I Dream of TBTAM

Normally, I don't talk about my dreams. I think dreams are boring to everyone except the person who had the dream.  However, I'm making an exception tonight and telling everyone about the dream I had last night.  One, because the dream was about a medblogger, and two, because it is just damn freaky. Maybe it would make more sense if I had spent the night reading medblogs, but all I did last night was watch Leave it to Beaver.

Here's the dream:

I am a boarder in this beautiful house.  The house is bright and sunny.  My room is gorgeous, filled with fresh flowers. Everything is white.  I wake up and smell cigar smoke.  I go across the hall, and TBTAM is sitting in a rocking chair smoking a cigar. 

Then I wake up.   Freaky, huh?

The Bunnies are Back

I just realized that I blog like I go to church -- only on major holidays.  But the best part of having my blog is posting the bunny cartoon every Easter.  These bunnies never fail to make me smile.

Happy Easter.

I have to start blogging more.  I don't even recognize Blogger anymore.  I'm just going to type, push "Publish" and hope for the best.

Merry Christmas!

I hope Santa brings you everything you asked for.

Spiders and Scrubs

I feel like the people down the block who still have their Christmas lights up.   I need a post to get rid of the Easter bunnies. I have a couple of blog post ideas rattling around in my head (one on the latest Medtweep/Twitter scandal), but no time.  So, I'm just going to write about what's on my mind right now. 

First, that commercial where the lady sees a picture of a spider on a cell phone and starts screaming was funny once.  Maybe twice.   Please. No more.  I'll buy your damn phone if you will just stop running that commercial. 

Next topic.  I once read that the reason doctors (both men and women) on television look so attractive in their scrubs is because the scrubs are tailor made for the actors.  Which got me to thinking.  If I had to wear scrubs to work everyday, would I have them tailor made?  Or would I buy them  "off the rack," then have them altered?  Or would I just throw them on, hoping they were clean?   Next question is why would I give this so much thought when I will never have a job that requires me to wear scrubs. Dunno. Just goofy I guess.

Bunnies

I know, I say it every year.  I love these bunnies.  Hope y'all have a lovely Easter.