Couple of Questions Answered

1) BOW is rockin'! (Becoming an Outdoor Woman - check it out on outdooralabama.com or something like that.) You can skin a deer then go enjoy cocktails with your cabinmates....and karaoke....but only after lots of cocktails! My sister-in-law introduced me to it (shout out, Elizabeth!) and now we have a contingent from down here as well as friends we've made from all over the state. They have one in every state, by the way.

2) I didn't scare anybody at Halloween, they just weren't sure if their doctor was a man or a woman. We did have to move a little boy out of the Pirate room because he got scared (lots of knives and fat bellies hanging over pants, you get the picture). And I did have to take my sword away from another little boy who was fixing to put my eye out. (I really hate spanking the patients, but that's what the belt is for!)

3) Betty Gillum would most assuredly NOT be proud of me! Although my neighbor's child asked who was REALLY playing the piano, like it sounded good!!!!

Mardi Gras

Okay, just wanted to say how proud I am of the 2 societies or whatever that paraded tonight. We came home with a plastic baseball and bat, 2 footballs, a hula hoop, 2 frisbees, several beads, and 1 moon pie. That is awesome - think of the exercise the little children of the city will be inspired to get with these kinds of throws! They certainly won't be sitting around stuffing their faces with all kinds of candy while watching TV for hours - fantastic and well done.

Did I mention that the 2 parades took 45 minutes total (that's short) and they flew by at about 10 mph? One float had 3...count 'em - 3....riders on the first level and 0 on the second level! Drew commented that that particular group was mostly "older ladies" - isn't he so politically correct? That just makes it even better that they threw sporting goods. If it had been my grandmother (Honor to the East) she'd be throwing Juicy Fruit, Snicker bars, and cans of Dr. Pepper. And then saying, "Aren't you a fat little thing!" (Which she actually said to a little girl one time.)

You People!

Oh man - thank you all so much for coming! Lisaland - I figured it was you, and by the way, we've got to get the disclosures out of the way:

The views of the blogger are not necessarily representative of the American Heart Association, and in fact may contradict their views entirely. Please consult with your physician before eating at Waffle House as often as the blogger. Please notify your doctor of other sources of cholesterol or fat you may be taking in, as this may be a contraindication for the Texas patty melt plate. Side effects include bloating, flatulence, diarrhea, belching, uncontrollable drooling, and rapid weight gain. Also uncoordination on a treadmill has been reported.

Facebook Angst

Oh, I got sucked into Facebook tonight and actually completed a brief questionnaire on high school stuff. If I "tagged" you and you didn't want to be tagged, please forgive me. I've been tagged 3 times in the past week and had something like 9 friend requests I'd ignored for a month. That doesn't mean I even knew those people of course; some names I didn't recognize. Facebook scared me because I went to my online video store to line up some movies and a pop-up appeared that said did I want to list my selections on my Facebook page...How did Facebook know I was there???? Explain that to me!!! So creepy! But it is so funny to see high school people type that they're watching American Idol or whatever. Just regular people, keeping in touch. Maybe I'll type that I'm having gas or something....

Waffle House Again?

Listen, my call weeks were a little close together this time, so you get through it however you can when your husband is also on call. Which means taking Mimi and the kids out to Waffle House again. I was still in scrubs and meeting them somewhere, so we certainly weren't going to any fancy joint.

And Cat (her real name - at least that's how she signed the ticket) was just the waitress we needed. She talked to the boys and kept Mimi's coffee warm, and even set Lucas up with this spiffy hat after she overheard him talking about how much he loves their hashbrowns. Maybe a summer job is in the works....."gimme bacon on 2!"

The Bad Mother

Oh, but I'm not always a good mother. Lucas has been packing his own snack in the lunch box since we're pushing self-sufficiency, but I looked in there last week and found a napkin where he wrote "Lucas I love you, Mom" with a drawing of me. My heart fell - my poor baby was forging sweet notes from his mother to keep up with his classmates, I guess.

I immediately turned the napkin over and kissed it with a mouthful of lipstick (we were going out - I don't normally have that much lipstick on!) then drew the rest of the face and wrote "Hugs and kisses! Love, Mom" Hope that made up for it. He's still got the same napkin in his lunch box a week later, so he must like it. (He also prefers to wipe his hands and mouth on shirt fabric, so that's why the napkin's lasted this long.)

Gainfully employed M looking for Older F

We were eating dinner last night and I asked Lucas if he has a girlfriend. He said, "yes," so I guessed it was one of the girls in his class last year, and he said, "you know her, but she's 14." So of course I knew it was Amy (our friend's daughter of bowling and bass guitar fame), and Lucas said his friend John keeps teasing him about her. He told John she doesn't live around here, because apparently John thinks he knows her. Lucas is trying to teach him about long-distance relationships with older women, I guess.

Then he says he has a crush on a girl in his class but she doesn't know it. When Dean asked him about her, he said, "I think I'll just......uh, use her in college."
EXCUSE ME?! We said, "Use her for what?"
He said, "You know, M-E-R-G!"
"Merge?"
"No, M-E-R-I-G."
"OHHHHH, marriage!"
Big smile and wink.

He's out in the front yard right now selling "FUNY SUPPLIES" which consist of 2 stuffed toys, 3 copies of the cow poem Drew taught him (Birdy, birdy flying by, dropping bird poop in my eye, I just sit here. I don't cry. Gee I'm glad that cows don't fly.") and assorted trinkets. This young entrepreneur will make some woman an excellent husband one day. sniff, sniff