My New Job

Today I could have sworn one of my dictators was trying to prescribe a patient some rub-a-dub-dub. Turns out it was carbidopa-levodopa, he was just pronouncing it rub-a-dub-dub.
I've made it through 2 weeks of work so far. I think I'm doing okay, I am just way too slow so far. Hopefully I get faster so I can make more than $3 an hour.

You Have to Have a Porpoise

Possible porpoise grabbing technique.

There I was sitting in sacrament meeting. I have a bad habit of working on my sunday school lesson during the talks. Not because I am unprepared. I would never procrastinate anything. Um, well maybe. But anyways, I totally blame Dad. Not setting the proper example and all. Not paying-attention-to-the speaker wise that is, I think Dad is pretty much always prepared.

So I made it through the first talk. Not a big accomplishment because it was a youth speaker and only a few minutes long. But then I started wondering about the Twelve Tribes and how they are always referred to as twelve even though Joseph split into Ephraim and Manasseh making thirteen. But then the Levites didn't get any land and became the priests, so did that bring it back to twelve? Totally confusing but important for my lesson today.

After searching around for about 20 minutes, I was staring off at the back of someone's head thinking when I realized I had just heard the word porpoise. That snapped my attention back to the speaker in 0 seconds flat. Speakers should use more unusual words, it would help me pay attention. But I immediately thought, "Did he just say porpoise? Are we talking about dolphins today? What in the world is he talking about?" And then he said it again, but this time I caught the context. He said, "You have to have a porpoise." What the heck?

Several minutes later after more references to "porpoises" and "failing to have a porpoise" and an illustrative story about a man who missed his flight because he forgot his "porpoise" I realized he was saying PURPOSE. Alas I was sitting alone and could only snicker to myself.

proof that you can find a picture of anything on the Internet

Devil Dog

This is Diablo the demon dog. Six pounds of barking, yipping, pooping fluff.

Diablo's thought process: Did I just hear fireworks on the TV? I better start barking. Why is Lindsay sitting at that computer all day? Maybe if I bark at her she'll take off those headphones. Why does Lindsay keep trying to get me to go potty outside? I might get my dainty paws wet. Uh oh, I think someone might have walked by 2 streets away. I better bark at them. Is Lindsay trying to sleep? I better bark some more so she knows I'm here.

Mom please come home soon.