Thursday, March 29, 2007

More Nephew photos

I just love these two pictures of Sam.

And speaking of pictures, I spent my evening going through this huge bag of photos I had from high school and college. Some I threw away, and the rest I semi-organized into a big photo album!! Now I can actually look at the photos I have taken.

If I were really good, I would have cropped them, included fun text and color schemes, and incorporated a well-thought design. But I figure I'm doing well just to get them into the album. Maybe someday I'll get them labeled.

Now Jeff is going through his pictures so I can do the same thing for him. I may have to post a few choice items he's uncovered. If he'll let me.

Wednesday, March 28, 2007

Normal Life At The Bank

Yesterday I was trying to help a guy at the bank who was really drunk. He couldn't remember his PIN number for his ATM card. He had obviously been drowning his sorrows, and his PIN number, in the bottle of Crown Royal that was sticking out of his pocket. So I took him over to the card encoding machine so he could choose a new PIN number. He kept insisting that he wanted 4-16-4-2 as his PIN number. I told him several times that he could only choose 4 numbers. But he was completely undaunted, he would just look at his fingers and count it off, "4-16-4-2, that's four numbers right?" Hmmm.

Monday, March 26, 2007


Sometimes I get a little behind on laundry.

(actual, unretouched photo of our actual, untouched dirty clothes.)

Sunday, March 25, 2007

Blooming in Charleston.....

It's a great time of year to be in Charleston:

Friday, March 23, 2007

Life at the Bank

Just a few choice tidbits from life at the bank lately...

- Yesterday I was walking back to the bank after having walked home for lunch. I took a slightly different route (ashley to cannon to courtney). While approaching the intersection of Cannon and President street I saw a man on the other side of the street acting kinda weird. That's not too uncommon around here, so I minded my own business. But while waiting for the light to turn, so I could cross the street, I glanced back over at him. Now he was standing directly across the street from me, in an athletic pose, going through a karate chop routine with his hands, while staring intently at me. That's odd, I thought. I kept watching as he finished a fairly elaborate karate kid routine, never taking his eyes off me. And with a little flair at the finish, he he extended his pointer finger on his right hand, and slowly and deliberatly, while still staring at me, raised his finger to his nose and pushed his glasses up higher on his nose. And with that he was done, and walked away. I walked away too, amused, and slightly worried.

- On a seperate occasion, last week I was opening a new checking account for a 22 year old male. He had never had a checking account before, so I was going through the routine questions. Name? Address? Did he want a debit card? And finally...
Me: Would you like me to order you a box of checks?
Him: What?
Me: Would you like me to order you a box of checks?
Him: What?
Me: Checks. Would you like a box of checks?
Him: You mean like the cereal?

- Finally. A few weeks ago I was chatting with some of our tellers. Some various trivia emails had been going around, bringing up odd topics. So one of the tellers challenged me to name 5 countries in Africe. I did, without to much trouble, if I might add. I challenged her to name 5 countries in South America. She couldn't think of one. She asked me what the smallest continent is. I said Australia, she challenged me that it is actually Europe. Its not, its Australia. Then she asked me how many countries were in North America, thinking this was a hard question. Things went on from here, and generally got more embarassing for her, until finally she had to admit, "I've never been very good at geometry."

That's for sure.

Thursday, March 22, 2007

What I learned today.....

Amputating a toe = very easy surgery.

(Easy to do, that is, probably not as easy if it is your toe.)

Wednesday, March 21, 2007


The surgeon I'm working with now is mostly a vascular surgeon, which means he does lots of operations on people who have problems with their arteries or veins. For me, this means that suddenly I'm looking at lots and lots of feet. Many people with bad circulation have problems in their feet. I'm not exactly sure why this is, but lately it feels like all I'm doing is looking at feet.

Usually, this is not a problem. I do not mind feet. But once you get bad circulation, your feet tend to get gross. And I mean gross. Suddenly, I do not like feet. At least, the feet that I'm spending time looking at and touching to find a pulse. Today was probably the worst. I had to look at this guy's feet who had a toe that was actually ROTTING, as in it was black and falling off. And then there was the smell. I think the only way to really appreciate the smell of gangrene is to smell it yourself. Thankfully, blogger hasn't invented a way to post scents, so you are safe. At the end of the appointment, the doctor asked me to take some bandages and wrap it up.

Then the patient asked me to help him put his shoes back on. And suddenly, I was looking around for someone else to do it. This gentleman had some strokes, and so had lost a lot of dexterity in his hands, and had trouble putting his shoes on. As he asked me for help, all I could think is how I really don't want to do this, and why doesn't he just do it himself?? I didn't go to four years of medical school to help someone put on their shoes.

And then suddenly in my mind was John 13, where Jesus having loved his own who were in the world, he now showed them the full extent of his he got up from the meal, took off his outer clothing, and wrapped a towel around his waist. After that, he poured water into a basin and began to wash his disciples' feet, drying them with the towel that was wrapped around him.

I was totally convicted. Didn't I write in that personal statement I sent to residency programs about how much I want to serve people? And here, I had this great opportunity, but I really wasn't interested. This wasn't the kind of serving I had in mind, I suppose. But this is exactly the kind of serving Jesus did - dealing with people's disgusting, nasty, dirty, and diseased feet. Just like he took my filthy, dirty, disgusting, and diseased self and redeemed me, making me a daughter of the king.

I guess God can use ANYthing to remind us of his love - even rotten toes.

Tuesday, March 20, 2007

A Better Picture

Of Aubrey opening her match day envelope

Monday, March 19, 2007

And the paperwork begins.....

I knew being a doctor required filling out lots and lots of paperwork, but I didn't realize it would begin this soon. I got a big packet of stuff from Greenwood today, and it seemed like I had to sign my name no less than 400 times. I could have just signed away my first child, or given away my kidney, and I may not have noticed since there was so much to fill out. I also have to include a right thumbprint. Although apparently, if my right thumb were missing, I could also include my left thumbprint as long as I indicated it on the application.

One exciting thing about getting this filled out quickly is that I'll actually get my signing bonus sooner. Yes, that's right, I'm getting a signing bonus. Like I'm some kind of professional athlete. (Mine is going to be slightly smaller than theirs tend to run.)

I have to have a pre-employment physical with a urine drug screen. I was instructed to come to the appointment "with a full bladder." Seriously.

Sunday, March 18, 2007

Our Sunday Evening

Aubrey = 299
Jeff = 271

Frankly, I'm just glad I didn't loose by a whole lot more, considering Aubrey was writing words like "ruminate," "rifampin," and "indole," which apparently is a byproduct of animal intestines used in perfumery. (?)

Saturday, March 17, 2007

Interesting news....

We got some interesting news from our nephew Jackson this week. But I'll let him tell you himself....

Needless to say, we are very excited.

Friday, March 16, 2007

So you can know what it feels likes to match...

That's what it looks like!

And here is a small article in our local paper. Enjoy.

Thursday, March 15, 2007

And We're Moving To......... Idaho?!?

Just Kidding, its not really Idaho. Today is the big day. Today we found out were Aubrey matched in the big Match.

Out of 140 students, Aubrey was about the 129th called. Here she is reading her letter...

And she is announcing that we are going to Greenwood, SC!!!!! We are both very excited, Greenwood was our first choice of programs. June 18th will be her first day there, so we will move sometime before that. We can't wait. See how happy we look?

Wednesday, March 14, 2007

Countdown to "M" day

Only 18 hours until the Match! Jeff and I are quite excited. On Monday, we found out that we had actually matched somewhere, and tomorrow we find out where that somewhere is. Apparently, a record-setting 24 people from my class didn't match this year, forcing them to scramble into positions. It's too bad that is the record our class was able to set.

Check back tomorrow for the official announcement!

Until then, enjoy this. I never knew a dog could be so funny.

Tuesday, March 13, 2007

Because I Felt Like Baking, That's Why.

I think that somewhere, deep within me, I have a repressed culinary streak. Every so often I enjoy cooking. Baking mostly. In junior high I used to have the recipe for chocolate chip cookies memorized, I could do it in my sleep. Which was probably more because I loved cookies, than because I loved baking. Then in high school I used to get all kinds of brochures from culinary schools. Perhaps I missed my calling.

Anyway. The urge has struck again recently, in the form of a desire to bake bread. Baking bread is satisfying. It makes you feel good. And it tastes really good too. So over the last couple of weeks I have made several batches of English Muffins. They are like bread, with just a few modifications at the end. And mmmmmm, are they good. When they are hot out of the toaster, and the butter just melts right down into them... whoa.

Friday, March 09, 2007

Last Call

Since Jeff and I are leaving Charleston very soon, we are sending out the last call for anyone to come and visit us. Seriously, we love company. And if you needed any motivation, check out this article from the New York Times.

Come on down, y'all!

Thursday, March 08, 2007

Nephew updates

We haven't put any recent photos of our nephews, and I thought I should remedy this since they are both getting cuter by the day.

And a very cute video of Jackson:

Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Back to the Grind stone

Sorry for the lack of posting. I'm enjoying this new rotation, but it hasn't left me with tons of time. Although the schedule really isn't bad, especially for surgery. I go in at 7, and have been finishing around 4. And we are pretty busy during that whole time. I doubt there are any smokers amongst the four readers of this blog, but if there are, let me tell you: QUIT NOW. I've seen dead legs, amputated feet, and nasty aortas, all in people who smoke. It's not like I've been surprised by what I've seen, but I have definitely been reminded this week that smoking is BAD.

So enjoy a few photos until I can post more. Here are the three photos I took in Texas with my camera phone.

An orange tree!! I could actually touch an orange growing on a tree!

Walking the bridge to Mexico.
Standing on the actual border.

I decided I kind of enjoy the look of the crappy, low quality camera phone images. They seem rustic. Maybe tomorrow I'll add some more good nephew photos.

Thursday, March 01, 2007

New bag

Since I only have one more day before I have to start back to working (I'll be starting my surgery rotation on Monday), I decided I needed something to prove that I haven't totally wasted these two weeks off. (Because I definitely have not spent most of my days chilling watching various movies checked out from the library or watching episodes of Gilmore Girls. No. Not me.)

Today was the day for a project. The other day I decided I wanted to bag to take to the gym that was smaller and cuter than the big sports bag I've been using. (Plus, that bag has the name of a residency on it that I didn't rank first, and I'm not sure I will be allowed to advertise other residency programs once I actually start my job.) So here is what I came up with:

Cute and girly. And just the right size for a water bottle, magazine, headphones, and my long-sleeved t-shirt. Here is another view:
And here is the inside, including an actual zippered pocket that I made. The pocket is also lined on the inside with the blue fabric from the outside.
And here is a close-up of the my initial, which I attached using the wonder-under iron on fuser.

I (sort of) used this free pattern here (with some adjustments). And used these directions for the zippered pocket. I'm pleased with the outcome, but the drawstrings could have been better. Maybe for the next one I'll get that figured out.

I'm not sure what it is, but something about sewing really satisfies this crafty hankering I get every now and again. At least I usually end up with something I can use from it. And unlike the hankering I get for baking, sewing doesn't leave me with platefuls of chocolate desserts I then have to consume.

Maybe for my next project, I'll try this one.