Last Thursday, Squeaks and I had an uneventful day. We didn't do much.
Squeaks was pretty whiny. Typical two year old, right? I didn't think much about it.
Thursday night, is Big Bang night. Mav and I are crazy about The Big Bang Theory. We love it! Squeaks loves it too. She gets up and dances with the theme song. When we settled down to watch it and the song came on, Squeaks didn't move. Instead she crawled up onto the couch and put her head in my lap. She has never done that. Ever. My child is not cuddly. That night she was though. She wanted to share my blanket. My hand had to be just right on her cheek. If I moved my hand, she screamed. Then I noticed she had goosebumps.
It was kinda neat to watch Mav shift right into doctor mode. He grabbed his stethoscope and borrowed our neighbor's ear-looker-inner-thingy and went to work. She had a temperature of 102.9. Actually, it was 103.9 because you add a degree when you check a temp in the armpit. I forgot about that. Good thing I have an almost-doctor around.
So Squeaks had something. Mav concluded a visit to the ER or the doctor the next day wasn't worthwhile. She didn't have a cough, a rash, no ear infection that he could tell, maybe she had a sore throat. Her temp went down a couple degrees with Tylenol. She was fine, she felt crummy, but she was fine.
I think, for the most part, I'm going to like having a doctor in my house. It just might come in handy.
Monday, May 14, 2012
Friday, May 4, 2012
Parking Tickets
Squeaks and I were outside playing with our neighbors when Mav got home from work. He got out of his car, grabbed his stuff from the back seat, glared at me and then slammed the car door. He went straight into the house without saying a single word to me.
Scary, huh? Honestly, my first thought was, "What did I do?" I was terrified. My neighbor and I just looked at each other. I tried to make a lame excuse but ultimately told her I'd better grab Squeaks and get inside to find out what that was all about. I ran to the backyard and grabbed Squeaks from the swing set.
As we walk back to the house, I hear Mav raving about thestupid city we live in. He got another parking ticket. The second one in a month. He thinks the city is out to get him. I almost believe him now.
He's a third year. He has basically parked in the same spot every day for the last three years.
So the first ticket was given in his usual spot. The reason: because he parked on the grass. Really? He had one tire on the grass. It wasn't even all the way on the grass. He tried to get off the road as far as possible. I thought it was courtesy to other drivers. And a protection to make sure no one takes off your mirror on accident. $25. Whatever. Mav just makes sure not to park on the grass again. Maybe he'll just park in the middle of the road from now on. People really do that in this city. There will be four lanes of traffic and two of them will have parked cars in them. Weird, I know. I'll be driving in the right lane and have to move over because there is a car parked there.
Now, this ticket really makes Mav peeved. He checked the signs. One says, "No Parking the 2nd Thursday of the Month." No striped curb. There is a sign that says "No Parking - Bus Zone" but it's a good 20 feet from his car. He can park. He parked. He comes out and there's a ticket plastered to his windshield. They claim he was parked in a bus zone. Really? Another $25?
I'm a little upset myself. You can count; that's $50 in one month. First thing I ask Mav is if he took pictures. "NO!" he says. Then there's a light bulb. He knows should've taken a picture. His cell takes them.
We're debating on fighting this. They've gotten at least $100-150 in parking tickets from us since we've lived here. But is it really worth it to go and sit for half the day over 25 bucks? I'm surely not going to do it. There's no way I'm going to sit there with Squeaks. I'm trying to convince Mav that we're fine paying the stupid ticket. We've saved $1200 by not buying a parking garage pass from the school.
Ugh... Isn't there bigger things to worry about here than parking tickets? Perhaps the fact that this city is number one in violence and homicides in the nation?
Scary, huh? Honestly, my first thought was, "What did I do?" I was terrified. My neighbor and I just looked at each other. I tried to make a lame excuse but ultimately told her I'd better grab Squeaks and get inside to find out what that was all about. I ran to the backyard and grabbed Squeaks from the swing set.
As we walk back to the house, I hear Mav raving about the
He's a third year. He has basically parked in the same spot every day for the last three years.
So the first ticket was given in his usual spot. The reason: because he parked on the grass. Really? He had one tire on the grass. It wasn't even all the way on the grass. He tried to get off the road as far as possible. I thought it was courtesy to other drivers. And a protection to make sure no one takes off your mirror on accident. $25. Whatever. Mav just makes sure not to park on the grass again. Maybe he'll just park in the middle of the road from now on. People really do that in this city. There will be four lanes of traffic and two of them will have parked cars in them. Weird, I know. I'll be driving in the right lane and have to move over because there is a car parked there.
Now, this ticket really makes Mav peeved. He checked the signs. One says, "No Parking the 2nd Thursday of the Month." No striped curb. There is a sign that says "No Parking - Bus Zone" but it's a good 20 feet from his car. He can park. He parked. He comes out and there's a ticket plastered to his windshield. They claim he was parked in a bus zone. Really? Another $25?
I'm a little upset myself. You can count; that's $50 in one month. First thing I ask Mav is if he took pictures. "NO!" he says. Then there's a light bulb. He knows should've taken a picture. His cell takes them.
We're debating on fighting this. They've gotten at least $100-150 in parking tickets from us since we've lived here. But is it really worth it to go and sit for half the day over 25 bucks? I'm surely not going to do it. There's no way I'm going to sit there with Squeaks. I'm trying to convince Mav that we're fine paying the stupid ticket. We've saved $1200 by not buying a parking garage pass from the school.
Ugh... Isn't there bigger things to worry about here than parking tickets? Perhaps the fact that this city is number one in violence and homicides in the nation?
Tuesday, May 1, 2012
Summer Plans
We have this routine at our house. It's probably the same routine at your house too.
Mav comes home from work. Squeaks hears his car because he usually has Zebrahead blaring from his stereo. She jumps up and opens the door to say, "Hi Daddy!" Mav gives her a kiss says, "Hi Squeaks! What did you do today?" She usually rambles on about her toys, doggies or watching Belle. Then Mav asks me what we really did today. Now, as of last week, I would have said homework. But this week, I have answered, "Nothing! Not a thing! And I loved it!"
The first day that I was done with school, Squeaks asked me to help her with her princess puzzle. She actually didn't ask me in such elegant words; it was, "Mommy! Sit! Help!" Usually, I would tell her no. But this time, I had tears in my eyes as I laid on the floor with her, working on her puzzles. I can play with my little girl.
It has been glorious. I'm such a better wife. I'm a happier mommy. I'm a much better friend. My house is clean. I don't mind making dinner. Mav even commented the other day that I seem really chipper lately.
So my plans for my summer off? I have been working on Squeaks' scrapbook. (No, I'm not an ultra crafty person. But I don't know what else to do with her 8x10 portraits. 12x12 scrapbook it is!) I'm working on a quilt for my bro-in-law's wedding gift. (Maybe I am crafty after all.) I have a couple of friends who are having babies, I'm making blankets for them too. (Alright, I am crafty.) I'm going to read the Hunger Games. I started training for a 5k. And Squeaks and I are going to get some awesome flip-flop tan lines.
Mav comes home from work. Squeaks hears his car because he usually has Zebrahead blaring from his stereo. She jumps up and opens the door to say, "Hi Daddy!" Mav gives her a kiss says, "Hi Squeaks! What did you do today?" She usually rambles on about her toys, doggies or watching Belle. Then Mav asks me what we really did today. Now, as of last week, I would have said homework. But this week, I have answered, "Nothing! Not a thing! And I loved it!"
The first day that I was done with school, Squeaks asked me to help her with her princess puzzle. She actually didn't ask me in such elegant words; it was, "Mommy! Sit! Help!" Usually, I would tell her no. But this time, I had tears in my eyes as I laid on the floor with her, working on her puzzles. I can play with my little girl.
It has been glorious. I'm such a better wife. I'm a happier mommy. I'm a much better friend. My house is clean. I don't mind making dinner. Mav even commented the other day that I seem really chipper lately.
So my plans for my summer off? I have been working on Squeaks' scrapbook. (No, I'm not an ultra crafty person. But I don't know what else to do with her 8x10 portraits. 12x12 scrapbook it is!) I'm working on a quilt for my bro-in-law's wedding gift. (Maybe I am crafty after all.) I have a couple of friends who are having babies, I'm making blankets for them too. (Alright, I am crafty.) I'm going to read the Hunger Games. I started training for a 5k. And Squeaks and I are going to get some awesome flip-flop tan lines.
Basically, I am going to enjoy my time off doing whatever I want to do.
Tuesday, April 24, 2012
Huge Sigh of Relief
I finally received my grades for the semester.
I was all sorts of nervous because my proctor didn't follow my teacher's simple instructions of faxing the test and then mailing the hard copy to her. They just mailed it. My teacher and I have been waiting on the mail for the past eight days. And you know the mail...
Well, she received my test yesterday. I got my final grade. And I passed!
No more math for me! No more math! No more math! And yes! I'm singing and doing a happy dance.
So I'm just two classes short of getting my associates. Come December, I'll have a fancy-shmancy paper to hang up. And you know what? I'm going to hang it proudly. It's taken me nearly six years to get this far.
Yeah. Six years to get an associates. Kinda sad but if some people knew what exactly I've been doing for the past six years they'd understand. It's been a long, hard road to get this far. I worked full time, got married, supported Mav through undergrad, helped Mav apply and get accepted to med school, got pregnant, still worked, moved across the country, Mav started medical school, we had a baby and the baby is now 2 1/2. I've been going to school the whole time. Can I tell how big of a pain it is to do online classes and the whole proctoring thing from your home school in a different state? The biggest pain ever!
It's been a hard juggling act for the past six years, but I've done it. And I'm letting out a huge sigh of relief here...
Friday, April 13, 2012
The Healthcare Issue
This is brave, I know. This Healthcare Reform thing is a very, very touchy subject. I hate the feeling of walking eggshells though. I've been working on this idea, of bringing up the subject for a while now. I lay in bed and think about it. Constantly. Is this going to effect Mav? Is it going to effect our friends who are going into medicine as well? Will it effect the way Mav treats his future patients? How will this effect our future that Mav has worked so hard for?
So for the past few days I've been surfing the web. I've read lots of articles. Nearly all of them are how this healthcare reform will effect the public. I've found very few about the effects on doctors. The few I've read seem to be written by people who believe doctors are selfish, greedy people and are paid way too much. Let me be honest, those ones just make me mad.
I want to have a solid opinion on this subject matter. I am asked constantly about it when people discover my husband is in medical school. My reply is mostly, "I don't know enough but I think..." I want to fill in the blank with a good, educated answer. Right now, I'm riding the fence.
So ladies and gents, what's your opinion? Do you stay up late, like I do, wondering how this will work out? Do you worry about your significant other's patients? Do you agree or disagree with this healthcare reform as a whole or maybe just bits and pieces? Have you read any good articles about it lately? Especially ones that seem unbiased, fair and/or honest?
I would really love to hear from you.
AND...
I did a lot of research of whether this should be 'effect' or 'affect.' I decided 'effect' was proper. Cause and effect, right?
So for the past few days I've been surfing the web. I've read lots of articles. Nearly all of them are how this healthcare reform will effect the public. I've found very few about the effects on doctors. The few I've read seem to be written by people who believe doctors are selfish, greedy people and are paid way too much. Let me be honest, those ones just make me mad.
I want to have a solid opinion on this subject matter. I am asked constantly about it when people discover my husband is in medical school. My reply is mostly, "I don't know enough but I think..." I want to fill in the blank with a good, educated answer. Right now, I'm riding the fence.
So ladies and gents, what's your opinion? Do you stay up late, like I do, wondering how this will work out? Do you worry about your significant other's patients? Do you agree or disagree with this healthcare reform as a whole or maybe just bits and pieces? Have you read any good articles about it lately? Especially ones that seem unbiased, fair and/or honest?
I would really love to hear from you.
AND...
I did a lot of research of whether this should be 'effect' or 'affect.' I decided 'effect' was proper. Cause and effect, right?
Tuesday, April 10, 2012
This Better Be Worth It
We just paid for Mav's Step II test.
We had been warned by our friends to set aside this money because it's not counted into our student loans. We just put the idea on the back burner. We wish we hadn't now. I'm now passing this lovely bit of information on to all you second years: set this money aside when you get your money! DO IT!! And yes! I am shouting!!
Ask me how much it was. Go ahead. Do it. It was 1700 dollars. 1700 bones. Yes. That is a 17 with two zeros following the 17 part. One thousand seven hundred dollars.
I feel like I've been violated in some way.
Sunday, April 8, 2012
Poor Sport
I'm sometimes a poor sport. So what. Tell me who isn't? At some point, someone will show unsportsmanlike conduct. Even the most mellow people will do it. Really. It's only a matter time.
Let me explain. For Easter, I played the Easter Bunny. (By the way, Happy Easter!) Squeaks got an adorable, super poofy dress, sunglasses, and a baseball glove with velcro to help her learn to catch. Mine and Mav's basket was filled with a movie and a card game. It was simple. I'm not sure why some people go to crazy Christmas-birthday-elaborate attempts for Easter. Maybe I'm the only one who feels this way. Anyway, our movie was Bruce Almighty. I explained to Mav that at Christmas we get Christmas movies and Bruce Almighty was the closest thing to an Easter movie that I could find. It has God in it, right? Our card game, Monopoly Deal. We played it with friends a while back. It was a lot of fun. And we are always looking for good games to play.
I'm warning you now, do not get this game to play with just you and your husband. It causes fights. Big fights. Mav actually went straight to bed after I threw my cards at him. For a second time. This is where my unsportsmanlike conduct comes in.
Really. I'm actually mad that the kid is a genius. I hate him for it. It makes me mad. And it really makes me mad when he beats me in stupid, simple games like checkers. In school, he was the punk kid who sat in the back of the class, hardly paying attention. I was in the front row trying to listen to everything. Come test day, he's the kid who scores 120% on the test, which throws off the curve, making kids like me fail regardless of how hard we try. It's not fair! And once again I got beat by the smart kid!
This game really is fun to play with a group. We like it because unlike Monopoly, it doesn't take 20 hours to play instead it's about 20 minutes. But when it's just two players, there is only one person to steal properties and money from. That is not a good thing. Personally, I don't like being screwed with on purpose and that's what this game encourages. Stealing and screwing other players.
Now, we do have some awesome marriage friendly games that don't result in couples sleeping in separate rooms.
For a group we recommend:
Maybe to avoid the fights, we'll have to stick to Carcassonne and Ticket to Ride with just the two of us playing.
Do you know of any other games that are couple friendly? Or maybe ones that aren't? What are your favorites?
Let me explain. For Easter, I played the Easter Bunny. (By the way, Happy Easter!) Squeaks got an adorable, super poofy dress, sunglasses, and a baseball glove with velcro to help her learn to catch. Mine and Mav's basket was filled with a movie and a card game. It was simple. I'm not sure why some people go to crazy Christmas-birthday-elaborate attempts for Easter. Maybe I'm the only one who feels this way. Anyway, our movie was Bruce Almighty. I explained to Mav that at Christmas we get Christmas movies and Bruce Almighty was the closest thing to an Easter movie that I could find. It has God in it, right? Our card game, Monopoly Deal. We played it with friends a while back. It was a lot of fun. And we are always looking for good games to play.
I'm warning you now, do not get this game to play with just you and your husband. It causes fights. Big fights. Mav actually went straight to bed after I threw my cards at him. For a second time. This is where my unsportsmanlike conduct comes in.
Really. I'm actually mad that the kid is a genius. I hate him for it. It makes me mad. And it really makes me mad when he beats me in stupid, simple games like checkers. In school, he was the punk kid who sat in the back of the class, hardly paying attention. I was in the front row trying to listen to everything. Come test day, he's the kid who scores 120% on the test, which throws off the curve, making kids like me fail regardless of how hard we try. It's not fair! And once again I got beat by the smart kid!
This game really is fun to play with a group. We like it because unlike Monopoly, it doesn't take 20 hours to play instead it's about 20 minutes. But when it's just two players, there is only one person to steal properties and money from. That is not a good thing. Personally, I don't like being screwed with on purpose and that's what this game encourages. Stealing and screwing other players.
Now, we do have some awesome marriage friendly games that don't result in couples sleeping in separate rooms.
For a group we recommend:
- Pirates of the Caribbean Dice Game
- Farkle
- Catch Phrase
- Dicecapades
- Ticket to Ride- US version with 1910 expansion pack and the Dexter & Alvin expansion
- Carcassonne with the Princess & Dragon, Inns and Cathedrals, The River, and Traders and Builders expansions.
- Sequence
Maybe to avoid the fights, we'll have to stick to Carcassonne and Ticket to Ride with just the two of us playing.
Do you know of any other games that are couple friendly? Or maybe ones that aren't? What are your favorites?
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