That Horrible Feeling

You know that horrible feeling when your alarm clock goes off and you just dread having to get up to face the day?

I had actually forgotten what that was like. My alarm during surgery would go off at 0615h and I never hit 'snooze' once. I was always so excited to see what the day would bring.

Yeah...not so much these days. Hit snooze about 6 times today, couldn't get my act together fast enough to pack a lunch, was almost late so I had to park in the PAY parkade (12 Euro!), and race up to the ward with non-ironed pants and no breakfast.

Aaaaannnnnnnnnd my consultant was 30 mins late for ward rounds.


Perfect.

It's What's Under the Tweed

So Jerry and I are driving yesterday and somehow we got on the conversation about our 'stripper names'--you know, where you take your first pet's name and your mothers maiden name.

"Mine is decent, it's Fancy Taylor."

"Yeah, that is pretty good."

"I dated a guy once whose stripper name would have been, Waggles Moorehead...you can't really top that one."

"What about mine? It's Huxley Morse."

"Huxley Morse? I think that is the worst stripper name I've ever heard...it doesn't conjure anything sexy...sounds more like a Masterpiece Theater stripper name, or a stripper who wears tweed..."

"Yeah, but it's what's UNDER the tweed that counts baby."

There are some statements that a girl just can't argue with. There are also some statements that are so bizarre and hilarious one just has to write them down.

Geographically Challenged

Many of you who know me can attest to the fact that there are times when I am geographically challenged. I blame this on my mother, of course. Mostly for not breast feeding me long enough (4 months) but also because she is very spacially/geographically challenged....no, geographically 'retarded' is a better word for it.

Today I added to "Revealing my Intellectual Achilles" list when I arrived at the gym. The woman who works the desk is very pleasant and we usually have a little banter before I head inside. Today she said to me, "Oh! what did you get up to today in this gorgeous sunshine?"

"Oh, my friend and I took her dog out to some lake and just had a nice picnic while the doggy played in the water...it was a beautiful spot!" I replied.

"Which lake did you go to?"

"You know, the one down the road that has the kayak rental place on it...not much of a beach but a few campsites..."

"Umm...that is the ocean, not a lake...this is an island remember??"

"Heh...right...island" as I think to myself--THAT is why the water level changed so much in the time we were there!!

She was very polite and proceeded to listed a bunch of lakes that are, in fact, in the area...

Yup. Another one to add to the list.

Washington DC, not in Washington...check.

Don't have to drive through downtown to get to Whistler from Vancouver...check.

When the water level of a 'lake' goes down dramatically in a few hours and you are on an island--you are probably staring at the ocean not a lake...check.

Nothing Is Sacred

I couldn't help it...John sent me this email today and it is by far the funniest thing I've received as a result of my recent acceptance to medical school.

I had to post it.

Sorry John.

Nothing is sacred...(The funniest part is I almost look like I almost have a smile on my face or like I am humming "hum de hum de hum...I love ironing my man's shirts for him....hum de hum"!) Here is the email:

yeah baby!!!

'bout friggin time eh?

finally an admissions crew with a head on their shoulders...well done! (you should get your SAS qualifications while you're at it)

Ireland is sooo much cooler than some island in the baking sun.

but don't get ahead of yourself...'cuz you'll always have people to remind you who.....you REALLY are!!!! (see incriminating photo below...)

...you missed a wrinkle....