Our non-traditional T-Day

I have been raised by the MOST chauvinistic man on the planet! He so lovingly told me one Thanksgiving that the woman's job was to cook and clean and the man's job is to sit and watch football. Now, I am not a feminist by any means but we are in the new millenium and when he said that I about lost my mind!! I rebelled so hard that I refused to cook. I can cook and my husband loves it when I do, but I just get onary. Lately with school and work I have been so busy I am too tired and have very little time. I am in school from 7am to 3pm and then work until 8pm. (I tutor for the Adult literacy Council and when I am not doing that I am holding scholarship workshops in our school library)

So this Thanksgiving William decided that I was going to take a real break. No Turkey, ham, mashed potatoes....none of that. He took me to "Hungry Hunter" where we had a Prime Rib dinner. It was so relaxing and fun.

But here's the craziest part of it all. I was looking forward to cooking a dinner. It was just Will, Isabelle, and I this holiday but we could've had leftovers for at LEAST 2 weeks!! (Much less if my dad would've come down but that's a different story.) I will openly admit that I am a complicated woman and as hard as my poor husband may try he will never win. hahahaha (I'm kidding about that)

I hope everyone who reads this has a great day and weekend!!!

Almost done with school

I was sitting back really thinking about it today and I only have 6 months left of school. I graduate on May 18th. I am so excited and scared at the same time. I have already begun to receive several job offers from across the country and it is a little overwhelming and fun at the same time. One of the hospitals in Baltimore (John Hopkins Hospital) sent me an invitation to attend a 6 week intense course pertaining to Neonatal/Pediatric Intensive Care. It is the most respected and highest paid area of the medical field, or so I have been told.

I am very exhausted when I come home from clinical studies. There is never a boring moment in a hospital and the day goes by very very quickly. I really enjoy it, though. I always have a captive audience. hahahahaha

I am just waiting for my chance to work at the hospital my DADDY is going to be in. BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA. He'd get a breathing treatment whether he wanted one or not.

OK, I am going to rest and talk more tomorrow. Thank you for reading my blog!!!

The Initials that I forgot to leave

I forgot to let everyone know the initials to my DADDY's childhood nickname. It is.....B.L. My kids came up with some real creative names that they thought it might be. Here are a few for your reading pleasure. By the way, none of them are correct.

Butt Lazy
Bologna Licker
Big Llama
Big Lover (Definitely NOT it)
Bodacious Lounger

My personal favorite is the first one. It's not true, but fun to tease him with.

It's been a while since I posted a blog. The only person who was reading them is my dear old dad. But I am hoping to add a few people to my readers list.

Recently Daddy Dearest stepped over the line and exposed a childhood name that I absolutely HATE. People wonder why it gets to me so bad.
It's not so much the name as what my dad and brothers would do to create the reaction. I was a chubby little girl who was awkward and just a flat out nerd. (The only thing that has changed is the fact that the older I get the cooler it is to be a nerd.) The more my dad and brothers teased the angrier I would get, which then lead to being called "Huff and Puff" because I would do just that. I would literally Huff and get mad and then go to my room and either slam the door or throw myself on the bed, hence the Puff.

My dad too has a nickname but unlike my dad I am not going to be CRUEL and tell the whole world, just the initials. If you would like to know the words and the reason why he hates so much you need to go to him. But the nickname that I have for him is much, much better. DADDY!! He absolutely LOVES to be called Daddy.

Now, it is true he would call employers, roommates, etc. and do the police routine. But I got him back GOOD. I had one of the girls I work with call and tell him that they were with Discover card and wanted to verify some purchases. (My mom had given me their card to purchase something and I had all the information handy) She told him that his card was maxed out. He absolutely lost it!! He was screaming and yelling and had that poor girl scared to death. I told her to get off the line and I would take it from there.

He did EXACTLY what I thought he would. He called my mom in an absolute rage. I had already prepped her and so she knew not to panic. After a good 2 hours I called him back and told him that unless he wants to go through another 2 hours of Hell again to stop pranking my employers and roommates. He naturally disowned me for the weekend, said a few choice things and never did it again.

Don't you wish you were apart of this crazy clan??