Oh nothing, I just wanted to be sure of you

Nothing much to say, except I'm still alive, not like anyone who reads this doesn't already talk to me twice a week anyways, but I thought I would post before I got to the point where even those three people stopped checking to see if I updated because I never did.

Here's what new in my life, in no particular order.
-I made brownies.
-I got my third parking ticket of the year (I hate street sweepers).
-I did my first (and second) overnight calls.
-I went to my first code (where someone is "found down" and you have to do CPR...he made it through but died later that day).
-I'm stressed about not having enough time to study for boards. Whose idea was it to base my entire schedule off of a soccer game?
-I haven't made pancakes in a long time (tomorrow's the day...mmm strawberry pancakes).
-I really like my Marian group; they're great.
-Went to the Greek Festival and ate flaming cheese and decided there will be Greek dancing at my wedding (to which announcement a person who didn't know me was about to congratulate me on my recent engagement until she was informed I just plan random things about my wedding without having any prospects on the horizon).
-My medicine attending agreed to write a rec letter, even though we both know pediatric letters are better.
-I spoke up during ICU rounds today and was (mostly) correct. I hope someone was paying attention.
-I bought cage-free eggs cause I saw what the caged chickens go through, and it was enough to at least alter one purchase.
-Bought my dad a funny father's day card. Still haven't given Hilary her birthday present.
-Sat in a hot tub.
-Ate corn on the cob.

Isn't my life thrilling? Aren't you glad you checked to see if I posted anything new?

Hiding under the bed, figuratively speaking.

So, if you've seen or read "Marley and Me", you know that our canine counterparts can be just as neurotic and crazy as their owners. My roommate's dog, Ruben, is normally a "ferocious" watchdog, barking at anything that moves, and many things that don't. But flash lightening outside the house or let one thunderclap rip within earshot, and he turns into a raging scaredy-cat. Last night, with the lightening surrounding the house, he became my shadow, practically knocking me over as he followed me around, into the kitchen, into my room (both places he's normally not allowed), and then, to my surprise, right into the bathroom, where, feeling sorry for him, I let him keep me company while I brushed my teeth and got ready for bed. Then he was just about to lay himself down in my closet to weather the storm when Laura came out of her room and he found a new person to follow. At least he doesn't eat the dry wall. I, on the other hand, loved the storm, especially the fresh air it gave us this morning. Yay.