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Guest Post: Weird Day At The Gym

Thank you, thank you to Tanya at A Taste of T for providing this guest post. Quick tidbit: She has the cutest little dog with the cutest  little name, Bowser!  Tanya, you have strengthened my resolve to never, ever set foot inside a gym. Weird Day at the Gym By Tanya Munoz I’m going to tell you a tale about my day at the gym.  It started a little something like this… I suspect choosing the locker right next to a girl, when there's a million other lockers open, is like choosing the urinal right next to the guy peeing.    Cause this morning the empty locker room was anyone's choice.    You could choose any section to get dressed and be naked...and this grandma chose RIGHT NEXT TO ME.     I mean, there are benches and benches, lockers and lockers and lockers and she chose locker 24...mine was 23.    Then she asked if I could move my gym bag on the bench...there were a million other benches...empty benches.    Well, since she was so attracted to me, I decided

Sexy Nerd Quote of the Day - Smoker 101

As previously mentioned in a funny, albeit frustrating post , Sexy Nerd recently smoked us a chicken. Even after our smoked turkey fiasco (dinner at 10 pm, anyone?), we're still on two different pages when it comes to how something like this should be done. Me: So, how long until the chicken's ready? SN: I dunno. Around dinnertime, probably. Me: Well, how much does the chicken weigh? SN: I didn't weigh it. Me: Yeah, but the weight is listed on the packaging. SN: Why does that matter? Me: You can use the weight to estimate how long it will take to smoke. SN: I'll just use the meat thermometer. ME: *dies a little on the inside*  King of the Grill doesn't necessarily translate to King of the Smoker

Getting All Teary-Eyed

Earlier at work, we were sitting around talking about someone who had recently passed away. Although it was sad and I feel terrible for the people who were close to him, I had never met the person and did not feel compelled to cry, yet sat there rubbing my eye and rapidly blinking throughout the entire, hour-long conversation. The two other women involved in the conversation probably thought Don't sit there trying to fake cry! You're pathetic! but I was only doing it because there was something in my eye. It was driving me CRAZY, but I couldn't very well get up and leave to look in the mirror while someone was pouring their grieving heart out. So, I sat there politely, squinting and nonchalantly closing one eye periodically, in a sympathetic sort of wink, until I was alone. Finally , I thought, inspecting my eye in the mirror.  It turned out that the thing irritating my eye is GROWING FROM MY EYELID! What the heck do I do now? According to Dr. Google, (my primary care phys

Shamefully Meeting Our New Neighbors

Sexy Nerd and I just returned from a walk around the neighborhood with Pica and Biscuit. We were stopped by a cute little girl who was playing outside with her brothers and mom. She asked if she could pet our dogs. "Sure," we said, happy to meet more of our neighbors. Almost 3 years here and this was only the 3rd house where either of us has spoken to the neighbors. It's tough being socially awkward. Biscuit isn't a fan of strangers, but Pica, our wiggly and happy Jack Russell Terrier, loooooved getting attention from the little girl. In fact, she loved it so much that when the girl (maybe age 3 or 4?) reached out to her, Pica jumped up and placed her front paws on the girl's shoulders. No worries though. The girl was laughing. Her mom was smiling. We were making friends. Then Pica, who just looooooves attention, sprung a leak. She PEED all over the little girl, abruptly putting an end to our meet-and-greet with the neighbors. She was just so excited! Sexy N

Dutch Baby/German Pancake/Puff Cake

Sexy Nerd and I make this for breakfast at least once a month. It's quick, easy, and delicious, though we agree it tastes a bit more like french toast than a pancake. We've served it to company and it is always a success. Here is the 2 person recipe, which should be made in a small pan, like a 9x9 or a loaf pan. If you use too large of a pan, the batter will spread out too thin to puff up! Combine the following ingredients in a bowl or blender: We've made this using nonfat and lowfat milk and they seem to work equally well for this recipe. (or Whisk, whisk, whisk!) Now, you can either let it sit at room temperature for about 20 minutes or you can refrigerate it to have for breakfast tomorrow. Ten minutes before you are ready to put this into the oven, take your pan and get it nice & buttery. Don't skimp on the butter or you won't get the nifty, bubbly effect while it's cooking. Instead, you can look forward to chipping this off your pan for the n

Canada Cruise on the Costa Atlantica

Actually, we've been back for a week. I love planning for a trip and anticipating all the wonderful blog posts to follow, but...after the trip, when it's time to actually sit down and write about everything we did, (so, so much!) my lazy side kicks into high gear and refuses to even look through trip photos, let alone write out all the details. My lazy side is so stubborn! It doesn't want to be here at home; it wants to be on VACATION! And don't even ask whether or not I've unpacked my suitcase. Packing for this trip, I was unpacking things from our last getaway, 6 months earlier! For now, here is a summary of our cruise on the (horrible!) Costa Atlantica (seriously, it seemed like they were trying to kill us!) Before you think Good for you, Lamb, fighting your laziness to at least post where you went , you should know that I am cut/pasting this from our travel itinerary: Fly into Quebec (Sat, 4/24) Day in Quebec (Sun, 4/25) Day in Saguenay & cruising th

Ever Have One Of Those Days At Work? Part 2 of 2

* If you missed the previous post, please scroll down and read it 1st, so that you will fully understand what a crazy, wacky, insane, nutty, irrational, kooky, lying, psychotic bee-atch I am writing about!   The dentist ended up calling and speaking to mom. She answered every little question mom could think of. If this post were about rational people, this would be the end of my little story. After all, you wouldn't take your child back to a dentist you don't trust, right? I wouldn't even bring my dogs to a veterinarian if I wasn't 100% comfortable with them. But, as noted above, this particular post is about a *!#%^, so of course the fun kept going. Mom brought the child back for the next appointment. Our office had had enough nonsense, so we made it a point to be  extra  clear about everything. An impression would be taken for an appliance, which we would receive back from the lab in about 2 weeks, and the copay would be $79. It seemed to sink in. The assistan

Ever Have One Of Those Days At Work? Part 1 of 2

I don't usually post about our patients.  What if someone who takes their child to our office reads this , I always think. In this case though, I couldn't care less. Let the *!#%^ read this. (I guess you know where this post is heading, LOL!)  A few weeks ago we saw a new patient who needed a lot of treatment, like crowns and extractions. I told mom that I'd be happy to file a pre-authorization for her before we got started. That way, her insurance company would let her know how much she would need to pay out-of-pocket for the procedures. So, I filed it and made the next appointment for a few weeks out.  Following up several days before the appointment, I realized that we still hadn't heard back from her insurance company. On mom's behalf, I called her insurance and spent FOREVER (if you've ever tried to call an insurance company, you'll know that this really isn't much of an exaggeration) getting through their automated system

TV Babies

I stumbled upon this article and wanted to share it. I've never seen an episode of most of these shows (you read that right - I've never watched The Office or Lost!), and as for the comment that Friends limped along for two more years after Emma was born, I completely disagree. I love Friends! My friends used to tease me for wearing a Friends shirt to school during 6th grade. I wish the actors would stop being so darn stubborn and make a Friends movie! So, why did I enjoy this article so much? Because of I Love Lucy. "The word "pregnant" was never said on the show; instead writers used "expecting" to please censors".  And I thought the censors were picky today! P.S. I thought Pebbles had always been on the Flintstones. You learn something new every day!

Jordan is a Picker. Are You a Picker Too?

Today's post is from Jordan at Now If You'll Just Turn Your Kaleidoscope... She was very brave to confess this here on LambAround. Hopefully you won't judge her too harshly, especially as I have been a secret picker for years. Maybe, just maybe, we will be accepted by society one day! Also, be sure to leave a comment so you'll be eligible to  Win A Le Creuset Stock Pot!  Yes, my dear readers, I do plan to remind you until the cows come home :p My name is Jordan and I'm a picker. There. I've said it. Try as hard as I might to resist picking I cannot do it. I've been like this as long as I can remember. It's turned into an addiction, I can't just stop. It's not even that fun anymore, just something I am compelled to do to make it through the day. It started out innocently enough, as a child my mother and I would search through bags of potato chips looking for 'good ones' - c'mon you know what I mean, the folded, extra

Guest Post: Weirdness at the Gym

Thank you, thank you to Tanya at  A Taste of T  for providing this guest post. Quick tidbit: She has the  cutest  little dog with the  cutest  little name, Bowser!  Tanya, you have strengthened my resolve to never, ever set foot inside a gym. Weird Day at the Gym By Tanya Munoz I’m going to tell you a tale about my day at the gym.  It started a little something like this… I suspect choosing the locker right next to a girl, when there's a million other lockers open, is like choosing the urinal right next to the guy peeing.    Cause this morning the empty locker room was anyone's choice.    You could choose any section to get dressed and be naked...and this grandma chose RIGHT NEXT TO ME.     I mean, there are benches and benches, lockers and lockers and lockers and she chose locker 24...mine was 23.    Then she asked if I could move my gym bag on the bench...there were a million other benches...empty benches.    Well, since she was so attracted to me, I decided t

Duck Duck Goose

Today's post was written by my fabulous guest blogger, Val at Sew Not My Day. LOL, I have to admit that this isn't exactly what I was expecting when I put the call out for guest bloggers, but to be fair, I did say any topic would be fine. You'll understand what I mean when you get to the end. Oh, the ducks. The poor, poor ducks! Duck Duck Goose! Once upon a time, when I was just a very young girl… I lived on a hobby farm.  My dad had a full time job in sales but enjoyed tooling around on his tractor on the weekends…  I learned how to drive by first driving that tractor and pulling a flatbed wagon while my dad and brother bailed hay. It brings back great memories of when my dad would disc the field and one of my sisters and myself would sit on the back of the tractor dragging our heels in the freshly turned cool dirt.  Our job was to watch out for milk weeds, run yank them out of the earth, then climb back on the back of the tractor so Dad wouldn’t have to stop.

No Boyfriend, No Problems

I'll never admit that I'm currently away on vacation. That said, the post below was written by my nifty guest blogger, Tina Lane. Tina Lane originally posted this with a generic "Sexy Nerd" photo from a site with free photos. There can only be one Sexy Nerd on this blog though! Besides, it's hard to beat something like this when looking for a photo of a nerd (I'm saying this WITH LOVE, of course! Mwah, Sexy Nerd!) I was visiting one of my new favorite blogs, Dry as Toast,when I glimpsed Dorkys, the fearless blog owner and karaoke singer, wearing a shirt that proclaimed: "No Boyfriend, No Problems." I kind of have to agree. Even though I am a happily married woman now, I was never really a huge fan of the boyfriend movement. I am surprised that us ladies, in all of or our collective wisdom, have allowed this term to continue on unadulterated for so long. The word "boyfriend" is ambiguous at best and seems to serve some purpose o