Dude man! Yeah right, April, there will be no video posted of me dancing to Outkast. I can tell you this, it looked nothing like the leprechaun dance.
So I've been finding these little mouse turds around lately, did I tell you guys this? I put out a trap with some nice organic peanut butter on it. On Tuesday night I was all tucked up in bed, in my cold house under millions of covers when I heard BAM! clickety clackety clickety clackety. I decided it could wait, that I'd rather deal with a cold dead mouse in the am than a warm and still slightly wriggly one in the middle of the night. Bleh. So 6:45 rolled around, and feeling optimistic about Kevin's feelings for me, I called him and told him there was a nice cold bowl of cereal waiting for him if he wanted to get my mouse, like, right now. He declined, so I told myself I was a missionary living in some horrible place and slit my eyes so I wouldn't have to get a clear picture of the cold staring thing. I stomped into the kitchen, used the broom handle to get the trap into the middle of the foor, made a series of small jumps, and then used tongs to throw the whole thing into a garbage bag. Then I cried a little and ran outside to put it in the trash.
Disgusting. Anyways, guys, you should still come visit me, don't be scared. He was a loner mouse on a journey, I've decided. No worries about a repeat.
Thursday, November 13, 2008
Monday, November 10, 2008
Everything is different
I'm sitting here sweating, while a lady named Stella Sandoval "dances off the inches" on my tv. I've gained 7 lbs this year. I don't care that much, but I figured maybe I should try to exercise a little. So today I got this stupid salsa DVD from the library, and only finished part of it. Oh well. Better than nothing, right? Anyways Kevin exercises like 5 times a week so that's part of it. What if we had to run away from a robber, and he ran faster so the robber catches me first? No way dude.
So I'm here in Nashville now, in my little house. It's starting to come together, although I still feel sort of weird in it. Like I'm camping or something, like I don't really live here. However being in town is awesome. The leaves on the trees are beautiful and I get to see Kevin most days after work. There are really good restaurants and stores nearby. Work is close--but not so close I can hear the ambulances--and I hear trains only about twice a week. I've got some old friends here that I've seen a few times already. I've been to an art show, heard a string quartet, eaten Thai food and Indian food, and shopped at Trader Joe's.
My job is good. I just started. The clinic is a little chaotic, and only about half the patients speak English. So in the last week I've seen Somalians, Sudanese, Kurds, Ethiopians, and Togolese. And a handful of Mexicans. So we are on the language line calling up interpreters a lot, which I'm hoping will help me grow more patient. Ha. But the patients are great, and the midwives have been really kind so far, even though I've needed a lot of help figuring out the electronic charting.
The hospital is fine too, but it is so different from Hamilton. It is huge, and parking is a chore, and finding my way around is complicated. Like I know I'm going to get it soon, but I'll never be able to tell anybody how I got to labor and delivery from the Basement W section of the Central Garage on the J elevator. I've gone a different way every time.
So I guess...I know I'm going to love it, but I'm learning so much every day, I'm kind of on overload. It's not that fun to ask >27 questions a day in order to do your job. Oh well. I've got 3 months of orientation, so I'll get it.
Last night I sang karaoke on Kevin's playstation 3 and I'm pretty sure he was totally impressed. I sang "Hey Ya" and "Toxic" and "Crash". Guess which one was the most embarrassing? Definitely the Outkast, but that's cause I was trying to do the dance too.
So I'm here in Nashville now, in my little house. It's starting to come together, although I still feel sort of weird in it. Like I'm camping or something, like I don't really live here. However being in town is awesome. The leaves on the trees are beautiful and I get to see Kevin most days after work. There are really good restaurants and stores nearby. Work is close--but not so close I can hear the ambulances--and I hear trains only about twice a week. I've got some old friends here that I've seen a few times already. I've been to an art show, heard a string quartet, eaten Thai food and Indian food, and shopped at Trader Joe's.
My job is good. I just started. The clinic is a little chaotic, and only about half the patients speak English. So in the last week I've seen Somalians, Sudanese, Kurds, Ethiopians, and Togolese. And a handful of Mexicans. So we are on the language line calling up interpreters a lot, which I'm hoping will help me grow more patient. Ha. But the patients are great, and the midwives have been really kind so far, even though I've needed a lot of help figuring out the electronic charting.
The hospital is fine too, but it is so different from Hamilton. It is huge, and parking is a chore, and finding my way around is complicated. Like I know I'm going to get it soon, but I'll never be able to tell anybody how I got to labor and delivery from the Basement W section of the Central Garage on the J elevator. I've gone a different way every time.
So I guess...I know I'm going to love it, but I'm learning so much every day, I'm kind of on overload. It's not that fun to ask >27 questions a day in order to do your job. Oh well. I've got 3 months of orientation, so I'll get it.
Last night I sang karaoke on Kevin's playstation 3 and I'm pretty sure he was totally impressed. I sang "Hey Ya" and "Toxic" and "Crash". Guess which one was the most embarrassing? Definitely the Outkast, but that's cause I was trying to do the dance too.
