I had been requested to blog recently, and when I sat down to share a little about my life, it was lame. Hey, I study all day long and I'm an extremely average med school student. Yawn. But last night I came upon my story and I thought I'd share. Slightly sad, but looking back at my blogs almost every single one either has an emphasis on food or food is at least mentioned. This one is no exception. If you don't want to hear a story of me complaining about something very insignificant STOP READING NOW.

Last night I went to O' Charley's for dinner with my gal pals Christen and Danielle. Our waiter came to take out drink orders and he immediately gave off an unfriendly vibe. But whatever, I can deal with that. Maybe he's had a bad day.

I am currently trying to shed some summer pounds, so it took me awhile to figure out what I wanted for dinner. I'm bad at decision making... I finally went with the grilled chicken, served over rice pilaf plus one side item. My side I wanted was asparagus (FYI it cost $1.49 extra to get asparagus as your side. It consists of 7 asparagus spears. 7.) I don't like rice pilaf which is also listed as a regular side item so I decided I'd get another one instead. I have done this before. Now the waiter comes to take my order...

me: I'd like the grilled chicken with asparagus. Can I get another side item instead of the rice pilaf?

waiter: no.

me: WHY? (louder then I intended it to be)

christen and danielle: Uh oh....

waiter: you just can't.

me: that doesn't make sense. It's a regular side item, why can't I get another side item?

waiter: you just can't do that.

me: um ok.

waiter: do you just not want rice?

me: no i want the rice.

Whatever dude. 5 minutes later he returns...

waiter: do you want mashed potatoes instead of rice? (one of the other regular side items)

me: i wanted broccoli cheese casserole

waiter: well do you want mashed potatoes instead of rice?

me: no.

Then my meal comes, spit and all. I was actually kind of shocked by my response. I experience lots of emotions on a daily basis, but anger is not usually one of them. If you make me mad you have wronged me in some terrible way. Lesson learned from this, do not get in the way of me and my food.

I'm such a dedicated blogger.  Quick update on life...

1- made it through my month of no meat.  I might have cheated unknowingly a couple times.  Chicken broth style, but no real meat.  One night, rationality slightly impaired, I came in and heated up a turkey sausage Jimmy Delight to eat (yeah, they are delish).  Luckily, I fell asleep in the 1.5 minutes it was in the microwave so I dodged a bullet there.  

2-I've had 4 quizzes in the past 2.5 weeks.  2 100s, 1 i missed 1 question, and then it gets embarrassing.  FOD- Fundamentals of Doctoring- a class most people do not take seriously.  Well I really wasn't taking it seriously.  I did not read the chapter that we had a quiz or, nor do I have common sense apparently.  Here's an example of a question...

Drugs are bad. True or False.

I choose False.  Then we see the results of the question and 74 people said TRUE and 1 person said FALSE.  That was me.  On 4 of the questions, I was like the only one that got it wrong.  Or maybe there were 3-4 other people.  I made a 40 on the quiz, and afterwards SMITTY was laughing at someone for missing 1.  I'm an idiot.  

3- I have a pet named Spot. He is a sweet potato.  I discovered him in my pantry after he sat there for about a month and he has done some serious sprouting.  Like 2 feet tall probably.  I'm taking suggestions on what to do with him.  One, use him as a centerpiece.  Two, leave him be and wait for him to take over my apartment.  Three, plant him.  

4- My current food obsession (edit: NEW food obsession.  I have many) is Jello Pudding.  The sugar free mix of course.  I go through a box every 2 days, pistachio is my favorite discovery so far.  

5- just realized all the updates I came up with except 1 have to do with food.  I have a problem.  

Week 1 of my semi-vegetarian diet went well.  There was one incident... that involved lentil soup made with chicken broth, but it was an accident and it won't happen again. I've eaten good-tons of seafood and tofu and veggies and fruit... ah I love food.  And to continue with that, I leave for Kansas City today to attend a family medicine conference.  Thanks to the family med department at USA, everything is paid for.  Flight, hotel, transportation to the hotel, the actual conference, and best of all, food.  Apparently the conference provides vouchers for breakfast and lunch, and we are getting $55 from our family med department for food.  Which means allison, kacie, and I will be dining at only the best and most expensive restaurants in kansas city for dinner every night.  There's an opening social where I plan on winning either a Wii or a $30o gift certificate to apple.  During the day, I hopefully will learn things about medicine.  But now I've got to go pack and find some 80s outfit to wear to that social... good times.

say no to meat and lock your doors at night

It's been a month or so since I've blogged, bad me.  I've been traveling, and it was grand.  It would take me 10 years to write about everything so I'm going to spare you.  But I loooove puerto rico and I loooove Boston.  

In more recent news, I am currently challenging myself to a month of Pescetarianism.  Before your mind wanders too much into what that is, it's a diet that excludes birds and mammals. I am definitely not the vegan type, I need animal products such as eggs and ice cream.  Straight up vegetarianism isn't for me either, because I love fish too much.  But being a pescetarian, I can do.  I might miss my poultry, but red meat I will gladly say goodbye too.  Why am I doing this?  Maybe I'm trying to get on PETA's good side, who knows.  I'm on Day 3 now, and I must say its going quite well.  Tofu, mahi mahi, salmon, scallops... what more could I ask for?  I might soon need to learn how to cook fish though, because my 3 dinners the past 3 nights were prepared by my sister, my dad, and Bonefish Grill.  

I've been remembering my dreams a lot within the past couple weeks.  There was the one where I racing in the 200 backstroke, and I woke up to find I was actually kicking in the bed.  Then there was the one where I was pregnant, for the 2nd time, definitely not married.  I was surprisingly disappointed when I awoke to find out that one wasn't true.  I also had one where my mother, sister, and I were planning some kind of bombing, and I got caught and was on my way to jail.  My mom and sister totally got away with it.  

Last night I woke up at 3am to use the bathroom, and on the way I realized my front door was shining (I was half asleep, not on acid).  That was because I had not closed it all the way and the light from outside was coming in.  (Now I do these things sometimes.  Like when I have a lot of things that I'm carrying I sometimes walk inside and leave my keys in the lock, forgetting about them for several hours.  I usually remember to lock my door at night, and almost always remember to close it all the way, so this was kind of weird)  I went and locked it and got back in bed.  I was in the middle of trying to decide if I should make sure no one was in my apartment when I fell asleep.  That's when I had a most frightening dream.  

DREAM: I woke up to people outside my apartment making a lot of noise.  Turned out to be some creepy killers or rapists or something, I don't know.  Then I saw one look up at me and start running towards my door.  I ran to lock it and tried to dial 911, but my hands were shaking so much I kept hitting the wrong keys (something like this ALWAYS happens to me in scary dreams.  Like I try to yell and nothing comes out.  Or someone's chasing me and I can't seem to move faster than a snail's pace.  Is that just me?).  I ended up calling my mother and telling her I was really scared and they needed to come over.  Somehow, I end up at a hospital perfectly fine.  Not sure what happened with the rapists.

It was really scary and I'm always closing my door from now on at night.  And probably during the day too.  Now since it's 11PM on a Friday night, I guess I'm off to bed to see what scary/interesting thing I can dream about tonight.  

gardening

My next door neighbor (at my parent's house) asked if she could pay me to plant some flowers for her.  I woke up at 645 this morning to get over there early in attempts to avoid the heat.  While toiling around in the dirt I had an epiphany. I hate gardening.  I don't like sweating, I don't like dirt, and frankly, I don't think I'm very good at it.  But I was thinking about all the older women I know, and they LOVE to garden.  Especially my mom.  Am I the black sheep? Or is gardening something that once you turn 35 it turns into a major hobby? 

Please. Let me know.  

Also, on an unrelated note, my mellow mushroom waiter guessed I was 16 the other day.  Granted, he was weird and there's a pretty good chance he was high, but this is nothing out of the ordinary.  He guessed my 17 year old sister was in fact, 17.  Story of my life.  

VBS blues

I was teaching VBS (vacation bible school) this week and I am probably the VBS staff's worst nightmare.

First, I missed a training session I didn't know existed.  Then I left to go out of town until the night before VBS began.  Apparently, I was suppose to call all the parents before it started, but didn't know that because I missed the training session.

Flight delay in New York because of a FLAT TIRE.  C'mon Delta... This resulted in us missing our connection in ATL. This resulted in us having to spend the night there and catch the first flight in the morning at 7:45.  On the bright side, I did get a $14 voucher for food that night and I get a $100 voucher to use sometime in the next year.  But it also meant I was arriving in Mobile 10 minutes before I was suppose to be at church teaching VBS. 

Got to church, there was confusion, my kids ended up missing the opening ceremony because again, i missed the training session so I didn't know exactly what I was suppose to do.  

I call the parents that night.  One of them says she asked her daughter what she learned that day and all she could tell her was "God flies at night." awesome...

Then I felt really bad all Tuesday, convinced myself I had swine flu.  

The next morning, my sister was off at the carpool area trying to round up our kids.  She comes back and says, are you feeling better now? I said yes.. and she said ok good, because they are canceling VBS because some kid that was here earlier this week had swine flu.  (which may or may not be true at this point, still awaiting the results from CDC but it's looking like thats what it was).

So yeah, they are rescheduling the last 3 days of VBS and I'm pretty sure they checked my schedule to make sure I wouldn't be here for those 3 days.    

poll: which is scarier?

Possum really unhappy with the cat?

Madeline's cat really unhappy with my kitty? This was right after she got a bath so her hatred for Samson was especially strong.

My vote is for the cat.  Look how cute this baby possum is!