Rules

Yesterday Ten and I recognized the need to write down our respective rules. Let there no longer be any confusion.

EFC's rules
Don’t call me dude.
Don't call me man.
Don’t whistle for me.
Don’t tickle me.
Don’t say “you’re weird” to me.
In the shower, always wash your hair before your body.
Always wear socks to bed.
Do not pluck out my hair, no matter the color.
Don't look up the answers to crossword puzzles until you've given up.
Designate and employ a sink sponge and a dish sponge.


Ten's rules
Dry your legs before exiting the shower.

And finally, the unveiling of my new motto:
Always put off 'til tomorrow what Ten can do today.

A Magic Trick

Watch as I learn a term's worth of dermatology in one weekend. It's going to be incredibullous.

To make things more complicated, Ten's coming down with Boo this weekend. Boo has a "hurt tail," according to Ten, so I'm supposed to "go easy" on the cat while she's here. I think that means I shouldn't try to teach her how to scoop her own litter box again, but I'm not sure.

(up)Dates from a Fig

My final year of classroom-based education is drawing to a close. Yesterday was my penultimate preceptor visit; Tuesday after next my preceptor is taking me out to dinner following our clinic hours. (Ten is terribly jealous.) Next week I'll pick up our final set of course packets (for renal phys and infectious disease). Scary stuff.

The Vermont legislature is currently deciding whether to allow gay marriage. Governor Douglas plans to veto the bill. Wrong side of history, Jim, wrong side of history.

The following sentence is true: later this week, Ten is having a lilac pruning get-together with her 60 something year old colleague from work and an 80 something year old acquaintance. Dearest Ten, appearances can be deceiving, but a peer would be relieving.

Speaking of Ten, tomorrow I'm taking a long weekend in Charlotte. My plans include 1) studying, 2) catching up on The Office, and 3) reading *Rush Limbaugh Is A Big Fat Idiot and Other Observations* by Al Franken. On Sunday, Snowy Bus and Clcookso are visiting. Snowy Bus is applying to medical schools and wants to see what DMS is all about. She'll even go to class with me on Monday. A sidekick!

This is so interesting!

Weather Or Not You Like It

Yesterday afternoon, Ten and I had the window open. Today? Four inches of snow before 8 am. Noooooo. Ten and Boo left this morning after a fun weekend, complete with a visit from our friend Allegory.

Skit night was a success. Naturally I spent the rest of the weekend catching up on all of the work I've missed in the last 2 weeks. (Just kidding.)

Next weekend Ten and I venture for CT/NY. We will stay with Ten's aunt and hopefully meet my brother for lunch in NYC. (Don't worry: I'm going to pick up some pepper spray and emergency whistles before our trip.) Ten has never met my sibling, so that will be exciting.

Anti-Species

Today the California Supreme Court began hearing testimony concerning the legality of Proposition 8.

From the NY Times:
At the courthouse, a group of 16 Mormons from Salt Lake City called "America Forever" were wearing T-shirts reading, “Homosexuals are anti-species” and “protect the children.”

I have to admit, "anti-species" is a new one on me. It's catchy though, I like it.

Ewww! Human Waste!

A few blog readers, including Rational Public Radio, have noted that I've been conspicuously silent lately. Please allow me to catch you up.

- My mom came up for a nice long visit with her friend Appalachia. We did various touristy things and they helped me hang a big, heavy mirror that has been lying on my living room floor since September. My mom was very polite about my obsessive cleaning, even looking the other way when I bought Windex for the newly hung mirror.
- The new car (still nameless) has new green Vermont plates. I was really hoping to get EFC on my license plate; instead I got EHW. Missed it by thaaaaatttt much. Any idea what EHW could stand for? Do I smell a Commentathon?
- On Ash Wednesday I made a Lenten promise to stop checking my e-mail during class.
- On Ash Thursday I broke my Lenten promise.
- I am helping to organize Second Year Skits (the show is this Friday), and it's becoming a full time job. A full time job for which I am both grossly underqualified and underpaid. And underpants.
- Ten and I had our 2-year anniversary on the 23rd. She gave me *The History of Insulin.* I gave her a little bird that I had fashioned out of snow.
- Fact: Gastroenterologists *love* themselves.