It’s amazing the amount of people you meet in the neighborhood when you have a dog. When we adopted Kuma two years ago, we met Caroline and Meg, with their babies, McDuff and Gigi and we only had Kuma for one full day (and going on about two hours of sleep). Ever since then, our doggie play group has grown. One of the biggest things that sucks about winter is that Bob, Kuma and me WILL NOT walk when it’s below 50 degrees. Kuma refuses, she will resist. Even when you say the magic word (WALK), she’ll look at you like you’re crazy and proceeds to go to bed. That means no seeing any of our neighbors for about 2-3 months out of the year. Now that spring has arrived, Kuma and I took a stroll around and guess who we ran into? Three of Kuma’s friends: McDuff, Savannah and Playboy! Yeah! She had a great time on her walk today and I’m sure she’ll be looking for more of these in the future now. If only I could teach her to bring me her leash…

Just got done getting my ass kicked by the online Jeopardy! qualifying test. I knew a bunch of the stuff, but there were several questions in categories that I am willfully ignorant (English Literature, European Heads of State) and at least one question that I knew the answer to, but blanked on the name (Laurence Fishburne). Oy vey.

So I probably didn’t qualify, which just goes to show that I’m not completely filled with useless information, but oh well. Here’s hoping that Kim fared better and someone will represent Hazelwood West on the show.

Mah Jongg (the gin rummy-like kind of game, as opposed to the tile matching bastardization that is so popular on the computer) is hella fun to play, but I’ve not always had the best luck with it. Some part of me blames the especially bad session I had a few months back on Jen’s illegible Chinese handwriting on my cheat sheet that is required so I can comprehend Chinese numbers. Last night however, it was a different story. Jen, her mom, her sister and I sat down for a rousing game of Mah Jongg at the Hwang household and I destroyed them, winning 5 games. It was incredible. The second game, I needed to draw only three tiles before going out. I was en fuego.

Now of course, next time we play, I’ll go o-fer but I will always have last night. Victory is mine!

After two summers of golf in Kirksville and almost four years of golf in St. Louis, I was finally able to play a real game on a real golf course! Holy crap! What initiated all of this is that Kenny has a bachelor party next week involving a golf game and he wanted to brush up. Up until now, I was only able to hit golf balls on the range and it was recently that I was allowed to use another club other than the 7 iron. So, today being a perfect day for it, Bob took Kenny and me up to Eagle Springs to play the Par 3 course (all 9 holes are Par 3’s). Who would have thought that you could have so much fun when you are absolutely terrible? For a scratch golfer (a pro), he/she should have a score of at least 27 or better. For someone who has played for a great number of years, please look at Bob’s score. For someone who’s a naturally gifted athlete that’s fairly new to the game, please look at Kenny’s score. For someone who is not afraid of making fool of herself and has no skill whatsoever, please look at my score.

I look at it this way: I can’t get any worse. I can only improve from this point on. Golf is like crack! I’m so hooked! Actually the real reason why I’m lovin’ it is because I get pretty blue golf clubs and pink and lavendar golf balls! That’s enough for me!

To the future doctors of America, March is a very nerve-racking month. This is the month that students find out where they will be working/interning for the next four years of their lives.

I just want to congratulate Kristy and Carrie for their awesomeness. Kristy will be staying in Rochester while Carrie will be coming over to SLU. You have worked so hard for the last four years, it is now time to relax. Cherish these few moments of relaxation because after May, you get to look forward to 80 hours a week of work, 3 hours of sleep per night, difficult patients and family members and demanding hospital staff. No wonder many turn to the bottle to soothe away the pain.