Excuses, excuses…

Hello world,

It’s me, Trisha.  The one who used to blog here daily and then it slowed down to a few times a week.  And, it seems that I haven’t posted a thing in something like 3 months.  That is a long time for me.

Confession…  In the time I haven’t been blogging, I also haven’t been reading many blogs, at least not ones that I regularly follow.  Heck, I haven’t even read many books that weren’t intended to teach me things about cancer or radiation.

I’m still alive.  Promise.

Are you ready for the giant list of excuses?  I have them.  And I think they are relatively legitimate.  But really, I know *most* people aren’t looking for excuses.  It’s not like this is my job or main life commitment. 

That being said, I really like blogging.  And really missed it (I know, then why did I stop doing it for so long?).  I have ton of things I would like to write about. 

My main excuse is the fact that I am very pregnant.  As in the Creature could make an appearance any day now.  And in the past few months, much of my energy has been put into growing this little creature or figuring out how to make our home/life hospitable.

Next up, I’m a resident.  Yes, I know lots of people are.  But, the combination of pregnant and resident is a whole lot to deal with.  Especially when you have issues with being a chronic overachiever who bites off more than they can chew, doesn’t want to say no to anything and has to do well on every single rotation.

Lastly, I have a life with other commitments.  I like my family and my friends and my church.  They all require time from me. 

So, by the time I got split into those three things, making sure I was clean, fed and got some semblence of sleep, there was little time left for blogging.  Sure, I had time I could have used for blogging or fun reading, but mostly, I wasted it mindlessly staring at the TV or What To Expect forums (more on those some other time).

Excuses, excuses. 

In summary (as if this is some sort of essay or proposal), I wish I wrote more, but I didn’t.  Now, I am going to try again.  Let’s see how this goes…


Feeling anti-writing (and proud of my cat grass)

This week (or two) has been an anti-writing week.

I just haven’t felt like writing.  Sometimes I have ideas, but I can’t bring myself (or find the time) to sit down and actually write.

I can’t say I’ve had a particularly bad week.  Or even a crazy busy week.

My days are full.  I am on Palliative Medicine, so I am in my happy place.  I’ve been keeping up with the gym and we spent the weekend at home visiting family.

All good things.  All tiring things.

My big physics exam is coming up.  I need to prep a manuscript for the university research day.  I need to prep a manuscript for publication.  I am presenting at a conference next week.

I guess things are kind of adding up.  And possibly, some of the feeling overwhelmed from that is keeping me from writing (or working on those things, for that matter).  Hopefully, it passes soon.  I kind of want my groove back.

On a brighter and unrelated note, the cat grass is growing… A lot.   And the cat doesn’t eat it.  He just sniffs it and bats it. Basically, we have a pot of freakishly tall lawn.  I think I might trade it in for coriander at some point soon…


Twisted MixTape – Lyrics: the meaningful, the deep and the funny

I was really excited about this week’s Twisted MixTape. The theme is “these lyrics are genius!”

My Skewed View

I adore music. I love how changes in tone and rhythm combine to produce emotion. I also love when lyrics fit with the tone and rhythm to make a perfect combination and convey a greater message. Lyrics are poetry. I usually say I don’t like poetry, but I do love music lyrics. It is like the tune make them come alive for me.

“Say Something” by A Great Big World.

This song falls into the category of speaking my innermost thoughts and feelings. I thought the song was beautiful, even though the lyrics aren’t exactly crazy complex.   It was super popular right around the time I lost Elim. I remember hearing on the radio the first day I thought there was something wrong and that my pregnancy probably wouldn’t persist and realizing that this was, in a sense exactly what I was thinking and feeling about loss and control and how I would have done just about anything to save that little ball of cells.

Say something, I’m giving up on you

I’ll be the one, if you want me to

Anywhere, I would’ve followed you

Say something, I’m giving up on you

And I am feeling so small

It was over my head

I know nothing at all

And I will stumble and fall

I’m still learning to love

Just starting to crawl

Say something, I’m giving up on you

I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you

Anywhere, I would’ve followed you

Say something, I’m giving up on you

And I will swallow my pride

You’re the one that I love

And I’m saying goodbye

Say something, I’m giving up on you

And I’m sorry that I couldn’t get to you

And anywhere, I would have followed you

Oh-oh-oh-oh say something, I’m giving up on you

Say something, I’m giving up on you

Say something

“What If Jesus Comes Back Like That” by Colin Raye.

This song has rocked my world since I was a kid. Whenever I hear it, it makes me think about my actions and inactions and how I really should respond. It always makes me go “hmmm” and reflect on a passage from Matthew 24:40-45, “The King will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did for one of the least of these brothers and sisters of mine, you did for me.’ Then he will say to those on his left, ‘Depart from me, you who are cursed, into the eternal fire prepared for the devil and his angels.  For I was hungry and you gave me nothing to eat, I was thirsty and you gave me nothing to drink, I was a stranger and you did not invite me in, I needed clothes and you did not clothe me, I was sick and in prison and you did not look after me.’ They also will answer, ‘Lord, when did we see you hungry or thirsty or a stranger or needing clothes or sick or in prison, and did not help you?’ He will reply, ‘Truly I tell you, whatever you did not do for one of the least of these, you did not do for me.’”

He came to town on an old freight train

He jumped off in the puring rain

Everybody says he’s insane

Just a low down account hobo

He made his bed beneath the county bridge

The town folks said that’s not his

They signed a petition they’re gonna get rid

Of that low down no count white trash

What if Jesus comes back like that

On an old freight train in a hobo hat

Will we let him in or turn our back

What if Jesus comes back like that

Hey what if Jesus comes back like that

Born with a habit of drug abuse

She couldn’t help what her mama used

It wasn’t like she got to choose

Now she’s layin’ there all alone

Got a monkey on her back

Nurses say they never saw a smile like that

Doctor says she might stand a chance

If somebody takes her home

What if Jesus comes back like that

Two months early and hooked on crack

Will we let him in or turn our back

What if Jesus comes back like that

Oh what if Jesus comes back like that

Nobody said life is fair

We’ve all got a cross to bear

When it gets a little hard to care

Just think of Jesus hanging there

He came to town on a cold dark night

A single star was his only light

The baby born that silent night

A manger for his bed

What if Jesus comes back like that

Where will he find out hearts are at

Will he let us in or turn his back

Hey what if Jesus comes back like that

Yeh what if Jesus comes back like that

Will he cry when he sees where our hearts are at

Will he let us in or turn his back

Hey what if Jesus comes back like that

Oh what if Jesus comes back like that

“In Your Eyes” by Ben Harper.

These are lyrics that make me go “whoah.” Every time I listen, I get something different out of them and I still don’t fully get what he means with each line. Nonetheless, I do like the sentiment and feel like they are poetic.

Love, I get so lost, sometimes

Days pass and this emptiness fills my heart

When I want to run away
I drive off in my car

But whichever way I choose
I come back to the place you are

And all my instincts, they return

And the grand facade, so soon will burn

Without a noise, without my pride
I reach out from the inside

In your eyes

The light, the heat

I am complete

I see the doorway
to a thousand churches

The resolution of all the fruitless searches

Oh, I see the light and the heat

es, I want to be that complete

I want to touch the light

The heat I see in your eyes

Love, I don’t like to see so much pain

So much wasted and each moment is slipping away

I get so tired, working so hard for our survival

I look to these times with you, to keep me awake and alive

And all my instincts, they return

And the grand facade, so soon will burn

Without a noise, without my pride

I reach out from the inside

In your eyes

The light and the heat

I am complete

I see the doorway to a thousand churches

And resolution of all my fruitless searches

Oh, I see the light and the heat

Yes, I want to be that complete

I want to touch the light,

The heat I see in your eyes

In your eyes

In your eyes

“Between the Cracks” by John Mark MacMillan.

All of his music seems to have fabulous lyrics. Stuff that has layers and meaning and all of that good stuff. This song is no exception. It looks at the harsh realities of our world and contrasts it with hope and really, Jesus brand hope. I love the closing lines most of all.

In the downtown ghetto streets that contour
The government housing intentions of my heart
No one notices the daisies don’t care
About gang related violence
As long as they get enough air and water and sun
They’re all just fine
Who would’ve thought it but life is finding a way
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
There’s a man down here somewhere between
The Saturday cartooons and the dirty magazines
He’s raising the dead in the graveyards
Where we’ve laid down our dreams
His name is Hope
Hope stands high on the 15th floor
On a Christmas tree perched about the ledge of a fortress
A steel that’s trying to hard to be somebody’s home
As it sees my attention from I-85 though the throws of the day
Were still writhing inside
I lifted my head as I drove home that night and knew
Everything was gonna be fine
Who would’ve thought it but life is finding a way
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
There’s a man down here not worried or afraid
That some politician forgot all the promises he made
And he’s raising the dead in the graveyards
Where we’ve laid down our dreams
His name is Hope
Can you hear him outside he’s been singing all night
He’s saying when you gonna come out from behind
These paper thin walls, your cardboard box realities
Who would’ve thought it but life is finding a way
Through this wasteland of cynics, concrete, and pain
There’s a man down here not worried or afraid
That some politician forgot all the promises he made
And he’s raising the dreams in the graveyards
Where we’ve laid down our dead
His name is Hope

“Skinny Genes” by Eliza Doolittle.  

Now on a much lighter note compared to the first four songs in the mix (go out on a high, I say), this is a song that always puts me in a good mood whenever I hear about it. It is basically kind of about make-up sex and is just the right level of crazy that you have to laugh just a little at the overarching message and subtext of the whistling.

I really don’t like your point of view

I know you’ll never change

Stinging me with your attitude

I’ve got the mind to walk away

I really don’t like your arrogance

Or your policies

You’re ninety-nine percent an embarrassment

Of just wrong qualities

I don’t mind it when you [whistles]

Brings out the best in me when you [whistles]

Show your expertise

When the night always ends with a fight I’m excited

When you wind up next to me

I like it when you [whistles]

Can I have some please of that [whistles]

Satisfy my needs

Sometimes I fake that I hate you and make up

And you wind up next to me

I really don’t like your skinny jeans

So take them off for me

Show me what you’ve got underneath

So we can do this properly

I really don’t like the way you smile

When you think you’re right

But I will forgive you, the yoke is in the middle

And I’m chewing through the wire


I dreamt that you were on a train

And you were leaving, you were leaving

You made me think of what I’d miss

Do you believe it, you believe it

I don’t mind it when you [whistles]

Brings out the best in me when you [whistles]

Show your expertise

When the night always ends with a fight I’m excited

When you wind up next to me

I like it when you [whistles]

Can I have some please of that

Take off your skinny jeans

Sometimes I fake that I hate you and make up

And you wind up next to me

I dreamed that you were on a train

And you were leaving, you were leaving

On Blogging As A Resident

I can’t believe that it is the first Monday of the month again.  This last month feels like a blur and that is despite the fact that I have been on two of my least favourite rotations of residency (but not my least favourite because gen surg and cardiology will always be worse).

Regardless, it is Medical Monday and thus time for a link-up with other medically minded blogs.  Click the link-image thing below to see more.

Today is one of those days that I really don’t feel like blogging.

Everyone has days like that I am sure, but it made me think about what I think about being someone who blogs about all things life and medical.

First of all, time is an issue.  I mean, I work generally anywhere from 8-12 hours daily plus call.  Then, we are supposed to study and, you know, have a life and do research and such.  So, blogging is a scheduled in wind down activity for me most days… Usually I do it while watching TV with the husband (while he micromanages his basketball pool or catches up on the last 24 hours in sports).

Then there is the whole what to write about or not write about.  I very intentionally choose to not write about something immediately after it happens so I can think of ways to appropriately change details and keep things confidential and appropriate.  Some days I just want to write about situation X, but I know if I don’t process things properly, I could potentially say something I shouldn’t and so those posts get held on to until things are okay.

On the same coin, I don’t directly disclose my full name, nor our exact location (although I am sure some people have figured it out.. And no, that was not a challenge) or the names of our friends or family.  I do know that it is possible to figure out, so I avoid certain topics like very specific hospital politics etcetera.

I have been trying to keep a balance of being up front about things but keeping things at a place where I wouldn’t want to die (and wouldn’t get fired) if someone I knew from work or my family or wherever read this (and people I know do read this).

I have been trying to keep writing original things and thoughts and reflections, but also trying to build community (and having great fun) doing blog hops and list making and such.  I find it tough to balance those with my other writing.  Maybe because in a way formatted prompts are easier, but take time too.

That being said, there are things I would like to write about.   I feel like it took some time before I was comfortable addressing certain topics before, like faith or interviews or family stuff… I would like to be more transparent about some issues and struggles and the worry is that I might offend someone or surprise someone close to me or that it will shock someone or cause some sort of trouble I don’t want.  I guess that is life writing something on the internet.  Those are things I need to sort through.

The goal is to keep writing because I enjoy it.  And it makes me process and learn and grow  And I feel like it is an interesting medium to get through to people and share with people on a bunch of levels.  I get to share my faith.  I get to share my work.  I get to help people and I get help from people.  It is a two way street and that is part of what makes it so cool.

The competitive streak in me wonders if I write about the wrong things… If my stuff isn’t interesting enough.  If I don’t get enough views or that I don’t write well enough to “go viral” so to speak.   But really, that isn’t what it is all about.  And I would probably panic if something I wrote was that popular.  True story.

Really, I write for writing’s sake.  And for the communication aspect.  I want people to know that residents are people too, that medicine isn’t all bad, that marriage is good, Jesus is awesome and everyone needs to read and listen to music more.

So, on that note…

Are there things that people would want to read about as people who read my blog?  Is there something you want to hear me rant on or reflect on or share? 

Top Ten Bookish (and Blog-ish) Goals for 2014

This week’s Top Ten Tuesday with the Broke and the Bookish is my top ten bookish or blog related  (I like to say blog-ish) resolutions. 

I, in case you didn’t know, am super anti-resolution because I don’t see why one needs to make all kinds of lofty plans just because it is a new calendar year.  That being said, I also don’t see anything wrong with some reasonable goal setting.  I did it last year and it did lead to some productivity (an a lot of unmet goals).  So, I will set some new goals and draw comparisons to my old ones from 2013 as well.

  1. I have already set up my Goodreads ticker to try to read 67 books this year.  That was also my goal last year and I didn’t make it.  I got to 47.  Given how ridiculous surviving the later half of PGY1 was and all of the other things like research and having a life and such are, I feel like that was okay.  That also means I will try again this year.
  2. Last year, I set a goal to read 5 relevant journal articles from my specialty per month.  This one was an epic fail.  I have a new goal to just plain read 5 journal articles per month, including ones for whatever project or rotation I am working on.  Still learning, but more feasible.
  3. Read all of the books I have yet to read on my own shelves (and on the Child’s shelves).  Sounds simple.  I did a decent job of catching up on my TBR list last year, but it just gets longer and longer.
  4. Read some “useful” non-fiction.  Realistically, I read a ton of non-fiction… All of those medical textbooks for work.  But, I want to read some other stuff.  With our Christmas Chapter’s money, Patrick and I bought a couple Christian living/marriage books.  I feel like they are a good place to start.  But also things like biographies, information about non-medical (or medical) history, discoveries or events.  Even practical things would be nice.
  5. Regular Bible reading.  I said I wanted to do that last year and it was a big struggle.  It is important, so I want to keep working at it.
  6. Read a variety of genres.  This seems easy because I like a variety of genres, however it is easy to get in a rut.  And, I was pleasantly surprised last year by a few books that I wouldn’t have naturally chosen, like Ender’s Game, 11/22/63 and Anna and the French Kiss.  I know I can probably be surprised again.
  7. Use my Kindle.  Patrick got me a Kindle for my birthday and although I have mixed feelings about the concept of an e-reader, I quite like it.  The problem is that I still tend to be drawn to paper books and keep buying them.  The e-reader is so convenient, I really need to embrace it more.  Particularly when it comes to travel and such.
  8. Keep blogging.  I was posting daily but have slowed down on that partly because I felt like I didn’t have much to say, partly because I had less time and partly because of other priorities.  I still love blogging, but it is a challenge to do sometimes.  I want to keep it up, maybe not as regularly, but with some consistency.
  9. Be a social blogger.  I am not really a social anything.  I used to read and follow a ton of blogs, but have cut back because I haven’t had time to seek out new things or read that much online.  I’d like to get back to doin that a bit more.
  10. Writing of the non-blog-related kind is important too… Not that I am writing a novel or anything, but I do want to submit my current research for publication at some point in the next year and maybe a case report or something.  That all requires writing time too.

What are your blog and bookish related goals for the year?

Top Ten New To Me Authors of 2013

It is starting to be the time of year where all of the 2013 look back stuff is happening.

Therefore, it seems fitting that this week’s top ten Tuesday list with the Broke and the Bookish is the top ten new to me authors of 2013. 

Honestly, I am currently still trying to swim upstream with things that need to get done in 2013.  But, maybe that is just me.

This list is my break from such things (research projecting, wassail making, cookie baking and life organizing).

  1. John Green.  Fact- I only discovered him this year.  This is kind of mind blowing given how much I blather on about how much I love his books and vlog and such.  Things have to start somewhere.
  2. Stephanie Perkins.  I read Anna and the French Kiss over the winter and I was surprised to have liked it so much.  I want to check out some of her other books (partly to make sure it wasn’t a fluke J).
  3. Iain Reid.  I read his book The Truth About Luck earlier this fall and it was adorable.  I love that he writes nonfiction that feels like fiction.  I feel like I learned a lot about him, his grandma and relationships.  Plus, bonus… He is Canadian and has other books out there in the world.
  4. Veronica Roth.  Yes, I finally read the Divergent series… Well, the first two books thus far.  And they were fabulous.  I like that the books take you to another place, but that they aren’t so far in left field that they aren’t readable.
  5. Matthew Inman.  I had never read an Oatmeal comic until this year.  Now, our favourite (and only) coffee table book is How To Tell If Your Cat Is Plotting to Kill You.  I am not sure if it really qualifies as a coffee table book, but we are just that kind of class.
  6. Stephen King.  Eep.  Crazy, I know.  I was surprised to actually love the one and only book I have read of his.  I am kind of chicken to try another… Mainly because I am a big chicken, but also because they are often classified as “scary” and I am not okay with that.
  7. Leo Tolstoy.  I have read his books before… Well, book… War and Peace and I gave up part way through.  It still reigns as one of the only books I couldn’t finish.  But, I am currently reading Anna Karenina and am loving it.
  8. Garth Stein.  After reading listening to The Art of Racing In The Rain, I am impressed with his writing skills and look forward to reading more.
  9. Mark Wallington.  Anyone who plays their ukulele at open mic nights around England is a superstar to me.  Especially if they write humorously about the antics.  I just learned he wrote other things too.  Exciting stuff.
  10. Orson Scott Card.  I was pleasantly surprised by Ender’s Game, given some of the press it has been getting.  I liked it and I liked that despite it being science fiction-eque, which often isn’t my cup of tea, I quite liked it (maybe because of the trendy dystopian flare).  I would consider reading more of his books.




Who are some of your favourite new to you authors?

On Two Years of Blog.

WordPress just informed me that today is my two year anniversary of starting my blog.

My second blogiversary, if you may.


When I started this thing it was more of a social experiment and a bucket list check off thing for me.  Then, a way of keeping in touch.  Now, it is all of those things, plus a way to get to know some super awesome people… And de-stress/procrastinate.

And my, how life has changed in those two years.  

No, I am not going to look back or make a list of things that happened.

I think I did that last year.  

I am busy, content, and all around kind of where I hoped I would be at this point with a few bumps in the road.  That is what really matters.

And all I will write about tonight.

I am happy, but wiped out from a weekend that was jam packed with visits from L&C, a uro-oncology conference, a work Christmas party, church and Catching Fire with the Child and her husband.  I need to catch up on work, sleep and time alone with the husband.  

Searching for something?

So, I took the plunge a few months ago and made my blog searchable.  For those of you who are paranoid users of the internet, you will understand how much angst this induced.

I mean, what if someone figures out who this strange person is?  Agh!  Frightening stuff.

So anyway, I have been deriving some amusement from some of the search terms that people have put in that have delivered unsuspecting folks to my blog.  I have also seen numerous other blogs do a feature post about the ridiculous and/or interesting search terms people use.  I decided that I might as well jump on the bandwagon and do the same.

The most popular terms are the obvious… trishadm.wordpress.com, trishadm, at least we made it this far wordpress, etcetera.  Good job remembering something about my blog to find me.  That means you may actually want to read something on here or mock it with more of your friends.  Either way, it makes me feel good inside (I can’t hear you mocking).

A few others of the very popular items were:

“Misheard music lyrics.”  I am glad I am not the only one who has this struggle and a strange fascination with them.

“The Fault In Our Stars Movie.”  I am excited for it too!  And much less nervous about it potentially being butchered once I saw on the Vlog Brothers channel that John Green is hanging out a lot on the set.  If anyone can stop a movie from sucking, it has to be the author of the book, n’est pas?

“Cyst under armpit” (and other permutations of the same concept).  Yum.  Someone has something nasty happening.  As much as my writing about armpit cysts is entertaining to some, I would suggest seeing a real doctor.

“Best beach reads ever.”  I am glad that you need to look into this.  Please read at the beach and stop making out.  We will all be smarter people if you do this.  Even better, try swimming too.  I hear that is what beaches are for (I mean, that and reading).

“Is surgery like Grey’s Anatomy.”  No.

“I hate (insert medical specialty here).”  We all hate some aspect of medicine.  Okay, not all of us.  Some people like everything.  I don’t.  Just suck it up and get through it.

Some of the strangest/funniest ones (at least to me):

“Cat house with air conditioning.”  My cat’s house is an air conditioner box.  Clearly some people have high expectations and a lot of money to spend on their feline friends.

“Doing internal medicine if you hate sick people.”  Generally not recommended.  Internal medicine is chock full of sick people.  In my opinion, that is part of what makes it awesome.  In fact, one may want to reconsider the whole medicine thing if they are not a fan of the sick person.

“Should residency scare me from medicine?”  Yes.

“Zombie nurse in scrubs.”  Well, that scares me a little.

“Shortness of breath,dizzy, sees stars figuratively, what signs are these.”  You, my friend need to see a real doctor or stop with the hypochondriasis.  Either way, not good.

“Trisha cyber gold digger.”  Gosh, they have figured me out.  That is clearly why I have spent a bagillion dollars in schooling and have yet to make a profit blogging.

“When a man goes out and cum bak late around 4am without any xplanation nd without the wife questioning him,wat does that mean.”  I am not sure what it means, but I do know you need to learn how to spell and possibly should look into marriage counseling.

“A fact of oncologist hating and disliking their jobs.”  I sure hope that isn’t a fact or I have a long 30+ years ahead of me.

“Is “crack it out” a saying?” Well, I use it as a saying.  Not sure that helps you much.

“Murder with exacto knife and travel around the country china.”  What?

“free video naked people at lunch”.  Ummm… I am not that kind of site.  But, if you want to see naked people at lunch, I recommend going to the gym.  I have seen my fair share of naked people there and I am not a fan.

“Easy Button bachelorette party.”  That is a hilarious gift idea.  I wish I had thought of that.  I gave an easy button to Patrick before we started dating.  Now, in retrospect, I find this concerning, not an adorable inside joke.  Oh internet, you ruined my innocence.

Poetic License

I didn’t know it, but apparently this month is national poetry writing month.

I am not a big poetry person.  I never have been.

I was really good at English.  And I loved it.  But I don’t like poetry.  Nonetheless, I aced almost every poetry commentary I wrote… I looked at them as a foreign species needing dissecting.  It worked for me.

I am aware that some poems are beautiful.  That they take you places.  I do not disagree.  There is some lovely poetry out there.  And I do enjoy the odd poem.  But, I can’t fathom sitting down to read it for hours.  I don’t seek it out.

I may love to write, but poetry writing… Not so much.  I am incapable of rhyming.  It is a serious problem.  And I know you don’t need to rhyme.  But, if I am not rhyming, I think I just prefer prose.

The funny thing is that I love music.  LOVE.  And the lyrics to songs are quintessentially poems.  I have no problem with them.  I also don’t write song lyrics.

Today’s prompt from the Daily Post suggests writing a poem to commemorate the festivities of the month.

I kind of did that this weekend.

Some women from our church got together for a poetry night.  My small group and Dr. Bond convinced me somewhat begrudgingly to go.  The food was good.  The company was lovely.  I thought the poetry was pretty.  But I get more kicks out of reading a book than just a few short verses.  I just can’t get in to reading it very much.  Or writing it.

I felt silly.  We snapped if we enjoyed it… Partly because we acknowledged it is a bit silly.  But partly because this is what people do at poetry readings.

I have listened to poetry before at coffee houses we hosted when I was involved with InterVarsity.  Some of them were fantastic.  Some were… Well… Interesting.  My friend V and I would sit there and shake whilst trying not to laugh out loud at some of the stuff that came out of people’s faces.

Yes, we are THOSE people.

I missed my friend V at this session.  Most of it was awesome.  But I felt like I was missing something everyone else got.

My poem selection was from Dr. Seuss (The Places You Will Go).  He is definitely one of my favourite poets.  Refer to the video below for a reading of one of my favourite works.

The best part of the night for me was when we composed our own poem (I am not sure what makes it a poem… One could also consider it very short prose… Just saying.) by going one word at a time around the room.  That was hilarious.

But yes, the prompt asks for a poem by me.  So, here it is… Rhyming and all.

I am not a big fan of poetry.
It doesn’t really speak to me.
I write a whole lot.
I don’t want to fit it in a slot
So, I guess I don’t need it to rhyme.  
It really just takes to much time (and is not my style).
If I want to feel, I just feel.
If you don’t like that, then just peel.
I am glad to be done school (er… sort of).
So I can stop feeling so much like a tool (part of the time).
Poem writing just takes me too much time.

Love Dare of the week

This week, I am savouring the wonderfulness that is vacation.

Since the summer, Patrick and I have been doing the Love Dare devotional series (PS… I recommend it, especially if you are looking for Biblical teaching and marriage building combined).  This week’s (week is a loose term in which seven sequential days of devotion doing occur, this may be a week or two depending on my call schedule) dare (in paraphrase) is  to give up something that you do that takes away from time with your spouse and choose to do something with your spouse instead.

I blog almost every day and most of this time, I blog just after or before supper, which means it takes up a chunk of our very short evening time together.  Patrick appreciates that I enjoy writing and that it is an outlet for me.  But, I know this also makes us miss out on time together.

So, this week, my piece of the dare is going to be to not blog on our evenings at home together.  And, really, to not do it during any of our “together” time, but only when I have time alone, like early in the morning or while he is at work.  Although it is something that he is very cool with, I think it would also be nice to maintain some “together time,” especially while I have extra time this week.

I have already told him this.  And we know it isn’t a permanent change because, well unless I start waking up even earlier or quit blogging, I will write again in his presence.  But, I thought it would be a good vacation-y thing to do.  And he is a fan.

Thus, I am writing this while Jeter and I hide from Patrick and the vacuum cleaner.

Annnnd… Back to my staycation!