Lovely Weekend

Despite my terrifying expression we did have a lovely time when Ben's mom popped in for a few days. I had the weekend off so we celebrated by heading west to the mountains and Biltmore. The leaves were really showing off and continue to. We were also able to visit the famous furniture market in High Point, care of the decorator and ended up purchasing an adirondack chair for a steal. We're coming to Little Rock the first week of December! I hope some of ya'll are around!

The Princess Sings Queen

This morning I was up before the sun to recommence work on a paper for my Irish lit. class, but not before Dr. BLU had already rushed forth to deal smiling healing on Winston Salem's underinsured. I hope she has a good day; it's her last of being the age she was when I married her.
Yup. Birthday tomorrow (Oct. 24th). I'd tell you how old she is, but although she isn't shy about the matter of her age, neither is she shy about informing me about when I've overstepped my informative bounds, so instead I'll take use this little study break to begin showing you in pictures (3 million pixels being worth a thousand words) some portion of our very nice weekend which we shared with Brandy's dear sweet mum-in-law, who flew up from Little Rock last Wed.



Brandy belts out her absolutely ripping rendition of Queen's "Somebody to Love Me," while Mom looks on in wonder and envy.

All for now. More to come!

Old Couch, New Occupants

So since last I've posted, I've finished my tour of duty in the ED, at least for now and have re-joined the hospitalist world, much more my style. In the middle of it all, Ben and I threw an engagement party for our friends across the street, Jess and Josh. They're a wonderful couple and have wonderfully hilarious antics. We brought hay bales to the backyard with pumpkins and mums and twinkle lights and Louie Armstrong and all was wonderful. We toasted the bride-and-groom-to-be and made them play silly pre-newlywed games. The above are pictures of the couple, the spread, and new faces on our old couch. How strange it is to think of all the different people from different beliefs and backgrounds and conversations that have taken place on that couch.

Ooohoo oohoo Waaoughooahaaaw yeh I'm Still Alive!

I challenge anyone out there to do a better job transcribing that Pearl Jam chorus!
Or whatever you want to do, just so long as you comment to show your faith in our ability to--not unlike Pearl Jam--come back after a bit of an absence.

Would that I had an excuse ready at hand like the Fanks--but alas, the ol' Presario's kept right on computin'. Of course, I DID have my laptop stolen, along with some other sundries, but it's since been replaced (despite the use of passive voice, the computer did NOT replace itself, and most certainly did not replace itself for free!). Would you like to hear more on life here in da hood that is the quiet, white-faced, picket-fenced and apparently drug-addled community that is Winston Salem? Or life in grad school? Or life with The Doctor, who will be rising and stumbling forth to work healing and general niceness on an ill-deserving public in about . . . three hours. Four in the a.m.

Reader's choice--what would you like to know?