tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-66469886460631881192024-03-14T04:04:19.847-07:00Life of a Med School WifeMrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.comBlogger50125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-72798714071479257272010-08-20T18:13:00.000-07:002010-08-20T18:13:00.844-07:00Ridiculously Simple? I think notWhat do you think of when you see this picture:<br />
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A. Children's Book <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(1)</span><br />
B. Cartoon from a newspaper<br />
C. Mr. MedSchool's latest art work<br />
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Answer:<br />
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None of the above.<br />
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It's Mr. MedSchool's Microbiology book. Seriously <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(2)</span>. Although it has a whimsical and charming cover, it also makes false claims. Even after <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">skimming</span> intensely studying this book, Microbology is still not ridiculously easy. It's not even remotely easy. In fact, it's still hard.<br />
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Cute pictures do not make up for false claims.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">1. Don't worry I haven't let the Sam's ad go to my head</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">2. Come on. Mr. MedSchool's artwork is much better than this...</span>Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-73376183632269790702010-08-18T17:57:00.000-07:002010-08-18T17:57:00.616-07:00Sam's Club is Conspiring Against MeSo it's school time again, which means back-to-school shopping. Unfortunately no new school clothes for me, just school supplies. So I begin to scour the newspaper ads for sales on paper, pens, binders and the usual. <br />
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Unfortunately, in my search, I received this wonderful ad sent to me in the mail:<br />
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So what worried me was not that I forgot to pick up cereal or paper towels but that top headline: "Mom's back-to-school stock-up."<br />
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I understand how this marketing works. They purchase lists of people in certain areas of certain ages. Apparently, I now fall into the "mom" age, and not just 'I had a baby last month' age but 'my child is old enough to be in school' age. Great! Not only is my mother continually pushing for a grandchild but apparently Sam's Club is too. Super .. Here's to another school year.Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-89474631066451105042010-08-17T17:27:00.000-07:002010-08-17T17:27:00.308-07:00Peanut Butter AmazingnessI think that peanut butter and chocolate are perhaps the best combination ever created and will eat anything constructed of this concoction. Every summer my mother makes a peanut butter pie, which is to die for. Unfortunately this summer, we didn't get to see my parents, and I missed out on the pie experience. Due to this misfortune, I decided to try my hand at this pie with a few twists of my own.<br />
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The result was glorious, an amazingly peanut butter and chocolate explosion.<br />
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Reeses peanut butter cups, chocolate and peanuts mmmm...<br />
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Yum .. Here's the secret to the deliciousness:<br />
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Peanut Butter Amazingness<br />
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<ul style="margin-bottom: 14px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 0px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><li class="ingredient" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://images.foodnetwork.com/webfood/fn20/imgs/bltccc.png); background-position: 2px 10px; background-repeat: no-repeat; line-height: 21px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2 cups chocolate graham cracker crumbs</span></li>
<li class="ingredient" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://images.foodnetwork.com/webfood/fn20/imgs/bltccc.png); background-position: 2px 10px; background-repeat: no-repeat; line-height: 21px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1 stick of butter, melted</span></li>
<li class="ingredient" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://images.foodnetwork.com/webfood/fn20/imgs/bltccc.png); background-position: 2px 10px; background-repeat: no-repeat; line-height: 21px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">8 ounces cream cheese</span></li>
<li class="ingredient" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://images.foodnetwork.com/webfood/fn20/imgs/bltccc.png); background-position: 2px 10px; background-repeat: no-repeat; line-height: 21px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3/4 cup powdered sugar</span></li>
<li class="ingredient" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://images.foodnetwork.com/webfood/fn20/imgs/bltccc.png); background-position: 2px 10px; background-repeat: no-repeat; line-height: 21px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">3/4 cup creamy peanut butter</span></li>
<li class="ingredient" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://images.foodnetwork.com/webfood/fn20/imgs/bltccc.png); background-position: 2px 10px; background-repeat: no-repeat; line-height: 21px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1 cup heavy whipping cream </span></li>
<li class="ingredient" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://images.foodnetwork.com/webfood/fn20/imgs/bltccc.png); background-position: 2px 10px; background-repeat: no-repeat; line-height: 21px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">2 tbsp sugar</span></li>
<li class="ingredient" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://images.foodnetwork.com/webfood/fn20/imgs/bltccc.png); background-position: 2px 10px; background-repeat: no-repeat; line-height: 21px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1 teaspoon vanilla extract</span></li>
<li class="ingredient" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://images.foodnetwork.com/webfood/fn20/imgs/bltccc.png); background-position: 2px 10px; background-repeat: no-repeat; line-height: 21px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">8 large Reeses Peanut Butter Cups</span></li>
<li class="ingredient" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://images.foodnetwork.com/webfood/fn20/imgs/bltccc.png); background-position: 2px 10px; background-repeat: no-repeat; line-height: 21px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1 12 oz bag of miniature Reeses (chopped)</span></li>
<li class="ingredient" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://images.foodnetwork.com/webfood/fn20/imgs/bltccc.png); background-position: 2px 10px; background-repeat: no-repeat; line-height: 21px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">1/4 cup chopped peanuts</span></li>
<li class="ingredient" style="-webkit-background-clip: initial; -webkit-background-origin: initial; background-attachment: initial; background-color: initial; background-image: url(http://images.foodnetwork.com/webfood/fn20/imgs/bltccc.png); background-position: 2px 10px; background-repeat: no-repeat; line-height: 21px; list-style-image: initial; list-style-position: initial; list-style-type: none; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px; outline-color: initial; outline-style: none; outline-width: initial; padding-bottom: 0px; padding-left: 10px; padding-right: 0px; padding-top: 0px;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Chocolate sauce</span></li>
</ul><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;">Mix graham cracker crumbs and melted butter until moist. Press into bottom of 8" spring form pan (lined with parchment) to form a crust. Stick 8 whole Reeses Cups facing outward onto the sides of the spring form plan.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;">Mix cream cheese, powdered sugar and peanut butter until combined. Whip cream with 2 tbsp of sugar and vanilla until stiff peaks form. Fold whipped cream into peanut butter mixture, until smooth. Fold in half of the bag of chopped miniature Reeses. Pour mixture on top of graham crust. Top with remaining chopped Reeses and peanuts. Then drizzle chocolate sauce on top.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><br />
</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;">But don't enjoy yet.. you need to freeze it for at least 2 hours. It can be hard but you can resist. I have faith in you.</span></span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="line-height: 21px;"><br />
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</span></span></div>Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-63469072802537485982010-08-15T17:26:00.000-07:002010-08-15T17:26:55.321-07:00Adventures in HammeringSo it has been just under 4 weeks of Project Bathroom and have now a a floor, walls, paint and a sink. To advance our project, Mr. MedSchool enlisted my help the other evening. However, that's not how the evening began. <br />
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After a particularly long day at work, I arrived home around 7pm to find Mr. MedSchool had already begun dinner (salmon with grilled asparagus<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> (1)</span>). After a wonderful dinner and a few glasses of wine, I sit in my big, comfy chair to relax for the evening. However, my relaxation was abruptly interrupted when Mr. MedSchool asked if I could help him for a few minutes on the bathroom. Being the loving (but definitely not handy) wife, I agreed. <br />
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So I walk into the bathroom and Mr. MedSchool hands me a hammer and asks me to tack up some wall covering. Sure, I can do this. I mean I have hammered things before ... at some point in my life .. I guess. <br />
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Turns out that hammering heavy duty nails into studs is a little different than hammering a nail into a wall for a picture .. particularly after you've had 2 glasses of wine <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(2)</span>. I take the first swing and nail <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(3)</span> my thumb.<br />
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Hammer: 1<br />
Mrs. MedSchool: 0<br />
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After a dramatic pause, I continue with the hammering. Unfortunately, I am finding it difficult to hit the nails straight into the studs <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(4)</span>. Mr. MedSchool tries to help me by holding the nails but that was a bad idea <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(5)</span>.<br />
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Hammer: 2<br />
Mr. MedSchool: 0<br />
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After 2 hours of fighting with the hammer, about 20 bent nails and 2 sore thumbs, we finally got all of the wall covering up and were off to bed. However, I did learn a valuable lesson from this little adventure. Anytime I believe that Mr. MedSchool wants me to help with a task, I should start drinking and then he'll think twice about how helpful I'll actually be.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">1. Handy man, doctor and a good cook, what more could a girl ask for? </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">2. Good choice on food Mr. MedSchool but bad call on the wine </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">3. No pun intended</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">4. Or hit the nail at all for that matter</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">5. That's what he gets for intoxicating me and then asking me to work ... </span>Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-49880152397918533602010-08-05T17:38:00.000-07:002010-08-05T17:38:39.335-07:00Renovation ContinuationGood News: No mold!<br />
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Bad News: The cost of the new floor was an extra $400 (for two hours of work) <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(1)</span><br />
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Worse News: It's been two weeks <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(2)</span> and my bathroom still looks like this:<br />
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</div>To make matters worse, I loose my <s>workhorse</s> husband to school starting next week. So we have approximately 3 workdays to get tile up and toilet in <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(3)</span>. This plan has one fatal flaw. In order to get everything done ... I have to help. <br />
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We'll see how that goes.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">1. After hearing this information, Mr. MedSchool thought for a hot minute that he might try another career. After a swift kick in the pants, this decision was changed. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">2. On a one week project, mind you </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">3. Yeah there's actually a lot more to it than that but I'm a sucker for alliterations </span>Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-3143870849622598962010-07-29T18:35:00.000-07:002010-07-29T18:35:00.265-07:00Baby Jeans<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So I am sure that many of you have seen the new <a href="http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=sQ0M9CBEkw0">Huggies commercial</a> for the designer diapers. At first, I thought that these were a joke but then I found this at the store.</span><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
</span></div><div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: center;"><a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyJSnSe57nLU0vcVMTBH7BnUTyGDF46zyu-SrOTwaQppwxr5EzoMKyXzS2TAtIHm7jge_B8qllqDTIdqBRAT6bSxrs7G2NvO3fn2VXXXGUk0RE1m-oAP596XEAfX90ue0fNYq9A117ENe/s1600/Picture+2.png" imageanchor="1" style="margin-left: 1em; margin-right: 1em;"><img border="0" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEicyJSnSe57nLU0vcVMTBH7BnUTyGDF46zyu-SrOTwaQppwxr5EzoMKyXzS2TAtIHm7jge_B8qllqDTIdqBRAT6bSxrs7G2NvO3fn2VXXXGUk0RE1m-oAP596XEAfX90ue0fNYq9A117ENe/s320/Picture+2.png" /></a></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Although many people have berated this product because seriously, why do you need denim diapers? I think that it is awesome! I mean parents are so busy now a days that, skipping a step of putting on clothes just makes things easier and they look so darn cute!</span></div><div><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><br />
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Mr. MedSchool and I aren't happy with just plain vanilla. We like to give our ice cream a little something extra. One of our favorite ice cream shops in Big City South use to make all sorts of crazy ice cream flavors like animal cracker, candy corn and (our favorite) red velvet cake! One day we decided, we can make that. So we made vanilla ice cream in our ice cream maker and crumbled red velvet cake in it. Then we swirled cream cheese frosting in it <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(2)</span> and voila!<br />
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Perfection! The recipe is below so buy yourself an ice cream maker, buy some premade red velvet cake <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(3)</span> and frosting and get started!<br />
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Ice Cream<br />
Mix 1/2 Gallon of Half and Half<br />
1 pt of heavy cream<br />
1 1/2 cups of sugar<br />
1 tsp of salt<br />
1 tbsp vanilla<br />
in ice cream maker canister and begin to make ice cream<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> (4)</span>. When the ice cream begins to get solid (15 to 20 minutes), mix in 2 to 3 slices of red velvet cake (roughly chopped). Then continue to let the ice cream maker do its thing. One the ice cream maker stops, put half of ice cream in a tuber ware dish. Then spoon dollops of cream cheese icing onto ice cream. Cover with the remaining ice cream. Then spoon more cream cheese icing onto the ice cream. Swirl with knife and either freeze or eat!<br />
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Enjoy! <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">1. Standard wedding gift for Southerners</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">2. Clutch </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">3. Or make it, if you are adventurous </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">4. You will also need ice cream salt and ice to do this. Note if you have never made ice cream ... look it up online first.</span>Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-64418472714190864832010-07-25T17:14:00.000-07:002010-07-25T17:14:28.358-07:00Restroom RenovationOne Week... that was all it was suppose to take. Now that Mr. MedSchool has been out of the classroom for a significant amount of time, he is getting antsy to start a new project. Thus he came up with the brilliant idea to <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">destroy</span> renovate our bathroom. He <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">guestimated</span> estimated that everything would take 1 week<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> (1)</span>. <br />
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This started out innocently with a few trips to Home Depot to look at tile and toilets<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> (2)</span>. Then words like "sledge hammer" and "demolition" started to be thrown around. Finally D Day <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(3) </span>came around, and I went to work, leaving Mr. MedSchool to work. By the time I came home our bathroom looked like this:<br />
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So as you can see the demolition was going well. ... I mean we have no walls ... literally. It took Mr. MedSchool another few days to tear down all of the tile <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(4)</span>, leaving a lovely thin layer of dust throughout the house that won't go away no matter how many times I dust. However, the greatest surprise came with Mr. MedSchool pulled up our shower floor. It seemed that the floor underneath was somewhat non existent. The wood underneath the tile had basically rotted, meaning it too has to be replaced. On another awesome note, rotted wood means a good chance of mold <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(5).</span> So basically we cannot do anything until the plumber comes on Tuesday, making this short one week project turn into an involved three week project.<br />
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Check back next week for Adventures in Mold! <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">1. Yeah I didn't buy that for a minute </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">2. Who knew there were so many toilet options</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">3. Demolition Day </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">4. That's three days out of the week, only 4 more to go</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">5. It just keeps getting better! </span>Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-49884698697226973042010-07-14T18:34:00.000-07:002010-07-14T18:34:42.748-07:00Adventures in Flying<div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">I had a travel adventure yesterday. After being in meetings for work over the last two days <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(1)</span>, I was headed back to Small Town South.<span> </span>My travel began as I arrived at the airport early and was able to snag a spot on the flight out before mine.<span> </span>Success! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(2)</span><span> T</span>hen we find out that this flight is delayed 1 hour due to bad weather in a connecting city … Okay not a huge deal, we are still taking off before my original flight.<span> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">So I board, happy that I am travel savvy enough to successfully catch an early flight out and win the race to get my luggage on before all of the overhead bins are full <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(3)</span>.<span> </span>Success #2!<span> </span>Once about 1/3 of the plane boards, we notice that no one else is getting on … great.<span> </span>Then the voice on the overhead informs us that we will again be delayed for 2 hours.<span> </span>We have the choice to stay on the aircraft, or get off.<span> </span>Seeing as that I have my dinner, computer, magazines and sky mall <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(4)</span>, I sprawl out on my row of seats and began to take a quick cat nap.</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">After about an hour and a half, they begin to reboard the plane.<span> </span>Everyone gets on fairly quickly but the flight door remains open … After 20 minutes everyone in their seats, we are alerted by the pilot that the flight is again delayed.<span> </span>45 minutes pass.<span> </span>We are ready to push back from the gate … finally.<span> </span>We slowly … slowly make our way down the tarmac.<span> </span>We are going at a snail’s pass, barely moving.<span> </span>Actually wait, we aren’t moving at all.<span> </span>Just as I begin to think that the pilot is stalling for the inevitable, he comes over the speakers, “We’re sorry to inform you that they have stopped all flights in and out of the airport (again), and frankly we don’t know when we will get in the air.” <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(5)</span></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">After an hour or so, the people around me begin to plot mutiny.<span> </span>“What’s the new law on how long you can hold passengers on a plane?" "It's like they've got us as prisoners in here." "Seriously they aren't going to even give us water and snacks?" <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(6)</span> Finally we get the go ahead to take off at 11:30 - 4.5 hours after our scheduled takeoff and 40 minutes after the last connecting flight to Small Town South left the big city airport. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">We wearily arrive at 1:30am. Noting that there are in fact no flights out for the rest of the night <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(7)</span>, I blow past passengers bedding down for the night and the Delta counter, where there are 2 Delta employees and about 100 tired, angry customers. I am only a few hours drive away from Small Town South so I head towards the rental car area. After visiting every rental car counter, I find there are no cars left <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(8)</span>. With no flight, no car, and no bed - desperation sets in. It's 2am and I begin to call people I know in the city. Call one -answer. Call two - no answer <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(9), </span>etc. I begin to come to terms with the fact that I will be up all night guarding my belongings from the creepy airport people who are wandering around, eying everyone's luggage. Then I get a text back from Call # 1 "Did you mean to call me?" I immediately call back and beg my new heroine to pick me up at the airport and let me sleep on her on her futon for a few hours. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">By the grace of God, she agreed and by 3 am, I was snuggled in her futon. 3.5 hours later, I was up again. Ready to catch my rescheduled flight at 8:30am. The most wonderful friend ever's husband dropped me off at the train station on the way to his work that I could get to the airport (T - 1 hour 25 minutes to flight). Unfortunately, I greatly underestimated the time. What I thought would take 30 minutes was more like 50 minutes (T - 35 minutes). Once I got to the airport, I realized that everyone that didn't get out last night was trying to get through security that morning, at one time (T - 30 minutes). <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(10)</span> I get through security with no issues and knock over a poor older lady getting on the train to the terminal <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(11)</span> (T - 10 minutes). I hop off at the terminal and began to run. Only 30 gates stand between me and my flight <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(12)</span>. I run up to the counter to find that my flight is again delayed <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(13)</span>. </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">To wrap things up after a minor mechanical issue, which turned into major mechanical issue <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(14)</span>, we switched planes. It's now 2 hours after we were suppose to take off, and we have a new gate, a new plane but not a new take off time. In fact we don't have a take off time at all. Apparently the flight attendant is injured and they are having trouble finding another. Now, I know I don't work in this industry but don't you think that you could find an extra flight attendant in say .. an airport?</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;">After another hour, they find a flight attendant and board the team. A short hour long flight and I am home, exactly 12 hours after I was suppose to be. On this flight adventure, I did learn a few things though:</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal" style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif; font-size: 13px; margin-bottom: 0px; margin-left: 0px; margin-right: 0px; margin-top: 0px;"></div><ol><li>Know people in every major city that are liable to be awake or answer their phones at odd hours </li>
<li>Be prepared to buy that person a large, expensive bottle of wine</li>
<li>Don't be afraid to knock over old people to make your flight</li>
<li>Heels are a horrible idea for an airport, always pack sandals</li>
<li>Get a good nights sleep before you fly anywhere because you never know when you may have to stay up all night to guard your luggage from creepers in an airport </li>
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</div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">1.</span><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Which went well, thank you for asking</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">2.</span><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Foreshadowing</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">3.</span><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Mr. MedSchool does not understand the importance of being on the plane first but after having my carry on checked on too many times b/c of too much luggage in the overhead bins , I am ruthless..</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">4.</span><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Cubicle missile launcher pg 86 … awesome!</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">5.</span><span style="font: normal normal normal 7pt/normal 'Times New Roman';"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span></span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Yeah, I’m not kidding, he said that.</span><span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">Great now we have a pissed pilot too</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">6. PS Lady, if you ask the flight attendants nicely, they will give you water, just not booze - they aren't allowed to give that out if the plane is stopped on the tarmac - major bummer</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">7. Unless I had a ticket to Seoul, Korea</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">8. Except for the 100 that I can clearly see in the parking lot across from the counter</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">9. Not that this is surprising because it is 2am and we aren't as young as we use to be</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">10. Printed boarding pass the night before I left the airport to skip the ticket counter - Did I say savvy traveler? </span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">11. Take no prisoners ... make the flight</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">12. Yeah, may not seem like a lot but when you are dodging 7 and 70 year olds, it takes its toll </span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">13. Not happening again .. no more delays ... argh....</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">14. Big oops by the Delta Mechanics team</span></div><div style="border-collapse: collapse; font-family: arial, sans-serif;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"><br />
</span></div>Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-62980366023943306752010-07-05T18:30:00.000-07:002010-07-05T18:30:36.673-07:00It's A MedSchool SummerSo Summer is in full swing around here and the soon to be second years (and significant others) are celebrating their last summer of freedom. As I discovered from my third year wife friend, it's all down hill from here. At this time next year Mr. MedSchool will be held up in our <s>guest bedroom</s> "office" studying for The Boards <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(1)</span>. Then after the boards ... rotations start. Mr. MedSchool could end up anywhere in the state for rotations and where terms like "on call" become a realty. Awesome.<br />
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However, this summer is different. With the no studying, all nighters or anatomy labs, the soon to be second years are taking advantage of the free time. Although several of our friends are taking this time to travel the world <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(2)</span>, lots of us are left in Small Town South to enjoy the summer which is not at all short of events. In fact their is an event every night of the week. Here's our normal week:<br />
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Monday: Mexican Night<br />
Tuesday: Bowling (All you can bowl for $5) <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(3)</span><br />
Wednesday: Trivia <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(4) </span><br />
Thursday: Minor League Baseball - $1 beers<br />
Friday: "Going Out" <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(5)</span><br />
Saturday: Cooking out<br />
Sunday: Church and Rest<br />
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We only have one more month of glory left before we are back to the grind.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">1. Ba Bu Bummmmm (ominous chimes)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">2. Just a tad jealous</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">3. We basically have the place to our selves if it weren't for the hormoned crazed teens ... seriously go to your 1998 Civic if you want to make out ... no one at the bowling alley wants to see that ...except for the creepy child molester guy in the corner</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">4. Unfortunately, we are not good, seeing as that none of the questions are on Anatomy of the Human Body, pharmacology, biochem or fashion (yeah the last one is me)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">5. If you can call our 2 decent bars that </span>Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-68757168231027825002010-07-05T17:47:00.000-07:002010-07-05T17:47:48.972-07:00Getting HandySo on our day off from the 4th, we decided to get a little crafty. We recently bought a beautiful new dining room set <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(1)</span>. The wood was in good condition. However the flowered cushions <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(2)</span>, looked <s>horrible</s> a tad bit dated. Mr. MedSchool, the Handyman himself, decided, we could fix these ourselves <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(3)</span>.<br />
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So we trek to Hobby Lobby to pick out new cushion fabric, sans flowers. Once we arrive home Mr. Medschool pulls out the tool kit and begins to take the chair apart <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(4)</span>. <br />
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First we unscrewed the base from the seats<br />
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Then we took the old fabric off of the cushion and bottom board and wrapped them in the new fabric. Then we took our handy dandy staple gun<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> (5)</span>, and stapled the fabric to the bottom board.<br />
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Soon Voila, a beautiful new chair <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(6)</span>. <br />
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Now only 5 more to do.<br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">1. Thank God for Craig's List</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">2. What great style we had in 1995</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">3. And I begin looking on Craig's List for more chairs b/c the chances of us having chairs with cushions after this event is over is slim</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">4. It's okay, I found a set of 4 on Craig's List already ...</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">5. Because it wouldn't be a project, if we didn't have to buy a new tool</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">6. And 0 broken chair legs</span>Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-34533104169774092312010-02-15T18:19:00.000-08:002010-02-15T18:19:19.919-08:00I'm A Real Doctor Now<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">So I got a text message the other day that read, “I just got my medical kit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>It is awesome. I feel like a real doctor now.”<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">This all started about a month ago when Mr. MedSchool came home and told me that he had to unexpectedly drop $800.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Great, what could have broken <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(1)</span>? Did we have to fix all the pipes under the house or something? Nope. Mr. MedSchool had to purchase his medical kit.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This kit was full of <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">toys </span>medical tools like an othalmoscope <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(2),</span> tuning forks <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(3),</span> reflex hammer <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(4)</span> and stethoscope<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> (5).</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Well last week the kit came in and when I arrive home Mr. MedSchool had already given himself a full exam.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He then proceeded to sit on the couch and listen to his heart, his stomach, his head, the TV and me through his stethoscope.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then hit himself repeatedly with his reflex hammer and laugh after each time.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However he couldn’t look into his own ear or eye<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> (6)</span>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Because of this inability, I became the subject. Don’t fear, my heart sounds find and my reflexes work.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, I apparently have very black eardrums, and I we’re not sure about my eyes as I cannot keep them open when a bright light is shined in it – particularly when the “doctor” can’t see so he gets as close as he can and takes way too long to look.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">1. And how did you do it?</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">2. Thing Doctor uses to look in your ears and eyes</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">3. Tests hearing and stuff like that </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">4. Like the one that the doctor uses to hit your knee with </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">5. Yeah, you should totally know that one</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">6. Although I wouldn’t put it past him to have tried in the mirror. </span></div><!--EndFragment-->Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-12444250028140583062010-02-13T18:38:00.000-08:002010-02-15T18:45:39.202-08:00You Have to Sign a Waiver for What?Birthday excitement! We received my nephew's birthday party invitation yesterday. There was a waiver included. Like for our safety... we have to sign a waiver ... for the 5 year old's birthday party. This should be fun. <br />
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Disclaimer: We are going rock climbing, hence the waiver. <br />
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Yeah you read that right. 5 year old. Rock Climbing.Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-44815910991895913232010-02-12T18:24:00.000-08:002010-02-12T18:24:12.582-08:00Hot and Steamy Cards From the Dog<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">So Valentines is around the corner and Mr. MedSchool and I have our usual tradition planned, nice, quite dinner at home <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(1)</span>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After just buying a house, doing multiple renovations and purchasing a dining room set <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(2)</span>, Mr. MedSchool and I decided not to get each other anything this year <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(3)</span>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, we do have a long standing Card war.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We buy each other cards for every holiday and not mushy, lovey-dovey cards but funny, make-you-laugh-so-hard-you-want-to-cry cards.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Being the procrastinator that I sometimes am <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(4)</span>, I finally went today to get Mr. MedSchool’s Valentine’s Day card.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After wading my way through the wall of people in the greeting card aisle <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(5)</span>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I looked through the sparse selection left a card with the perfect mix of funny and sweet but keeping with my personality <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(6).</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">While looking through cards, I realized how big the greeting card industry had become.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Where I usually remember there being categories like: Romantic, Funny, For Husband, For Wife, etc., now there are categories like Hot & Steamy, Cards with Sound, For Step Grand Daughter, From the Dog <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(7)</span>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There were even specific cards for people whose birthday is n valentines, three different versions! Seriously … just buy two cards. I mean it has to suck to have your birthday on another holiday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>How much worse would it be if the one you loved bought you a combo card? </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">So after picking up my card (and some hair gel), I went to the check out thinking about how commercialized that we had become as a nation.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So, I made sure to grab a bag of Easter candy to console myself on the way home <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(8)</span>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">1. because we don’t want deal with other people and waiters trying to turn our table on one of the busiest nights of the year. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">2. Craig’s List is the best!</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">3. Self-administered spending freeze .. perhaps the government could learn something from us</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">4. Not all the time … just most of it</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">5. Mostly Men… shocking.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">6. Impossible you say? ... oh I found it, I’m good at this game </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">7. At least there were no Hot & Steamy cards from the dog</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">8. Seriously, who doesn’t love those Reese’s eggs?</span></div><!--EndFragment-->Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-23676303042569432842010-02-03T14:57:00.000-08:002010-02-03T14:57:00.731-08:00Brownies That Move Mountains<div class="MsoNormal">I have found that one of the best ways to thank people is food <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(1).</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Whether it’s thanking some guys for helping you move, a friend for inviting you to a dinner party or a relative whose house you stayed at, food is always to say thank you.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">I recently ran across a recipe for brownies from the Barefoot Contessa Cookbook<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> (2).</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The recipe sounded great but a little intense.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I mean there’s a double boiler involved <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(3)</span> and multiple types of chocolate (semisweet melted, semisweet chips<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> [4]</span>, unsweetened).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>However, it is completely worth it.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I add frosting to mine as well a ganache or cream cheese frosting make these even better</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Outrageous Brownies <o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal">Note: These are baked in a 12 x 18 baking sheet.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You can also use two 12 x 9 baking sheets.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Ingredients: </div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-text-indent-alt: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span>1 pound unsalted butter<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-text-indent-alt: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span>1 pound plus 12 ounces semisweet chocolate chips<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-text-indent-alt: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span>6 ounces unsweetened chocolate<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-text-indent-alt: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span>6 extra-large eggs<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-text-indent-alt: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span>3 tablespoons instant coffee granules<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-text-indent-alt: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span>2 tablespoons pure vanilla extract<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-text-indent-alt: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span>2 1/4 cups sugar<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-text-indent-alt: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span>1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-text-indent-alt: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span>1 tablespoon baking powder<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-text-indent-alt: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span>1 teaspoon salt<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal" style="margin-left: 0in; mso-list: l0 level1 lfo1; mso-text-indent-alt: 0in; text-indent: 0in;"><span style="font: 7.0pt "Times New Roman";"> </span>3 cups chopped walnuts (didn’t use these, still good)<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><b>Directions<o:p></o:p></b></div><div class="MsoNormal">Preheat oven to 350 degrees F.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Butter and flour a 12 x 18 x 1-inch baking sheet.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal">Melt together the butter, 1 pound of chocolate chips, and the unsweetened chocolate in a medium bowl over simmering water. Allow to cool slightly. In a large bowl, stir (do not beat) together the eggs, coffee granules, vanilla, and sugar. Stir the warm chocolate mixture into the egg mixture and allow to cool to room temperature.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">In a medium bowl, sift together 1 cup of flour, the baking powder, and salt. Add to the cooled chocolate mixture. Toss the walnuts and 12 ounces of chocolate chips in a medium bowl with 1/4 cup of flour, then add them to the chocolate batter. Pour into the baking sheet.<o:p></o:p></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Bake for 20 minutes, then rap the baking sheet against the oven shelf to force the air to escape from between the pan and the brownie dough. Bake for about 15 minutes, until a toothpick comes out clean. Do not overbake!</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">1. Or beer </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">2. </span><a href="http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/outrageous-brownies-recipe3/index.html"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">http://www.foodnetwork.com/recipes/ina-garten/outrageous-brownies-recipe3/index.html</span></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">3. Problem, since my method of melting chocolate involved a microwave.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">4. Please use good chocolate! Like one of the ones that has a percentage of Cacao in it. Even Kroger has a generic brand, come on </span><o:p></o:p></div><!--EndFragment-->Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-54766701056497538752010-01-31T16:55:00.000-08:002010-01-31T16:55:00.408-08:00More Adventures in Homeownership Part 2<div class="MsoNormal">Sunday 4:52pm .. final closet doors up! </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Next up: paint the back porch … awesome</div>Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-54061443052061543862010-01-30T14:49:00.000-08:002010-01-31T14:59:53.024-08:00More Adventures in Homeownership<div class="MsoNormal">So we continue our home improvement adventure by putting up more doors in our house <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(1).</span> After the last the weekend of the <a href="http://lifeofamedschoolwife.blogspot.com/2010/01/but-it-was-on-sale.html">More Tools, More Work Treaty</a>, Mr. MedSchool continued to hold up his end of the deal (more work). However, the work became very sporadic. Now I understand that he is in Med School and is not my handiwork houseboy <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(2)</span>, and I don’t want Mr. MedSchool to sacrifice his studies because things need to get done around the house. However, when our hallway bathroom goes without a door for 2 weeks … I feel like the intense <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(3) </span>studying habits weren’t prohibiting the door installation. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">On Sunday, Mr. MedSchool took several doors down with the intention of putting them back up that day. However, the door needed to be cut and it was raining <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(4)</span>. Mr. MedSchool informed me that he would have them up by Tuesday. Tuesday passed. Wednesday Passed. The weekend passed <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(5)</span>. </div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">It is Saturday and the door is up. Only 2 more to go… who knows when they will make an appearance in our house.</div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal">Reader’s Note: All this being said, my husband is wonderful and does balance Med School and real life extremely well. He also does tons around the house to help me in addition to all of the handiwork <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(6). </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">1. Yeah ..that’s right we’re still doing that.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">2. We’re not into role playing anyways.</span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">3. More like erratic </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">4. And as we have learned from past experience, Power tools and rain do not mix </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">5. I will give this one to Mr. Medschool because we actually weren’t home for most of the weekend. </span></div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">6. And he cooks and cleans</span></div>Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-31793308265517071632010-01-26T18:12:00.000-08:002010-01-26T18:12:29.829-08:00Party Time<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">Nieces and Nephews are a special gift.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>They give you just enough “kid time” to remind you why you are not ready to have children while also satiating your parents’ need for grandchildren so they are not consistently bug you about having kids.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We have a few nieces and nephews in the family and get together for holidays, family vacations and birthdays.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Little kid birthdays are the best.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You get to do things like bounce in a bouncy house, go to a petting zoo, swing, <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">fight over presents</span>, play with water guns, (1) etc. I was especially excited about my 5 year old niece’s birthday party this past weekend.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We were meeting then in Big City, South to go Snow Tubing at a local amusement park.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was pumped! <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(2)</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Unfortunately we got a call shortly before the party was to start telling us that because of the incoming rain, the outdoor Snow Tubing was closed.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Scrambling to find another place, our brother and sister-in-law settled upon one of the most popular spots for children’s birthdays: Chuck E Cheese.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Now I have been at a Chuck E Cheese in the past.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>In fact, we had a college sisterhood event there for my sorority.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Unfortunately a Chuck E Cheese full of 100 20-something girls gossiping and a Chuck E Cheese full of 100 children screaming and running around <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(3)</span> is not the same.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Not even close.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Mr. MedSchool and I ventured to the party location and sat outside in our car for 15 minutes.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Even though we were on time, we did <b>not</b><span style="font-weight: normal;"> want to be the first ones there.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We entered the Chuck E Cheese and made a beeline for the back “Party” area where the family sat <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(4)</span>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I quickly learned I could stand the “Party” area with the creepy animatronic mouse and incessant playing of children’s songs was easier to handle than the arcade area.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>The arcade area was filled with kids running at top speed and screaming.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was amazed at how parents just let kids run wild throughout the area.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Aren’t they afraid that, I don’t know, that someone will take their kids <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(5)</span>.</span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">So after two hours of screaming, kicking, greasy pizza, creepy animatronics, and a loop of “She’ll be Comin’ ‘round the Mountain,” we realized that our life was still better than the person that has to dress up like Chuck E Cheese and dance and sing everyday.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>So onward to our next birthday party.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our nephew turns 5 next month and his party is rock climbing <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(6)</span>.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> 1. Sadly, Mr. MedSchool and his friends do 3 out of 4 of these without being around any children</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> 2. Come on, it doesn’t snow here much</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> 3. It was like a swarm of flies, only with very high decibel level</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> 4. And my father-in-law was complaining about how there were so many TVs and none of them were playing the game.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> 5. Note they do have a “stamp system,” and no child is suppose to leave without the adult with the same ink stamp on his or her arm. However, there is this thing called water … which washes off stamps</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> 6. Yeah cause that’s not dangerous for adults … much less 5 year olds. </span><br />
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<ol><li>Really Sweaty Guy: The other day on a guy hopped onto the elliptical next to me. After 20 minutes, I noticed that he was really working on up a sweat to the point that it was pouring<span style="font-size: x-small;"> (3) </span>off of him. After 45 minutes on the elliptical, Mr. Sweaty McSweaterson was finally done. There was literally a pool of sweat around the elliptical. Thankfully Really Sweaty Guy did take his towel and mop up the lake of liquid around the machine <span style="font-size: x-small;">(4)</span>. </li>
<li>Barbie: Barbie comes every Tuesday and Thursday and walks on the treadmill. You can also smell Barbie before you see her. After hopping on the treadmill next to me last week, I almost hacked up a lung because of her perfume. Not only does Barbie smell like a Perfumania, but she wears more makeup than any person I have ever seen at 6am <span style="font-size: x-small;">(5)</span>.</li>
<li>Grunty Muscle Man: Every gym has a Mr. Grunty as a regular. He is the ripped guy <span style="font-size: x-small;">(6) </span>that makes awkward and uncomfortable noises that would suggest he is having a hernia. Mr. Muscle Man is also notoriously bad about dropping weights on the ground after he is finished with them to emphasize how much he was lifting.</li>
</ol> Although these individuals can be distracting, if it weren't for Sweaty, Smelly and Grunty <span style="font-size: x-small;">(7)</span>, what else would keep me entertained on the stationary bike?<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">1. It's okay they only have 2 more weeks until they give up and the ellipticals are all mine again. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">2. Mostly from the extreme panting while walking on the treadmill </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">3. No literally pouring in streams</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">4. Note to self do not use Elliptical #4</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">5. Except for in Vegas...lots of makeup and for that matter lots of perfume too.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">6. Or sometimes a guy that wishes he was ripped</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">7. Like my own little dwarfs of the gym</span>Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-18536231764367028062010-01-11T19:15:00.000-08:002010-01-11T19:15:23.745-08:00But It was On Sale<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">But It was On Sale: A term that women often use to justify the purchase of an item that will come in handy but is not completely necessary. Men rarely use this term unless it is pertaining to a grill, TV or in my case, power tools.<br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Over the past few months, I have found that with new homeownership comes with do-it-yourself projects of all shapes and sizes<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> (1)</span>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our latest project is hanging doors.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We have approximately 10 doors in our house, and Mr. MedSchool decided that we would paint and hang all of them this weekend in between shopping, hosting friends for dinner, church, studying, and work <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(2)</span>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Our door adventure began on Friday afternoon when Mr. MedSchool proudly arrived from an excursion to the Home Depot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He had in hand a new router, finishing blade, and new drill bits.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>He explained to me that even though he had spent a good chunk of change, these were all things that he absolutely needed these things to hang the doors <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(3)</span>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After spending a few hours setting up a <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">huge mess</span> “workshop,” we began to spend our Friday night painting doors <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(4)</span>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">We worked until about midnight <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(5)</span>, when it was time to hang the first door.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>We got the hinges in place on our newly painted door and drilled everything in place.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Then we closed the door and it stopped.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> Over time the house kind of sagged <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(6), </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;">and i</span>t seemed that the doorframe was the issue.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>There was only one way to fix this issue, buy a new tool for Mr. MedSchool to </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">play</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> work with.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span></span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">So the next day we arose early to make another trek to the Home Depot to buy a chisel set.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After routing and painting, I got ready to meet my friend Amy for lunch and a bit of shopping.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>After a few hours, I returned to find Mr. MedSchool still working<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> (7)</span>.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>“I had to spend more money,” Mr. MedSchool informed me.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>You see apparently Mr. MedSchool ran out of screws and had to go again to the Home Depot.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>While there, an electric sander caught his eye. “I had to buy it you see, it will make my work much faster, and <i>it was on sale</i>.”<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(8)</span><span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">So after hanging approximately 6 doors <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(9)</span>, we wrapped up the weekend about 6 tools richer and a few hundred dollars poorer.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Due to this “investment,” Mr. MedSchool and I have instituted the More Tools, More Work treaty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>This new legislation of our household entails that Mr. MedSchool start a new project for each tool that he buys and that tools must be used in at least 3 times.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Now we just have to see if I can work up a More Clothes, More Cleaning treaty.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">1. And spending money, do your know how much a door costs? </span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">2. Yeah … we’re pretty popular</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">3. Just like I absolutely needed the new curtains and rug that I bought which Mr. MedSchool didn’t understand why I would spend money on. </span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">4. Yeah painting doors on Friday night … we’re really popular </span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">5. Like I said … popular</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">6. Yeah apparently lots of things sag with age</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">7. Let the record show that the only thing I bought on this shopping excursion was a $35 hall runner and a $7 belt (thank you TJ Maxx)</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">8. It was “On Sale” how many times have I used that line on shoes and it hasn’t worked.</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">9. Shocking! Something took longer than Mr. MedSchool expected. </span><br />
</div><!--EndFragment-->Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-53706446080735879862010-01-05T19:02:00.000-08:002010-01-31T14:57:07.957-08:00Deceiving Your Children: Chapter 1As you may have figured out <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(1)</span>, I like to cook, and although, I do get most of my recipes off the internet, I love cookbooks. There's just something about setting open a cookbook and whipping up a delicious meal to make you feel all warm and domesticky. <br />
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This past Christmas I received a different kind of cookbook. It's called Deceptively Delicious by Jennifer Seinfeld <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(2)</span>. <br />
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The main theme of the book is tricking your <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">husband</span> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(3)</span> children <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(4)</span> into eating vegetables by pureeing them into goo and then putting them into everything from from pasta to mac and cheese to brownies.<br />
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In short, I have decided that this book is pure genius <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(5)</span>. If you simply <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">lie</span> don't tell your children that you are hiding things that they find disgusting in their food, they will eat it. Plus, there are great chapter titles like "Changing Habits Through Loving Deception." <br />
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Apparently, it is hard work to be deceptive and not get caught. First most veggies must be steamed or roasted. Then they are pureed in a food processor. Then you take 1/2 cup portions of each of the purees and put them in ziplock bags to freeze. Now Mrs. Seinfield assures us that you won't notice the extra 2 -5 minutes it takes to puree and it takes <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">her maid</span> her only about an hour a week to prepare all of these purees. Dear Mrs. Seinfeld, have <span class="Apple-style-span" style="text-decoration: line-through;">your maids </span>you ever roasted a squash <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(6)</span>, then waited for it to cool <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(7)</span>, then scooped out the still steaming flesh into a food processor<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> (8)</span>, then processed <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(9)</span>, then portioned into individual bags <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(10) </span>?<br />
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As I read further about pureeing spinach and cauliflower and beets, the book also suggests that you can puree turkey and chicken for extra protein <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(11),</span> and there are also fun "Tip" pages on topics such as "How to Say No" <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(12)</span> or tips for "Dining Out" <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(13)</span>.<br />
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In conclusion, this is a great book and a good idea. So anytime now that I want to get my folic acid from my lasagna or beta carotene from my sloppy joes, I will turn to Deceptively Delicious. <br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">1. If you have actually been paying attention to my posts</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">2. Yes, like Jerry's wife</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">3. Well Now you know my motive</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">4. and now you know my mom's motive for giving me the book</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">5. and Jennifer is thinking "Who's the more clever Seinfeld now Jerry..huh?"</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">6. 30 to 40 minutes </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">7. 5 to 10 minutes </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">8. 3 minutes </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">9. 2 to 5 minutes (oh look she got one right)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">10. 5 minutes</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">11.mmm ... liquid dinner</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">12. Really? You're pureeing vegetables and hiding them in other foods... you are way too late on this tip page to start now</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">13. Because that will make your kids eat healthier?</span>Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-10988219430860554812010-01-04T18:30:00.000-08:002010-01-04T18:30:47.508-08:00Welcome to 2010It's been so long, and I have missed you all. So to explain my long blogging absence, the only explanation that I have is that things have been slightly South of crazy. So just to give you a run down: in the last month and a half we have bought a house, fixed it up, moved in, gone on a 15 hour road trip, been in 5 states, celebrated 2 holidays, and managed not to loose my mind.<br />
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So I have learned a few things with our ventures of the past few weeks:<br />
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<ol><li>I was never meant to be a painter or a carpenter or handiman or any job that requires skill or handiness </li>
<li>If the weather says Heavy Snow, even though you live in the South, they might be telling the truth</li>
<li>Man <b>CAN</b> live on peanut butter, poptarts and cereal alone</li>
<li>If you tell my mother you want cute scarves for Christmas, she will by you a few, 15 to be exact</li>
<li>Swedes can pack, have you ever been to Ikea?</li>
<li>DVR <b>WILL</b> change your life</li>
<li>Attics = Storage Unit for Husband's Junk</li>
</ol>I will expound up these in the coming weeks as well as our great adventures of home ownership. As for now, I leave you with this thought: No matter how crazy and busy your last year was... always be ready for the next to be a bigger whirl wind. Happy 2010. Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-65590104471233888872009-11-22T19:03:00.000-08:002009-11-22T19:03:00.675-08:00Leavin' on a Jet Plane?<!--StartFragment--> <br />
<div class="MsoNormal">So I must apologize for my recent absence.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I have been traveling the US this past week and not by choice.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our company has just acquired a new client in Seattle.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was chosen as one of the staff to go to Seattle for our kick off meeting.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>I was very excited not only to be chosen to go to this meeting but also to visit Seattle, a city I had never been to.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">Because the meeting began on a Monday, we decided to go up early on Sunday to see the sites.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Good idea in theory… however, it was not to be.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>Our journey began early on Sunday with a 6:30am flight from our regional airport to connect in Atlanta and fly to Seattle. However, fog delayed our flight until 8:20 (1).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>By the time that we finally arrived in Atlanta, all non-stop flights to Seattle were booked, making our day into a nationwide tour of airports.<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span>From Atlanta, we went Cincinnati for a 4 hour layover and then would arrive in Seattle at 7pm (2).<span style="mso-spacerun: yes;"> </span><br />
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</div><div class="MsoNormal">After our airport excursion, I made a few observations:<br />
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</div><ol start="1" style="margin-top: 0in;" type="1"><li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list .5in;">Regional airports = Airport Amateur Day. I'm not just talking about 1/2 of the passengers who had never flown in their lives. It seemed that no one knew what was going on: desk agents, security and gate agents had no idea what they were suppose to be doing. </li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list .5in;">Just because a restaurant has Wolfgang Puck in the title does not mean that it will be classy ... or even good</li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list .5in;">Paying $5 for Tetris on your iPhone never seemed worth it .. until you are stuck in an enclosed area with nothing to watch but the Cincinnati/Steelers game.</li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list .5in;">People in Cincinnati are serious about football </li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list .5in;">It is completely acceptable to lay on the floor and go to sleep in an airport</li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list .5in;">If you do decide to fall asleep, make sure that you have a buddy … otherwise people may draw things on you (3)</li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list .5in;">Apparently people think that it is fine to bring infants and toddlers on a red eye flight <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(4)</span></li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list .5in;">A neck pillow can be the best purchase that you have made in a month</li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list .5in;">If a gate agent gives you a first class ticket, take it and run</li>
<li class="MsoNormal" style="mso-list: l1 level1 lfo2; tab-stops: list .5in;">You may think that first class isn’t as great as people say it is, but after sitting in airports for 7 hours … a couple of glasses of wine and being able to stretch your legs is amazing <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">(5)</span></li>
</ol><div class="MsoNormal"> <span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;">1. Coincidentally the same time that our connecting flight left Atlanta’s airport</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> 2. Only 8 hours after our original landing time</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> 3. Yeah and you thought that just happened in college</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> 4. Yeah … its not, not cool at all</span><br />
</div><div class="MsoNormal"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: x-small;"> 5. Apparently Delta felt bad for us and bumped us to first class,</span><br />
</div><!--EndFragment-->Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-83416161942476339872009-11-12T18:40:00.000-08:002009-11-12T18:40:07.813-08:00Awesome. The only word to describe it.So you ever have one of those overwhelming cravings? Well I often get a hankering <span style="font-size: x-small;">(1)</span> for peanut butter and chocolate <span style="font-size: x-small;">(2)</span> and this time decided to make something satiate the craving. I decided a chocolate cake with peanut butter filling and dark chocolate Reeses would do the trick. I looked up a chocolate cake recipe that I hadn't tried before <span style="font-size: x-small;">(3)</span>. To complete the Peanut Butteriness of the cake, I mixed in 1 1/2 cups of chopped dark Reeses <span style="font-size: x-small;">(4)</span> into the cake batter and 1 cup of peanut butter into the frosting. Then I spread a layer of peanut butter (it's easiest if you melt it) on each cake layer. After frosting the cake, I put another cup and a half of chopped Reeses on the outside of the frosted cake as decoration <span style="font-size: x-small;">(5)</span>.<br />
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</div>Normally I feel like my baking is pretty good but this time I out did myself. This cake was awesome. It was rich and dense, just like my grandmother use to make. Just as proof, I took this cake <span style="font-size: x-small;">(6)</span> to work and 2 people asked me for the recipe <span style="font-size: x-small;">(7)</span>.<br />
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</div>Here it is again. It can be a bit scary, if you don't make a lot of cakes from scratch but it would be a special holiday treat! Just try it.<br />
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Sorry for the big chunk taken out of it... It was calling my name.<br />
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<span style="font-size: x-small;">1. Southern for a Strong and relentless desire</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">2. The best combination that God invented after cheese and wine</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">3. http://www.marthastewart.com/recipe/dark-chocolate-cake-with-ganache-frosting </span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">4. Feel free to mix in more for a little more pb kick</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">5. on second thought, it's probably better just to get 2 bags of Reeses .. That way you can eat <span style="text-decoration: line-through;">lots</span> some of them as you bake.</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">6. Actually just 1/3 of the cake b/c Mr. MedSchool and I ate the other 2/3rds over the weekend</span><br />
<span style="font-size: x-small;">7. Which seems small but it's like 15% of our office</span>Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-6646988646063188119.post-73544926816778032992009-11-10T16:53:00.000-08:002009-11-10T16:53:00.449-08:00Frosted Ice Lipstick ... As if<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">So remember the 90s? The fashion: high waisted pants, long flowery sheath dresses and oversized everything. Remember the makeup? I first started wearing makeup in the 90s and learned to apply my lipstick like this:</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Ahhh. frosted ice lipstick with a cappuccino liner. So 1998. </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Well the makeup of the 90s lends itself to the Word of the Week. The word is:</span><br />
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<div style="text-align: center;"><span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;"><b>Vermillion Border</b></span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Mr. MedSchool's Definition: The line that separates your lip from your face</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Medical Definiton: The normally sharp demarkation between the red of the lip and the adjacent normal skin </span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Used in a sentence: In order to look smokin' and draw attention to her mouth, Claire applied extra thick lip liner to her Vermillion Border. Whatever ...</span><br />
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<span style="font-family: Georgia, 'Times New Roman', serif;">Sorry ... just added the Whatever in there because I was reminded of Clueless while searching for 90s catch phrases. As if </span>Mrs. Med School Wifehttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03175334695557428454noreply@blogger.com0