Today I am a highly-trained chimp. Open file, remove staples, sort. Open file, remove staples, sort. Mindless, brain-numbing, suck-the-soul-right-out-of you type of work *crosses eyes*

Ultra-sporadic blogging lately. I blame it on my boss. Fear of her randomly walking in on me blogging away has kept me far, far away from cyberspace. My job this summer is in Peds Neurology, mainly working with Shaken Baby Syndrome and concussions. And while I won't deny that it's really interesting, most days it's usually quite depressing. The last two weeks have forced me to re-consider not only how I feel about working with sick children, but my ability to raise my own (future) kids. Not Joe...he's not mine...

I'm blogging from Edmonton right now - a 3 hr. drive each way all to attend half a day of conference! At least it's cheap =) I never realized how little "alone" time I've had lately, but I find I'm enjoying this little respite from human interaction =)

Surprise surprise. I am "organized, group oriented, focused, leader, emotionally stable, attention seeking, planner, realistic, fearless, responsible, finisher, decisive, norm following, punctual, hard working, self confident, follows the rules, clean, outgoing, social, content, does not like being alone, normal, regular, does not like weird or strange people / things - intolerant of differences, strict, disciplined, aggressive, assertive, content, happy, proper, formal". In other words - square.

Time to break out the Oil of Olay...

This weekend my godsister, Roz, came up to Calgary for a volleyball tournament. And seeing as I adore Roz and Kev is into volleyball, we decided to check it out this afternoon. After being thoroughly impressed with Roz's skillz, we took a walk around and watched some of the other teams. We were sitting in the bleachers watching a boys' 16 and under game, and during one of the breaks in play, started chatting with the guy beside us. So trying to be polite and all, Kev asks him "so is your son on the team?" "Oh yeah, he's number 4. What about you? Are you Joe's parents?"

AM I JOE'S PARENT??? WTF... For us to have been Joe's parents, we would have to have conceived him at the ripe old age of 5. OMG...

This year, my good friend Sharon had to sit beside me anywhere from 4-8 hours every day. She knows how I like my coffee, funny noises I make when I'm bored, my daily rantings about my now (thank goodness) ex-roommate. Today I walk into my new supervisor's office for a little orientation session. She happens to share it with another doctor who, she informed me, also has a summer student and maybe the two of us could take lunch together. After some chitchat and some forms, I come home and check my email and who should it be but Sharon! She was sitting 5 ft. away from us the entire time, listened to our entire conversation and wanted to tell me that we would now be sitting beside each other 8 hrs per day, for the entire summer.

Love is in the air! In the last 3 days, two of the couples I know have gotten engaged! And it's only the beginning of May! Sigh...now begins 10ish years of showers, engagement parties, weddings, bridesmaid dresses, presents and excessive amounts of hairspray =)

Congratulations Tru!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

I'm determined to out-do everyone else in the exclamation mark department to show the entire world how ridiculously proud I am of you! You are amazing, stupendous, glorious, phat, scholarly, magnificent, awe-inspiring, remarkable, wonderful, astounding, extraordrinary, impressive, marvelous, astonishing and stupefying! I wish they made emoticons that could encapsulate all of that! Eek! So happy for you!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

Home =) Home, home, home, home, home =)

Home for almost 24 hours already and it's been awesome. No more strange roommate whose singing I can hear through the ducts at 1 in the morning (Candice will tell you all about it), no more cooking, no more class =) Aah...only sushi and climbing and walks and friends and good weather and... my own room... without having to go into the walk-in closet to get some privacy =)

Coming up, I have a whole week full of nothing =) Just taking some time off, rearranging my room (which hasn't changed at all since the 10th grade), and playing chauffer to my Grandma (and hopefully getting some dimsum in return =)

Yays!!!

I hate being taken advantage of. I hate knowing that you're being taken advantage of and feeling forced to keep quiet and just suck it up. I hate it when you let it get to the point where you have to be blunt and mean and rude just to get some control over the situation.