the end of a long disagreement (of sorts)

white earlobed chicken~named Bob

Adam and I have gone back and forth for a verrry long time about why egg shells vary in color. I kid you not…..that is what this post is about. Adam has vehemently sworn to the fact that it depends on the color of the chicken’s elbow. Well, we have this very nice patient that sells eggs to us at the clinic~antibiotic & hormone free, cage free too! I finally asked him last week and he looked at me like I had purple hair and orange eyes. Needless to say I told Adam he needed to check into his theory a little further.

Come to find out…he was close. It’s their earlobes that determine the color of the shell. Elbows…earlobes…elbows…earlobes. He says they sound the same to him and he just remembered wrong from the Discovery channel show he saw it on once upon a time.

So tonight we were boiling some eggs and there was a really speckly one and I asked Adam what color he thought that chicken’s earlobe was and his response was classic: his mama’s earlobe was white, his daddy’s was not~there are even biracial chickens, you see.

Womb preparation, roofing, bi/trilingualism & luvin hockey

here we have snippets from the past 3 weeks:

  • My mama is home. Yippee! After three months gone taking care of my ill Pepe in Florida we are very happy to have her home. I missed missed missed her.
  • We are getting ready physically, mentally and spiritually for a little babe. Or, as I told my baby brother…”I am getting my womb ready”. He subsequently freaked and said “please don’t say that word…it’s way to close to the ovaries”.
  • I experienced a few days of euphoric relief when we learned Adam’s cousin (he was our best man) is having twin boys. You see, Adam’s Dad often prophesies and many years ago said I would have twin boys and I thought briefly that maybe he just saw the wrong person…Adam’s mom says no, though..it was me with the twin boys. That frightens the living daylights out of me and I would be lying if I did not admit that it hasn’t played a teensy role in us not multiplying as of yet.
  • I met with our accountant today and left smiling brightly. We will be getting a refund big enough to roof half of our home! What about the other half, you may ask? We haven’t figured that part out yet…taking any and all suggestions…
  • Our niece Rebecca is a senior this year and is still shooting to go IVY. She has had a phone interview by Columbia and a personal interview with both Harvard and Princeton!!!! Holy Crapola~we are so proud of her and hope she gets in.
  • I’ve decided I need to learn to knit. I’m not sure why~maybe it has something to do with getting the womb ready. Adam was with me at one of my medical conferences last week and my “teach yourself to knit” book and needles and yarn were there and wouldn’t ya know it….he taught himself while I was at the conference and now he is teaching me. He is such a manly man. A studly man.
  • I am learning Haitian Creole via a ten lesson system on cds. I’m a mess. Between the french that is shockingly still back there in the brain still from high school and the spanish I use in my practice now I can’t figure out what I’m saying half the time. Today I mastered how to say “I understand a little Haitian Creole” and “I am American”.
  • For the first real time I have been seriously devastated that we do not have tv. I would love to be watching the Olympics. While we were actually in a hotel WITH tv at my conference the only thing on EVERY freakin’ channel was crud about Tiger Woods….spare me and everyone else! We were able to illegally watch the US vs. Canada Hockey game last Sunday and it was A-M-A-Z-I-N-G! Having grown up on the ice, I have a special spot in my heart for hockey but that game was great and I can’t wait to see who we will play in the finals!
  • One final thing….I did see some bobsledding while at my mom’s for supper this week and have decided that my family is made for bobsledding. IE: physically. We have the same calves and thighs those guys do so I’ve put a call out to my siblings but so far no one has stepped up and volunteered to start traininng with me. Bummer.

MIA

So.

I’ve been hiding, I guess. Actually, here is how it happened: a few weeks ago I got a letter from my father that hurt my feelings which shouldn’t surprise me as it has occurred off and on for the past 25 years. In fact, we (as in…Adam and I) used to have a rule that whenever I got something in the mail from my Dad I would not open it. Adam would and if it was something that was not hurtful he would give it to me, if not he would toss it. Needless to say, I guess we need to resume that routine because I didn’t see it coming when I should have. So. I felt sorry for myself for about three days. No blogging, emailing, really anything. Then, life took over.

Doc loves cows. Doc, as in the doctor I work with. Every January and February he travels with his grandchildren to cattle shows to CO and TX. This leaves things VERY hectic here on the home front for the other NP and I. Lots of late evenings at the hospital…no time for blogging. Then…I’ve been to three conferences in the midst of all of this too.

All the while, I think geesh…I feel like I have a lot to say but I don’t really know what nor why actually. So that’s my story and I’m sticking to it. I’m working on a post with the goings ons at the Carters that I’ll post next.

So I suppose the moral of the story is: don’t hurt my feelings.

xoxo

The darndest thing

The last time something like this happened was when my sister emptied the clothes out of her dryer and a dead snake had it’s mouth clamped on her husband’s jock strap (oops…should I have put that in here?). 

What happens when Ralph Lauren boxers mix with a tank top?
(answer: see above)