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The photo, and associated cruise, that inspired this post

If I don’t make lists, nothing ever gets done.  And if I don’t make this list, I’m sure that I’ll forget all the places I want to visit and then when Husband and I are trying to plan a vacation and he asks where I’d like to go, I’ll reply, as always, “I dunno.”


  1. Glacier National Park, Montana
  2. Yosemite – my family used to go there every summer, but we haven’t been there since the big fires in the ’90s.
  3. Oak Ridge, Tennessee (Nashville too!)
  4. Austin – there’s some indie music festival there?  (This one’s Husband’s request)
  5. Whistler, BC – Yes, I know this is in Canada, but it’s not reeeeally a ridiculous flight to get there.


  1. Paris
  2. Barcelona
  3. Costa Brava
  4. Greece
  5. Tahiti – Husband really wants to check out those over-water bungalows. =P
  6. Australia – Husband’s never been
  7. Peru and Argentina
  8. The Caribbean
  9. The Galapagos
  10. Japan
  11. China
  12. Taiwan – husband’s never been!

To be continued!  Husband and I have a lot of time together (God willing!) ahead of us.



New $100 bill, via doobybrain

Today, I made a trip to Costco.  My membership expired, I got conned into getting their American Express card, and I left with way more than I had intended to buy.  However, I did win the $100 game*, which is a definite WIN in my book.  Let’s take a look at what Costco does to me, and why this game exists in the first place:

What I had intended to buy:

  1. Steaks for a dinner we’re having at our place on Friday
  2. A pork shoulder to make pulled pork in our new slow cooker
  3. Gas

What I left with (along with my justifications):

  1. Steaks (allowed)
  2. Gas (necessary)
  3. A tray of catfish filets (Husband’s favorite!  And fish is “brain food,” as my mom would say.)
  4. A 4-pack of microwave dinners (I had a coupon.  And sometimes I just get caught with nothing at home!)
  5. An 18-pack of 100 calorie fudge bars (I ran out of Häagen-Daz five™ Ginger ice cream- which is delicious and all Kira‘s fault, by the way.  And I bet these are better for me, despite their having definitely more than 5 ingredients.  100 calories! Come on!)
  6. 4-lbs of strawberries (They’re in season! And a lot cheaper than at other stores.  Besides, it’s fruit.  Fruit’s good for you!)
  7. A pineapple (They cost the same at Henry’s but are about HALF the size there.  Not a lie.  Besides, we have an awesome pineapple cutter.)
  8. I didn’t get the pork shoulder because they were huge and in two-packs.

Total: ~$88!!!

So, really, I started this entry with the thought that I’d tell this other story about how I planned to cook the catfish for dinner tonight, picked a recipe, wrote it down, and then went to my kitchen, found out that I had like… 1 of the ingredients (2 if you include the catfish), and proceeded to make it another way.  But then I decided that was much more boring than me WINNING it BIG at Costco today!  Yay!

I love this game.  It makes me feel awesome at failing when trying to stick to a list.


*The $100 game, invented by Kyle (of Husband’s band, The Notice fame) and adopted by me via Twitter, involves trying to leave Costco having spent less than $100.  Not including gas. (That part was my addition; otherwise I’d always lose.)


Some day, I would like to have an awesome kitchen.  I want a huge commercial stainless steel hood so I can grill ridiculous things in the dead of winter and not have to worry about setting off my fire alarm or having  my home smell like dinner for the next few days.  And I want a gas range.  And a double oven.  And a sink with step pedals- with a separate control for temperature so you don’t have to fuss with getting the right balance between the hot and the cold pedals.  (That was Husband’s request.  Maybe bad experiences with the OR sinks here?  In my experience, I always use the hot and it’s not even tepid by the time I’m done scrubbing…)  And I think it’d be awesome to have an integrated sound system hooked up to a touch screen computer from which I can look up recipes, play music, catch up on Project Runway, or maybe even teleconference into meetings while I’m stirring my risotto for 30 minutes.  Ah-maaahhh-zing!

Husband is a huge fan of granite countertops and dark woods, but I’m a sucker for light and bamboo.  If and when we ever have the resources and time to build our own kitchen, I’m not sure who will win.  And if and when that ever happens, I wonder if we will even be doing any cooking at all.  My mom laughs at the somewhat lack of functionality that the kitchen in our new house has.  It has beautiful granite finishes, a vegetable sink, and a mind-boggling amount of counter space, but it lacks a hood, or any way to contain cooking smells, grease, or smoke.  The previous owner’s idea of a hood is this slick thing that rises out of the countertop- it’s real snazzy– you press this button and then it rises out from behind the range– but it’s completely useless.  She told me, “You see, people who have money build these beautiful expensive kitchens, but they always eat out and never use them.  And then people who actually cook at home can’t afford things like that.”  Irony.  Everybody tells me that will be me someday- someday soon.

I can’t wait to prove them wrong- to build myself a gorgeous hyperfunctional kitchen (covered outlets underneath the cabinets! skillful use of the kitchen work triangle principles!) and then cook in it.  Entertain in it.  Have friends over for dinner parties that I haven’t catered.  I wonder.  Will this ever happen for me?


Those who have known me for the past few months probably know a few things about what’s been going on in my life.  Like for one, I got married.  For another, my husband and I are moving to Utah soon.  And we don’t know where we’re living yet.

Some of you may also know about the absolute BANE of my existence: this paper I have to write in order to graduate.  In short, my medical school has this requirement that all students complete an “Independent Study Project,” or ISP.  The rules governing what you can do with this are incredibly flexible.  I had a friend who did a few rotations in India and wrote a blog as his project.  Other people create educational materials.  Some hard core people do bench research.

And then some stupid people decide to write a paper.  Like, a case report and review of the literature.  And then some stupid people procrastinate on their projects up until the last moment.

That would be me!

There was a soft deadline for a rough draft on April 1st that I totally missed.  That rough draft just made it in today.  AND I AM SOOOOOOO HAPPY!!!  I don’t have to think about it for at least a day, while my ISP chair is reviewing it.

Of course, I’m still a bit fearful- fearful that he won’t like it and I’ll have to make major changes and then also fearful that he’ll take too long to go over it and I’ll miss the hard fast turn-it-in-or-you-don’t-graduate deadline of May 1st.

But for now, I’m going to enjoy my newfound freedom!  Waaahooooo!


After seeing what Miss Iloveyoupenguin has done with her lovely WordPress site, I decided to take a few things from her book… and switch things up a little.  Except I read boring things and only think about cooking.  And snow.

<— and look! look! look! I have TWITTER up here now!

Mostly, I just wanted to get links to my pages across the top of the main page, which seems to be a “theme” problem.  I am just annoyed that in order to get all my widgets back, I have to put them in all over again!  Annoyed!

And now it’s way past my bedtime.  Again. This sounds familiar.  Like I’m in college again.


In my search for property in Salt Lake City, one of the useful (albeit not entirely accurate all of the time) tools I’ve been using is Google Maps.  Basically, if you search “real estate,” it will search within the parameters of your map window, and when you move it around, new listings will come up.

As I understand it, the way Salt Lake City works geographically is that the city itself is located in a valley up against the Wasatch Mountains.  As is the nature of mountains, fingers of mountain range project into the valley, leaving canyons between them.  “Our” old townhouse was located at the mouth of a canyon called Emigration Canyon.  (As an example of more canyons, Alta/Snowbird are up Little Cottonwood Canyon and Brighton/Solitude up Big Cottonwood.)  One day on a whim, I started searching up Emigration Canyon to see what sort of property is located up there in the wilderness… and that’s when I found BALLER MANSION.

Baller mansion has SIX bedrooms and TEN bathrooms.  But that’s not all.  There’s an in-law suite called “The Cottage”, an indoor pool, 2 garages, a poolhouse, a steam room, a theater…  in more than 12,000 square feet.  That’s like, the house I grew up in times 6.  It’s like my apartment times 12.  What the whaaaaaaat!

Here are some photos for you to drool over.  Some famous dude should buy this place and get it on MTV Cribs.

The house, nay, the COMPLEX

The kitchen. Ridiculous.

A swim in the dead of winter? Not a problem.

I don’t think it’d be super awesome to live in a place like this.  Maybe if I had a small army of staff to run it.  And unlimited funds for upkeep, heating, and cooling.  Did you notice that visible in the photo of the kitchen, there are 2 sinks, 2 dishwashers, 3 ovens, and a range with an awe-inspiring stainless steel hood?  I really want a nice hood and gas stove one day.  ONE DAY.  It’s not going to happen in the next house; Salt Lake City’s ranges are saddeningly and overwhelmingly electric.  Sob!  And in a condo, more often than not you’re going to get a recirculating hood that comes from under your microwave.  Weaksauce.

Isn’t it fun to imagine living in a place like this???  Not really how I’d choose to live my life, but it’s most definitely fun to think about.  (Besides, doctors don’t really make enough money to afford a place like this… Okay, maybe if I went into bariatrics or plastics and Husband went into sleep medicine.  But really, we’d prefer a BALLER MANSION closer to the slopes ;)


First lift off Ramcharger on a January morning.

(or, My Testing QuickPress’s Media Uploader, finding out that “medium” is too small and changing it again in not-so-quick press)


I am doing a surgical ICU rotation this month in a last ditch attempt to learn something useful before I get thrown to the dogs in July.  The SICU is an interesting place.  You wouldn’t believe the ridiculous things that go on here.  We had one patient who was getting continuous Vancomycin infusion into his mediastinum- liters a day.  Vanc into irrigation tubes, vanc out chest tubes.  Continuously.  Like, what???  How baller is that?  (The cynic says: “He must have good insurance.”)

The first week I was there, one of my patients died and one of my patients unexpectedly got better and moved out of the unit.   It’s remarkable what the human body can recover from.  And then of course, some will hold on for days, giving you hope one day because they’re doing well, and then you come in after the weekend and they’ve dropped off the list.  In the wrong direction.

You know, it was the first time one of my patients died.  I was a little bummed out.  I thought he’d make it.  But that’s it.  I never knew the guy.  When I met him, he had already been unconscious and connected to machines for days.  I guess, sad to say, he was never a “person” to me, just a disease process- a case.  The only thing I ever knew about him was a shitton of numbers.  It’s sort of cold, but that’s just the way it is.


While Husband and I were on our honeymoon, which coincidentally happened to be the same place where we had matched just two days before the wedding, we took the opportunity to look at some property since we’ll be spending our next six years there together.  (Quite honestly though, since I gave us a 50% chance of ending up at Utah and Husband thought it was higher than that, I think we sort of “knew”…)

Looking at property starts out being really fun, but then it progressively gets more and more tiring.  And then you realize how long you’ve been looking at property because it’s already dark outside (or even darker outside) and you think to yourself, “I still don’t know where I want to live next year, feel like we haven’t seen anything even though we’ve been out all day, AND I’m damn tired of making polite conversation with our realtor!”

Sometimes I think it’d be kinder to have the buyers just follow the realtor’s car, but then again, I think we learned a lot from ours while we were driving… and making polite conversation when not enduring the occasional long silences.

But back to the house.  There was one house- rather, townhouse- that Husband and I were interested in.  When we first walked around, I wasn’t too excited; our realtor kept pointing out things we would need to replace and change, and I didn’t think it was super worth it, given the age of the unit.  However, Husband was pretty excited about it, and since it was the first and only thing we had seen all day that he had gotten excited about, I decided to pay attention.  It was cute.  Just the perfect size- not too big, not too small.  Pretty bamboo hardwood floors (and man, am I a sucker for bamboo!), a convenient half-bath downstairs, and a narrow staircase heading upstairs.

We were thinking and hoping that we could get a lower price for it and sent our contract and offer in to the realtor over the weekend, but I found out today that somebody else had already put in an offer and there “wasn’t much flexibility on the price- would we like to raise our offer?”

Husband’s dad is our real estate guru, the one we turn to when we need advice on what the hell to do next in this process, and he has already told us long ago never to get into a bidding war: “They always end poorly.”  Yeah, I can believe that.

So, Husband and I are withdrawing our offer, and I’m secretly hoping that this offer will fall through and we will get “our” townhouse.  Even though I wasn’t the biggest fan, this place had obvious things going for it: proximity to the hospital and enough covered garage space for both of our cars.  And for the past three weeks, whenever Husband and I have been thinking about what we need to bring to Utah and what to leave behind, in our collective minds’ eyes we were seeing that little townhouse as home.

And now we have to make another trip to Utah to find a place to live next year.  Probably look into renting for a year, which means moving yet again while in residency and probably another year before we find “home” in Utah. Big bummer.  Oh well.

(Also tempting to spend the next year living out of boxes!  But I’m pretty sure that Husband will veto that idea quickly.)


About two months ago, my friend imissyoupenguin and I decided to leave the no longer hallowed nor frequented grounds of Xanga and move to somewhere else.  That somewhere else ended up being this site over here for me.  Two months passed, but I never told anybody about it because the whole “MD” in my username immediately started rubbing me the wrong way.  What had possessed me to create such an asinine username?  Hence, another move.  And this one feels just right.

Husband said once that the only people who insist upon being called “Doctor” outside of work are people who aren’t MDs.  I have no idea if that’s actually true; nobody I associate with has any other degree but an MD, and those with degrees I don’t associate with outside of work.  But for me, I’m going to be Mrs. C for my kids’ friends and parents.  Being a doctor is my job, and even though it is a little bit (–okay, lie– a lot bit) of who I am, I have no need for people to recognize me as a physician when I’m not on the job.  Actually, I think it’d be embarrassing, but what do I know- I’m still two months away from my degree.

I also feel uncomfortable when people call me anything but “Alice.”  I thought it’d go away “when I grew up,” so I guess I’m not there yet.



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Salt Lake City, Utah

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planning to cook:
In order to survive.

thinking about riding:
Once the Bird opens.

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