We are about done with the move so we took a day and a Disney day at animal

kingdom.
I will try add to the blog soon .

Who Needs Caffeine

Being someone who averages roughly 5 hours of sleep a night, I have become quite the connoisseur of all things caffeinated.  However, nothing, I repeat NOTHING wakes you up more than hopping out of your car and hopping over this....

I may never sleep again.

Hot Damn!

We just can't believe that we've been here for six months already!  It is just racing by.  I am already 1/3 of the way through my second semester, and they have really turned up the heat (not just figuratively- It's damn near 90 degrees before 11am most days).  We finished our finals on a Friday, and we kicked off the next semester the following Monday.  We took a 3 credit course in one week, and immediately started clinicals (this is where we are expected to function like a practicing Anesthetist of 40 years in a hospital setting for 30 hours a week).  We are now down to class two days a week, and the rest are reserved for "clinical opportunities," which generally requires you to drink heavily when you get home and thank God that somehow you didn't kill anyone (but there is always tomorrow...).

My friend Michael

Late night study session

Amy and I with ear mold, I mean molds

Like prisoners of war, I've bonded with some amazing people.  We all basically have stress ulcers,  insomnia, and facial twitches.  We look less like a group of graduate students studying the art of anesthesia, and more like a bunch of psychiatric patients who haven't taken their meds.  In addition to our didactic and clinical studies, we have also perfected the art of stress eating!  It's a miracle we don't all weigh 900lbs.

 Nate is awesome (I'm sure that comes as no surprise).  He's still bar tending at the Radisson, but currently looking to expand his horizons.  Particularly to somewhere were there are no cheap foreigners that don't understand the concept of tipping (Those damn Sweds).

Not only has he started P90X, but he runs the dogs everyday, which they thoroughly enjoy.  In fact, it's really the highlight of their day. 

Pre-run

Post-run

Well, I've got about 11 chapters to read, clinical paperwork to fill out, and six power points to study before I start again tomorrow at 0600, so.....That's all folks!!

F for Failure!!!

So apparently we aren't the ideal bloggers.  We are crazy busy doing the same thing everyday.  Let me explain.  No.  There is too much.  Let me sum up.  Nate works four days a week and spends the other three days a week being my wife.  You know:  cooking, and cleaning, and running the dogs, and doing laundry...  You get the picture.  I spend three days a week living at my classroom, listening to lecture, and trying not to bleed out of my ears.  I spend another day in clinical trying not to kill and trying not to be killed.  I then spend the other three days clamoring to get caught up on all the reading, case studies, lecture dictation, post-conference assignments, and note card making that I missed during the last four days.  Exhausting, I know.

The whole point to this verbal (or should I say transcribed) diarrhea is that we have little time to blog.  And what's worse?  We really don't have anything to blog about because we are too damn busy being boring!  But if anything fantastically stupendous happens, ya'll be the first to know.

TaTa.  Ciao. Adios.  Sayonara.  Tschüss.

P.S.
I just have to mention that I love gassing people, shoving really long needles directly into their spines (not really the spine but I'll save you from the anesthesia mumbo-jumbo), and having my laundry done.  And apparently I'll learn to love grits.

And....Exhale

The perfect ending to any day.  Everyday.

The Ants Go Marching One by One...Million

So apparently we are not the only tenants of the The Copa.  Meet our new roommate, the Ghost Ant. 

I discovered our little friends one day as I was getting a glass of water and something caught the corner of my eye.  I looked down at the counter-top and suddenly realized that the whole counter-top was moving.  It was disconcerting, to say the least.  Apparently, the Ghost Ant is aptly named for its ability to spontaneously appear.  Huh. 

As far as roommates go, I’ve had a few that were worse, but not many.  The Ghost Ant came in uninvited, threw a kegger in my kitchen, invited 10,000 of his closest relatives, and doesn’t seem to get that the party is long over. 

I scrubbed the counter and everything touching the counter with 409, and rewashed every dish in the cupboards.  Feeling confident in my natural pest extermination abilities, I jumped into the shower to wash what felt like tiny little bugs all over my body and especially in my hair (completely my crazy mind's hallucinations).  Got out feeling much better and marched into the kitchen for a snack.  I immediately discovered that those damn ants were ALL OVER  the counters and tea pot and toaster and…..  I was not happy.  So repeat above scenario with concentrated bleach, and shower again, and they came back again.  WHY WON’T YOU DIE!!??.

But I’m on to them now.  After studying them for hours (because I was too paranoid to sleep), I have discovered some of their invisible trails, and strategically placed the most toxic ant-bait money could buy.  Now they have a little sugary sweet present to munch upon and share with their 500,000 friends, and then they will DIE, DIE, DIE!!!!!! (Cue Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog)

So we got that going for us…..

Let The Good Times Roll!

KB (sister) and The Randoo (dear friend) came to Orlando for a work conference and we were able to spend some time with them.  We had a fantastic mini-holiday!  KB and The Randoo took us to a movie theater inside Disney and it changed our lives.  They have movie theaters here that are full service food AND liquor!!  In the movies!!!  The rows fit four people, with a table in front of you and chairs that recline!!!  Recline!!!  To say the least, it was A-mazing.

Since we were in the Disney area we decided to meander around a little, have a beer in this Irish pub where there were River Dancers on location (I know!!), and then meander some more.  And then we ended up here….

 

That’s right.  We really are that cool!

KB pulled out the awesome-sauce when she busted out a box and said, “That’s for you. “ (She really said, “That’s for Nate” but she really meant me).  It was filled with beef jerky and Cold Smoke Scotch Ale.  Heaven.  Pure Heaven.  I think the Cold Smoke lasted about a day and the jerky was gone long before that!

It was so wonderful to see KB and The Randoo and very hard to say goodbye.  This is the part where I get all sappy and slop along about how much we miss our family and friends in Montana, but you all already know that so I’ll spare you slush.

Love you and thanks for visiting!!