I got my hair cut again. The girl cut a lot off. Because I told her too. But relax, there was a lot there. And I got bangs, the annoying kind. Right now it looks so good, but it might be another mushroom, we'll see. I tried to take a picture of myself but I just look used up with really good hair. Guess it was sort of a hard week. You can see it on my cruise pictures when I get back.
* I know!! How will you ever wait?!!*
Guys I'll be on the cruise in 48 hours. eeeeeee!
This is a picture of me and Tami. It was taken last weekend. Not Jan. 1st. She came in town for like 5 seconds. Mostly just to tease me and make me taste coffee again. We had fun. I'm not sure, actually, why I have such a big face.
Soooo, the plan for tonight was to stay in and watch my Netflix videos, and process some things that are in the back of my head, and perhaps begin to pack. Unfortunately, something is wrong with the sound on my DVD and everyone's voice is all slow and creepy, and coming out 2 seconds after their mouths move. Of course I'm not REALLY going to pack this early, but I don't really want my Friday night event to be thinking, so here I am distracting myself. Don't you hate it how there has to even be a Friday night "event"? There's way more pressure than with a Tuesday night or something.
I was going to watch a movie with a friend but we moved it to yesterday because today I was inducing this girl, and I had a feeling she would take all night. She was delivered by 8:30 this morning, so uh, yeah. About those feelings I have. They were wrong.
This afternoon we saw patients, even though we never see patients on Friday afternoons, just to try and make up time with the holidays and me being out all next week. People in the office did favors for me all day, I don't know why, but it was fabulous. Maybe because of my new hair. Nancy saw one of my patients so I could eat lunch when I was so starving, and then she took a later lunch. The doctor did an entire new patient visit for me, and Judy helped Maritza find the missing charts she needed so I could leave.
Then I went to the hospital, broke this other lady's water, and watched El Gordo y la Flaca with her until she started getting all pushy. She was one of those ones who moves her baby fast, and she tried to push the head out while I was putting my gloves on, and the nurse was yelling at me to hurry up, and I delivered the baby with my pinky not all the way in the glove yet. That feels so annoying. The pinky, not the fast delivery. I love those. Afterwards I offered her some jugo de oveja. I meant to say grape juice, but then they started laughing at me, and so I tried purple juice, and they were like, "OH, uva!" and then I knew I was an idiot.
My Spanish, guys. It's awesome. Have some sheep juice. You've worked hard.
You know that Irreplaceable song by Beyonce? Of course you do. I think it's mean. But at least she's hot.
Here's some unsolicited advice that I'm giving you, because I'm giving it to myself tonight. If you're tired and it's been a long week, you shouldn't try to stay up late and force yourself to make important decisions. You should just flop around and call your uncomplicated friends and read dumb books and work on your eyebrows.
Here's me and Linda at Olive Garden last week. She doesn't usually smile like that, but you know, she was hungry.
4 comments:
You crack me up - I love reading your blog!! Can't wait to hear about the cruise and maybe I'll even offer you some oveja juice ;)
love ya,
rach
That is a really good reason for Moi to post a new picture. Dont you think?
I am really uncomplicated too. :)
hey, my computer that had your blog on favorites died so that's why this comment is late. Remember my story about working late one night and having bees or wasps or something flying around the lights. So I called maint. and told them there were ovejas flying around and they thought that was great. My Spanish is AWESOME. Hurry up with those cruise pictures.
ooh look at all these fun comments guys! thanks.
Moira, it is totally time to update. Do you still have that picture of you and your friend Krista up? Hasn't it been there for like 2 years? Not that I have any room to talk. Here is the secret to not being a mushroom, and it kind of sucks: you have to use a flat iron. You can't just walk out the door with wet hair anymore.
Bert, Wuthering Heights is a GREAT book. I vote for finishing it. However....1/3rd of the way is really far not to be into it yet. I quit the Brothers Karamazov against Ken's advice when I was like 300-400 pages into it. It wasn't grabbing me. And I like Russians usually.
Mom, I have never heard that story about flying ovejas.
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