I have a crazyred tongue

When I'm on call,
I get an icee.
That's the only time.
They have an icee machine in the cafeteria, but I restrict my icee intake to duty shifts so I have a reason to look forward to being on call.
I prefer cherry icees.
In fact, I only get them if they are cherry.
Thus, red tongue.

I wonder if parents I see tonight will wonder why they have a younger, cuter, less make-up-ed Gene Simmons for a chaplain.

The hotel was much posher than we expected

I ended up having a three and a half day weekend, so Dana and I went to Savannah!

scenes from Tybee



down by the riverside, down by the riverside


joined by a Shanfro!

oh, so very Methodist

Dana enjoyed the trip thisssssssssssssss much!

Beach

I want to see ocean and sand.

Soon.
Like tomorrow.

So Dana and I may go.

Overheard

"When they found him, he was all wet. And when they got him home and gave him a bath, they opened his backpack. What do you suppose was in there? A live penguin. The kid had jumped in that tank and took it with him."

A fun story, because I'm pretty sure it'll be a long night

I visited a kid today, and when I was leaving his mom said, "Say goodbye to Miss Beth." So, he said, "Goodbye, Miss Beth." And I said, "Goodbye Mr. Brian." He scrunched up his face, laughed and laughed and laughed really hard, and said, "Mr. Brian... you're crazy."

"Strange how hard it rains now..."

It's been a weird 24 hours.

I'm spending the afternoon in the Emergency department,
and I'm on call tonight.

It's pouring.

It seems like a very long time until I get to go home tomorrow noon.

Weekend Movies

Last weekend, I read like a fiend, finishing one book, reading all of another and half of a third. This weekend, I watched some movies. (I did a little reading, too. I'm laughing my way through Sarah Vowell's Take the Cannolli.)

So, I can check these movies off the to-watch list:
Music and Lyrics
The Break-up

La Dolce Vita

My Current Soundtrack

These songs are in my head right now:

Never Knowing (Jack Johnson)
Bottom of the Barrel (Amos Lee)

Smudge toe

Sara and I got pedicures today.
I promptly smudged my big toe
carrying her rocking chair.
And that's funny because
I made Matt and Craig come help
my brother move a couch
so my toes would be safe.

Our internet is acting screwy.
The cable guy came out on Wednesday
and the problem then was that we had
accidentally hit the "standby" button,
which we did not know existed.
At this point, the problem is that the internet
does not appear to be there.
So that's exciting.

This is a really boring blog.
I should do something spicy to make it better.
Jalapeño!

sniffle, sniffle

I'm sick.
It's "just a summer cold,"
says the nurse at employee health.

Here's a tip:
if you're ever cooking
and you think
"yeah, this could use some more barley,"
think again.