Undeniable...scientific...evidence...

...that Snow-Days are fun!!

I needed this. A foot of snow. Two (3) hyper boys getting all geared up.

By all of the recent pictures on Facebook it's easy to know all the people from Texas where we don't get this kind of weather. Do people in Alaska post pics of 75 degree days?? (i don't know but 'alaska!) (I'll ask her, get it?) :)

Here are some pics from today's activities!

Drew shoveling. Caden supervising with 1 glove

Drew pretending to throw snowball.

Caden pretending to be hit...

...then actually falling!

Drew making snow angel.

Me making truck-snow angel.....

Yeah, the kids didn't think it was that funny either.

Me sitting on my new creation.

Drew thought it appropriate to take pic after it collapsed...

A good time was had by all!

One pic I will NOT post is what the inside of the house looked like after we trodded back in...

Later, (Happy anniversary Andrea!)

Smarty Pants...er Boots

My wife is a subtle genius!

A while back she orders these boots. They arrive, but they "don't fit right" - what is "right" Either they fit or they don't. She sends them back, and gets another pair that arrive in a most peculiar way.

We check the mail and we receive a card that says, under the delivered to section - "cab of red pick-up" - (Don't get me started about calling my truck a pick-up, instead of a truck)

So, I go out to my TRUCK, open the door, and there, in rather bold packaging, are the elusive second pair of boots.

Since when have we become so intimate with the U.S. Mail as to place things inside our vehicles??

If it won't fit into the mailbox, and we are not home....LEAVE IT ON THE PORCH! Raining or not. Do not enter open the door of my vehicle! Now, this guy knows that I listen to Michael Jackson, Billy Joel, and Carrie Underwood!! - I'm just not ready for our postal relationship to be at that level.

Back to the boots.....or the "idea to purchase apparel" in general.

The previous pair don't "fit right", these fit fine.....but we discover that she does not have the right shade of jeans to go with them. - Really babe? I've done enough laundry to know how many jeans you have. And yet, you MUST get a color that you conveniently "don't have" in order for this SECOND pair of boots to be worn. "OR" she says, "Now I need a brown pair" (boots)

Why must you play these games? Why must you act surprised that you all of a sudden "Need this", or "Can wear with, but I need...." ?

Just make one announcement that you will be selectively shopping for the rest of your life, and nothing will ever "fit right" but you'll keep on-a trying!

(And you will still look good in whatever you get) - Can I get a Holla!!!!!??

I don't even know what that means!

Have a good one!!

Dave

You know what? - I DON"T KNOW

It seems I have this problem of playing out conversations that never exist.

I was walking to my desk and I passed a co-worker heading to speak to two ladies.

You know how you start a conversation as if it's the subject line of an e-mail? You need to talk to someone about rescheduling the day that you have the car wash company come to work...so you either call the person or walk up to them and say "Car wash......" - and then continue talking.

Well, the aforementioned co-worker breezed passed me and stopped at a desk station and said "Patient Question" - Now, I know what she meant. She wanted to know what to do about a patient that was there. The problem with my brain is that I IMMEDIATELY played out this conversation in my head.............

Co-worker - (Standing, but not leaning over desk) "Patient Question"

Me - (Sitting behind desk counter wearing neatly pressed scrubs and showing a smooth face due to the recently shaven goat-tee, thinking that this person wants ME to give her a random question about regarding patients as if she's preparing for a Jeopardy audition.) ...so I reply "Okay, why do they smell like that?".....

Co-Worker - "What?"

Me - "Oh, I thought you wanted me to ask you about patients."

Co-Worker - "No, silly" "You're so funny" "Your wife, friends, family, and Facebook stalkers are SO lucky to have you in their lives." "Will you marry me?"

Me - "No, but you can bring me a Dr. Pepper"

Co-Worker - "Okay, Dave"

~ Yeah, that's what played out in my head.

THEN, later that same month.......(And this conversation ACTUALLY happened)

I was sitting at my desk in the OR, where we do surgery at a hospital that I work at, while I was practicing saying redundant things (Worth IT!) - and the phone at the front desk rings. Since there was nobody available to answer, the Dave-O had to get up and answer.

The caller ID showed a cell phone caller with the description - "Smith, David" - folks, if I'm lying I'm the next American Idol.

So I paused with fear, because (what if it was actually me calling from the future saying "don't answer the phone" but how would I know not to answer unless I actually answered?!!!) OH THE AGONY.......(small sigh for affect...) - So, I answered. This voice on the other end sounded squirrely and snippy......in other words, - Just like ME!

After I answer:

He says to me, he says "Someone from there just called me?"

Me (~thinking "funny, I'm the one that just answered the phone. Obviously you just called me, but whatever!")

I say "Well, did they leave a message?"

Fake David Smith - "No, it was probably about a charge"

...(I do charges....was this really future me?)

Anyway, I told him/me that I would take a message, ask around and see if I could figure out who it was, then have them call him/me back.

He gave me a number that I did NOT recognize so I knew it wasn't me and I did NOT relay the message.....thought it was the right thing to do!

It is NOT easy being me! Or calling me! Now...bring me a Dr. Pepper!

Later

Learning to Learn

It just occured to me.....you may not know. And, since this is a teaching blog, I feel as if it's my duty (giggle, "duty") - to tell you.




"Tell us what?" - you asked non-audibly.




Tell you what's right according to different life situations. (Right...according to my miniscule opionion never meant to take seriously, unless otherwise specified.)

Let's get started!




If you're a visitor to my work and you need me to fax something long distance, you need a clearance code. I will be more than happy to fax it for you. However, I don't want you knowing whay my code is. (Here's the teaching part) - after I take the paperwork from you and you follow me to the fax machine.....DON'T LOOK OVER MY SHOULDER. And don't stand directly beside me and say "Oh, is that the code?" - I've crippled people for less than that!! - So stand atleast 10 feet away with your eyes covered while reciting the pledge of allegiance KEEPING "One nation under GOD"!


Isn't learning fun!? :)

ALSO, if you work here (not as a full-time employee) and you are in between cases - don't talk so loud about your personal little life experiences. I get it, you like working out. Or, you know everything there is to know about everything! I am working and the noise of your voice makes me bleed internally! You are annoying, and you are an expert in every single scenario that gets thrown your way!

So please be quiet, and find something constructive to do.