Doctor Knows!

So today I went to the doctor to get a refill on my allergy prescription. I was speaking with the doctor (who is not my normal doctor) about if I had any questions about anything else I say no. She gets to talking and now somehow I was convinced that I need to have my blood drawn and titered for antibodies. I then proceed downstairs to the lab, the whole way trying to figure out how I agreed to have blood drawn right then. I get called into a office by some lady who looks like she has no neck because she has a PURDUE windbreaker zipped all the way up with the collar flipped up. She asks me to sit in the comfy recliner chair (At least they give a comfy chair you know). she taps one inside elbow murmurs know I don't like that. Then proceeds to the other ahhh much better she exclaims. "Make a fist. This won't hurt (Who is she kidding?) . Well it doesn't seem to want to bleed. OOPs there...well I don't like to dig so we'll try the other arm. " (Why is it we? I am not about this.) Finally the other arm bleeds enough for her and as she is drawing my blood she tries to make small talk....

"So any plans for the summer? "

"No not really just working in lab."

"Not taking any classes then"

"No" "I am a graduate student"

She replies " OH THEN YOU REALLY HAVE NO LIFE"


"nope" Embarassed with the fact that yes I am in graduate school. I am one of those idiots that signed up giving their lives away in hopes of contributing so much to society like a cure for cancer. HAH I was fooled. She goes on to say how someone tried to convince her to get her master's once. She wasn't fooled. I was fooled. I wanna be done. I wanna go to work everyday (9-5) normal people working people days not having to try to find places that give free food away to not go hungry. (speaking of which I can't understand how I have managed to gain 20 pounds while being a starving grad student...another blog.) well at least everyone in the real world recognizes that it is true I HAVE NO LIFE!!!

Why I am now officially old (Sam's Bachlorette Party)

I went to Samantha's bachelorette party this weekend. I was ready to relax have some drinks and get a little crazy. I started off drinking these drinks called orange dreams...mmm...tastes like Popsicles! Then I did a couple (ok ok maybe more than a couple) jello shots whom Megan and Melinda had made very strong! I next went to the bar and decided to try a red bull and vodka drink while dancing... then Melinda buys me another and a shot. Next bar, accept drink offer of some
colorful martini-esque drink x 2. Finally make it to next bar on other side of town and....I AM THAT GIRL....you know the one standing outside too sick to enter. I never made it to 3rd bar. I really haven't been that sick since undergrad. The difference is I should have known better and two days later I am still feeling the effects of getting sick for 2 hours straight and then some more the next morning. That is why I am officially old! I can not hang with my buddies who still go out every weekend. I am an old woman who goes to bed at 9:00 and wakes at 5:30, has an occasional (ONE) drink. I am ok with that and have learned my lesson. Next time these young kids (ok they are my age) ask me to drink with them I will politely say no thank you I am still recovering from Samantha's Bachelorette Party!

Happy Birthday MOM

Today May Day, is my mother's 51st birthday. I remember when I thought 51 was soooo ooooold. However, when I look at my mother I realize that age is what you make of it. There are many times when I think I am so tired I couldn't possibly stay out that late or handle partying so much, but then I look at my mom. twice my age and still manages to go out with friends, work, cook...sometimes. I think it is that she finds the joy in life. She always keeps a smile. This is what will keep me young I will stay positive and smile. Love you mom ...Happy birthday!

Elephant in a tutu

Well my fellow LI has not been her normal self lately. She meaning all 110 pounds of her 5'5 body has decided to go on a diet. She claims that after shopping for all the latest fashions, she now feels like a hippo in a tutu. I reply to her if are a hippo in a tutu then I indeed must be an elephant a tutu. Then I thought I should go on a diet too. Of course me being the kind of person who loves to eat and finds any excuse to have some french fries or ice cream have been quite unsuccessful. Which brings me to the idea of an elephant in a tutu. We may think it looks quite amusing, but really that elephant is probably super comfortable and looks perfectly happy (probably because it just got done eating french fries and ice cream ...mmmmm....delicious). Why can't one be a little larger if happy in their own tutu. It beats being grumpy and hungry all the time :) !!!