Creepy Aunty J

Snuggly Baby E

Lately I've been really into babies.  Not in a "my biological clock is ticking and I'm freaking out" kind of way (though it is, and I am... just a little), but in a "babies are pretty cute" kind of way (um, good thing I'm going into pediatrics!).

What doesn't help the situation is that a bunch of my friends are popping out babies (On purpose! Are we really that old?).  Now, every time I log onto facebook, I'm reminded of this fact due to a news feed filled with constant updates about how "Johnny keeps wetting his pants," and "Anyone know how to help colic?" and "OMG, look at all of these diaper covers, how cute!"  I mostly hate these updates (I don't care about Johnny's potty training progress).  But they do keep babies on my mind at all times (or at least whenever I check fb). 

Regardless of my feelings about babies and their fb presence, there is one kind of update I love: pictures.  I love it when my friends post pics of there cute (or even just so-so looking) babies.  Weirdly, I can't get enough of it.

Baby E being his usual cute self.

There's one baby in particular that I'm straight-up obsessed with: Baby E.  Baby E is possibly the cutest baby I have ever met (he's a little ginger, which may explain my affinity for him). His mother, H, posts pictures of him every day on instagram.  You guys, I LIVE for these pictures.  I literally check instagram several times throughout the day in hopes that she has posted another picture.  And when she finally posts one, I get so excited that I show it to everyone around me.  As if he were my own child.

The other day, I texted H to let her know that I'm creepily obsessed with her kid.  Her response was, "It's okay, so am I!" To which I responded, "Um, you're supposed to be - you made him! I'm just a creeper."  I must confess, I might have a little bit of a reason to be obsessed with Baby E; I helped him come out (I was there for his delivery and was lucky enough to help).  But there's a big difference between helping deliver a baby and actually making one and I think H should be a little more weirded out than she is (I'm quickly turning into "Creepy Aunty J"). 

When I have a little ginger baby of my own, I won't let creepy "aunties" ogle pictures of my adorable child.* 

*Who am I kidding?  Yes I will.  I already force people to look at pictures of my sweet, sweet cats (aaand, I've now sealed the deal on being "Creepy Aunty J").

How to date a doctor

This morning, I was casually perusing the internet* when I came across a super interesting/relevant/helpful article called "How to date a doctor."

WTF?!  This is ridiculous!  For those of you too lazy to read the whole thing (which is absurd, because it's like 50 words long), here are some highlights: 

"Impress your friends by dating a nice doctor. Explore the social side of medicine. Learn about saving lives and medical advances without spending years in medical school. Enter the medical social whirl and you may be surrounded by doctors for the rest of your life. Make your mother proud, and date a doctor."

Here are some issues I have with this:
1) Good luck finding a "nice doctor." (Also, that was bitchy and bitter of me.  Sorry).
2) The "social side of medicine" doesn't really exist.
3) "You may be surrounded by doctors for the rest of your life" = bleak, in a social context, at least.
4) "Make your mother proud..." Fine.  This one might be true.  To be honest, I think my mom would be happy if I dated anyone at this point.

Another good part: "Recognize that doctors are hot properties on the dating scene." Personally, I haven't noticed this yet.  Then again, I'm only 3/4 of a doctor.  Maybe in a year, I'll really be a "hot property."

This article piqued my interest and so I googled "How to date a doctor." About 49,300,000 results came up.  Awesome!  So I spent the rest of the afternoon reading each one.  Okay, no I didn't. But I did check out a couple others. I liked the 6 Step WikiHow, because it says under Warnings: "The people they interact with may be a little bit weird, get used to it." So true.

Finally, I found an article called 10 Reasons to Date a Doctor.  It is terrible.  Honestly, I'm not sure if any of those reasons are true.

Hey Internet, thanks for perpetuating stereotypes!!!  You are so, so creepy (and wrong) sometimes.

*Full disclosure: I was googling "most attractive medical specialties," followed by "most physically attractive medical specialties" (since that was what I really wanted to know), when this article came up.  Oh.  And I was at the hospital. Waiting to round. (In my defense, I had tried to read about acute renal injury first... and then got distracted... it's Sunday!).

Dirty Dancing: Country Nights

The best thing ever happened the other night.  Okay, "best thing ever" might be an exaggeration. Well, no... This could actually be the best thing ever. Definitely life changing.  Anyway, here's what happened: on my last night in Miami, I went to a country music dance club (obviously, are there any other types of club in Miami?!).

This 70+ year-old woman killed it all night

I think it all started as a joke. L's coworker had been talking up a "hick" bar and so we had all decided to put on out boots and plaid and go.  The first awesome thing about this bar is that it is about a half hour outside of Miami (of course). The next awesome thing is that the bar/club is called Round Up and it is painted as a barn complete with stables and horses painted on the side of it.  As we walked up, some drunk guys in cowboy boots stumbled out (it was 9pm). THEN, we saw the sign that is was Ladies Night and we would be drinking free all night.

OMG, you guys! This was going to be amazing!!! And so hilarious, right?!

We walked in to find a huge dance floor in the middle of the club with "fence"/seating around it in the style of a corral.  The country music was bumping and people were dancing.  Line dancing.  Line dancing, you guys!!!! And then the music changed and people paired off and did the cha-cha around the "corral!" That's right, I just said "cha-cha around the corral." Then, more line dancing! I didn't even know so many different line dances existed. 

This was a scene, you guys.  Like a huge country western dancing scene. The best part of the scene (if I had to choose just one thing), was the people. There were all types of people - young, old, fat skinny, black, white, Asian, Latino (okay, mostly white) - and they all had one thing in common: they effing killed at country western dancing. 

I honestly did not see this coming, but I think I've found my calling, and I'm pretty sure it's not medicine. I'm going to be a country western dancer, bitches! But seriously, I loved this scene so much. I honestly had no idea this world existed (or, more accurately, how effing awesome it is); I felt like Baby in Dirty Dancing when she stumbles upon the staff dance party (you know, because she "carried a watermelon") and discovers there is an entire world of super rad dancing out there. 

Baby carried a watermelon into the staff lounge and discovered some dirty dancing

The only problem with my new calling is that everyone was really good and somehow knew all the songs/dances. This actually blew my mind (continuously through the course of the night, since there are so many songs/dances out there). This makes joining in kinda hard because it's pretty obvious if you don't know the steps during a line dance. Especially if you're surrounded by professional country western dancers (okay, maybe they weren't all that good, but it definitely felt like it).

Don't worry guys, I still jumped right in and joined the dance.

Best. Night. Ever.

Happy 2012!