I was driving out to Versailles (for the last time this month!) and my stomach was flipping over because I randomly started thinking seriously about the economy. I'm pretty sure the $6000 Jeremy has saved up in his retirement fund will we wiped out because it is all tied to the stock market. I wonder if our life styles will change. We don't live paycheck to paycheck thank goodness, but it still makes me weary.

I got my hair cut this afternoon and it looks like shit. literally. I asked the lady to take an inch off and to clean up the existing layers. I just got finishing cutting my own hair in the bathroom trying to make each side the same length. Apparently an inch meant 1/2 an inch on the left and 2 inches on the right. And on my right side looks ridiculous because she cut this huge layer that doesn't taper at all and it's like 3 inches above the rest of my hair. It helps if I part my hair of the left, but my hair doesn't stay parted. it sucks.

Shoo doggie... my biological clock is going into hyperdrive.... I need the next 20 months to past quickly. Either that, or all these disgustingly cute kids need to get the hell away from me. It's ridiculous! Some little tweerp at the circus freakin played pedk-a-boo with me for like 10 minutes instead of watching the tight rope walkers, and I totally would have picked her up and walked out of there if Jeremy hadn't held me back, and her parents hadn't distracted her with on of those spinning light toys. I'm only human people and I can only take so much! what do you want from me?

I feel so much better when I drag my butt out of bed and go and workout. And I don't mind working out in the evenings, but Jeremy does. I need to stop being a bum.

Tonight we are going to the circus! I am so excited. And there will be cotton candy buying.

Tomorrow it spinning in the morning, borgue (don't know how to spell that, don't even really know what it is) festival, shopping for clothes at TJ Maxx and Marshall's, Notre Dame game for Jeremy, and the collapse into bed with blissful happiness.

I got to leave the VA early today at like 10 am. The internet was done so I couldn't work on any projects... and we only had 3 admits between 2 interns, so they were done in like 30 minutes. It was awesome.

I ran by Spaulding's and got donuts to surprise Jeremy. Then we matched instant review March of the Penguins on netflix. Then I took a glorious 3 hour nap. then we went to the gym and I burned 1001 calories on the elliptical. Then we came home, Jeremy made veggie burgers, fries and we've been reading all even.

Now that's how to spend the day. Granted, I missed out on getting paid a full eight hours today, but I'm okay with that.

This month is flying by. I can't wait until October, then the month will really go by fast.

Don't worry folks... my broken hand is changing into just a severally bas sprain. I thought for sure that it was broke this mornign when I woke up as it was throbbing. The door frame and I got into a fight last night when I jammed it. This morning it was pretty said when I was driving stick to work. I whimpered the entire way. Around 2ish, the pain abated, and I'm almost good to go now.

It's cool when I'm playing pharmacist as work and I catch mistakes. I don't tell anybody, but it makes me feel like I'm doing a good job. I have been surprised about how many mistakes I've found and fixed. and some of them have been pretty huge.

S0, Zippy has a cyst on his chest. he had a checkup at the vet, and after he was there for an hour or so, the office called and said that they couldn't do the exam on him because he was very upset and they needed to sedate him for $18. I was slightly irritated, because we pay $100 a month for all the animals to be on their wellness plan and I'm not seeing how it's fair we have to pay more for them to do their jobs. We've had him for awhile and he's never had any issues before with going to the vets. Anyway, I asked them if they could go ahead and remove the growth on his chest since he was going to be under. they said they couldn't, they would have to take a sample and send it off before they would remove it. and to do that would be $98. and this was before they even looked at it.

Then they called back again a couple hours later saying that the only thing they could find on him was his nipples. And I had even drawn a little picture of where the cyst was the form I turned in. So I had to talk them through over the phone where the cyst was and after 10 minutes they were finally able to find the freaking pea size cyst on his chest.

And apparently Perhaps' had a cyst too that may or maynot be infected. So she is on etodolac and cephelaxin... which I dosed myself from old medication we had a home. The vet wrote prescritions for a 3rd generation cephlasporin which was uber expensive and a meat flavored anti-inflammatory. And the tech there tried to tell me that they needed to give her shots because the oral meds would take a few days to start working... umm.... wrong person to say that too. I literally had to bit my tongue to keep from going into a pharmacokinetic lecture on this chick because I'm sure should would have had no idea what I'm talking about.

Introducing Aaden Nicholas Bartlett (aka Baby Boy Bartlett and formally Wiley Llyod)

9 lbs and 15 oz (officially classified as 1 pudgy baby) born at 8:10 am 9/11 after induced labor at 6ish the night before. Once she started pushing, he came flying out in 30 minutes.

Leave it to me to press a hot iron into the inside of my arm. AMAZINGLY painful. it pulsed with pain for over an hour.

And by this afternoon, it has turned to this blue/purple color which I am sure is not good. I've been drowning it in AAA (10 points for whoever knows what that means) but I still think that it is going to scar.

In case you didn't know, my seester Rebecca will be popping out a baby any day now. The inside scope is the name with will Wiley Lyllod Bartlett, but don't tell anybody I told you. it's a surprise.

Tomorrow I have to go to LCP. I hope that I'm not there long.

I have to get stuff together for my midyear review thing. I think that's going to suck. I feel like I haven't done very much on rotations.

I will head off to bed soon. alone. Jeremy is up in South bend and going to a football game that he has paid for with beer and 20 bucks. I thought the beer should have been enough (those Notre Dame fans sure do love their Kentucky Ale bourbon, but it was not the case). I don't think I used those paraenthese correctly. And I sure as hell didn't spell paraenthese right. oh well.

I am hot.

I went to work out today at around 6, thinking that the monster dinner I had at 4 of greek salad would have settled. not so much. I had to stop after only 20 minutes because I thought I was going to barf. Live and learn. cucumbers don't pass through as fast as you would like.

I turned off the air when I got home because I was cold. now it's sweltering.

My friend Hilary is engaged. Shout out!

aw, I'm so cool.

So, apparently the student that was at my rotation last month told the pharmacist that I was really smart and built me up really big which is weird because I don't even know this girl and we never worked together in any groups or anything. I don't feel like I give that I'm impression that I'm all smart. I feel like I give the impression I'm arrogant. which I guess I am. I always feel arrogant when I tell people things that they don't know. It makes me uncomfortable, like I'm trying to show off. You know, it seems weird that I'm going to be a valedvictorian. especially when I'm too lazy to look up how to spell that word. I don't feel like a valedvicotian... yeah... I'm wallowing in my own stupidity.... I don't even thinking that's the right wallowing. Anyways, it's sort of like me being a vegetarian... I am, but I don't identify myself as one. But I am. I think it's gotten better in the past years... Virginia- the vegetarian- at least I can spell that word. No longer is it: Virginia- the future vet, Virginia- the clarinet player, Virginia- the lifeguard. Now I am Virginia- the future pharmacist, the money saver, the addict to her husband, the dreamer of a huge house, the almost reader, the almost vegetarian, the almost good wife, the almost daily excerciser, the wanna be resident, the not quite ready to get pregnant but thinking about it alot.

And the almost refers to that fact that I almost identify myself as that person. Although I am literally almost a good wife. I'm a good wife 75% of the time. 25% of the time I think I suck like rotton eggs. But, Jeremy makes up for it because he is a kick ass husband 99% of the time and only 1% sucky. And his kickassness covers up for my suckiness cuz he loves me like crazy even when I suck. Which how many people love you when you are actively sucky? None... unless you have a kickass husband like mine.

I am grateful everyday that I love Jeremy so much that my heart swells when I think about it. Sometimes I try to grasp how people get divorced after a year or two. Jeremy and I have been together over 6 years, and it still feels like a drop in the bucket. I don't know... it's hard to explain. it must be sad when people fall out of love.

I think if jeremy and I didn't find each other, I would be alone. Who would put up with me? now isn't that sadistic? ALLLLLLL bBBBBYYYY MMMMYYYYSSSEELLLLFFF,,, DOOONNN"T WAAAANNNNA BEEEEE ALLLL BBBYYYYYY MYYYYSSEEEELLLFFF..... ANYMORE...... everybody! join in!

Can anyone else tell I'm home alone on a friday night? now, don't raise all your hands at once. All is good for Jeremy will be home Sunday morning to go volunteer with me at the Diabetes family day thing.

I really need to go to sleep.

isn't it funny how we just got Ghost rider in the mail through netflix after my previous post. ANd I sure did spend the entire movie saying "Really? really?"

Oh well, you win some and you lose some. I finished my books on Monticello. I've decided to finish knocking out the books that I have borrowed befoer I check out anymore books from the library (I currently have three checked out now). Then I'm going to start hard core on finishing the classics. first on the list in Alice in Wonderland.\

I hate it when buggies fly around buzzing. drives me crazy

isn't is funny how you get a song stuck in your head and it won't get out. I have a song about weeds in my head and Jeremy has been singing a song from Sweeny Todd all week.


Who actually watches Nicholas Cage movies? he sucks.

mama had a baby and her head popped off.

I'm peeling from the Outer banks. Isn't that weird since it was over a week ago?

I'm ready to be done with itching.

My first day at my rotation was fine. I only had to be there a couple of hours and then my preceptor sent me to Baptist East to return some borrowed meds then I got to come home. whoohoo. I'm totally going to take a nap and then go to Walmart/library when Jeremy gets home.