Tuesday, November 27, 2012

Another Tidbit of "Dr. Wife" Advice: Charity Donations

To my Dr. Wife friends,

When you and your Doc H find yourself in a place where your feel you can share some of your finances with charitable organizations, consider yourself warned...

Do not, Do Not, DO NOT EVER sign your names "Dr. and Mrs."

I made this mistake two years ago and it still haunts us.

The amount of mail we get around the holidays from various charities is overwhelming, and frankly, a waste of poor trees.

We all have causes that are near and dear to us for our own personal reasons. We give to those charities and causes because we WANT to support said cause. We don't give simply because some random charity mails us a request for donations. Do you?

On to my example....

Today, I received a mailer from Heifers International.

Excuse me?! Who's calling me a heifer?

I was completely baffled. Had no clue it was a charitable organization. I seriously thought it was a piece of mail connected to my Weight Watchers membership and I was annoyed and quite offended.

Upon closer scrutiny, I realized it was a charity pandering for donations to help supply villages in third world countries with goat and cow heifers in an effort to provide children and families with milk.

Okay, the hair on the back of my neck could stand down.

I flipped the mailer over and immediately recognized what mailing list they bought.

Two years ago, I made the mistake of donating and signing our names "Dr. and Mrs." rather than "Mr. and Mrs." as I normally do. This single, one-time mistake has clogged our mailbox worse than a tween boy and his commode.

Do yourselves a favor... when donating, stick to the "Mr. and Mrs."


Monday, November 26, 2012

It Was a Beau Hunk Thanksgiving

Doc H and I survived a milestone over this Thanksgiving holiday. We hosted our first holiday with one of our children's significant other... the Beau Hunk.

I've always had cherry-blossom visions of how this milestone would transpire. The house would smell delicious with scents of turkey, rosemary, cranberry, and citrus. Everyone would be dressed nicely. We would all enjoy a refined dinner sitting around a perfectly set table, complete with fine china, and a Pinterest-worthy centerpiece. However,  most importantly, we would all be excited to share the holiday together, evidenced by the the fun banter and laughter that would round out a fun day of good eats.

We were half there.

The house smelled divine. It was the first comment everyone made as they walked through the door.

Everyone was dressed nicely. Doc H expressed his concern of inappropriate dress to D2.  (If you are just joining this story, the Beau Hunk has a tendency to run around half naked the majority of the time.) D2 promised the Beau Hunk would be dressed. Word leaked instead of his favorite Jersey-Shore-ish tank, he would be sporting his Marine uniform. Overkill, but better that than sporting nipples at the dinner table with the grandparents and my brother's new in-laws.  He showed up in shorts and a tee-shirt. They were clean and with no holes. That was good enough in my book.

The dinner table looked lovely trimmed with my finest china. D3 made sure the place settings were set perfectly, complete with soup spoons, dessert flatware, and the crystal stemware.

While I wanted to seat everyone at one table, I just couldn't do it. I broke down and gave my cheery holiday vision no chance to come to fruition. I was unsure of my decision, feeling guilty of my inability to offer up the benefit of the doubt I had in the Beau Hunk. I was fairly certain the words which would fall from his mouth held the power to ruin my holiday. I instructed D3 to set a second table for the "kids".

The kid's table was set exactly like the "adult" table. I offered up profuse apologies to D3 and LB for sticking them with the Beau Hunk. They were both sweet about it and relented to my harsh request to eat with the lovebirds. I'm sure it will cost me later and I will, indeed, pay my debt to them both.

As the Beau Hunk walked through the door and greeted the family I noticed he had lost weight and is visibly smaller since I last saw him prior to boot camp. As the Beau Hunk greeted Doc H, he noted Doc H's weight loss. In front of the grandparents and the new in-laws, D3 explained to the Beau Hunk that Doc H has been juicing. His reply? "Are you using Dianabol or Deca?". D3 laughed it off and explained, "No! My dad's juicing vegetables!"

I had to walk away, before I found myself asking him if he found his testicles had grown back since he had joined the Marines.

And that was just in the first two minutes of his arrival. I figured if I hurried this all up, I only had one hour and fifty-eight minutes to go.

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Monday, November 19, 2012

10 Things I Learned in 2012

1. Even the Marines can't break up an unhealthy teen love.

2. You can't depend on the Marines to keep to their deployment dates.

3. Some mothers are just plain, throw-me-off-a-bridge crazy and cannot be trusted... AT ALL.

4. I can actually knit more than just a knit and a purl. Perhaps I do have a craft in me!

5. I can drink a sweet Gewurztraminer at any time of day.

6. Rain gear at water polo practice is a must, no matter what the weather.

7. Being a aunt is awesome!

8. Unlike my preconceived notion, the Alamo is very small.

9. Politics hadn't hit rock bottom.

10. The blogging world, rocks! I CAN blog, people will read, and even be kind enough to comment!

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Friday, November 16, 2012

The Ying to the Beau Hunk's Yang: Meet Eagle Scout

We have a second boyfriend looming around. D3's new boyfriend is the ying to the Beau Hunk's yang.  Polar opposites.

Let's call this boyfriend Eagle Scout. He is just that; an eagle scout. He is also a high school athlete in three sports, an excellent student, and incredibly thoughtful. I mean, how can any mom not like a boy who would think to bring their cold-suffering daughter a thermos full of hot chicken noodle soup for lunch to school?

But, most importantly, he doesn't mind hanging out around the parents. Sound the alarms! This kid doesn't feel the need to hide from parents. It's absolutely refreshing.

The icing on the cake? He has normal parents who actually "parent" him and have taken the time to teach their son manners. The first time his mother dropped him off at our house, she came to the door to introduce herself. Let me tell you... that goes a long way in my book.

One night, Eagle Scout came over and made us all peppermint hot chocolate.

Winner! Winner! Chicken Dinner!!!

Hopefully, Eagle Scout will stick around for awhile.

I pray D2 finds her own Eagle Scout.  THAT would be phenomenal.

{Click here for the next installment of the Beau Hunk saga}

Thursday, November 15, 2012

Guess Who's Coming to Thanksgiving Dinner

Because the water in our swimming pool is way too cold, I'm seriously considering drowning myself in the dog's water bowl.

Apparently, I cursed myself with yesterday's post.

Guess who's coming to Thanksgiving dinner?

GAH!!! and WAHHHH!!!!

the. beau. hunk.

I was looking forward to the holiday. I was so excited I even started cooking side dishes last night. Now, my excitement has waned and I am seriously considering digging out an old sippy cup out of the recessed corners of our kitchen cabinets, filling it with some gewurztraminer, and curling up in the fetal position on my closet floor.

Of course, Doc H is taking this news all in stride and is rather calm about it. He suggested two dinner tables. One in a different room.

But, deep down inside, I know he's hoping his pager goes off.

{Click here for the next installment of the Beau Hunk saga}

Wednesday, November 14, 2012

Coo-Coo for the Beau Hunk

{New to the Beau Hunk saga? Start here.}

So, D2's lost her cute little car again due to her defiance and disrespectful attitude towards her father and I when it comes to the Beau Hunk.

Even his stint in the military can't foil this toxic relationship. Instead, it's just brought more drama into our home.

We can't quite figure out what it is about this guy that makes D2 coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs.  For two weeks, she has been sans automobile, and now we have allowed her the privedlege of driving Bessie, our fifteen year old pimped out minivan.

"Pimped out?" You ask?

Pimped out.

Bessie is 1997 metallic bronze in color with gold rims and definitely a lady with the black bra she wears  to protect her hood. Her age has begun to show as her letters have begun to fall off her back.

Old and pimped out; not cool for a high school senior to be driving around.

Worried that she might try to drive too many friends around and get distracted while driving, we yanked the back bench seat out. It now only seats four passengers instead of seven.

To add insult to injury, she is now paying for her own auto insurance to protect our dear beloved Bessie from harm.

Beau Hunk love = Coo-coo for Cocoa Puffs

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Tuesday, November 13, 2012

My Life on the Bookshelf

A school assignment sent me and D3 to our local mega-bookstore. 

While waiting for D3 to find her book, 
I meandered over to the "medical" section to see 
what was sitting on their shelves.

Along with many USMLE study guides and medical dictionaries, 
I found this beauty...

Yes, that's an anatomy coloring book for adults 
who might need a little helping differentiating 
the superior vena caval system from the inferior vena caval system. 

I bought it.

Just next to the medical books...

...reminding me continue with my effort 
to find more vegetarian recipes and feed the family healthier foods.

And mixed in with those..
...just to reinforce my love of chocolate. 
As if I needed another reason
 to break into the hidden chocolate stash in the pantry.

Then I turned to scan the books on the opposite side of the aisle 
only to find all these titles staring back at me...
Reminding me how being a "doctor's wife" is all smoke and mirrors... 
at least, it is for me.

And, last, but not least...
Yes, I felt it YELLING at me. 
A reminder.
Maybe the shoes are just not enough?

As I walked away I thought,
there it all was.
Almost my entire life 
in one single, short aisle of a mega-bookstore.

But, I shook my head telling myself
I was so much more then just one tiny section of a bookstore.

I have kids who are a great part of my life.
They bring me great joy.
They bring us great love.

Then I checked out the items at the end of the bookshelf...

Oh, yeah.
There it is.

My life.

Friday, November 9, 2012

Tween Tales: Texting and Crushes

On a recent car ride to practice, I noticed LB uncharacteristically texting furiously as only a teen girl can.

"LB, what are you up to?"

"I'm being sa-moooooooothhhhhh with my crush!"


"You have a crush? Who?"

"Christina, she sits next to me in math."

"You asked her for her phone number?"

"No, I don't have the nerve to do that yet, so I got it from a friend."

"So, you just sent her a text saying, 'Hi. This is LB'?"

"No! No! I just texted her asking what the homework was...even though I had already finished it 30 minutes before."

He's right. He's sa-moooooooothhhhhhh.

Monday, November 5, 2012

Medical Monday Blog Hop {November Edition}

Holy Smokes!
It's Medical Monday Again and I Couldn't be Happier!

Are you living the med life? I sure am...

This is how I know I'm living a med life:

This past year, I didn't see Doc H on his birthday. We finally had an opportunity to cut into his birthday cake, FIVE days after the occassion. The cake was a dry mess.

When D2 fractured some bones, Doc H was in the OR. We decided to wait until the next day before getting some x-rays, so he would be available to consult with ortho.

When my sister-in-law was giving birth at one of the hospitals Doc H covers, I had anxiety about her care there. In my mind I had already decided how I would broach the topic and throw Doc H's name around without trying to sound too overbearing, but get the service she needed. Luckily, she was treated awesome and was very happy with her care! Phew! 

If you are, tell us all about it! 

Are you confused if you qualify for the party?

Do you work in healthcare?
Doctor? Nurse? EMT? Chiropractor? Vet? Dentist? Therapist?
Are you the spouse or SO of a healthcare worker/student?
Are you a nursing student? Medical student?
Intern? Resident? Fellow?

You get the picture, right? 


Our once a month bloghop for bloggers like yourself, where we can build a community of support and friendship, learn from one another and share our stories.

Here are the rules:

  1. Follow your co-hosts via GFC.
  2. Link up you medical/med life blog. If your blog name does not clearly state how you fit in to the med/med life world, please write a little intro or link up a specific post which clearly demonstrates your connection.
  3. Visit at least 3 other link ups, comment, introduce yourself, and tell the your stopping by or following from MM! 
  4. Help spread the word by using our button on your post or sidebar, tweet about Medical Monday, or spread the word on Facebook! The more the merrier for all of us!
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Now, link up below and have fun! The link up is open through Friday, so be sure to come back during the week.

Sunday, November 4, 2012

Tonight at Midnight! We Go Live! Medical Monday!

Just a quick reminder...

Tomorrow is the first Monday of the month and we want you to link up your Medical Monday blog post!

It all begins at midnight eastern time, so be sure to link it up! We are always looking to find more medical/med life blogs, so we can all connect.

Help spread the word, would 'ya?

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