Friday! Can't beat that.
Had a fine day at work, save for a parking ticket (not an undeserved one, but still). I was apparently supposed to do the journal club today, but never got the email, so we didn't have lecture. And my supervisor left early, and then my 3pm patient canceled, so I had a huge block of time in the middle of my afternoon. It was odd. I spent a lot of time doing paperwork and playing on Facebook.
After dinner, Garth and his son Kevin and I had dinner. Apparently this is a Thursday evening tradition for them, and they invited the lot of us along, which turned out to just be me (Larry was supposed to come as well, but he
All in all, a good day (except for that parking ticket). And tomorrow's Friday! Can't beat that.
Thursday, December 16, 2010
Fiery Thursday
So I get up this morning, and the whole world is covered in ice.
It was starting to melt, but the roads were still crappy. I made it to coffee, which was lovely; made it to work, which was not. And of course Thursdays are the days that I run like a headless chicken to State Hospital in the afternoons. The roads were better, but naturally no one canceled until I got out there. Then? Everyone canceled. Even my supervisor. I still had a lot of work to do from the big house, though, so I thought, fine, I'll stay and do that.
Which, of course, I couldn't, because it wouldn't let me on to the medical record from SH.
Fine. So I took my ball and my bat and went home. As it were.
I got home, took the dog out, changed out of my wet (because it's still raining) work clothes and into my PJs. How nice, I think, to be doing my work at home, with my dog, in my PJs.....alls I need is a roaring fire. So I try to build one.
And fail.
So I try again. And fail. Try, fail, try, fail. Give up, whine to my friends over text message.
At which point Bill shows up at my door. Bill, who is the master of the fire pit. Builds me a fire in no time flat.
No problem. Milked that for a good four hours. It was lovely. It made all the note writing and collateral calling so much better.
I love a good fire. I love having a fireplace. And mostly? I love my friends.
It was starting to melt, but the roads were still crappy. I made it to coffee, which was lovely; made it to work, which was not. And of course Thursdays are the days that I run like a headless chicken to State Hospital in the afternoons. The roads were better, but naturally no one canceled until I got out there. Then? Everyone canceled. Even my supervisor. I still had a lot of work to do from the big house, though, so I thought, fine, I'll stay and do that.
Which, of course, I couldn't, because it wouldn't let me on to the medical record from SH.
Fine. So I took my ball and my bat and went home. As it were.
I got home, took the dog out, changed out of my wet (because it's still raining) work clothes and into my PJs. How nice, I think, to be doing my work at home, with my dog, in my PJs.....alls I need is a roaring fire. So I try to build one.
And fail.
So I try again. And fail. Try, fail, try, fail. Give up, whine to my friends over text message.
At which point Bill shows up at my door. Bill, who is the master of the fire pit. Builds me a fire in no time flat.
No problem. Milked that for a good four hours. It was lovely. It made all the note writing and collateral calling so much better.
I love a good fire. I love having a fireplace. And mostly? I love my friends.
Thursday, September 30, 2010
Sick Leave
Yeah, I've been sick. As in, sick. Like, I wasn't awake for much of Wednesday, except when I kept waking up in a sweat trying to break my 102 fever. I still rattle when I breathe, but my temp is down to low-grade and I'm planning on going to work tomorrow.
So let me get caught up here...
Tuesday, my blog would've said something about how I came home early from work and was so not feeling good. And how I blamed Peng. Or Jen. Even though by then I was thinking it was the THING that everyone in the department has caught or currently has. And even though I work with both of them, it's hard to assign blame that specifically.....
Wordless Wednesday would've been a picture of my beautiful puppy enjoying the beach breeze.
And for Love Thursday, here's a couple of short lists.
5 Things I love about a sick day:
1. A completely legitimate excuse to get caught up on my DVR.
2. Strawberry Fruit 'n' Juice bars
3. My previous officemate, Peng, for covering the unit for me; Mike, for offering to not make me dump it on Peng; and my current officemate, Cleo, for doing her best to take are of me even though I wouldn't let her and that baby anywhere near my airspace. It's nice to know there are people down here who would come to my aid if things got any worse than the flu.
4. My nurse Maggie.
5. Really, really, really a lot of totally guilt-free rainy day naps.
5 Things I hate about a sick day:
1. That whole "being sick" thing.
2. Being quarantined away from my parents.
3. Missing our morning coffee roundtable (although - AHEM - I didn't see any of y'all offering to bring me soup. Just sayin'.), my friends, coworkers, and favorite patients.
4. Missing my Wednesday in Raleigh, which is my favorite day of work.
5. In the shower tonight (my first in a few days, I concede), I blew my nose (hush, you do it too). And popped my right eardrum in some sort of way that really pissed it off. So here I am, in the shower, with horrific vertigo. I can't stand up if I open my eyes vertigo. I tried to pop my ears again. I tried sniffing and blowing and poking at my ears and panting and everything else I could think of to dislodge that bubble, and yet nothing worked. I was about thirty seconds away from calling a friend of mine and saying "Help! I'm stuck in my shower!" when I realized - phone? Totally in the other room.
The moment when, while clutching to the wall and curtain and climbing out of said shower, the bubble finally popped? THAT makes the LOVE list. Whew!
So let me get caught up here...
Tuesday, my blog would've said something about how I came home early from work and was so not feeling good. And how I blamed Peng. Or Jen. Even though by then I was thinking it was the THING that everyone in the department has caught or currently has. And even though I work with both of them, it's hard to assign blame that specifically.....
Wordless Wednesday would've been a picture of my beautiful puppy enjoying the beach breeze.
And for Love Thursday, here's a couple of short lists.
5 Things I love about a sick day:
1. A completely legitimate excuse to get caught up on my DVR.
2. Strawberry Fruit 'n' Juice bars
3. My previous officemate, Peng, for covering the unit for me; Mike, for offering to not make me dump it on Peng; and my current officemate, Cleo, for doing her best to take are of me even though I wouldn't let her and that baby anywhere near my airspace. It's nice to know there are people down here who would come to my aid if things got any worse than the flu.
4. My nurse Maggie.
5. Really, really, really a lot of totally guilt-free rainy day naps.
5 Things I hate about a sick day:
1. That whole "being sick" thing.
2. Being quarantined away from my parents.
3. Missing our morning coffee roundtable (although - AHEM - I didn't see any of y'all offering to bring me soup. Just sayin'.), my friends, coworkers, and favorite patients.
4. Missing my Wednesday in Raleigh, which is my favorite day of work.
5. In the shower tonight (my first in a few days, I concede), I blew my nose (hush, you do it too). And popped my right eardrum in some sort of way that really pissed it off. So here I am, in the shower, with horrific vertigo. I can't stand up if I open my eyes vertigo. I tried to pop my ears again. I tried sniffing and blowing and poking at my ears and panting and everything else I could think of to dislodge that bubble, and yet nothing worked. I was about thirty seconds away from calling a friend of mine and saying "Help! I'm stuck in my shower!" when I realized - phone? Totally in the other room.
The moment when, while clutching to the wall and curtain and climbing out of said shower, the bubble finally popped? THAT makes the LOVE list. Whew!
Thursday, September 02, 2010
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Thursday, August 26, 2010
The return of Love Thursday
Ten things I love on the late-summer Thursday:
1. My job, particularly at the state hospital clinic.
2. This killer burrito place located near State Hospital, from where I had lunch today. Chicken Verde Deluxe. SO GOOD.
3. My morning ritual of meeting my coffee friends at the coffee shop. It's even better when I can actually stick around a little longer (or they get there a little earlier).
4. The Medium Skim Half-Caf Carmella that accompanies #3. Also scores in the "SO GOOD" category. The shop was out of caramel sauce for a few days and tried to give me caramel syrup, and it just wasn't the same...
5. The abundance of pregnant women at work. Although it's a little creepy (dude. Seriously. There has to be something in the water), it's like a forest of trees in bloom. And it makes me miss OB a little, which I sublimate into the knitting of multiple blankets.
6. One particular non-work friend who has been wanting so very much to be pregnant, and finally is. It makes me mist up a little.
7. The crazy cute babies that accompany 5, and will accompany 6.
8. My Jeep. It still makes me happy.
9. The beach!! Where I will be going a week from tomorrow. Assuming the real estate company doesn't screw up our reservation yet again.
10. North Carolina storms. Maybe even at the beach. I looooove a good thunderstorm. Maggie? Not so much. But then she gets all snuggly, which makes me love them even more.
1. My job, particularly at the state hospital clinic.
2. This killer burrito place located near State Hospital, from where I had lunch today. Chicken Verde Deluxe. SO GOOD.
3. My morning ritual of meeting my coffee friends at the coffee shop. It's even better when I can actually stick around a little longer (or they get there a little earlier).
4. The Medium Skim Half-Caf Carmella that accompanies #3. Also scores in the "SO GOOD" category. The shop was out of caramel sauce for a few days and tried to give me caramel syrup, and it just wasn't the same...
5. The abundance of pregnant women at work. Although it's a little creepy (dude. Seriously. There has to be something in the water), it's like a forest of trees in bloom. And it makes me miss OB a little, which I sublimate into the knitting of multiple blankets.
6. One particular non-work friend who has been wanting so very much to be pregnant, and finally is. It makes me mist up a little.
7. The crazy cute babies that accompany 5, and will accompany 6.
8. My Jeep. It still makes me happy.
9. The beach!! Where I will be going a week from tomorrow. Assuming the real estate company doesn't screw up our reservation yet again.
10. North Carolina storms. Maybe even at the beach. I looooove a good thunderstorm. Maggie? Not so much. But then she gets all snuggly, which makes me love them even more.
Thursday, August 19, 2010
Bleh
The internet is down at my house.
It will be fixed Saturday, or so they allege.
I don't care if it IS Thursday, I do not love this!
Oh, and, the little brown mouse? (Who was, for the record, not the mouse in the picture. That was a Google stock photo somewhere.) He is no more. RIP, little brown mouse. In better news, the second trap is currently mouse-free, so maybe there was just one.
And in news I *do* love - it's almost Friday!! Which is two weeks to the beach! Woo-hoo!!!
That is all for this Stream of Consciousness Thursday....
It will be fixed Saturday, or so they allege.
I don't care if it IS Thursday, I do not love this!
Oh, and, the little brown mouse? (Who was, for the record, not the mouse in the picture. That was a Google stock photo somewhere.) He is no more. RIP, little brown mouse. In better news, the second trap is currently mouse-free, so maybe there was just one.
And in news I *do* love - it's almost Friday!! Which is two weeks to the beach! Woo-hoo!!!
That is all for this Stream of Consciousness Thursday....
Thursday, August 12, 2010
And then there's the very short chairs
Ten ways you know you're a child psychiatrist:
1. Whatever it is, you don't prescribe it unless you know if it comes in a liquid.
2. There's a dollhouse in your office.
3. You're standing in the Barnes and Noble, and realize that the blood-curdling wails of the child melting down in the Kids' section for the last ten minutes didn't even make a ding on your radar (this might have happened to me yesterday).
4. You've spent an entire therapy session playing chess, and gathered a lot of data from that.
5. You realize that half the notes you've taken lately are in crayon.
6. You frequently have to stop yourself from turning to strangers' children and saying "1.....2....."
7. You often resist the urge to do the same to your colleagues.
8. You think the whole world can be explained by attachment theory.
9. You can speak for a good five minutes entirely using acronyms.
10. Your patients repeatedly use nonsense words, Twilight references, and text speak in therapy sessions (ZOMG!).
I so love my job.
1. Whatever it is, you don't prescribe it unless you know if it comes in a liquid.
2. There's a dollhouse in your office.
3. You're standing in the Barnes and Noble, and realize that the blood-curdling wails of the child melting down in the Kids' section for the last ten minutes didn't even make a ding on your radar (this might have happened to me yesterday).
4. You've spent an entire therapy session playing chess, and gathered a lot of data from that.
5. You realize that half the notes you've taken lately are in crayon.
6. You frequently have to stop yourself from turning to strangers' children and saying "1.....2....."
7. You often resist the urge to do the same to your colleagues.
8. You think the whole world can be explained by attachment theory.
9. You can speak for a good five minutes entirely using acronyms.
10. Your patients repeatedly use nonsense words, Twilight references, and text speak in therapy sessions (ZOMG!).
I so love my job.
Thursday, July 29, 2010
Tired Thursday
I'm home. I'm exhausted. And I'm going to bed shortly.
I still hate funerals. But, in the spirit of Love Thursday (which I haven't done in a while, I know), here's ten things I loved about this trip:
1. Being surrounded by family. I forget sometimes how much I enjoy them.
2. The fact that we could put the things that have complicated our relationships aside to come together and support each other. It's a shame it sometimes takes a tragedy.
3. How Greeks take at least 30 minutes to say goodbye.
4. How my "little cousins" are growing into such good and thoughtful people.
5. Having a conversation about tutti-frutti naturopathic stuff with my cousin while sitting at her kitchen table eating chocolate covered espresso beans.
6. Feeling like at least some of my family has started thinking of me as an adult (even if, in that context, I don't always).
7. Time to think while driving through beautiful scenery.
8. Satellite radio.
9. How well my folks did. Also how well they did with Mags.
10. That I have awesome people back home who could hold down the fort and let me be gone for three days on a day's notice.
I still hate funerals. But, in the spirit of Love Thursday (which I haven't done in a while, I know), here's ten things I loved about this trip:
1. Being surrounded by family. I forget sometimes how much I enjoy them.
2. The fact that we could put the things that have complicated our relationships aside to come together and support each other. It's a shame it sometimes takes a tragedy.
3. How Greeks take at least 30 minutes to say goodbye.
4. How my "little cousins" are growing into such good and thoughtful people.
5. Having a conversation about tutti-frutti naturopathic stuff with my cousin while sitting at her kitchen table eating chocolate covered espresso beans.
6. Feeling like at least some of my family has started thinking of me as an adult (even if, in that context, I don't always).
7. Time to think while driving through beautiful scenery.
8. Satellite radio.
9. How well my folks did. Also how well they did with Mags.
10. That I have awesome people back home who could hold down the fort and let me be gone for three days on a day's notice.
Thursday, July 22, 2010
Rock Lobster
Today the stuff arrived from Chicago. I'm totally exhausted. The move that was supposed to be over around noon turned into a nine-hour chaotic affair. Stuff is missing. Stuff was busted. Not the least issue - they forgot to put the beds on the truck. But a lot of stuff made it just fine. My house is much more full of very nice things, not the least of which is a real bedroom set (well, most of it...one of the dressers was broken and then erroneously ended up in storage. But regardless, it's the first time I've had a dresser in, like, five years) and my great-grandmother's piano.
I also acquired one hell of a sunburn standing outside directing the movers. I'm a total lobster. It's really unfortunate...
Nonetheless. I'm so very grateful to all the people who helped pack, and especially to Robin and Claudia, Brett, Ali, and Jer, for being so un-fucking-believably awesome. Love you guys.
More tomorrow. Did I mention the exhaustion?
I also acquired one hell of a sunburn standing outside directing the movers. I'm a total lobster. It's really unfortunate...
Nonetheless. I'm so very grateful to all the people who helped pack, and especially to Robin and Claudia, Brett, Ali, and Jer, for being so un-fucking-believably awesome. Love you guys.
More tomorrow. Did I mention the exhaustion?
Thursday, June 24, 2010
Try some oregano
It's the end of an era.
The Pink Office is breaking up next week. PenguinShrink, Ruthie and I have been together for two years now. We definitely have the most fun office in the group (and probably the least productive). But over the course of the next week, Ruthie is moving in with Sparrow and Molly, Peng is moving over to the child fellow offices and in with the Fresca-addicted JD, and Cleo and I will get Chief's Office South up and running (also in the fellow offices). Change is inevitable, I suppose.
PenguinShrink, however, is missing from the Pink Office this week, off visiting family and doing the vacation thing. But this made me think of her - and also made me giggle a little - so, this one's for you, P.
The Pink Office is breaking up next week. PenguinShrink, Ruthie and I have been together for two years now. We definitely have the most fun office in the group (and probably the least productive). But over the course of the next week, Ruthie is moving in with Sparrow and Molly, Peng is moving over to the child fellow offices and in with the Fresca-addicted JD, and Cleo and I will get Chief's Office South up and running (also in the fellow offices). Change is inevitable, I suppose.
PenguinShrink, however, is missing from the Pink Office this week, off visiting family and doing the vacation thing. But this made me think of her - and also made me giggle a little - so, this one's for you, P.
Thursday, June 10, 2010
Ooh! It's another funny video!
I'll have some real content to post soon, I promise.
But in the meantime...apparently this group of soldiers had a little time on their hands and made this parody of the Lady Gaga video for one of the soldiers' wives who really liked the song. And Ruthie shared it with me this am, so now I'm sharing it with you.
But in the meantime...apparently this group of soldiers had a little time on their hands and made this parody of the Lady Gaga video for one of the soldiers' wives who really liked the song. And Ruthie shared it with me this am, so now I'm sharing it with you.
Thursday, May 20, 2010
Funny stuff
Little Kate sent me a fabulous email this evening. It cracked me up, and I thought I'd share. Some of these are just. so. true....
Grown Up Truths
1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.
4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.
5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
6. Was learning cursive really necessary?
7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.
10. Bad decisions make good stories.
11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again.
13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.
14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this - ever.
15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damn it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voice mail. What did you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?
16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
17. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with some kind of alcohol than Kay.
20. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.
21. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.
22. I would rather try to carry 10 over-loaded plastic bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
23. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.
24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
25. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?
26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!
27. Shirts get dirty. Underwear get dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
28. Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber & dumber every year?
29. There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
30. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate bicyclists.
31. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
32. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my ass everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time!
Grown Up Truths
1. I think part of a best friend's job should be to immediately clear your computer history if you die.
2. Nothing sucks more than that moment during an argument when you realize you're wrong.
3. I totally take back all those times I didn't want to nap when I was younger.
4. There is great need for a sarcasm font.
5. How the hell are you supposed to fold a fitted sheet?
6. Was learning cursive really necessary?
7. Map Quest really needs to start their directions on #5. I'm pretty sure I know how to get out of my neighborhood.
8. Obituaries would be a lot more interesting if they told you how the person died.
9. I can't remember the last time I wasn't at least kind of tired.
10. Bad decisions make good stories.
11. You never know when it will strike, but there comes a moment at work when you know that you just aren't going to do anything productive for the rest of the day.
12. Can we all just agree to ignore whatever comes after Blue Ray? I don't want to have to restart my collection...again.
13. I'm always slightly terrified when I exit out of Word and it asks me if I want to save any changes to my ten-page technical report that I swear I did not make any changes to.
14. "Do not machine wash or tumble dry" means I will never wash this - ever.
15. I hate when I just miss a call by the last ring (Hello? Hello? Damn it!), but when I immediately call back, it rings nine times and goes to voice mail. What did you do after I didn't answer? Drop the phone and run away?
16. I hate leaving my house confident and looking good and then not seeing anyone of importance the entire day. What a waste.
17. I keep some people's phone numbers in my phone just so I know not to answer when they call.
18. I think the freezer deserves a light as well.
19. I disagree with Kay Jewelers. I would bet on any given Friday or Saturday night more kisses begin with some kind of alcohol than Kay.
20. I wish Google Maps had an "Avoid Ghetto" routing option.
21. Sometimes, I'll watch a movie that I watched when I was younger and suddenly realize I had no idea what the heck was going on when I first saw it.
22. I would rather try to carry 10 over-loaded plastic bags in each hand than take 2 trips to bring my groceries in.
23. The only time I look forward to a red light is when I'm trying to finish a text.
24. I have a hard time deciphering the fine line between boredom and hunger.
25. How many times is it appropriate to say "What?" before you just nod and smile because you still didn't hear or understand a word they said?
26. I love the sense of camaraderie when an entire line of cars team up to prevent a jerk from cutting in at the front. Stay strong, brothers and sisters!
27. Shirts get dirty. Underwear get dirty. Pants? Pants never get dirty, and you can wear them forever.
28. Is it just me or do high school kids get dumber & dumber every year?
29. There's no worse feeling than that millisecond you're sure you are going to die after leaning your chair back a little too far.
30. As a driver I hate pedestrians, and as a pedestrian I hate drivers, but no matter what the mode of transportation, I always hate bicyclists.
31. Sometimes I'll look down at my watch 3 consecutive times and still not know what time it is.
32. Even under ideal conditions people have trouble locating their car keys in a pocket, finding their cell phone, and Pinning the Tail on the Donkey - but I'd bet my ass everyone can find and push the snooze button from 3 feet away, in about 1.7 seconds, eyes closed, first time, every time!
Thursday, March 25, 2010
More awesome linkiness
Check this out. It's one of the coolest things I've seen in a while.
19 hours until vacation....I can hardly stand it............................
19 hours until vacation....I can hardly stand it............................
Thursday, March 18, 2010
Less stuck
I finally made it home (it's quarter to 11), safe and sound. And don't worry, sadly enough there was no TWD involved in the last post. It was a lot of typing while parked on the I-40 (they do a lot of road construction at night, here, which is great during rush hour. Less great when you're stuck for-EVER when you don't expect to be and are already getting home late).
Maggie was excited. And I so totally love our dog sitter. I left him a note that today was her birthday and she was nine; he wrote back saying she got extra treats and he sang her happy birthday.
She really is the best dog ever. It worries me that she's getting up in years. Not that she knows that, so don't tell her. She still acts like a crazy puppy.
One of my patients had a great moment in therapy today. It was really phenomenal.
Sparrow is an aunt!! Her little niece hatched today. She's very cute in pictures. Sparrow's flying south tomorrow to snuggle her in person. I'm a tiny bit jealous.
Oh! And! Today was Match Day, so we got a whole crop of new soon-to-be-interns. I think we got a really good group of incoming colleagues.
Tonight was also my last Mindfulness class. That course wound up being better than I expected from the first few sessions. It turned out to be an interesting bunch. I wish it had been a few weeks longer, because I feel like we were just starting to really hit our dynamic.
Today was actually kind of rough, but on the whole, I kept being reminded that I have really good people in my life. Which is what I'm choosing to take away from today.
Maggie was excited. And I so totally love our dog sitter. I left him a note that today was her birthday and she was nine; he wrote back saying she got extra treats and he sang her happy birthday.
She really is the best dog ever. It worries me that she's getting up in years. Not that she knows that, so don't tell her. She still acts like a crazy puppy.
One of my patients had a great moment in therapy today. It was really phenomenal.
Sparrow is an aunt!! Her little niece hatched today. She's very cute in pictures. Sparrow's flying south tomorrow to snuggle her in person. I'm a tiny bit jealous.
Oh! And! Today was Match Day, so we got a whole crop of new soon-to-be-interns. I think we got a really good group of incoming colleagues.
Tonight was also my last Mindfulness class. That course wound up being better than I expected from the first few sessions. It turned out to be an interesting bunch. I wish it had been a few weeks longer, because I feel like we were just starting to really hit our dynamic.
Today was actually kind of rough, but on the whole, I kept being reminded that I have really good people in my life. Which is what I'm choosing to take away from today.
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