Happy birthday, Oscar Bob!

The Bobster's birthday was last month. He's three years old!! I can hardly believe it. It just seems like yesterday that Matt showed up at my house with a 1.2-pound ball of black fuzz that I didn't want to love, but I did. I told him not to bring the little guy. I was a first-year medical student. I had no time to train a puppy, and besides that, boy dogs pee on everything. That's annoying. Per usual, Matt didn't listen. There he was in my driveway with a dog the size of a hamster. It was love at first sight. He's such a smart, funny little guy. I'm glad I kept him.

For the record, he doesn't pee on everything.

For his birthday, we had Gigi's cupcakes. I mean, let's be honest. I'm all about any excuse to eat a good cupcake. I gave about 1/3 of a Wedding Cake (vanilla with buttercream icing and edible pearls) to Oscar Bob and another 1/3 of it to Grayce. They flipped out. They never, ever, ever get table food. Ever. When I threw away the cupcake liners, Grayce stood in front of the trash cabinet and whined for almost an hour. Matt and I split a Midnight Chocolate Chip one and a Raspberry Limeade one. They were delicious!

Please pretend not to notice the junk on my table. Thanks.

Post-cupcake food coma.

I would say something along the lines of "Hallelujah! Tomorrow's Friday!" but Friday doesn't mean much to me these days. But I hope YOU have a fabulous weekend. 18 more days, and I never have to see the inside of a VA hospital again. Amen.

Easter... or not.

Sorry to burst your bubble, but this post won't be including lovely, colorful pictures of Easter baskets and the Sunday lunch spread. Unfortunately, the only semblance of an Easter celebration I had took place in my heart. No Easter eggs, no family dinner, no church. Just some quality time at the VA. This was the first Easter Sunday in my life that I didn't go to church. It felt odd. Things like that are probably the biggest downside to being a physician. Sick folks don't suddenly get well just because it's a holiday.

I spent the first half of my very early Sunday morning being irritated that I had to work on such an important day. Then, as we rounded on our patients, I realized that I wasn't the only one stuck in that hospital. Several of our patients were lying alone in their hospital rooms. It made me sad. So count your blessings, people. It could always be worse. How lucky am I to serve a risen Savior who is just as present in the VA hospital as he is inside a sanctuary!

Laura, the other M4 providing quality healthcare to our nation's finest veterans this month, made us a little Easter treat. Cinnabunnies. Haha. It was delicious, and I ate it for lunch.

I did get home in time for the last 3 hours of the Masters. I was really worried that I would miss that. What a relief. 

Hope you had a happy Easter! 

"The angel said to the women, "Do not be afraid, for I know that you are looking for Jesus, who was crucified. He is not here; He has risen, just as He said. Come and see the place where He lay. Then go quickly and tell His disciples: 'He has risen from the dead and is going ahead of you into Galilee. There you will see Him.' Now I have told you." Matthew 28: 5-7

Goodbye, #16

I will be 26 years old on March 31. I really thought that I was going to make it through life without any of this wisdom tooth extraction business. I thought wrong.

Wednesday I will be saying goodbye to my top left third molar.  #16, according to the lady who scheduled my appointment. It makes me nauseated thinking about it.

Since I can't stand getting my teeth cleaned, I didn't think it would be possible for me to sit in a regular dentist's office and have them rip my tooth from the depths of my gums with only lidocaine without having a panic attack or vomiting or at the very least, running away. So I will be choosing option 2. Option 2 involves anesthesia. I just assume not be aware of all the drilling and grinding and yanking and whatever else is going to happen. I just can't bear to be conscious for this whole, awful process.

I won't miss #16. I hate it for its very existence. Good riddance.

So, your prayers are welcomed. Your horror stories of dry sockets and broken jaws are not.

Brunch & some weird mail

Today turned out better than yesterday. I slept late this morning, and then I met my friend Lucy for brunch at Julep. It was fabulous. It lasted 3 hours. We both had the most delicious catfish tacos, portobello fries, and Bloody Marys--which were two-for-one, so we had 2. It was the obvious thing to do. Lucy is one of my best friends from home, and we don't get to see each other as often as I'd like since she lives in Alabama. Which explains why we had a 3 hour brunch. Good food, good company. Julep is one of my favorite Jackson restaurants. If you've never been, you should go. Get the chicken.

We saw this couple get engaged. The girl screamed a lot. I got the impression she didn't see it coming. Congrats, unknown couple!

We didn't take any pictures of ourselves today, but I thought I'd take this opportunity to throw this one (circa 6th grade) out into the world wide web. You're welcome, Luie.

14 years later, opposite sides of a college rivalry, 2 weddings, 1 baby, and a 6 hour drive between us, and I still cherish our friendship so much. Childhood friendships are the best. They're the people that get you. The people that loved you even when you wore braces and tube socks. What? It was the late 90s. You know you wore them too. Don't hate.

Another rather exciting happening occurred yesterday. I found this in the mail. It's a wedding invitation. Please note the first line. Ahhhhh!!!! That's freakin weird, y'all. T-minus 2 months and 22 days until it's official.

Matt and I have been married 6 months today! It's gone by so fast, and it's been so good. I think I'll keep him.

A less than ideal Friday

Today was not the best of days.

I started an anesthesia rotation today, so I had to wake up at the crack of dawn, which was particularly rough since I spent the 29 glorious days of February waking up no earlier than 8:00. Most days 9:00. So I spent my whole day being sleepy and cold. I mean you could've hung meat in the operating rooms today. And for the record, I hate being cold. I also stepped in poop today. Human poop. In the OR.

The pollen is so bad you can see it on the roads. It is ridiculous. My nose hurts from blowing it, I want to claw my eyeballs out, and if I sneeze one more time I may develop a hernia.

I had anxiety all day that my husband, who was in Huntsville, was going to be blown away by a tornado. 

I got in two arguments with Oscar Bob's hairdresser. Aka, the Petsmart Grooming Salon. Whom we will not be using anymore.

And now, this stupid storm has evidently torpedoed our Direct TV dish, and it looks like I won't be seeing the ending to the Law and Order: SVU episode I was enjoying. Stupid Direct TV. 

I did not go to the grocery store today because I hate the grocery store, and I just couldn't do it. However, let us all remember that there are consequences for our choices. In this instance, choice=skip grocery store [again]. Consequence=eating half a jar of pickles for dinner. I'm honestly not sure if that's a peak or a valley in this day that I've had.

And did I mention that I have to have my one and only wisdom tooth pulled? Let me tell you how pumped I am about that... Never mind. Talking about it makes me nauseated. Just pray for me. And my tooth. Thanks.

I apologize for all that complaining. I guess my day could've been worse. I mean, I'm alive currently, so that's on the positive side I suppose.

There were a few highlights. I changed my sheets, which always makes me feel a little better about life in general. I had an hour and a half-long conversation with my BFF, Sandidge. I also found out that another one of my best friends, Lucy, is coming into town this weekend, and I'm super pumped about our lunch date tomorrow! It is such a rare occasion these days since we live in different states. And despite my encounters with the groomer, Oscar Bob did finally get his haircut. 

Before:

After:

That is all. It is late. And I have to wake up before noon tomorrow due to aforementioned lunch date. Goodnight!

Better late than never.

It is March.

This is a Christmas post.

Yes, I'm just getting around to it.

We kicked off the Christmas season with a little par-tay.

See those brownies? They were delicious. Grayce thought so too. She ate approximately 12 of them, along with approximately 10 chocolate meringues (with chocolate chips). Matt and I spent the later part of the evening in the driveway attempting to induce vomiting in our 75-lb weimaraner by shoving hydrogen peroxide down her throat (before you call PETA, that was per the vet's suggestion). Did I mention it was raining? It was. Heavily, in fact.

Canton Flea Market find last year. 

My friend Laura attended our party, despite the fact that she'd given birth to this sweet girl THREE DAYS earlier. She's a ninja. And she was tiny and gorgeous. 3 days post-partum. Ridiculous. I'm glad I got to host Mary Frances' first ever Christmas party!

I made home made hot chocolate for several people to go along with their Christmas gifts. Pinterest-inspired, of course. I was so proud. I made some more recently- for myself.

We spent Christmas Eve and Christmas morning with Matt's family in Alabama.  This little guy was so excited about his new toy! Don't I look pretty? Pretty rough, that is.

Grayce was excited about her Christmas goodies, too.

Then we went to Hattiesburg Christmas afternoon to spent the night with my family. (We did Christmas with my dad the week before because he was working a 24-hr shift on Christmas Eve. And I did not take a single picture. Busy livin' it up, I reckon.) Anyway, this guy was sleepy. And having a bad ear-hair day.

Just trying to get a nap in. Not going so well.

I truly don't know what's going on in this picture.

Kitchen photo-shoot.

The most hot-chocolate-drinkingest man I've ever met. 

Moving on to the living room photo shoot.

Family pic.

Happy birthday, Mama!

Christmas at Mamaw and Pap's. That's Christmas #4, if you're keeping count. 

Just in case you need a little extra light...

Cousins.

Now that Christmas in March is over, let us move on to New Year's Eve in March.

Happy twenty-twelve, y'all. It's 1/6 over already!

big blog plans

I had big plans for my blog this year. I wanted to post more often. I want to be able to look back at it and remember things that I would likely otherwise forget. Like a diary, I suppose. I used to write in a diary because I was obsessed with Anne Frank. I know... that's weird. I was like 9. Only I would read Anne Frank as a nine-year-old. Anyway, that's neither here nor there.

I started the new year out so well! Then February was a big blog fail. Oh well. I've been busy. Deep cleaning my house and taking naps and reading ethics books. I have the weirdest life, I know. I'm taking a medical ethics class right now, which is fabulous because:

1. It involves no weekends.

2. It involves no call. 

3. We average 4-5 hours a day, which means I have a boatload of time to do things like pretend I'm a Madison housewife and eat at Keifers with my friends for lunch.

Anyway. There's not really much of a point to this blog.

I leave you with my recent Instagram photos.

Home sweet delta home. 

Valentine's day surprise! He was so proud of himself. Not only did he put them in a vase, but he also put flower food and lukewarm water in said vase. Why? Because he read the how-to-care-for-your-flowers tag. If that's not love, I don't know what is. Also, he evidently bought the baby's breath separately and "arranged" it himself. See why I married that boy? He loves me.

Our V-day consisted of pajamas, tenderloin, twice-baked potatoes that went terribly wrong, wine, and watching everything we've DVR'ed in the past 2 weeks. It was perfect.

What can I say? The boy loves oranges. Excessively. And ferrero rochers.

Fast-forward to the present. I mean it was 76 degrees today. At 7:00 PM. In February. Maybe I'll lay out tomorrow. Right after my pedicure. Because I have the day off! I'm really loving my life right now. 

Hope you have a fabulous Friday!