Sunday, April 26, 2009
Hot Muggy day
Allergy season is HERE!
Can't stand it. I have been sneezing and post-nasal drip all day. It hadn't occurred to me that the reason why I have had terrible sleep and then a headache when I woke up was because my allergies were getting bad... Can't stand it when I want to scratch my eyes out either. This is the second year on the East coast and it has hit. Like when I came out East for college. First year wasn't bad then the second year was awful!
60 days till D-day... that counter is making me nervous...
Found a suit but feel really poor... At least I look good despite no money.
Can't stand it. I have been sneezing and post-nasal drip all day. It hadn't occurred to me that the reason why I have had terrible sleep and then a headache when I woke up was because my allergies were getting bad... Can't stand it when I want to scratch my eyes out either. This is the second year on the East coast and it has hit. Like when I came out East for college. First year wasn't bad then the second year was awful!
60 days till D-day... that counter is making me nervous...
Found a suit but feel really poor... At least I look good despite no money.
Thursday, April 23, 2009
Not sure...
Sometimes one can not be too sure about how one feels...
Like today, traffic was TERRIBLE, driving was HORRIBLE, people were not very nice and I am just getting palpitations thinking about work, test, finances, and sleep... NOT in that order
But I guess one needs to be thankful for the small things in life and whether or not one should gt worked up about certain things...
How is she breathing???
That is probably not the question that comes to mind first in most people's mind.
Like today, traffic was TERRIBLE, driving was HORRIBLE, people were not very nice and I am just getting palpitations thinking about work, test, finances, and sleep... NOT in that order
But I guess one needs to be thankful for the small things in life and whether or not one should gt worked up about certain things...
How is she breathing???That is probably not the question that comes to mind first in most people's mind.
Monday, April 20, 2009
Finally 3 inches off the bottom
Have you ever wondered what your hairdresser sees?
Perhaps the flakiness of your dandruff, the fact that you have not washed your hair so that it is really oily but that should have been taken care of by the wash-o-lady... perhaps the various strands of white/graying hair that you have been dying to hide???
I have always wanted to ask how many gray/white hairs do they see... I know that they can tell when someone has had a facial. The see the scar that is hidden in the hairline. FASCINATING!
Secrets that a hairdresser might know that you might not want them to know...
Perhaps the flakiness of your dandruff, the fact that you have not washed your hair so that it is really oily but that should have been taken care of by the wash-o-lady... perhaps the various strands of white/graying hair that you have been dying to hide???
I have always wanted to ask how many gray/white hairs do they see... I know that they can tell when someone has had a facial. The see the scar that is hidden in the hairline. FASCINATING!
Secrets that a hairdresser might know that you might not want them to know...
Thursday, April 16, 2009
Post Tax Day
I feel poor now... Wrote 2 big checks and still owe money. Should have participated in the Tea parties... post tax day blues and I guess I should be grateful that I at least have a job.
I am not sure how grateful I should be when it is on the whole miserable...
Holding pattern... now. I don't know how I should feel. I am going to get that constipated feeling again since I know I should be studying but I am on call and I don't feel like it.
I am not sure how grateful I should be when it is on the whole miserable...
Holding pattern... now. I don't know how I should feel. I am going to get that constipated feeling again since I know I should be studying but I am on call and I don't feel like it.
Probably means that I need to call it a day! At least I feel better than the computer.
Wednesday, April 15, 2009
Proves you can't Judge a book by its cover...
Listen to this... from this 48yo single, never been kissed, unemployed woam in Britan who sang on British's version of American Idol... One of my favorite songs
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY
Simon Cowell sneered and the huge audience at the “Britain’s Got Talent” show made the sort of faces associated with a bad smell. The object of their disaffection was contestant No. 432, a plain, middle-aged woman from Scotland with bushy eyebrows and a dress and hairdo that might have been stylish when Dwight Eisenhower was president.
The looks of disdain would shortly turn to tears of sheer elation, as Dawna Friesen said in a report filed for TODAY Wednesday. But first, there was the Cowell torture test for the woman to endure.
“What’s your name, darling?” Cowell said, his tone dripping with condescension.
The woman, who seemed somewhat unnerved by the bright lights and the big crowd in the concert hall where the show was recorded, said she was Susan Boyle. She said she was 47 years old, unemployed, and lived alone with her cat, Pebbles. She had never gone on a date and had never been kissed, she added in a thick brogue.
But Boyle showed a certain presence and a confidence that didn’t gibe with her appearance, which The Times of London would describe as “frumpy.”
Asked what she was doing on “Britain’s Got Talent,” she struck a saucy pose with her hand on her hip and replied, “I’ve always wanted to perform in front of a large audience. I’m going to make that audience rock.”
And what did she hope to get out of it, Cowell persisted.
“I’m trying to be a professional singer,” Boyle said. “I’ve not been getting the chance before. But here’s hoping it will change.”
That’s when the looks on the faces of the spectators really screwed up in disbelief.
And then the music for “I Dreamed a Dream” from the musical “Les Miserables” began, and Boyle began to sing. By the time Boyle hit her third note, Cowell’s eyebrows had shot up into the rafters in amazement. Within a dozen more, the audience rose as one in rapture at a voice that must have been forged in heaven.
The other two judges looked on with gaping jaws as Boyle turned the crowd’s cynicism into tear-soaked adoration.
When she had finished, the theater erupted into a tsunami of cheers and applause as Boyle started to walk off the stage. She was stopped by Cowell, who reminded her she needed to hear from the judges.
First was Piers Morgan, who told her, “That was the biggest surprise I’ve had in three years on the show.” His vote, he said, was “the biggest yes I have ever given anybody.”
Simon saysSometimes the best part of “American Idol” is the latest sly comment from acerbic judge Simon Cowell. Here are some of our favorites from this season.Cowell completed the judging with the third resounding yes. “Susan Boyle, you can go back to the village with your head held high,” he said. “It’s three yeses.”
A huge smile erupted on Boyle’s face as she made a fist and danced in place in her white pumps.
Within days, the video of her performance would be a YouTube sensation. By Wednesday, more than 5 million people had watched her amazing performance, Cowell was already setting up a record deal for her on his own label and British bookmakers were installing her to become the show’s next Paul Potts.
Two years ago, Potts had shown up at “Britain’s Got Talent” as an unassuming mobile phone salesman from Wales. He, too, was greeted with looks of disbelief that evaporated when he cut loose with an operatic voice on loan from the gods. Potts became an international recording star and is releasing his second album.
Boyle, a volunteer church worker, still has a long way to go on the show, but she’s become an overnight media darling in Great Britain. Since her debut, viewers and readers have learned that she’s from the little village of Blackburn in western Scotland, where local kids sometimes called her names and laughed at her because of her appearance and the fact that she lives alone with a cat.
A local newspaper reported that Boyle is the youngest of nine children and attended Edinburgh Acting School nearly 20 years ago, but left to care for her ailing mother, who died two years ago.
Friesen reported that after her stunning debut, Boyle said, “It’s really surreal. Basically I wanted to fulfill a wish to my mother. I wanted to do something with my life. Not only that, I feel I have a bit more to offer.”
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY
Simon Cowell sneered and the huge audience at the “Britain’s Got Talent” show made the sort of faces associated with a bad smell. The object of their disaffection was contestant No. 432, a plain, middle-aged woman from Scotland with bushy eyebrows and a dress and hairdo that might have been stylish when Dwight Eisenhower was president.
The looks of disdain would shortly turn to tears of sheer elation, as Dawna Friesen said in a report filed for TODAY Wednesday. But first, there was the Cowell torture test for the woman to endure.
“What’s your name, darling?” Cowell said, his tone dripping with condescension.
The woman, who seemed somewhat unnerved by the bright lights and the big crowd in the concert hall where the show was recorded, said she was Susan Boyle. She said she was 47 years old, unemployed, and lived alone with her cat, Pebbles. She had never gone on a date and had never been kissed, she added in a thick brogue.
But Boyle showed a certain presence and a confidence that didn’t gibe with her appearance, which The Times of London would describe as “frumpy.”
Asked what she was doing on “Britain’s Got Talent,” she struck a saucy pose with her hand on her hip and replied, “I’ve always wanted to perform in front of a large audience. I’m going to make that audience rock.”
And what did she hope to get out of it, Cowell persisted.
“I’m trying to be a professional singer,” Boyle said. “I’ve not been getting the chance before. But here’s hoping it will change.”
That’s when the looks on the faces of the spectators really screwed up in disbelief.
And then the music for “I Dreamed a Dream” from the musical “Les Miserables” began, and Boyle began to sing. By the time Boyle hit her third note, Cowell’s eyebrows had shot up into the rafters in amazement. Within a dozen more, the audience rose as one in rapture at a voice that must have been forged in heaven.
The other two judges looked on with gaping jaws as Boyle turned the crowd’s cynicism into tear-soaked adoration.
When she had finished, the theater erupted into a tsunami of cheers and applause as Boyle started to walk off the stage. She was stopped by Cowell, who reminded her she needed to hear from the judges.
First was Piers Morgan, who told her, “That was the biggest surprise I’ve had in three years on the show.” His vote, he said, was “the biggest yes I have ever given anybody.”
Simon saysSometimes the best part of “American Idol” is the latest sly comment from acerbic judge Simon Cowell. Here are some of our favorites from this season.Cowell completed the judging with the third resounding yes. “Susan Boyle, you can go back to the village with your head held high,” he said. “It’s three yeses.”
A huge smile erupted on Boyle’s face as she made a fist and danced in place in her white pumps.
Within days, the video of her performance would be a YouTube sensation. By Wednesday, more than 5 million people had watched her amazing performance, Cowell was already setting up a record deal for her on his own label and British bookmakers were installing her to become the show’s next Paul Potts.
Two years ago, Potts had shown up at “Britain’s Got Talent” as an unassuming mobile phone salesman from Wales. He, too, was greeted with looks of disbelief that evaporated when he cut loose with an operatic voice on loan from the gods. Potts became an international recording star and is releasing his second album.
Boyle, a volunteer church worker, still has a long way to go on the show, but she’s become an overnight media darling in Great Britain. Since her debut, viewers and readers have learned that she’s from the little village of Blackburn in western Scotland, where local kids sometimes called her names and laughed at her because of her appearance and the fact that she lives alone with a cat.
A local newspaper reported that Boyle is the youngest of nine children and attended Edinburgh Acting School nearly 20 years ago, but left to care for her ailing mother, who died two years ago.
Friesen reported that after her stunning debut, Boyle said, “It’s really surreal. Basically I wanted to fulfill a wish to my mother. I wanted to do something with my life. Not only that, I feel I have a bit more to offer.”
Monday, April 13, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
Tuesday, April 7, 2009
Today is not much better...
How does one say plagiarize... or stealing of ideas? What to do, what to do...
I got fuming, steaming mad thinking about the fact that a research study that I authored, got IRB approval, and started data collection for and then handed it to a resident to finish with the attending in tow. Now will not acknowledge my contribution... Still is getting my blood boiling. How much do I want to burn a bridge? What bridge will I be burning and do I really care?
Then to add insult to injury, I was informed by EMAIL to clean up my desk... like a secretary.
- One, I don't even have an office,
- two, my desk is in a secretarial cubicle where I hear nails filing, music playing, and office and family gossip
- MD is after my name
- I have had 10 years of post college training
- I don't have a penis (oh darn...)
Monday, April 6, 2009
Sunday, April 5, 2009
Treat anyone???
Does anybody love me enough to buy a beautiful piece of jewelry that I can not afford???
'Cause nothing says loving than to splurge on Patricia Locke.
(Look how I did not say Tiffanys or Cartier!)
When in doubt, DON'T call the parents
So, I called my parents this AM... They are in Taiwan BTW and I used skype...
Skype is a nifty little thing. I can call anyway without paying for telephone landline service so it does make me feel more connected since initially it weirded me out that my god-given parents were no longer in the same country as I.
The one caveat is that like internet porn and chatrooms & etc... there is also skype "chats" and my young unadulterated son, unbeknownst to him, somehow got someone, somewhere who wanted to "chat"... So I had to turn off the skype on my computer if I was not present. The other thing that one also needs to watch out for is that if you leave yourself "on" by skype, the people that you are connected with by skype, can ring you up since they can "see" whether you are on the computer or not... Not good for someone who wants to be incognito...
Anyway, never good to call one's parents when one is not feeling that strong and so I had to confirm that again and have them put the fear of God into me... I guess it is a good thing but now again, a study schedule that I need to stick to and a feeling of complete and utter incompetency...
It is not enough to have that countdown clock remind me of how little time I actually have but to have my parents keep reminding me... well that is for the birds...
Skype is a nifty little thing. I can call anyway without paying for telephone landline service so it does make me feel more connected since initially it weirded me out that my god-given parents were no longer in the same country as I.
The one caveat is that like internet porn and chatrooms & etc... there is also skype "chats" and my young unadulterated son, unbeknownst to him, somehow got someone, somewhere who wanted to "chat"... So I had to turn off the skype on my computer if I was not present. The other thing that one also needs to watch out for is that if you leave yourself "on" by skype, the people that you are connected with by skype, can ring you up since they can "see" whether you are on the computer or not... Not good for someone who wants to be incognito...
Anyway, never good to call one's parents when one is not feeling that strong and so I had to confirm that again and have them put the fear of God into me... I guess it is a good thing but now again, a study schedule that I need to stick to and a feeling of complete and utter incompetency...
It is not enough to have that countdown clock remind me of how little time I actually have but to have my parents keep reminding me... well that is for the birds...
Zoolander, part deux
So as a joke this person's friend lit a match as the driver was pumping gas...
Fried the left over brain cells that were remaining...
Ketchup or mustard?
Friday, April 3, 2009
Having one those moments
I am having one of those days...
Moments where I think that someone should just shoot me and put me out of my misery...
I have a lot of unanswerable questions. If anyone reading this has some answers, please let me know because I think that they should replace the SEVEN WONDERS of the world...
Moments where I think that someone should just shoot me and put me out of my misery...
I have a lot of unanswerable questions. If anyone reading this has some answers, please let me know because I think that they should replace the SEVEN WONDERS of the world...
- Why are male OB/GYNs so feminine?
- A corollary... why are they so passive-aggressive (perhaps the answer to #1 answers this question)
- Why are MDs not very good at confrontation?
- Why must we live with our families?
- Why does baby poop smell worst when you don't want to clean it up?
- Why run when you can walk?
- Why are older men driving girly cars like a Volkswagen cabriolet convertible and running stop signs, cutting me off?
- Why does the Queen of England need an IPOD with Obama speeches? (a little presumptuous) Just an IPOD would have been nice though she does already have one.
- Why are social networking sites necessary? Another place to feel like high school all over again but now at 35+ years old.
- Why am I here?
I am the HOO-HA DOC!
I am the CHEESE! & please don't call me Shirley...
Renowned Hoo-Ha Doctor Wins Nobel Prize For Medical Advancements Down There
March 30, 2009 Issue 45•14
STOCKHOLM—In recognition of her groundbreaking work treating life- threatening diseases of the privates, renowned hoo-ha specialist Dr. Victoria Lazoff was awarded the Nobel Prize in Lady Medicine this week.
The world's foremost authority on ailments down south, Lazoff led a team of cutting-edge hoo-ha doctors to develop new strategies for detecting abnormal growth in...you know, that area. The accomplished physician humbly accepted medicine's highest honor before a crowd of her peers, and spoke about the importance of regular screenings to prevent unnecessary complications up inside one's business.
"Recent advancements have brought us closer than ever to eliminating this threat, but early detection is still our best defense," said Dr. Lazoff, who earned a doctorate in lady parts from Johns Hopkins University. "I thank you all for this great honor, which I hope will finally bring the world's attention to the serious matter of [hoo-ha] disease."Attendees said Lazoff then presented a number of slides pertaining to the, uh, nether-type zone.
March 30, 2009 Issue 45•14
STOCKHOLM—In recognition of her groundbreaking work treating life- threatening diseases of the privates, renowned hoo-ha specialist Dr. Victoria Lazoff was awarded the Nobel Prize in Lady Medicine this week.
The world's foremost authority on ailments down south, Lazoff led a team of cutting-edge hoo-ha doctors to develop new strategies for detecting abnormal growth in...you know, that area. The accomplished physician humbly accepted medicine's highest honor before a crowd of her peers, and spoke about the importance of regular screenings to prevent unnecessary complications up inside one's business.
"Recent advancements have brought us closer than ever to eliminating this threat, but early detection is still our best defense," said Dr. Lazoff, who earned a doctorate in lady parts from Johns Hopkins University. "I thank you all for this great honor, which I hope will finally bring the world's attention to the serious matter of [hoo-ha] disease."Attendees said Lazoff then presented a number of slides pertaining to the, uh, nether-type zone.
Thursday, April 2, 2009
Happy Birthday!!!!
Today is a red letter day and it is my husband's birthday...
Cherish all the things that you have, be thankful, and hold the memories dear for time waits for no one and moves too fast...
Life is too short to have regrets.
Cherish all the things that you have, be thankful, and hold the memories dear for time waits for no one and moves too fast...
Life is too short to have regrets.
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