My Caramel Surprise

I saw this and thought it was hilarious!

We have been married now for 3.5 months!  Yea!!  People say you feel different after you get married, and that things will change.  But RMK and I haven’t felt much different, at all.  The biggest change has been residency, but other than that, we don’t do things that much different.  I think it comes with us living together for almost a year before marriage.  We were committed from the beginning, and I love him as much before marriage as I do now.  Saying the word husband is very different, but it’s just a title.  He usually just responds to babe

Anyways, I think we have had our first progression  (or regression) in our relationship.

Me: (Doing the laundry) Omg.  Gross.  (Calling RMK)
Me:  I would like to tell you I found poop in your underwear.  We are not there in our marriage yet.
RMK:  POOP!  You lie.  I didn’t poop in my pants.  I would know.
Me:  Sometimes I wonder (see here).  Well there is a line, a crease of brown.
RMK:  Ohhhh you mean a caramel surprise!
Me:  This is sick.
RMK:  You mean a yellow dirt road.  A crap shot.
Me:  Naming it other things does NOT make this better!
RMK:  Well that’s nothing.  I thought you meant like real poop.

Ugh.

Moshi All Grown Up

Sleepy Moshi!

After coming home after a long shift and your legs are so tired, and you’re so hungry of which you realized you haven’t peed all day…she only makes you smile.  I see she has put a hard day in too.  As in chewing my beautiful wedding shoes.  Dropping her bone bits on our new rug.  And chewing up the foam of her bed.

And how about my poor hubby...poor guy. This was 2 minutes after changing out of scrubs and sitting down.

 

Nudie Beaches

Ever heard of the World Ticket?  No?  Imagine, 45 days, traveling the world in one direction, the perfect, glorious end to medical school.  Ecuador, Rome, Greece, Turkey, India, Thailand, Vietnam, China, Hawaii, and then home…doable?  Quite certainly.

Heavenly

And on this discussion of trip planning, the word Greece came up followed by nude beaches.  This is what you get when you live with a bunch of guys.

V2G: one time, in high school, awesome girls, awesome racks, nude beaches. Life over.
RMK: What?  Did you go into the water, waist deep?
Chow Chow: Ewww, gross.
V2G: Damn straight.  It started out as a rhythmic motion, smooth waves and then the tsunami.  Oh yeah, that was all me. [FYI: he is acting out the motion during this conversation]
Chow Chow: I think I’m sick.

The World Cup and Babies Talk

Oh if you had come by our house in the last couple of weeks, you would have seen the spectacle that is RMK and and the World Cup.  If you know anything about me, I don’t watch a single sport.  Maybe a little tennis here and there…which by the way…Isner and Mahut.  Woah!  Longest game in Wimbledon’s history.  I don’t know how they play 10 hours straight, 2 days straight.  Amazing!  But yeah, soccer, I thought there were quarters not halftimes.  Whatever.  I root for the underdog, whoever that may be.  I understand for some, this is their life, their dream.  As RMK says, “It’s probably the only sport that a grown man can cry on the field honorably.”

RMK shouts and claps so loudly the dog is going mad.  He actually calls me during the day with the quick courteous “How are you? ” followed by “Channel 17, please record immediately.”  When he comes home, he avoids all phone calls, TV’s, and radio.  He wants me to rewind it on mute on the by-chance he hears something.

On a Normal Day:

Me: studying, silently in the bedroom
RMK: OMG!  OMG!  WHOOOO!  USA!!!  Running into the room with the dog following and jumping up and down thinking the clapping is for her.
Me: going out to see the ruckus
RMK: OMG!  OMG!  Another goal…holy.  Jumping like a banshee.  Then a popping noise.
RMK: Uggggg.  [Whispers and bending over] OMG!  Babe that was another goal.
Me: Why are you holding your leg and whispering?
RMK: I think I just pulled a hamstring.
Me: [sighing and walking away]
RMK: [yelling] Can you get me some ice?!  The game is still on!

7:00 AM My phone rings [FYI: he's the best man for a wedding this weekend]

RMK: Hey I need to discuss with you about our weekend schedule.  [If you don't know RMK, he never discusses the schedule....as in never in our entire relationship.  "There is no schedule in life," he says.]
Me: [sleepily] What are you talking about?
RMK: The game is on at 9:30am and 1:30pm.  We have to be in Houston by 3 at the latest to pick up the tux.  Ok, I am going to pray this surgery ends at 9ish, watch the game while YOU pack.  Then we have to immediately go to the car and drive quickly to Houston.  Do you think Thao can DVR it?
Me: Babe, normal people are working today.
RMK: How can people be working during the World Cup?  Ok, I’ll call the groom and see if he’s busy and we can watch it together.
Me: He’s getting MARRIED. MARRIED.
RMK: This is the WORLD CUP.  The WORLD CUP.
Me: What if I was pregnant and in labor?
RMK: First of all, we’re planning around that.  Second, my future children will know not to be born during June-July every 4th year.  Third, ladies can labor quietly you know.
Me: I think I just forgot to record your next game.
RMK: So just remember, we have to leave by the mili-second.  Bring snacks, no time to stop.  Hold your pee.

He’s Really Not That Into You

Some Guys Are Just Not Worth It

I have a wonderful, beautiful friend who has been with me through the roughest times, and she has always had great words of wisdom.  Through our guy problems galore, through broken-heart-ville, through the stressors of having a career and wanting to be stay-at-home mom’s, she has always expressed the view that woman are made for this.  We can take it.

But somewhere on the way, we got lost.  It took me a long time to find it, but I found the right road.  And now, it’s her turn.  I am not a supporter of feminist/relationship books, or the Men are from Mars, Women are from Venus theme.  I feel that most of them are silly, kind of like those Cosmo articles on Sex Tips/What Boys Want in Bed/Sex up Your Life.  They all say the same thing, over and over.  Once you know like 5 tricks, you just mix up the order.  Apparently guy’s don’t know the difference according to Cosmo.

But I really did like He’s Just Not That Into You.  It was a book read on the whim at a time in my life that I needed answers.  She and I both read it.  And now, she met this guy at this random spot and wants to visit HIM, on his terms.  Hell NO!

Rule Number 1: Guys like to chase.  If a guy really wants to date you, he will find a way.  Let him do the asking and the traveling!

Rule Number 2: When he starts the chase, let him.  You don’t need to prove your pretty face comes with cleaning, cooking, and other slave-like qualities.

Rule Number 3: He may be called “Doctor” and have a pretty little face, may flaunt that girls come after him, but he’s probably has an ego the size of LA with STD’s all over it.  (okay, this is my own personal rule, but still)

So to all the beautiful ladies, inside and out, you are totally worth more than a trophy fling.

On a side note: Eventually, yes, you have to do some cleaning and cooking and laundry.  But no worries, RMK does his fair share of dealing with me after he’s caught me

The Bachelor Pad

I love living with RMK.  It nice to make meals together, catch up on our day, distractions galore.  Its a comfort having him around, and I know I am already going to miss him once Family Med rolls around.  I wish I was one of those uber independent girls, who can see their guys one weekend every month or every other month.  But I am not.  I enjoy coming home to someone, doing laundry for someone, running and getting a hug for no reason.  Call me domesticated.  Anti-feminist to the feminist movement.  Who care.

BUT I still like hanging with my girls.  Its a necessary part of life.  And I missed the large Htown celebration a couple weeks back because I was sick with all the little bratty germs of peds.  And boy have I missed them.  Just talking to girls, hanging out and talking about gibberish.  In RR, TX, no one is here!!  But boys.  Never thought I would think that sucks.

In a day, I hear the “you’re gay” comment at least 50 times.  They comment on how they will kick each other balls.  Try to pull each other pants off.  ”That what she said comment” a bazillion times.  Somehow, the “you’re gay” comment is fitting.  So is this awesome pic: