New Shoes...

Our life is boring. You want to know how boring? So boring that the most exciting thing to happen in the last two weeks is that I got new tires on my SUV.


Now before you shriek with jealously, let me expound on the excitement even further. The installation took 45 minutes and I ate Sonic while I waited. Not just any Sonic meal. I got a delightful cherry limeade drink. Don't even get me started on the tater-tots.

So $87 million dollars later my car is driving around with new shoes. And you know what? It can drive faster now.

Remember when you were a kid and a new pair of shoes increased your running speed by at least 31.5%? That's how my car is. It just wants to drive places so it can go fast.

Plus, like a kid with new shoes, it feels more attractive. Despite the inch of dirt surrounding the entire exterior, I caught my car looking at itself in the reflection of the car in front of us. I am hoping this increased self esteem will have a positive impact on my gas mileage.

Manda's thinking of getting new tires now too. Only she has to one-up me and get the kind of new tires that come with a new car. It turns out, we're pretty competitive.

Anyways. Now that you all know my car has new tires, I feel significantly closer to you. Maybe I'll invite you over sometime and we can sit and stare at my tires. Please, don't every one volunteer to hang out with me at once.

Peace Out.

Sina.

My good buddy Sina was kind enough to point out my neglect of the blog again. After her not so subtle reminder, I told her I would post something just for her.

Sina this is for you.

Sina and I were roommates in college for a bit. We hit it off as friends immediately. I mean, what wasn't to like about each other. Both hilarious. Both tremendous athletes. Both extremely intelligent. Not to mention strikingly good looking. We had a mutual appreciation for the greatness of the other person. Plus, we were really good for each others egos.

On a whim and due to a lack of spending money, we decided to get jobs. Due to our outstanding resumes and business acumen, we landed the most coveted jobs on campus. Nighttime janitors. We worked something like 10pm to 2am. The perfect schedule for college kids who have class the next day. But I digress.

The cool thing about us was the fact we never really took ourselves too seriously. To demonstrate our eliteness, we made matching mixed tapes. Yes. Matching. You might be wondering why we would do something like this. It is really quite simple.

We both had our respective walk-mans, but we found it really annoying when the other was singing a long to a song the other person wasn't listening to. The obvious answer was matching mixed tapes. Those were the days. Running around the deserted Fine Arts building, singing at the top of our lungs. Riding up and down in the elevators just because we could. Lip-syncing while watching ourselves in the mirrors of the many deserted bathrooms.

*sigh*

There is one song I will always associate with Sina. We used to sing it - together - over and over. We even developed our own harmony to the song. It was a Back Street Boys song. No need to embarrass ourselves any further. Sina knows the one. :o)

Good times.

Thanks for the reminder Sina.

Peace Out.

Emily Tagged Me...

Not being familiar with the "tagging" process, I had to read the rules. Apparently someone tags you in their blog and then you're obligated to do what they say. Soooo...

Manda... Tag - please do the dishes. (I'll let you know if this works.)

Anyways. Back to Emily's tag:

A. The rules of this game are posted at the beginning.
B. Each player answers the question about themselves.
C. At the end of the post, the player then tags 5 people (or 3 if you don't have 5 friends) and posts their names, and then leaves a comment on their blog letting them know they have been tagged and asking them to read your blog to get the directions.

Questions:
10 yrs ago:
I was in my first year in college. I was working one full time job, one part time job and going to school full time. Nasty routine, but it has definitely paid off.

5 Things on my list of things to do today:
Since it is 8pm, my to-do list is pretty much checked off. But I'll recap. I had a doctor's appointment. That was it. The rest of my day was spent nursing my sick girl. (Manda has the flu). We spent most of the day laying around reading and watching TV. (Don't hate and get jealous of our exciting life. Not everyone has the energy for all this activity.)

Things I would do if I suddenly became a billionaire:
We would suddenly become world travelers. That's it.

3 of my bad habits:
Manda says I mouth breathe sometimes when I'm sleeping. According to her that's really annoying. I constantly move. Whether I am tapping my foot, the table or spinning my phone around. Something is moving. I don't read instructions thoroughly.

Places I have lived:
Idaho, Utah, Arizona

Jobs I have had:
Call girl, hooker, janitor and now lung surgeon. I've moved up a lot in the last few years.

Things most people don't know about me:
I sometimes sleep with gum in my mouth and then chew it again the next day. I clip my finger nails every couple of days because dirt underneath my fingernails is enough to drive me completely insane. And after 7 years of driving a stick, I still stall and grind the gears weekly.

So, now I tag Manda, Alisa and Tracey (no pun intended... lol).

Time Flies...

Man it seems like only yesterday it was January 24th... A few days before I traveled to Little Rock for work. Being a lung surgeon can be really exhausting sometimes.

My trip to Little Rock was pretty benign... I didn't get to see Freda if that's what you were wondering. Apparently I have to go to Seattle for that. I miss her.

The car I got wasn't nearly as cool. She was stiff, unwelcoming. Nothing I did relaxed or soothed her. Needless to say, we didn't hit it off. Maybe my hands were too rough, my butt too big or perhaps I just wasn't her type. She was jumpy and every bump, pot hole, corner we encountered resulted in a squeak. In all the cars I've driven, and trust me, I've driven a lot of cars, I have never needed/wanted/resorted to outside sources of lubricant. It has always just worked itself out. Not this time. WD-40 was an absolute necessity.

Most of my trip to Arkansas was filled with one set of lungs after another. Really, if you've seen one pair you've seen them all. The subtle differences in size and coloring are nothing to write home about. Some people are fascinated by the mere site of them. Not me. In my opinion you can't really appreciate a good pair until you've handled them.

Other than the prude car I drove around, and the obvious lung handling, I saw the big dam bridge. It was a big dam bridge. Big. and over a dam. The dam was in the Arkansas River. That's a big dam river. Here's a pic.

I did get to see my brother for a bit. He's a lung surgeon too. (He helped me through medical school. Such a good guy). Seeing family on business trips always keeps things interesting. Nothing like being in the operating room and having your brother say "I'm telling mom you said that." So mature bro.

Anyways. Yet another exciting business trip under my belt. I think I am due for a free plane ticket soon. Some how it seems slightly lopsided that I have to fly like 87 times to qualify for a free plane ticket. Whatever.

Peace Out.