2 more days!

share the love... not the flu:)

Sometimes people do things and I'm like "really? seriously?"

I get to sleep late tomorrow!

I'm waiting for the hub to get home so that we can go work out.

I need to wash my hands. they're sorta sticky.

I'm doing a residency. I won't be sucked into corporate ridiculousness.

I saw someone die today. It was very surreal. It's surprising how desensitized we are from watching TV and movies, and how in real life it almost seems easier, quieter.

The thing they can't portray in movies though is the face of the husband, the complete and utter terror immobilizing his face as he stands outside the ICU, watching us run past him for the code. the desperation of 50 years of marriage being washed away.

I will never forget that face.

My head may explode.

Side effect from the flu shot I got yesterday?

I got an offer letter from CVS today. I also about crapped my pants.

$5000.00 sign on bonus.


$111,280.00 base pay for a 40 hour week in the Lexington area.

I'm struggling with doing a residency now for $35,000.

that's a shit load of money.

Did I mention that was MINIMUM base pay?

I dread football season because it's only once a year and that is all Jeremy wants to watch. lame.

I went to work today and got off at around 1:30. I came home and took a nap, then went and biked at the gym for awhile. it made my butt hurt, but the good kind of hurt. I think.

Tomorrow I have to work at the VA from seven until three thirty and then I have to work at CVS from four until nine. It is going to be a long day.

I mentioned this in May I think, but I'll say it again. I think UK rotations make you lose weight. Maybe from being stressed or from walking around alot more or what, but I'm down a little bit. Maybe I've lost muscle mass because I haven't been able to work out as much. I don't know. I wasn't able to work out on Monday or Tuesday because I worked literally all day, and then wednesday I went to the gym and felt like crap after a couple minutes and bailed out. But I had a good workout yesterday and a decent one today.

Jeremy made soup the other day and it is really good. we froze some to eat when it gets really cold, so that will be nice. I'm ready for this month to be over.

I think that I will be able to have one Saturday off, that is if CVS doesn't schedule me. Speaking of CVS, I should be getting a contract in the mail soon from them. I wonder what it will say.

Pictures of the most awesomeness t-shirt and bassinet. And the baby's pretty cute too:)

50 things...
1. Do you like blue cheese? smell, texture, taste, appearance... all disgusting
2. Have you ever smoked a cigarette? a held one in my mouth once... didn't get any further than that.
3. Do you own a gun? no, guns suck. Fake guns suck even worse.
4. What flavor do you add to your drink at Sonic? Diet cherry limeade:)
5. Do you get nervous before doctor's appointments? not so much... I would if I went to a male gyno though
6. What do you think of hot dogs? DISGUSTING!7. What's your favorite Christmas song? don't really care... whatever's playing
8. What do you prefer to drink in the morning? nothing really... maybe a sip of water if I'm thirsty
9. Can you do push ups? girly kind and not very many
10. What's your favorite meal? Tie between Greek salad, ramsey's zucchini burger, alfalfa's veggie plate, cucumber salad, and homemade cornbread stuffing.
11. What's your favorite piece of jewelry? My wedding rings as that is the only jewelry I wear
12. What's your favorite hobby? reading
13. Do you work with people who idolize you? don't think so, but I may work with a couple of perverts. does that count?
14. Do you have ADD? nope, but I have to make lists of things to do sometimes so I won't forget. OCD yes
15. What's one trait that you hate about yourself? I'm lazy/controlling.
16. What's your middle name? Ann
17. What 3 thoughts that you are thinking at this moment? I need to go to bed, I have bad posture, my skin itches.
18. Write 3 things you bought yesterday? dinner at ramsey's. That's it.
19. What are 3 drinks you regularly drink? Water, water and water. drink a soda maybe once a week, if that
20. Current worry right now? making it through this month
21. Current hate right now? that I haven't seen Jeremy very much at all this week
22. Where's your favorite place to be? In bed with Jeremy (don't be obscene!) sleeping late
23. How did you celebrate New Year's Day? black peas I think?
24. Where would you like to go? Europe
25. Name three people who will complete this? No body
26. Whose answers do you want to read the most? Jeremy's
27. What color shirt are you wearing? blue and orange
28. Do you like sleeping on satin sheets? no, I would freeze to death
29. Can you whistle? Yes.
30. What are your favorite color(s)? blue
.31. Would you ever consider being a pirate and give up brushing your teeth? Nope, I like a clean body
32. What songs do you sing in the shower? "hello hydration"- by me, angel of music from phantom of the opera, isn't it ironic by alanis, meet virginia by train
33. What's your favorite name for a girl? Peytona
34. What is your best memory?it's secret
35. What's in your pocket right now? No pockets
36. What's the last thing that made you laugh? a resident was presenting a patient on rounds and said "pt is freaking speely" it was hysterical because she meant speaking freely.
37. What were your best bed sheets as a child? the blue ones with polar bears. those sheets were awesome
38. What's the worst injury you've ever had? when I hurt my ankle in April of 2nd year
39. Do you love where you live? like, but not love
40. How many TVs do you have in your house? 3, but we really only use one
41. Who is your loudest friend? Amanda at work
42. How many dogs do you have? two
.43. Does someone have a crush on you? My husband.
45. What is your favorite book? Atlas Shrugged
46. What is your favorite candy? depends on what mood i'm in
47. What is your favorite sports team? Don't really care
48. What song do you want played at your funeral? James Blunt's goodby my lover
49. What were you doing at 12AM last night? sleeping
50. What was the first thing you thought of when you woke up this morning? crap, i have to get up in 15 minutes

Good article, but I HATE the smell of bacon

Meatless Like Me:
I may be a vegetarian, but I still love the smell of bacon.
By Taylor ClarkPosted Wednesday, May 7, 2008, at 11:51 AM ET

Every vegetarian remembers his first time. Not the unremarkable event of his first meal without meat, mind you. No, I mean the first time he casually lets slip that he's turned herbivore, prompting everyone in earshot to stare at him as if he just revealed plans to sail his carrot-powered plasma yacht to Neptune. For me, this first time came at an Elks scholarship luncheon in rural Oregon when I was 18. All day, I'd succeeded at seeming a promising and responsible young man, until that fateful moment when someone asked why I hadn't taken any meat from the buffet. After I offered my reluctant explanation—and the guy announced it to the entire room—30 people went eerily quiet, undoubtedly expecting me to launch into a speech on the virtues of hemp. In the corner, an elderly, suited man glared at me as he slowly raised a slice of bologna and executed the most menacing bite of cold cut in recorded history. I didn't get the scholarship.
I tell this story not to win your pity but to illustrate a point: I've been vegetarian for a decade, and when it comes up, I still get a look of confused horror that says, "But you seemed so … normal." The U.S. boasts more than 10 million herbivores today, yet most Americans assume that every last one is a loopy, self-satisfied health fanatic, hellbent on draining all the joy out of life. Those of us who want to avoid the social nightmare have to hide our vegetarianism like an Oxycontin addiction, because admit it, omnivores: You know nothing about us. Do we eat fish? Will we panic if confronted with a hamburger? Are we dying of malnutrition? You have no clue. So read on, my flesh-eating friends—I believe it's high time we cleared a few things up.
To demonstrate what a vegetarian really is, let's begin with a simple thought experiment. Imagine a completely normal person with completely normal food cravings, someone who has a broad range of friends, enjoys a good time, is carbon-based, and so on. Now remove from this person's diet anything that once had eyes, and, wham!, you have yourself a vegetarian. Normal person, no previously ocular food, end of story. Some people call themselves vegetarians and still eat chicken or fish, but unless we're talking about the kind of salmon that comes freshly plucked from the vine, this makes you an omnivore. A select few herbivores go one step further and avoid all animal products—milk, eggs, honey, leather—and they call themselves vegan, which rhymes with "tree men." These people are intense.
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Vegetarians give up meat for a variety of ethical, environmental, and health reasons that are secondary to this essay's goal of increasing brotherly understanding, so I'll mostly set them aside. Suffice it to say that one day, I suddenly realized that I could never look a cow in the eyes, press a knocking gun to her temple, and pull the trigger without feeling I'd done something cruel and unnecessary. (Sure, if it's kill the cow or starve, then say your prayers, my bovine friend—but for now, it's not quite a mortal struggle to subsist on the other five food groups.) I am well-aware that even telling you this makes me seem like the kind of person who wants to break into your house and liberate your pet hamster—that is, like a PETA activist. Most vegetarians, though, would tell you that they appreciate the intentions of groups like PETA but not the obnoxious tactics. It's like this: We're all rooting for the same team, but they're the ones in face paint, bellowing obscenities at the umpire and flipping over every car with a Yankees bumper sticker. I have no designs on your Camry or your hamster.
Now, when I say that vegetarians are normal people with normal food cravings, many omnivores will hoist a lamb shank in triumph and point out that you can hardly call yourself normal if the aroma of, say, sizzling bacon doesn't fill you with deepest yearning. To which I reply: We're not insane. We know meat tastes good; it's why there's a freezer case at your supermarket full of woefully inadequate meat substitutes. Believe me, if obtaining bacon didn't require slaughtering a pig, I'd have a BLT in each hand right now with a bacon layer cake waiting in the fridge for dessert. But, that said, I can also tell you that with some time away from the butcher's section, many meat products start to seem gross. Ground beef in particular now strikes me as absolutely revolting; I have a vague memory that hamburgers taste good, but the idea of taking a cow's leg, mulching it into a fatty pulp, and forming it into a pancake makes me gag. And hot dogs … I mean, hot dogs? You do know what that is, right?
As a consolation prize we get tofu, a treasure most omnivores are more than happy to do without. Well, this may stun you, but I'm not any more excited about a steaming heap of unseasoned tofu blobs than you are. Tofu is like fugu blowfish sushi: Prepared correctly, it's delicious; prepared incorrectly, it's lethal. Very early in my vegetarian career, I found myself famished and stuck in a mall, so I wandered over to the food court's Asian counter. When I asked the teenage chief culinary artisan what was in the tofu stir-fry, he snorted and replied, "Shit." Desperation made me order it anyway, and I can tell you that promises have rarely been more loyally kept than this guy's pledge that the tofu would taste like shit. So here's a tip: Unless you know you're in expert hands (Thai restaurants are a good bet), don't even try tofu. Otherwise, it's your funeral.
As long as we're discussing restaurants, allow me a quick word with the hardworking chefs at America's dining establishments. We really appreciate that you included a vegetarian option on your menu (and if you didn't, is our money not green?), but it may interest you to know that most of us are not salad freaks on a grim slog for nourishment. We actually enjoy food, especially the kind that tastes good. So enough with the bland vegetable dishes, and, for God's sake, please make the Gardenburgers stop; it's stunning how many restaurants lavish unending care on their meat dishes yet are content to throw a flavorless hockey puck from Costco into the microwave and call it cuisine. Every vegetarian is used to slim pickings when dining out, so we're not asking for much—just for something you'd like to eat. I'll even offer a handy trick. Pretend you're trapped in a kitchen stocked with every ingredient imaginable, from asiago to zucchini, but with zero meat. With no flesh available, picture what you'd make for yourself; this is what we want, too.
For those kind-hearted omnivores who willingly invite feral vegetarians into their homes for dinner parties and barbecues (really! we do that, too!), the same rule applies—but also know that unless you're dealing with an herbivore who is a prick for unrelated reasons, we don't expect you to bend over backward for us. In fact, if we get the sense that you cooked for three extra hours to accommodate our dietary preferences, we will marvel at your considerate nature, but we will also feel insanely guilty. Similarly, it's very thoughtful of you to ask whether it'll bother me if I see you eat meat, but don't worry: I'm not going to compose an epic poem about your club sandwich.
Which leads me to a vital point for friendly omnivore-herbivore relations. As you're enjoying that pork loin next to me, I am not silently judging you. I realize that anyone who has encountered the breed of smug vegetarian who says things like, "I can hear your lunch screaming," will find this tough to believe, but I'm honestly not out to convert you. My girlfriend and my closest pals all eat meat, and they'll affirm that I've never even raised an eyebrow about it. Now, do I think it strange that the same people who dress their dogs in berets and send them to day spas are often unfazed that an equally smart pig suffered and died to become their McMuffin? Yes, I do. (Or, to use a more pressing example, how many Americans will bemoan Eight Belles' fatal Kentucky Derby injury tonight at the dinner table between bites of beef?) Would I prefer it if we at least raised these animals humanely? Yes, I would.
Let's be honest, though: I'm not exactly St. Francis of Assisi over here, tenderly ministering to every chipmunk that crosses my path. I try to represent for the animal kingdom, but take a look at my shoes—they're made of leather, which, I am told by those with expert knowledge of the tanning process, comes from dead cows. This is the sort of revelation that prompts meat boosters to pick up the triumphant lamb shank once again and accuse us of hypocrisy. Well, sort of. (Hey, you try to find a pair of nonleather dress shoes.) My dedication to the cause might be incomplete, but I'd still say that doing something beats doing nothing. It's kind of like driving a hybrid: not a solution to the global-warming dilemma but a decent start. Let's just say that at the dinner table, I roll in a Prius.
Finally, grant me one more cordial request: Please don't try to convince us that being vegetarian is somehow wrong. If you're concerned for my health, that's very nice, though you can rest assured that I'm in shipshape. If you want to have an amiable tête-à-tête about vegetarianism, that's great. But if you insist on being the aggressive blowhard who takes meatlessness as a personal insult and rails about what fools we all are, you're only going to persuade me that you're a dickhead. When someone says he's Catholic, you probably don't start the stump speech about how God is a lie created to enslave the ignorant masses, and it's equally offensive to berate an herbivore. I know you think we're crazy. That's neat. But seeing as I've endured the hassle of being a vegetarian for several years now, perhaps I've given this a little thought. So let's just agree to disagree and get on with making fun of Hillary Clinton's inability to operate a coffee machine.
Because, really, peace and understanding are what it's all about: your porterhouse and my portobello coexisting in perfect harmony—though preferably not touching. We're actually not so different, after all, my omnivorous chums. In fact, I like to think that when an omnivore looks in the mirror, he just sees a vegetarian who happens to eat meat. Or, no, wait, maybe the mirror sees the omnivore through the prism of flesh and realizes we all have a crystalline animal soul, you know?
This is excellent weed, by the way, if you want a hit. Hey, while you're here: Have I ever told you about hemp?

man, glasses always make my head hurt, even when they are the right prescription and everything.

I know I write this all the time, but I am freaking in love with my husband. today was a good day. He was really sweet after I got home from work today. I went to the gym for an hour or so, and when I got back, dinner was already and it was 10 thumbs up.

I am super tired. I have to work tomorrow at CVS but that is it. I thought I had to work at the VA as well, but apparently I only have to work 2 weeks this month. which is super nice. maybe I'll even have a sunday off if I don't get scheduled at CVS.

Tomorrow I don't have to work until 4, so I am going to sleep in until 8, then go to the gym with Jeremy to do a spinning class. then I think we are going to Georgetown for a festival or soemthing. I don't know; Jeremy knows the details.

I am so tired I can barely keep my eyes open. I was going to try and stay up until SNL, but I don't think I will be able to.

I've still been reading, but I've been too lazy to update my facebook profile thingy. I don't think I will be able to go through as many books this month because of my rotation, but we'll see what I can do. My next classic is Huckleberry Finn and I'm also checking out the Red Tent and Inside the red tent which I think is a commentary on it. And beloved by tony morrison.

wow, I need to go to sleep.

I figured out we need to have $50K in savings before we can move into another house. I wonder how long that will take?

Good luck Mom! we love you!