mother's day, etcetera Yesterday I went to see "Spiderman" again. Not because it was so good that I couldn't stay away, but because I had to take my 14 year-old sister, who got all upset and pissy that I didn't take her with me to see it the first time. It was actually equally entertaining the second time around, and since I already knew what was going to happen, I was free to focus my attention on little things like Kirsten Dunst's growing-out-blonde roots and the tiny U-shaped scar on Tobey Maguire's right cheek. We even got treats at the movie theater-- she bought sour gummy worms ("Sqworms") and I got Peanut M&Ms. No new colors in there yet. Today is the last day of my vacation week. Usually by the end of a week off from school, I'm pretty bored and ready to get back to my usual schedule, but this time, I really wouldn't mind having another week of vacation. Probably because all I have to look forward to now is a week of Anesthesiology (which, for a one week rotation, certainly takes itself very seriously, with a daily lecture series, patient write-up, and a written and oral exam), followed by what may well be the most miserable five weeks of my life on Surgery, about which I've probably said too much already. Today is Mother's Day. Call your mom. After the movie, I went with my sister to a card shop, where we found a joke card with a cartoon of Martha Stewart on it. Then I suggested that we go next door to Banana Republic to find a gift. ("You mean, in addition to the card?" my sister snotted. Kids these days, I swear.) We finally settled on a straw sun hat with a wide floppy brim and a thin leather strap around the, uh, head part. (I'm not good at talking about hats.) My mom called yesterday to say thanks for the card, but did they have any bigger sized hats, because the one we got her is too small. I told her if the hat didn't fit, or she wanted something else, I put the receipt in the gift bag, and she could go return or exchange it. "Yeah, I saw the receipt already" my mom said, already thinking about what she was going to buy with her $35 store credit. It's hard to get gifts for my mom. Flowers are usually a safe bet, but my dad already beat me to it yesterday. I can see why so many people give money for gifts, even though that kind of thing doesn't really work that well for Mother's Day. I need to wash my sheets and my white coats today, but some booger-eater has been hogging the laundry machines since the wee hours of the morning. I have no choice but to keep poking my head out into the hallway to monitor the sounds of machine- washing, stalker style, waiting for that supreme moment of silence when I will pounce, detergent and bleach in hand. xo Michelle |
Sunday . May 12 . 2002 . 10:01am |
mother's day, etcetera Yesterday I went to see "Spiderman" again. Not because it was so good that I couldn't stay away, but because I had to take my 14 year-old sister, who got all upset and pissy that I didn't take her with me to see it the first time. It was actually equally entertaining the second time around, and since I already knew what was going to happen, I was free to focus my attention on little things like Kirsten Dunst's growing-out-blonde roots and the tiny U-shaped scar on Tobey Maguire's right cheek. We even got treats at the movie theater-- she bought sour gummy worms ("Sqworms") and I got Peanut M&Ms. No new colors in there yet. Today is the last day of my vacation week. Usually by the end of a week off from school, I'm pretty bored and ready to get back to my usual schedule, but this time, I really wouldn't mind having another week of vacation. Probably because all I have to look forward to now is a week of Anesthesiology (which, for a one week rotation, certainly takes itself very seriously, with a daily lecture series, patient write-up, and a written and oral exam), followed by what may well be the most miserable five weeks of my life on Surgery, about which I've probably said too much already. Today is Mother's Day. Call your mom. After the movie, I went with my sister to a card shop, where we found a joke card with a cartoon of Martha Stewart on it. Then I suggested that we go next door to Banana Republic to find a gift. ("You mean, in addition to the card?" my sister snotted. Kids these days, I swear.) We finally settled on a straw sun hat with a wide floppy brim and a thin leather strap around the, uh, head part. (I'm not good at talking about hats.) My mom called yesterday to say thanks for the card, but did they have any bigger sized hats, because the one we got her is too small. I told her if the hat didn't fit, or she wanted something else, I put the receipt in the gift bag, and she could go return or exchange it. "Yeah, I saw the receipt already" my mom said, already thinking about what she was going to buy with her $35 store credit. It's hard to get gifts for my mom. Flowers are usually a safe bet, but my dad already beat me to it yesterday. I can see why so many people give money for gifts, even though that kind of thing doesn't really work that well for Mother's Day. I need to wash my sheets and my white coats today, but some booger-eater has been hogging the laundry machines since the wee hours of the morning. I have no choice but to keep poking my head out into the hallway to monitor the sounds of machine- washing, stalker style, waiting for that supreme moment of silence when I will pounce, detergent and bleach in hand. xo Michelle |
