Next Up...Bowel Movements?

So right off the bat, I have to tell you, I am not posting about bowel movements.  I might be extremely used to asking people about theirs.  But I try hard to leave that kind of conversation at the hospital (where it belongs).  If you've ever been in a nursing home or around elderly people in general however, you know they have no qualms about discussing their bathroom habits.  Sometimes it seems as though it's all they talk about.  I suppose it's how you know you're old:  when you and your friends sit around talking about how your Milk of Mag alleviated your "concerns".

I was chatting with Rachel the other day, a friend of mine from undergrad.  We were laughing about how I said I would never get married.  Back then, ALL guys sucked.  I remember reading a quote, "I don't want to get married.  Why would I want a guy following me around, eating my food and stuff"?  I remember thinking marriage did not sound like the big party that I thought life would be.  I didn't want to settle down.  I wanted to be an OB/GYN, work my butt off, and have a million dogs.  I would travel (without a man following me) and have a wine cabinet full of delicious reds (without having a man steal it).  I distinctly remember telling some of my medical school friends that I would never get married; they would look at each other and laugh (Kate, I'm pretty sure you are the one who said "bullshit" or some nicer version of the same thought).  Turns out, my friends possessed more insight into my life than I did.

Back to Rachel.  As I told her about how happy I am with everything going on in life, I realized how much things have changed.  I am thrilled to have Dann, my dogs, our home, my residency coming up in July.  The things that make me happy are no longer going out until 3AM and laughing at pictures the next day (don't get me wrong, that's still fun, but gets so much harder when you get "old").  The things that get me excited are new curtains, freshly painted cabinets, a workout room in our basement, and puppies who "lay" on (first!) command.  I told Rachel how I feel old, but I'm very happy about it. She laughed and said, "Next up, you're going to be telling everyone about your bowel movements!"  I certainly hope there are a few steps in between now and then.

Now a few pictures from this weekend, to prove I am still alive!  Friday was my very last day of medical school/ANY SCHOOL, EVER, so last night was spent celebrating.  I caught up with some friends I haven't seen in a while (and sampled Blair's fabulous Easter Juice) and had a blast celebrating one of the OB residents, Jill, and her sweet little girl due in just about 4 weeks.  Today, Dann went off to work (thank goodness for overtime!) and treated me to Chipotle tonight.  He discovered the pick-your-own 6 pack at Lukas Liquors near our new home, and splurged $9 for beers he hasn't tried.  I normally hate beer, but I can't wait to have a sip of the chocolate one.  We moved his weight set in downstairs, completing our little gym.  I can't say I'll be using the 45 pound weights very often, but here is the visual proof!:

Dann's pick-your-6-pack....(chocolate stout, second from the right!)

Carson, post-rub-down after playing in the mud.

Sleeping in our bed....she's spoiled rotten and gets to fall asleep there, then we take her to her crate.
Yes, I realize she will likely never sleep in there again.

Play date with Rylee!

A little brother/sister love, with Rylee looking on in the corner.

Sohee, making sure Jill knows everything she needs to know about baby-making raising!

I think this was after a "moist, thumbs, panties" line.

Jill is a little more than excited to read Emma "Pinkalicious".

It might fit after the baby is born, Jill.

Ali, me, Jill and Lizz

Our gym!  The ugly mirrors WERE the closet doors in our bedroom.
Now, they serve to correct our form/give me the willpower to workout.
(The mirror doesn't lie!)

Another view.

No pictures, no pictures.

Pretending to be excited about the elliptical.