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Nov2

I love you more than meatballs.

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Work has been crazy.  And when I say this, I mean that I leave the office and cannot form sentences because my mind has been ripped to shreads.  With too much going on at work, plus my crazy travel, plus school…it seems that I’m drowning at times.  On Monday, I drove home from work and couldn’t even remember the drive because I was in zombie mode.  There was no way I could cook dinner, much less decide what to make, so I asked Jacob to pick up dinner on his way home from school.  We decided on Subway and we both wanted meatball subs.

*Side note: The name Subway Meatball Sub doesn’t sound good.  Just like the McRib, with its formed meat to look like ribs, doesn’t sound good.  But every now and then, the meatball sub is good mood food.

Jacob got home and we grabbed our sandwiches.  I had the 6-in and he had the footlong.  I unwrapped mine and digged in.  So good!!  He opened his and opened the bread and found that one side didn’t even have meatballs in it, just bread and sauce!!  With a mouth full of sub I was like, “wilwy?”  He said, “YES! And, I even asked the guy if he put meat on it because it just looked like sauce!”  The other side only had three meatballs, which was just as disappointing.  Poor guy was so hungry and so exhausted from his long day that annoyance overcame him.  He picked up his sub, went to the back door, opened the sliding glass door, and threw the sub out the door!

The evening didn’t end up a happy one.  Everytime I let the dogs out to potty, I had to keep them away from the random meatballs on the ground and the sub sliding down the rock wall.

Today, two days later, I get an email from Jacob.  I won’t bore you with the details but at the end he wrote, “…I hope you still love me like a fat kid loves cake.”  My response? “I love you like the subway guy loves his meatballs.”

Jacob told me tonight that he sent a complaint email to Subway and received a call back from a manager.  He gets a free meal on them.  Maybe he’ll get extra meatballs!

Oct21

Vijayjay

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It’s been a while since I’ve had a blog entry but I’ve been busy. You know, the usual happens like work, school, birthdays, and OB/Gyn conferences. Every now and then I get blessed to attend the many conferences my company has to attend throughout the state. Most of them are fun. I’ve met so many people over the 11 years I’ve been in this industry that you usually see someone you know. And if not, you’ll always meet someone new. This conference though was special. About 300 OB/Gyns all together in one area talking about the changing medical environment and vulvas. I mean, you can’t get more detailed about this. Well, you can, but it’s not polite to put it in writing.

So, two things have happened here at this convention. First, we have to sit across from this:

Weird?

Yep, it’s pretty crazy. Shaunna (co-worker) didn’t even realize it was there until I asked if we were going to have to stare at that vagina all day. And, Jacob commented that it looked like a gas pump.  (In case you’re wondering, the device does an ablation of the uterus to remove the lining and basically stop periods. It’s what many women are turning to avoid having a hysterectomy in their pre-menopausal state.)

Another incident that happened at this convention was when I misspoke about my skirt.  If you look at the the picture above again you will see that the table has a table cloth and skirt underneath it.  All of our display tables look like this.  A sweet, old (70ish) man said that he was looking for a trash can.  I said, “Hear, give your trash to me and I’ll put it under my skirt.”  As the words came out of my mouth I remembered I was also wearing a skirt that day.  The man turned and looked at me and said, “Excuse me?”  I quickly apologized stating that I meant my table skirt, not my actual skirt.  He just looked at me said, “Honey? Hearing things like that is just a normal days work in an OB’s world.”

HAHAHAHA!!

Sep9

And the firsts…

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So yesterday I had a ton of new firsts in my life.  I started my first blog and wrote my first entry, I played my first fantasy football game in my first fantasy football league, and I got my first body scan at the airport.  With all the travelling I do, it’s surprising that I haven’t been scanned before but luckily, I don’t fly to airports that have scanners. Another first? You stand in the scanner and put your hands, fingers pointed upward and out, on top of your head.  It could be your impersonation of a moose or practicing your “nanny-nanny-boo-boo” wave.  After it was over I didn’t feel as violated as I thought but I didn’t see the picture of me.  It’s probably for the best.  I considered asking for a copy of the scan.  I could make it my new blog picture!!