tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-41016662091312245152011-08-01T14:39:12.510-04:00Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11979476721466238142noreply@blogger.comBlogger211100tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101666209131224515.post-15036089516274892542011-06-29T17:41:00.002-04:002011-06-29T17:41:54.539-04:00

You've got me feeling like a child now." That's right, Mom, I am talking to you. My mom has been chastising me about not knowing what's going on in my life because I haven't posted anything to my blog in, well, about a year. It's not my fault she's the only person in the universe that doesn't pay attention to facebook. If she had been paying attention there, she might have seen posts like this:

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I haven't blogged for the entire summer. I guess I took a blogging summer vacation. It wasn't intentional, and there were many times I thought that I should update my blog. Every time I thought about starting, the prospect of it seemed overwhelming. There has just been so much going on in the last three months! Therefore and hence, I procrastinated doing this and updating this blog at all.

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I just got home from dropping Chad off at the airport. This will be his last visit home until he is here for good in three weeks. We spent the day going through Ryan's things. We are having to move into a rather small apartment for a while, and don't have room for a lot of extras. Ryan was rather emotional about it all. He didn't want to get rid of a good number of things that I don't really

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More on all the craziness going on in our lives later.  For now, I just want to show you all how Ryan did in his piano concert tonight.

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Last week I was confident about going back to school to become a PA.  Now, I am waffling again.  Chad is talking about opening his own medical practice and having me help him run it.  I stay at home with the kids now, and I am constantly busy as it is.  Can I really add going back to school and pursuing a demanding career on top of that?  Why do I want to?  Do I want to?  Is it some societal or

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Let's start with Ryan.  Ryan is doing well.  He just switched out of P.E. and into reading, which he tested out of in the beginning of the year.  P.E. was not going well for him with a bunch of bullies and thugs and an uncaring, unobservant coach/teacher.  I am glad to have him out of that environment.  They cap the number of electives a kid can take at three, and since Ryan was already taking

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It is over!!!! It is finally over!!! Holy shit and hallelujah!! There have been a lot of times, including yesterday, over the past one and a half years that I didn't think we would ever make it to this day. I have been building it up and waiting for this day for so long, and I feel... I don't know. How's that? I don't know. I feel still scared. I feel anxious. I feel overwhelmed. I

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Chad finishes residency in five days.  Five days that cannot go quickly enough.  The flip side of that is what to do on day six. In six days, Chad will become a highly educated, highly indebted, unemployed surgeon.  In Florida, it takes months to get your medical license with many hoops to jump through and a lot of expense.  The expenses never end.  Today we need to renew Chad's DEA number, a

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Yesterday was Match Day.  Medical students around the country gathered in auditoriums, gyms, cafeterias, halls, and other assorted rooms.  They gathered with their families and fellow students, or they tried to remain anonymous.  It depends on what kind of news they were expecting. They were given an envelope.  How very odd it is.  In this envelope there is the name of a program somewhere in the

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11979476721466238142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101666209131224515.post-37273483656069619712010-03-13T20:01:00.000-05:002010-03-13T20:01:41.824-05:00

Well, I made my first topsy turvy cake.  What do you think?  I think it turned out pretty well.   I am pretty happy with how it turned out, even if it isn't as pretty as the professional cake I was using for inspiration.  I think I like making cakes, but I always get so stressed out at the end of the process.  Crunch time hits, and I realize I don't have enough time to finish before the guest

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11979476721466238142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101666209131224515.post-92140212620731316752010-03-09T06:37:00.003-05:002010-03-10T17:11:24.028-05:00

Isn't she lovely?  Six years ago today, my baby girl was born.  It wasn't easy getting her her.  Pregnancy, for me, wasn't exactly a glowing experience, but it was all worth it. In just a minute, I am going to walk into her bedroom to wake her up for school today.  She will, without fail, moan and complain about having to get up.  Just like her daddy!  Then, she'll smile, and the

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11979476721466238142noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101666209131224515.post-65534994500048189672010-02-26T21:20:00.002-05:002010-03-02T03:54:17.747-05:00

Chad is on his way to visit for the weekend.  He is driving because the plane tickets would have been too expensive and they just didn't seem to have flights at good times.  It is a long drive, but I know that the kids and I really appreciate it.  I am sure there won't be enough time to do all the things we want to do, but any slice of time we can get is like sugar: I can't ever get enough, and

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Doesn't that look yummy?  Well, it was.  Butternut Squash Soup with Brown Butter, Sage, and Nutmeg Creme Fraiche.  My best friend from junior high, high school, and college, Sheri, is here in town to visit me, and this is what we made for dinner last night.  I know you are jealous.  I would be. We had planned on going to the beach and had all sorts of other plans too, but Alexia threw up in her

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11979476721466238142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101666209131224515.post-66219427971153116192010-02-20T08:11:00.001-05:002010-03-02T03:52:59.372-05:00

The end of residency is barely more than a month away.  The end can't get here soon enough.  Residency has been very difficult to put it mildly.  The toll that it can take on a family is tremendous, and it is hard to put into words the constant struggles and sacrifices that residency brings with it.  There are the burdens of constant loneliness caused by an absent spouse and parent and by the

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I am a foodie.  Yes, it is true.  I prefer to shop for heirloom tomatoes, finishing sauces, spices, silicone utensils, knives, and about anything else you can find at the grocery store, the gourmet stores, etc.  I would rather shop for something I could put in my kitchen than something I can put in my closet any day of the week.  Why buy uncomfortable shoes or expensive handbags, jeans I have to

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11979476721466238142noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101666209131224515.post-15340687505515271122010-02-11T10:11:00.001-05:002010-03-02T03:51:41.525-05:00

It's my blog, and I'll brag if I want to.  It just isn't politically correct to shout out your child's accomplishments everywhere you go, but that's what I want to do.  I am so proud of my daughter this morning.  Alexia Anne, super genius. I had a meeting this morning where we went over the results of Alexia's gifted screening.  They don't test very many Kindergartners, but they decided to test

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It turns out, I do have a UTI.  I guess I am relieved by that because now I can treat it and get better and stop peeing my pants.  Just one little snag, my infection is MRSA (methicillin resistant staphylococcus aureus or The Big Bad Bug).  I blame Chad.  I know he must have brought it home with him on his last visit and gave me a super bug.  Rude. Did you know that being married to a doctor is

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Baseball and softball seasons have begun.  Thus, my life has been transformed into chauffeuring the kids to practices and games anywhere from 3-5 days a week.  You know what this will do to a girl's diet?  Can anyone say "Yo quiero Taco Bell." ?  I really need to get some slow cooker recipes going strong. Today, for example, there was baseball clinic at 10:30 - 12:30.  Then there was baseball

Heidihttp://www.blogger.com/profile/11979476721466238142noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4101666209131224515.post-37382570589247138402010-02-02T21:37:00.003-05:002010-03-02T03:48:17.969-05:00

Scale By Shel SilversteinIf I could only see the scale, I'm sure that it would state That I've lost ounces...maybe pounds Or even tons of weight. "You'd better eat some pancakes -- You're skinny as a rail." I'm sure that's what the scale would say... If I could see the scale. This is a great poem.  Why?  Because it rings so true for so many.  Sad to say, I am one of the many.  Okay, so I can,

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I am a single mom.  Okay, yes, technically, I am married.  Technically, I have the piece of paper and the ring and even the photos as proof that I do, in fact, have a husband.  I haven't invented him, though, sometimes he does seem to be more of a figment of my imagination than a tangible reality. It is the nature of being married to a surgeon, and especially (I hope) a surgeon in training.  My

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I am not exactly new to blogging; however, I don't pretend to be any good at it. I especially have problems with posting with any regularity. Perhaps I need some sort of writing fiber - a fruit and bran plan, except with words. Comments on my blog are welcome as long as they are nice. I don't appreciate rudeness of any sort. I am a sensitive gal, and I take things to heart. If you can't say

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