Brief montage-style synopsis of the last few days, interesting to only me, and maybe my wife:
Had my best dog-friend put to sleep. We've been over this ground so I won't drag you through it again.
Bought a PDA! Woohoo! Absolutely didn't need one, but wanted one reaaal bad, 'cause I love electronic trinkets/toys. (This was my wife's not-so-subtle-yet-mostly-successful attempt to pull me out of the blue funk I was settling into over the above situation.
Stayed up after working my 12 hour night and returned the PDA. Okay, I loved it, was just about finished putting all my stuff into it, was downloading software goodies for it for free like mad, and wouldn't have minded keeping it. Buuuuut...
Bought a Sony Vaio laptop instead! Oooooh, all the functionality of my desktop that I can carry in a backpack, with DVD playback for trips and the kids in the back seat! I am so totally happy with this new toy that I didn't mind returning the PDA at all! We were looking at portable DVD players but didn't like the cost/sound/size/selection so Allie asks a small question about PDAs vs. Laptops and, the next thing I know, we are there!
My sister's right, I suck. At least, that's what she said when I congratulated her on her new PDA purchase, then proceeded to relate the above info to her. She's all like, "Don't tell me about your new CREDIT CARD DEBT!" So, with that statement, she's joined me as a sucker... She soooo sucks for saying that!
I was supposed to finish my orientation at the "other" hospital last night, but rescheduled as I was in mid-recovery from staying up forever and various other things, and stuff. I now finish in a couple of weeks. Work one tonight, then the weekend usual. Tomorrow is the annual "Drag out the mower and get all frustrated because I don't take care of my lawn equipment and it won't start" day. That will be followed by the bi-annual "Sheepish explanations to mower repair guy as to why I have no callouses on my hands" trip. But hey, if he ever gets all broken up in a drunk-fest car wreck, he'll quickly learn to appreciate what I can do.
54 year old moped rider smacks stop sign, gets released from local hospital, then downs more beer and tries again. He made it to "The Baptist" (my hospital) the second time. Practice makes perfect. Any guesses as to why he was riding a moped? </professional cynicism>