A Really Useful Crew

Minding my own business, holding down the work fort on a Sunday (and no, you can NOT bring your 5-day-old baby in for bilirubin testing, we've reached our baby quota for the day), the darn Thomas the Train song pops into my head. Shunt this, Thomas!

No Peaches for You!

An open letter to our peach-loving next door neighbor who killed her own peach tree and loves to eat peaches from our much larger, glorious peach tree from Kmart:

From this day forward, there will be no having of our peaches for your breakfast when the weather is hot and the sun is shining through your windows due to certain lapses in snow removal discussions which have left ours the only sidewalk unplowed and three others nice and snow-free. Along with this decree comes certain articles, as follows:

• There will be no negotiating for said peaches.
• There will be no reinstatement of snow-blowing agreement after this date to gain back the peaches.
• There will be no tying-up of our peach tree this year so as to make like you have had some sort of impact on the peach crop.
• And you can have your peach-tying ropes back for use in other fruitless tree stringing.

Love,

Your next door/city neighbors, one of whom does not like peaches, but will gladly take them to work instead of letting you pick them in the dewy summer mornings.

RE: Ubersexual Men

In response to the question "are you an ubersexual man?", the wonderful, if not pious, Stephan Jenkins had this to say:

"It seems like a marketing ploy," he said by phone last week. "I don't think men need a 'sexual' put next to their names. ... What kind of sexual is the Dalai Lama? I want to be that."

Forcast: Boring

The weather was quite nasty this morning. It was dark. First it was snowing, then raining, then more snow. And to my suprise, thunder! The kids liked it.
I still had to go into work, though. Blah.

Furious Rose

I love Lisa Loeb. I could totally look like her if I had longer hair. Wouldn't that be nice?
Anyhow... I'm in the market for new glasses. All because of Lisa. I love her glasses. I just have to make an appointment with my eye doctor.
I wonder if Lisa is touring? You'd think I could look that up, wouldn't you? Well, today I don't have time. I am swamped at work... 2 fluids, a stat retic and countless coag and heme samples. All I have left is the second fluid count (it's horrible! I had to dilute it 100X, I hope it's enough!), both fluid diffs and 2 morphs. And to rack all my crap and be sure there isn't anything left pending. If my doctor thought I had fluid in my joint and all he got was 3 drops of very bloody gunk, I'd be furious. And then I'd feel sorry for the poor MT that has to do counts and diffs on it because she's going to be furious!

WTF?

If I could find the cord, I'd show you the picture of the pile of cords, of which none is the cord for my camera.

What Exactly Was the Question?

To move, or not to move. It's something I think about almost every day. I like my house. I don't want to leave it. We've made it look pretty nice. It feels like HOME when I walk in. My kids like to run around the chimney upstairs.
Crime is getting worse the closer you get to the city. We're not that far out, though we are right on the edge (1 foot west of our garage is the next city)... but these things seem too close to home.

Where do we go? Where do we live? Where can SE go to school?

We like our church. That is where we looked into sending SE to school. He had such a fun time while we chatted with the teacher. Even SM loved it. Actually, he can go to school the following year.

It's hard to up and leave work, too. It's like I'd be letting them down.. even though I shouldn't worry about it. They will eventually find someone else to take my place and things will go on as if I wasn't there. (sad isn't it?)

I guess everything will be ok. Wherever we go, there is always one thing that will stay the same: my family.

You, too, can get syphilis through the mail!

Syphilis is so cute! I'm in love.