Around the table

This is the 299th post on this blog site. Not bad. Unfortunately, some of my New Year's Eve resolutions flew out the window last week. It was a crazy one. We watched the football game with friends on Monday, got my car fixed on Tuesday, I went to bed at 8:30pm on Wednesday after the trauma group and supervision, we had dinner with a coworker and family on Thursday evening, and my parents arrived on Friday around 4:30. Mom, Dad, and I spent the weekend in Atlanta at Scott's antique market and Americas Mart. I am exhausted and am about to head into a crazy week prior to leaving for vacation on Thursday at 4:35pm. This week will consist of two full days of the trauma group (Monday and Wednesday) leaving me just Tuesday and half of Thursday to get my patients seen. Yikes. But, on Saturday morning I will be skiing down the snowy slopes of Sun Valley, Idaho, a place I have never skied before.

This weekend was an interesting one for someone who doesn't particularly like shopping. That someone is me. Shopping makes me feel very tired, headachy, and a bit frustrated. I end of finding things that I want to have that I didn't know existed before and then feeling somewhat unsatisfied with what I have. Plus, I don't really like to just wander around. I like to shop with a purpose, buy what I want, and leave. I don't care to look for a bargain. However, I don't particularly even like to spend money all that much unless it's something that I really want. I did find a pair of killer brown boots that come almost to the knee and are soft and wonderful. So, I bought them (used) for $60. But, see what happens, I now need some more skinny pants so I can wear them to work. I have a great pair of skinny jeans, but alas, jeans are not so cool for the workplace.

By the way, I'm going to be hosting an in-service in the near future for the women of the world. It will be titled: "Tights are not pants and make those around you (me) feel uncomfortable when your butt is hanging out. Please wear either a longer shirt, a dress, or pants over those tights. Thank you."

My mom gave Jared and me a salsa maker. It's this cool gadget that one can use to make fresh, tasty salsa. We used it at my mom's house, Jared expressed a bit too much interest, and it's now ours to store. The following conversation occurred tonight between Jared and me:

J: What's this thing?

A: That salsa maker of mom's.

J: Why is it here?

A: Mom knew you liked it.

J: Well, I also like $100 bills and she didn't leave one of those lying around.

Jared and I were also discussing church.

J: If we lived in Nashville, we could go to the Seventh Day Adventist Church.

A: Really?

J: Yeah, but don't expect me to go to any of those dinners.

A: What dinners?

J: You know, those picnics. The church picnics.

A: Okay.

J: I'd be the guy over on the side with my own grill making some hot dogs. You'd think if the Methodist church can accept gay ministers than the Seventh Day Adventist church could accept a carnivore. I'd show up and eat a bacon, egg, and cheese biscuit during the service.

A: Jennifer (my sister-in-law) made Brad (my brother) a striple (veggie bacon) and egg sandwich for breakfast last week.

J: (gagging noise) Oh, that's gross.

End of conversation.