#nerd alert #noshameinthisgame

Just spent part of my one day off from the ICU this week brushing up on the Kreb's Cycle....because apparently that's just how I roll these days. (Seriously though, it's a pretty sweet video if you've got 17 minutes to spare, and there's one on the Electron Transport Chain too)

#springis(almost)here

#100happydays #MCHjournalclub

Witchita State's mascot is the Shocker....That's all I got.

#100happydays

Today I happened up this website, a challenge to have 100 "happy" days in a row, photo-documented via your social network of choice. The cynic in me wishes that they had chosen a better adjective than "happy" and was hesitant to embrace such a sappy idea. However, gratitude and embracing the present are qualities I find myself working on a lot recently. I'm trying to recognize and be grateful for what (and who) I have in my life. I spend a lot of time thinking about what I want or think I need or worrying about the future, and getting older, and blahditty blah. Rather than dwell on that, I want to slow down and take note of what is in front of me. #100happydays seems like a purposeful way to do that and this blog seems to be as fine a medium as any to do so.

So here you have it, happy day #1: i love an empty bracket

If you know me, you may know that I'm not really into organized sports, which makes me a black sheep in my family of crazed sports fans. As far as sporting events go, I'm mostly in it for the socialization and the snacks, except for March Madness and the delight of filling out an NCAA Basketball Tournament bracket. I used to feed my bracket fix with the (now defunct) Dylan Pool, but these days March Madness is all I got. So today my happy moment was filling out the 2014 March Madness Bracket, made even more happy by the fact that UVA is one of the #1 seeds. Wa-hoo-effing-wa.

the what and the why

the what
Oh, you know all my personal private thoughts documented for eternity on the internet (it's forever, folks) in weblog, rather than twitter or facebook.com. You can expect my (for the most part) unfiltered thoughts, feelings, iPhone photos, documenting my life as a 30 year old single lady family medicine resident. Expections on the quality of writing should be low, as the majority of my writing in the past 6 years has been medical documentation. We'll see how long it takes until it devolves into the plot of a Cathy cartoon.

the why
Turning 30 seems like a good excuse impetus to more formally document my life on the internets. But really a growing ambivalence to facebook and twitter has pushed me to narrow my interweb audience to those who are actually interested in a conversation or at least more honest insight into my little corner of the world. Not sure why this format feels less voyeuristic than facebook or twitter, but somehow it does.

the who
daughter. sister. friend. nerd. family physician. cynic. optimist. champion of the grapefruit and artichoke (but not together).