Off?

Today’s question is: why is it so fun to pretend like you’ve got nothing to do sometimes?

Background: I’m off. In a few short hours I leave for 3 short days in NYC. As I’m sitting here my lovely middle daughter is asking me if I can pleeeeese stay for a week.

She loves the babysitter. Loves her.

Apparently more than me at the moment.

I’m debating bringing my camera to capture some crazy New York – ness. Maybe I will.

Enjoy this hilarious dance (my favorite past time) video while I’m gone.

See you all on Friday!

January 15, 2008 @ 8:37 am

First dance?

Today’s question is: Why don’t more people ‘mix it up’ at their weddings more often?

Background: Last month a friend someone sent me this and I found it hilarious. Such a great twist to the standard first dance at any wedding. You’re gonna love it….

January 14, 2008 @ 3:48 pm

doctors?

Today’s question is: Why does anyone think it’s OK for their doctor to be late? Or why doesn’t anyone say anything when their doctor is late?

Background: Not sure if I mentioned it or not but 4 weeks ago I slipped on some black ice and hurt my hand. I went to the doctor the next day because it kept me up all night. I didn’t originally think it was broken but with the amount of pain it was in I knew some thing was up.

My doc has Saturday walk in hours. I arrived a couple of minutes before the start time because I wanted to be first and get out of there right away. I was first. I got checked in and the the nurse left and said the doc would be right with me. That was at 5 minutes past the hour. I waited and waited and waited.

I think it’s a game they play.

Get you the in the room, tell you the doc will be right there and then make you wait forever.

Finally at 30 minutes past the hour I stepped out of the room to ask how much longer it would be. The nurses said I was next.

It’s then that I saw the post it with the #5 on my door. They had made me #5. That means that 4 people that came in after me saw the doctor before me. Boy was I pissed. I didn’t say anything to the doctor. I should have. She said the hand was bruised, and prescribed me some vicodin so I could sleep.

Fast forward to last week. Hand still hurts and swollen. I call for x-rays. I get the results, they say it’s nothing. I take matters into my own ‘hands’ and call a hand specialist. I tell the appointment maker I’ll take anything, whatever is available in the next week (this was Monday). She rattles off a list of available appointment times for a doctor on Tuesday, at an office 25 minutes from my house. Since he’s so open I take an appointment right after lunch, even though it’s so far away. They wanted me there 15 minutes early to fill out paperwork.

I arrived on time with my x-rays in hand. I filled out the paperwork and the I waited. And waited. And waited.

At 25 past the hour, I went up to the counter to ask about how much longer they thought he’d be. They sort of laughed and said he usually ran 40-50 minutes late. I said, “really?? Then why would someone schedule and fill a 1pm spot for him yesterday if he’s always late?”(and as far as I was concerned half his morning was open according to the scheduler.)

I finally got taken back around 40 minutes after my appointment was supposed to start. My x-rays proved not good enough and I had to take more before the doc would see me. He finally walked in 1 hour and 5 minutes after my scheduled appointment time.

1 hour and 5 minutes.

This time I decided to say something (I muster up the nerve every now and again). He seemed like a really nice guy so I very kindly asked him why he was so late. And that I found the wait time rather excessive.

He yelled at me. He told me this was no way to start a first meeting (no shit, you don’t think making me wait 1 hour 5 minutes is a way to start a first meeting?). He told me that he was doing me a favor and that he could just send me over to doctor so and so if I wished.

I clammed up. I sheepishly said “no, that’s fine, I’m sorry”, because I didn’t want to leave and have to go through all of this again. But I wish I would have just walked out.

He continued to talk about what he thought was wrong, and I sat there holding back tears (I can get overly emotional when I’m really pissed about something). Halfway through our appointment he finally lightened up and apologized, said his wife would probably kill him for yelling at me (yeah, no shit).

In the end, because of my boldness, I’ve got dibs on first appointment of the day when I go back (not sure if I will or not yet) and his nurses private phone number. (I’ve sprained or maybe got a small fracture in a small bone in my hand, the trapezium, with suspected ligament involvement. Can’t tell for sure without a MRI, but he’d treat it the same with or with out the MRI so I’m skipping it for now. I have a splint, that allows practically no movement of my thumb, real fun for typing.)

So, after all this, I realize that so few people ever say anything about long waits for doctors and that is precisely why we have them. If people would just speak up maybe the craziness would end. Long waits aren’t good for us or the doctors.

Speak up if you doctor is late. At the very least you may get dibs at the first appointment of the day, like me.

January 11, 2008 @ 10:10 am

Boobs III

Today’s question is: OMG why would anyone have a boob blog???

Background: Men, thank your lucky stars, there is a boob blog. I am still trying to reconcile the fact that women are willing to post their pictures to it, but as I’ve said before people freak me out.

The following link is not family friendly. Check it out, let me know what you think. Any plans to debut yours ladies????

boob blog

January 9, 2008 @ 11:28 am

alphabet?

Today’s question is: Why would anyone want to torture themselves with a bunch of clothes pins??

Background: OK check this out:

weird alphabet

I can’t for the life of me figure out why on earth someone would find creating the alphabet on their skin with clothes pins fun?

Or maybe it wasn’t fun???

If you pay attention you will notice that it seems like several different people helped create this special alphabet. I hope they got paid. Lots of cash.

Again, people really freak me out sometimes.

ps. sorry about the sporadic posting, getting back into the swing of things is more difficult than I imagined. I have many fun and interesting things brewing for you.

January 8, 2008 @ 12:58 pm

Food?

Today’s question is: Why does anyone think it’s OK to have an opinion about what a parent chooses for feed his/her family?

Background: OK, I’m talking about myself here. I have a problem (as if you didn’t already know). I’m a food freak. I am really picky about what I let the kids eat. We hardly ever eat out, I cook many things from scratch and I try as hard as I can to feed them whole foods (non processed stuff). To that extent I also buy mostly organics or locally grown stuff, but I do also buy some regular food. Our milk is organic and delivered fresh every week in glass bottles (one of which was shattered in the cooler this morning when I went to get it out. It’s awfully cold here and I think it had something to do with that. What a mess.). I don’t let the kids get milk at school (it’s laced with bad things, I’ve really had to put my foot down on this one).

Anyway, I was in a local grocery store last week and because it wasn’t one of the stores I normally shop in I couldn’t locate the organic yogurts. I asked one of the clerks if he could tell me where to find them. This began a little soapbox speech about why I’d want to buy the organic stuff, “what’s wrong with the regular” he asked. I ignored his obvious rhetorical question and located what I wanted. I had to walk back past him to get to my cart with my stash. Well, that started a whole new rant about how I was wasting my money.

Does anyone besides me think that there is something wrong with this? I mean why did he feel it was OK to question the way I want to feed my family? To question how I spend our money? I wouldn’t question him if he didn’t buy organic.

You know, people of this world all believe and do different things in regards to food. I choose not to believe what you believe about food and it’s processes and you choose not to believe me. Who cares? Why can’t people just let others believe and do whatever they want?

Sometimes people really freak me out.

January 3, 2008 @ 10:33 pm

Resolutions?

Today’s question is: Why do we make new years resolutions?

Background: As if we need a background. Every year I make an attempt at resolutions. Each year including something like 3. lose 10 lbs. I never lose 10 lbs. I don’t know why I bother. I don’t think I really even want to lose 1o lbs. I wouldn’t mind if it fell off of me, but I don’t want to worry about losing it.

Really though, do people seriously make resolutions with the specific intention of keeping them? I’ve never been too serious about mine so I don’t know how serious people are about them.

Maybe, just maybe if I made up a bunch of goof ball resolutions I’d keep them. Now that would be a change of pace wouldn’t it?

1. reclaim life.
2. jump on trampoline once per week.
3. be the tickle monster twice a week.
4. play board games as often as possible.
5. practice karaoke revolution, pop star version, weekly.

Happy New Year! (I still can’t believe it’s really 2008)

January 2, 2008 @ 8:35 am