Entries from November 1, 2006 - November 30, 2006
ominous
usually the patient notes in our medical billing system software display generic clinical things like "new med chart xx/xx/xx" or "schedule only with dr. x" or "pt refund sent xx/xx/xx". this one, however, gave me pause today:
chronically late. beware.
mdog
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eye contact
so i was thinking today in the elevator that it would be really awkward if someone decided to design one lined entirely with mirrors.
early or late?
depending on how you look at it, i returned home from work today to find either a late 2005 or early 2006 christmas present shoved in my door. i finally used the remainder of last year's gift card from my parents and bought a shiny new pair of these shoes, and i know for certain that kt is reading this and thinking MY GOD WOMAN IT'S ABOUT TIME AND PLEASE I HOPE YOU DON'T GET ANOTHER GIFT CARD THIS YEAR FORCING ME TO SHOP WITH YOU FOR THE NEXT TEN MONTHS. also let it be noted that i am fully aware that these look pretty much like my old pair of brown shoes [which have currently worn through part of the sole, hence the new pair]. what can i say? i know what i like.
current attire: previously mentioned shoes, brown thrift store cords, newly acquired thrift store tee. so basically, i'm your stereotypical twentysomething hipster for the night.
recap
vacations are beautiful things. i should have "nothing" vacations more often. because aside from the Having To Actually Wake Up part, i feel pretty okay about the Having To Actually Work Tomorrow part. and thanksgiving was nice. having many aunts and uncles and various subsets of families therein makes for a lot of activity, and, also: automatic portion control.
funniest story of my weekend: went to applebee's with the parents on saturday for lunch. somehow we're talking about reunions and our own high school classmates. i ask my dad about some random person he's talking about, and i hear him say, "oh, it's bruce... the guy that runs the porn shop."
holy mother of god. i almost drop my fork, somehow manage to swallow my food, and choke out, "excuse me?"
"what? you know, the porn shop."
no, actually, NO, I DON'T KNOW THE PORN SHOP and are we really talking or am i dreaming this up? at this point i'm staring wordlessly, wondering what on earth just happened to this conversation, not to mention the very fabric of existence as it begins to unravel around me.
my mom jumps in as well, and they are BOTH trying to explain. oh god oh god oh god. "he owns the porn shop! he's had it for years... it's right down the road. you passed it on the way in." they're looking at me like i'm nuts, when suddenly, i get it.
the pawn shop. they're talking about the pawn shop.
"OHHHHH... the PAWN shop!" my relief is overwhelming. and it is at this point that i notice our server at her computer station adjacent to our booth, across from me, and behind my dad. i catch her eye in my moment of clarity and can see from her barely contained laughter that she has heard our entire miscommunicated discussion.
i'm not sure if it makes the story better or worse that five minutes later my dad casually mentioned, "and when his first wife was laid up in the hospital for awhile? he sort of turned it into a porn shop."
return
i am here.
i should be in bed.
'twas a good week off.
i shall write soon.
this again?
i know, i know, i keep posting this site. but hey, it's funny. many mucho archives for your viewing pleasure.
turkey and toddlers
as of the time of this posting, i am probably in a building surrounded by at least thirty children who are relatives of mine in some way, but hell if i know exactly how.
and this is only my dad's side of the family.
happy thanksgiving!
A+
wow, i'm glad i went searching for this... i thought this site went defunct long ago, but it's being updated again. ratings and archives galore!
On one hand, if your conveyance is being pulled through the night skies by magical reindeer, why does it need to be a sleigh? On the other hand, why would it need to be anything else? Given that it's the reindeer that provide the horsepower, the actual vehicle can be anything from a Honda Element to a colossal baked potato.
say what?
ah, 1979... that was a good year. delightful, even. this isn't quite as awesome as paul's rendition, but you can never go wrong with the original [even if it's the short version].
new
mmm... pretty. shiny. thinking...
