Dec
12
I saw a new doctor today, because my previous doctor specializes in prenatal care and as much as I liked her I guess I’m not quite willing to get knocked up again just to see a familiar face on the occasions I drag myself in for a checkup, and it was the weirdest thing, he looked exactly like a less-sexy and grey-haired Dr. Cox (I don’t have to explain why Dr. Cox is sexy, do I? Listen, you either find aggressive, rapid-fire shitheads sexy or you don’t, and if you don’t, then, well, you’re wrong, what can I say? See also: Ari from Entourage, at least in previous years because is it just me or does his dick seem a little limp this season?).
His office wasn’t very convenient to get to and I didn’t get called in until a full half hour past my appointment time so despite the Scrubs resemblance I was already thinking I wouldn’t be back, but then there was this sort of fantastic moment right there in the exam room, and no, it didn’t involve a speculum what is wrong with you people, he was reading my chart and asked how I was handling a medication I’m taking that has a host of rare side effects like depression, anxiety, etc, and instead of running down the laundry list of possible mental tics he just looked at me and said, “How’s the [medication] going, having any of the . . .” — and here he twirled his finger against his temple. He didn’t quite loll his tongue out of his mouth and roll his eyes comically to complete the picture, but it was quite awesome nonetheless. Oh doctor you had me at making the International Sign for Crazy.
I guess if I had been having some of those side effects I might not have found it so amusing, but, okay, this is just me, but I hate a doctor that wants to talk about stress and lifestyle and shit when all you want is a prescription, you know? I like to think this is a guy to whom I can go, Doc, I’m having some — and here I’d twirl my finger against my head — and he’d be all, welp, hokay then! Let’s get you some DRUGS.
That was pretty much the whole of my day, and then I got the sniglets from daycare and we goofed around the house while I snapped a bunch of pictures:
Dec
11
I have another long weekend of solo parenting ahead of me, JB left this afternoon for his brother’s multi-day bachelor party in Bend. I’m not particularly envious of the hairy-backed aspect of this excursion, but I’d be lying if I didn’t admit I’m fairly roiling with jealousy over the notion of a no-kids visit to one of my very favorite places ever. If they don’t get snowed in (which: hee. Seven dudes housebound in a vacation rental in Sunriver, Oregon — why, I’m pretty sure I’ve seen THAT movie on pay-per-view! What was it called, something like “Secret Santa Sausage Gift Exchange”? ) they’ll be skiing, maybe just hanging out at the Deschutes Brewery and bullshitting, not changing diapers or staggering out of bed at 2:30 AM to deal with a fussy baby or watching Curious George for the eleventy zillionth time or, well, YOU GET IT.
Not that I’m resentfully filing every single one of my husband’s trips away from home in the back of my mind or anything, ha ha ha haaaaa, but just as a little comparison, the one and only trip I have planned for ALL of 2009 involves standing for ninety hours a day in a booth at the Macworld Expo in January and smiling robotically at creepy bearded men in Australian dusters sporting Bluetooth headsets. LAME.
I have an unexpected little windfall of money coming in soon, and while most of it will get immediately dumped into savings (and some for charity), I’ve been dreamily pondering what to do with the slice I want to keep for myself. My fantasies have been bouncing between:
• A new fancypants camera, an upgrade from my D70
• Some new clothes, like not Old Navy shit for once
• Just keeping some cash at the ready for the miscellaneous things I like but can’t always afford: salon visits, Amazon purchases, etc
But maybe a mini vacation-just-for-me would be a better investment. I’d like to go somewhere with my mom and aunt, I’d like to drive up and visit Kristin, I lust after the idea of a spa weekend.
What do you guys think? If you could spend a little money just for you, what would you spend it on?
PS: Lest you think I am trying to RUN AWAY FROM MY CHILDREN, well, DOY, but also, hot damn they are getting to be awesome individually AND collectively:
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