Jul 17, 2007

Countdown to the boards...

So, I'm probably not going to post until after my board exams in just under a month. To tide you over until then, here's the "best of" reel.

I went to see the fifth Harry Potter movie - I liked it alright. I'm more excited about the last book coming out next weekend. Saturday is my day for Harry Potter, and I will most likely cry at the end. Everyone who is surprised that I'm such a nerd, raise your hands ... nobody? Very good.

Wistar got a job editing porn erotica. She read me some, and it was pretty terrible. I'd provide quotes, but my mom reads this blog.

Davina told me that she has a pathological fear of doors with push bars, because she often has trouble figuring out which end to push. She worries about this whenever she approaches a door that doesn't have a knob or handle. I laughed right in her face.

My colleague FV returned from her trip, looking quite tan. Tanning and sunburns fascinate me, especially when you can push on someone's skin and it changes colors. You can even use two fingers and the thumb of your opposite hand to make a smiley face!

My mother came to visit me, which was fun. She cleaned my house (against my wishes), which was awesome. She's pretty much the only person who's ever vacuumed in here.

I'm studying like a fiend, and I'm off to do more right now. Keep me in your thoughts, especially on August 15th and 16th! Smooches to Kara, Laura and Emily - godspeed, friends.

Jul 11, 2007

I already drink like a fish, so ...

Davina and I have resolved to start swimming at least twice a week. This promises to be highly amusing, as neither of us is a strong swimmer.

Davina: *clutching a pool noodle and kicking desperately* Warn me if I'm going to run into something!
Me: *standing in the thigh-high water next to her* Sure ... except, you're not really moving.

My major advantage over Davina is that fat floats, so I'm never in any real danger. Also, I can touch the bottom of the pool with my toes, even at the deep end. Yeah, I'm basically a giant.

But we always have a good time, so we've decided to name our little club (yes, two people can form a club - shut up). We're calling ourselves: Don't Laugh, You'll Drown. Catchy, eh? Davina even talked me into goggles and nose plugs - we really need to take pictures of that. Neither of us want to hold political office, anyway.

Also, my parents visited me for Independence Day. Here are the highlights:

Dad: How is Jo-jo?
Me: Jojo and her fiance Shawn graduated in May. Shawn was the 500th graduate from BTSR!
Dad: Ooh! Did they brand him?
Me: What?!? No!
Dad: They do it, Amma.
Me: No! No they don't!
Dad: *miming pressing a hot poker to his forehead* Ssssssssssst!

Mom: I love you so much, Amma, I could sit here and look at you all day. *thoughtful pause* Though you might not like it so much.

Jul 5, 2007

"Get a bicycle. You will not regret it, if you live." - Mark Twain

Monday was an exhausting day at work (though Head Doc did return from his trip, bearing Toblerones ... joy!). When I got home, I was starving. I started to make jambalaya - and promptly set a pot of oil on fire. Sound familiar?

Did I mention that I almost burned my condo down? Oh, yeah - while making tortillas I somehow managed to catch the pan on fire. Luckily, I had a pretty functional response (cursing and smothering the flames) rather than my usual spaz-out.

I was again able to smother the flames, but the smoke detector was going crazy. So I took the pan outside and removed the lid to let the smoke out. HUGE MISTAKE. Reunited with its long-lost love, oxygen, the fire roared back to life right in my face. I escaped with my eyebrows intact (more's the pity), but badly shaken. I decided to give up on dinner to keep my play date with Wistar.

I unlocked Killer from her cage the shed. That's right. Immediately after my near-death cooking experience, I thought it would be a jolly idea to get on my evil bicycle.

Sometimes, I wonder about myself. I really, really do.

On the bright side, I have come to the point in my life (decades ahead of my peers) that I don't worry about looking like a complete fool. I drove to the park to meet Wistar, and immediately strapped on my bike helmet and gloves. The children playing soccer and the young men with their dogs were highly amused.

My helmet looks like this ... only dorkier.

Wistar: *not amused* What are you wearing?
Me: Now now, Wistar. Safety first.
Wistar: I meant on your feet. Are those flip-flops?
Me: Well, my toesies like to breathe.

My poor footwear choices aside, we had a great lesson. I learned how to turn around! Next time, we may even leave the parking lot.