Diet

Philly

Philly

You probably know that my Nana is fighting terminal lung cancer. She lives in Florida and my mother has been down there for the past couple of months to be with her. We are taking care of my mother’s two cats; Philly and Delphia-yes, say the two names fast and together and it does sound like what you are thinking.

Anyway, I wanted to post a picture of Philly. Poor guy has a slight weight problem. Adam and I took him to our vet for a consultation and have him on a very strict diet. About an hour before meal time when he starts to get hungry he starts eating paper, literally.

He started the diet the second week of January and the good news is that he has lost: 4 ounces!

Way to go Philly.

Locked in…literally

As you all know we are living in a home that turns 99 years old this year. I know, I know…what were we thinking? Long story and for another day (but it involved a baby crib late at night while being on call at the hospital).

We have two front doors and are replacing them with red doors with solid glass storm doors over them. Adam replaced the one on the side of the house with no problem-it’s beautiful!

He proceeded to start working on the other front door (which is the main front door) however discovered that the frame wasn’t the same. Only, he discovered this a little too late. He’d already dismantled a lot of it getting ready to put on our nice new pretty red door. This being an evening project he tried to take on he wasn’t able to re-build the entire door frame so he had to come up with a solution until he has time in the future.

Solution: screw the old door on, literally. In other words, no visitors allowed I guess.

Mr tax man

So I took two days off this week to work solely on taxes. We do have a CPA, mind you but we can’t afford to just bring her three big boxes full of papers, receipts and what have you and say call us when you’re through. We’ve got to do as much of the work as possible before giving it to her-much cheaper this way! I think back to the days of sitting down one afternoon and using turbotax and being done. Voila.

No more. Adam drug in two eight foot tables for me and at times I covered every inch of them. Lets see…we’ve got my practice and home office expenses, the store, Adam’s computer business and Adam’s lawn/snow business. Sheesh.

Apparently there is a place you need to write down what you paid the IRS in back payments for the current tax year. I hadn’t kept really close track I just know we owed them a ton last year when we had our taxes done and have been paying them each month to try and get 2007 paid off. So, I had to call the IRS. The first time I called it said you will have a 10-15 minute wait and played some nice classical music. I put the phone on speakerphone and went on my way working on other things. Ten minutes later…click. Yep, hung up on me somehow-classic.

So, once again I called back. Only this time the connection was crackly so now the classical music wasn’t as nice. Ten minutes later some man with an accent answered. I think he was middleastern and was wearing a turbin. Don’t get me wrong though-really nice guy. He said “your phone is crackly”.  I said yeah-that or it may be yours and he proceeded to discuss with me how he wished the government would buy all of them blue tooth headsets because they always have their phones hooked to their heads.

Anyway-he got me the figure I needed and asked me if there was anything else he could do for me. I said no and he said… and I quote “don’t feel bad, Mrs. Carter-I will probably owe a little this year too on my taxes-not as much as you though. Have a nice day”.

Thank you mr turbin man.

Lost in the delivery room

As you probably know I have a passion for obstetrics. This is most probably the highlight of my practice. I am blessed to be able to not only provide prenatal care to these women but when they go into labor I “get” to labor by their side with their support person. There is nothing more beautiful than watching a woman find her own rhythm to get through labor and to deliver an amazing baby.

I am also blessed to happen to have a partner that will allow me to deliver the child with his hands near of course! Maybe I was meant to be a nurse midwife. I’ve been looking into this even more as of recent and could possibly see this in the future (wayyyyy future!).

I have to, however question my ability after a recent dream. You see, I dreampt that I lost the laboring mother in the delivery room. I couldn’t find her. She was about to deliver and I was freaking to put it mildly. Well, one may ask…how can you lose a person in the delivery room?

That’s just it…she wasn’t an ordinary patient. The patient was a caterpillar. Yep! You read right. So, I bolted up from a dead sleep freaked out and could never fall back asleep. I mean..what the heck?! How could I not psychoanalyze myself a little (back to the ole’ freudian days). Later that morning when we were rounding and seeing patients at the hospital I told my partners about it. We happened to have a medical student and he was listening intently. After I told my story I looked at him and said, Danny-what do you think it means? His response was classic and fast…”maybe some of your patients are bugging you”.

End of story…Danny figured it out. Thanks, Danny.

Napolean Dynamite

Ok, so Uncle Adam and I must not get it. I mean-it must be over our head, right? For months we’ve been listening to our nieces and nephews AND others quoting this movie and making it sound like it was something one had to see and experience to be able to understand life itself.

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Well, we finally caved. We watched it and knew at the point when he commented about his lips hurting so bad that it was just a weird movie. What is the mystery surrounding this movie? Another thing everyone always says is you appreciate it more each time you watch it. Well, what if you don’t think you can handle watching it again? Hmmmm…