I hate packing SO much that I just sat and watched a whole hour of The Nanny...just because it was on, and if I got up to get the remote (or actually move all the way to the TV), I'd feel like I should get up and pack...THE NANNY! WITH FRAN DRESCHER!!! But at least Jon Stewart was in this episode.

Packing...

Remember how much I hate painting? Well, I think I hate packing even more. At least with painting you get something out of it - you get your walls painted. With packing, all you get is more work. Eventually you have to move everything and unpack! There should be a better way to move stuff...

It's Funny Because It's True...

I got one of those "You Know You're From Buffalo If..." e-mails the other day...it was the first time I actually thought it was funny. Probably because it was the first time I got one that (#1) I actually read it and (#2) I'm old enough to understand that not everywhere in the world is as "special" as Buffalo...

While living out of town, you've said to your friends....
"back home, you could get a case of Labatts for twelve bucks!"
"back home, you could get a 30 pack of Genny for nine bucks!"
"back home, this house would go for only 80K!"
"back home, you could get a large cheese and pepperoni pizza for seven bucks!"
"back home, the bars close at 4:00 AM!"
"you call this snow?"
"you call this cold?"
"you call this a supermarket?"
"you call these wings?"
"you call this pizza?"
"you call this beef on weck?"
You know that "uppers" and "lowers" aren't drugs.
You take real chicken wings, subs, beer, hot dogs, and pizza back with you after a visit home to Buffalo.
You don't let a blinding snowstorm stop you from driving 70 MPH down the Thruway during rush hour.
You believe snow on Halloween is good because its bound to warm up in November (Moms will say you need the first freeze for Indian Summer).
You hate Genesee Cream Ale, but crave it when you're in another state.
You don't put away the winter clothes, they stay in the front closet year round.
You've fallen asleep waiting for the light to change at the intersection of Niagara Falls Boulevard and Sheridan Drive.
You think the idea of "California pizza" is as sacriligious as cheering on the Miami Dolphins.
You watch the Bills on TV with the sound turned down, and the radio turned to the game.
You still can't say Interstate instead of Thruway when you relocate to another state.
You've been around Buffalo a long time if you've ever called... Bon-Ton - "AM&A's" Kaufmanns - "Hengerer's" or "Sibley's" Quality Markets - "Bells" Buffalo State College - "State Teacher's" Daemen College - "Rosary Hill College" TCI - "Courier Cable" Adelphia - "International Cable" Super Flea - "GEX" (or I.D.S.) Jubilee - "Super Duper "
Half of your friends moved to Charlotte, North Carolina ... and the other half went to Florida.
You use the word "the" before the numbers of expressways, like "The 90", "The 400" and so on.
You save Canadian coins to use at tollbooths and parking meters.
You've held a "wave-a-thon" at four way stop intersections ("No, you go...")
When someone speaks of "family restaurant," you think of names like "The Olympia," "The Hillview", and "Your Host." (not Denny's or Perkins)
You can tell what part of town someone is from because of their accent (especially dem der Chickatavagas town der, an' de Wesside).
You've ever feasted on these treats ... real chicken wings (not "Buffalo
wings") real beef on weck (and you call it "beef on wick") real pizza, with no crust, cut lengthwise into strips (ala "Bocce's"), charcoal broiled hot dogs (ala "Ted's"), Niagara Street clams, Anderson's custard, pierogis, Weber's mustard,St Joseph's day bread, Miller's Horseradish! and washed it down with .. Genessee Cream Ale, in a 16 ounce bottle ("'da pounder") loganberry, Vernor's OV, Labatt's Blue, Visniak or Black Rock pop
You slam on the brakes and slow to a crawl whenever you see the "Village of Kenmore" sign.
You watched Canadian television, just so you could see U.S. shows a day or two earlier than they would appear in the States.
You can make the coins land perfectly in the toll basket at 20 MPH or higher.
You think it's quite acceptable to take a day off work on ... Dyngus Day, St. Joseph's Day, St. Patrick's Day, St. Stanislaus Day, Ash Wednesday, the Monday after a Bills victory.
You use your garage as the living room during the summer, putting a big screen over where the overhead door would be.
You still go to all the neighborhood and ethnic festivals, even though they're really all the same.
You don't really think there's anything wrong with Pat Gambino Ford commercials.
You know the lyrics to .... "You Know We're Gonna' Win That Cup", The Bills "Shout" song, Any song by Rush, Kim Mitchell or Honeymoon Suite, "Talkin' Proud", The Crystal Beach "pay one price" jingle, The Tops "Tops never stops saving you more" jingle, The Sattlers "998 Broadway" jingle, even if you weren't alive when they were still open
You've nearly gotten into fights over topics like.... Malecki vs. Sahlen vs Wardynski vs. Shelly vs. Redlinski vs Zwiegels; Anchor Bar vs. Duff's; Bocce Club vs. Leonardi's; Tops vs.. Wegmans
You go to Niagara Falls for the outlet shopping and the Italian food, not the scenery.
You spend hours planning drives to avoid toll booths.
Your snowblower has more horsepower than your car ... and use it about as often.
You've ever sarcastically said "Fun? Wow!"
One of your friends claims to have known Ani DiFranco, a Goo Goo Doll or Baby Joe Mesi from high school.
You have more than one shovel in your garage.
Your car has more rust than exposed paint.
You stocked up on Malecki hot dogs after you heard the company was going out of business.
Your idea of a traffic jam is ten cars waiting to pass a tractor on the highway.
You know several people who have hit deer more than once.
You often switch from "Heat" to "A/C" in the same day.
You use a down comforter in the summer.
You see people wearing hunting clothes at social events.
You install security lights on your house and garage and leave both unlocked.
You carry jumper cables in your car and your girlfriend knows how to use them.
You design your kid's Halloween costume to fit over a snowsuit.
Driving is better in the winter because the potholes are filled with snow.
You think sexy lingerie is tube socks and flannel pajamas. (YOU MEAN It's
NOT?????)
You know all 4 seasons: almost winter, winter, still winter, construction.
It takes you 3 hours to go to the store for one item even when you're in a rush because you have to stop and talk to everyone in town.

HIPPA ruins all the good posts...

I wish I had something to write about...but I really don't. I'm really busy (well, busy for me - that means I can't sleep all day or lay on the couch and watch TV...I actually have stuff to do while the sun is up,) so you'd think I'd have at least one good story, but unfortunately all my good stories are covered by patient/doctor confidentiality. Normally I don't pay too much attention to that (I'm not a doctor or a patient, so I don't think I really need to), but I'd feel a little weird about posting the stories all over the internet...that might be breaking some rules I should pay attention to.

I was just doing laundry (at my parents house, since I don't have a washer at my apartment...) I put all my whites into the washer, poured the Tide and the fabric softener into the little dispensers, and then grabbed the bleach. My mom bought Clorox and on the outside of the jug it says, "No Splash Gel Bleach." So I took the top off and poured it into the dispenser cup. Well, I poured a bit too fast...it does splash, and it is not a gel. Just so you all know...Clorox lies. And my SMC sweatshirt has new bleachspots.

A Picture's Worth a Thousand Words...

Baby Julia went to her first Bills game last weekend...this was also her outfit yesterday at Ginny's house, where she was the only baby in a Bills jersey, even though there were about 800 baby boys there. She's too cute.

I'm Playing Doctor!

So, I quit my job at Olivers. I got a job at Delish. In the time between Olivers and Delish, I decided I'd work for my dad in his office. I don't like blood, so I was going to set up trays, clean off trays, make coffee, sit around...nothing big. But, I got over the blood, and I'm very very interested in oral surgery. It excites me in a way I can't explain. I love baking and making pastries, but I feel like this is the time in my life when I can make a drastic change if I want to and it won't really hurt anyone. So I quit my job at Delish (I don't know if that's the right word...can you quit before you actually start???) I'm working for my Dad learning how to assist and I'm going back to school next semester to take some science classes. My goal is to beat Louis and become an Oral Surgeon before him. I figure we're about even now...sure, I have a BA, but it's from Canada. He's not working and is already enrolled in classes...I'll keep you updated on the race.

work work work...

I'm about to be late for work...how is it that, although I've quit 3 jobs in the past 2 weeks, I have less time to sleep and I'm working more?

Blog Reading

Every time I pick up my computer (yes, I have a lap top...) I have a routine I go through. I sign onto AOL or AIM, then check my AOL mail. Then I check my hotmail. Then I check my favorite blogs:

Mikey
Scott
Lisa
Leah
and occationally
ba start and outgrabes

It makes me sad if no one has posted anything new, even if I was just there 10 minutes earlier and there had been something new. For that reason, this is my new post for them to read.

I didn't puke!

Today was my first day at Dad's office. I was a little nervous, due to the whole blood thing, but I was assured that I wouldn't even have to go into the rooms where there was blood if I didn't have to. I could just set up trays. So I set up the trays. Well, Lisa set up the trays, and I watched. And then they used the trays. And the trays came back and had to be cleaned off...because they were full of bloody tools and gauze and teeth. I did it. It wasn't so bad. So I went into the surgery room for the next surgery and stood in the corner. I heard all of the noises and saw all of the bloody gauze and teeth but stayed far far away. I was fine. I walked out at the end of the surgery and everything was OK. The next patient was just a simple tooth being pulled. The woman wasn't even being sedated. She just got novicane. Maybe that's why I almost passed out...before there was anything done. Yep. As soon as Lisa picked up the suction thingy, I felt my face get cold and hot at the same time, and I had to hold onto the counter for some support...as soon as I could walk I ran to the table in the back and Annemarie got me some OJ. I wish I could at least say it happened during something bloody and gross...but, nope...I was in the room long enough, but I honestly don't remember Dad getting any tools. I think I was concentrating on standing up....

How much I hate Olivers.

I gave Oliver's my two week notice. I was so excited. I'm so happy to be out of there. Unfortunately, I don't really have another job until the end of October...and I still have rent and other bills to pay. So, what's my solution, you ask? Well, to answer this question properly, I have to go back to my sophomore year in high school...

I'm sitting in Mrs. Warzel's biology class, listening to her talk about something extremely interesting, I'm sure. Then she says the word "movie" and I start paying attention. Maybe we're going to watch a Gumby movie (to understand my thought process there, you'd have to know Mrs. Warzel...she had a slight obsession with Gumby...). So, she puts this movie on and, alas, it's not about Gumby but about some extremely overweight man who smoked 3 packs a day and ate at McDonalds for each of his 8 meals. He had to have some operation that involved taking a vein from his leg and attaching it to his heart. GROSS. I made it to the part where they cut his leg open, then I jumped up, ran to the water fountain in the hall way, and puked all over the floor. Right in front of 3 junior boys, one of whom happened to be the older brother of my homecoming date (this event happened about the week before homecoming...) The boys, of course, looked at me and then walked away. No asking if I was ok or offers to get the nurse or a teacher or anything.

Fast forward a few months. I've gotten over the embarrassment of puking in front of the upperclassmen, but I still can't stand to even hear the word "vein." It makes me want to vomit. My family, of course, loves this and uses it whenever they can. So I'm in health class and we're talking about CPR. I get through the parts about breathing into someone else's mouth, I make it through the tournequit part...but then the teacher starts to talk about getting a nail in the bottom of your foot...I rush out of the room to the water fountain feeling like I might get sick, and instead pass out against the lockers.

So I learn to just zone out whenever teachers start talking about anything gross like blood or veins or internal organs or anything. At pastry school whenever anyone gets cut everyone looks at me to make sure I don't pass out or throw up...nevermind that else is missing a finger.

Now, after hearing all of this, you're probably thinking, "well, the perfect job for her would be something like a librarian." Well, no...paper cuts are too prevalent around all those books. Nanny? Nope...kids bleed all the time. What did I pick? I'm assisting in my dad's oral surgery office...yep. I'm going to stand next to him while he cuts people open and pulls out their teeth. That's how much I hate Olivers.