Going to a company Christmas party?

Why yes I am . . . 
Planning to pick up a hot manager? No, but I don't blame you if you thought that. 

Lucille!

I haven't had a lot of successful romantic relationships in my life. That's unfortunate for a couple of reasons. Most pertinently, I really want children. 
My sister's solution to this has always been to buy me something living. One time after a break-up/rejection she said to me "since you won't be having any exotic children, here are some exotic flowers!" 
She's also presented me with many plants to mother so as to curb my maternal itch. 


Two years ago, I found a different solution. My roommates and I got a cat. I babied this cat like nothing else. She died last January - I didn't consider this a good omen for my romantic relationship reality. I didn't have plans to get another cat when I moved to St. John's but Lucille was just waiting for me to rescue him, so I didn't really have a choice. The reality of this cat being a boy makes him harder to love than Duckie was but I really do think he's one of the better things to happen to me while in Newfoundland. It is Newfoundland after all. And besides, when he's sleepy he has to snuggle or he can't sleep. And that's just irresistable. 


I made this video of my cat being silly. It's long I know but it's also very funny. Really maybe only if you like cats. Maybe not at all if you don't. You know what, if you don't like cats, just don't watch it. It might make you stop following me. 
So anyway. Here he is in all his glory . . . and stupidity. 


Lucille! 

Surgery.

Today in my teenage angst, my dad went in for surgery. 


Now is the time to share with you, once again, that I watch a lot of TV. In my life, I've watched a lot of doctor/hospital shows. It started with ER - a classic and favorite until Carter and Lucy were stabbed and I was sent into a fear spiral for a full year. Then a few later I started in on House. What a captivating cast and dysfunctional place of employment. But that show follows a very clear formula that I got tired of. In the midst of House, I started watching Grey's Anatomy. This continues to be my favorite and something I never tire of. The characters are interesting and well developed - as are their relationships with each other. The story line is solid and always leaves you wanting more. It's also very light - in comparison to ER which was very dark and dank and continually depressing. Though it takes place in Seattle - one of the rainiest cities in America - the producers have created the set to have a lot of windows and the patient rooms to be well lit. I've seen almost every episode of Grey's at least twice. 


Beyond its intelligence in creative story-telling, it has also informed me very broadly in the area of surgery. I know things about cardio-thoracic surgery, orthopedic surgery, neurosurgery, plastic surgery, general surgery, emergent surgery and others. Because of this knowledge, seemingly every time I enter a hospital, I expect something like what happens on a Grey's episode to occur. 


Today in my teenage angst, as I wait for news of my father's surgery, I'm assuring myself that this is a simple general surgery that Miranda Bailey performs probably over ten times a day. The other reality is, however, that I have seen a lot of simple surgery's go terribly wrong. 


And so my angst cannot be stilled. I can, however, be assured that no intern is performing this surgery, nor have I been informed that any interns will be present in the operating room. So I can rest assured that the attending's know what they're doing because they wear the navy scrubs and have been through absolutely everything. 


Here's a pic from after the surgery. He wrote me a note. Cute. 

SNOW DAY!

Decisions of youth.

Today in my teenage angst I rebelled against outerwear. In other words, I didn't wear a coat to school. It was a poor decision. 


In the later years of my first undergrad degree, I looked down upon freshmen who didn't wear coats in the dead of winter as they were likely using it to show their daring independence. Today, as I left my classes for the day and was met by driving rain/nearing hail, I became one those people regarded by onlookers as ridiculous and sad. 


This wasn't my aim. I swear to you. 

Gryffindor colors and a scar on my forehead.

I think I'm ready for my release party. Just kidding, I'm not having a party. Well I am but it's a personal thing.
One might call it a party for one. 
I re-watched Harry Potter and the Half Blood Prince last night and have a hard time dealing with how brilliant the world is that J.K. Rowling has created. Furthermore, she captures her readers on a deep enough level that by the end of the series, they understand that world as though it was their own. What a feat. I'm jealous of her creativity and literary genius. 
I'm choosing to engage, however, rather than resent her for it. 


I hope you get to see the movie sometime this weekend! 
P.S. If you're not an HP fan, get on board now. I command you. 

Day Thirty - Who are you?

What a let down. The last day of my blog project and this is the question? No one has time to try and figure out the answer to this question or even AN answer to this question. So I'm not going to. 


Instead I direct you to this video. If you're not a cat person, you probably won't think its funny but I almost peed. So here you go. This is the last post of my project and will be returning to Today in my teenage angst oriented posts as quickly as possible.