at zeh zoo

La-La and (t)Ed visited this week! It was awesome. Behold:

Ted showed us where South Park originated. (Look closely)


No explanation needed.


Lucie quite enjoyed their visit as well. So glad you guys came! We saw more movies in the theater with you guys than in the 8 months prior.

And now...
It seems like all I ever do is post zoo pictures up here. But it was 74 degrees in Denver on Saturday (no joke) so we figured we better get out and enjoy it a bit. Especially because the VERY NEXT DAY it looked like this:

My inner doppler radar has whiplash.

Anywho, here are some of the pics from our glorious day at the Denver Zoo.

The king of the forest. 

Le roi des forets.  

Lucie had no fear, even when he came right up to the glass. 

Lucie doing her best lion roar. 

Now she looks like lunch.

Restrained in her stroller, she was not a fan. 

Sea lion basking in the glorious March 1st weather. 

A yak!  How many times have I referenced yaks in my life?!?  Finally I get to see one for realsies.  Actually, I've probably seen them before but just filed them under "bull/bison" and paid little attention to them.

For gar's past lives: Rhino.  (btw gar: your new nickname is Ry-sauce.  Ask lar.)

He's not only the president of the hair club for male condors...

The stroller is getting to her...

She's got stroller madness!

Can you see her losing her mind?

Wow, somebody start singing "proud to be an american," quick. 

This one is for our Missouri Christmas card so they don't think we're terrorists.  Actually, the eagle is caged, so they'll think we definitely ARE terrorists. 

Ok, this picture sucks, but there is a reason.  Before I could get my camera out, lucie stood up against the glass and this crazy monkey/ape came running towards her and banged on the glass and shrieked right in her face!!!  It was nuts!  She freaked out a bit, but didn't cry.  She just backed up like 2 inches and kind of screamed back.  I rescued her in a fatherly manner and snapped this crap photo on the way out.  It was awesome.  

My all time favorite animal at any zoo.  When I win the lottery and lose my mind I will have a house full of these guys.  And lots of poop.

Name that movie:

"What's the fastest land animal?"

"The Cheetah.  Next?"

P.S. T-minus 25 days and counting until this:


Err...I mean, this:

J'aime trop ces gar(upside-down 5)ons!

More Med School Fun

Listen to the lecture:


Sadly even this bit is ruined for me as I only notice the errors I made:

Ah, the good old days

Man I sure blink the crap out myself. Oh, and don't let me get my haircut like that ever again.

more more more

Scary wildlife spotted in my apartment.

Lucie wouldn't take her hands out of her pockets.  Even to buy beer!

Lucie spotted this family pic in the making.

Ready for the tundra.

At the butterfly museum: giant South American Hissing Cockroaches.  Yas;dlfkhjalk;sdjfklajsdfjasldkfj.   yuck.

Again, yuck.

Dave held the friggin' tarantula!

55 degrees in February!

This is Lucie watching Yo Gabba Gabba.  Her daddy held the same pose.  

pics

Every few months I have a scare where I nearly (or actually) lose a bunch of really important files. For example, a bunch of music, or all of my childhood photos that I have spent countless hours organizing and assigning dates to. Ironically the last time I nearly lost all my music was when I was attempting to upgrade to better back-up software. I thought I had lost all of my pictures on my computer yesterday, and after sever small heart attacks, got it all back. Today, I went and bought me a big-ole hard drive (and it glows all perty, too) and doubly backed up all my pictures. At least it allowed me to peak at some pics I hadn't seen in a long time. Here's a couple:

I knew there was a reason I liked Moab.


This picture is France to me.


Well, so is this picture. Look at that funny milk in boxes. Mmm...and limonade. Delicious.

Oh, and a belated happy birthday to my Grandmother. Why do old photos look so amazing? I'm going to drop my camera a few times to see if it will start taking pictures like this:

Episode IV

no more whining

Well, that last list was rather depressing. Why don't we cite the top reasons why my job is totally sweet:

#8) Free Viagra..................................................pens.
#7) I Understand why House is so cranky all the time.
#6) My white coat has more flair than the required 4 pieces.
#5) I can think of a medical acronym for almost any 3-letter combination, which makes sitting in traffic that much more exciting thanks to my shared love of license plates.
#4) People occasionally get better!
#3) I wear pajamas to work most days. And comfy shoes.
#2) I get to see what your kidneys, bladders, and (occasionally) other organs look like from the inside!
and finally [again, drum roll...]
#1) All the grape juice and graham crackers you can eat!!!



P.S. I am still quite annoyed that nobody in Africa south of Egypt has bothered to check out this blog. I will now list every African Nation in a thinly-veiled (we're talking picometer-thin) attempt to get their attention. This will also be a helpful reference for you all the next time someone asks you where, say, Tanzania is.
South Africa
Egypt
Nigeria
Algeria
Morocco
Sudan
Angola
Libya
Tunisia
Kenya
Ethiopia
Tanzania
Cameroon
Côte d'Ivoire
Uganda
Ghana
Equatorial Guinea
Botswana
Senegal
Gabon
Madagascar
Congo-Kinshasa
Mozambique
Burkina Faso
Chad
Zambia
Mauritius
Mali
Congo-Brazzaville
Benin
Namibia
Malawi
Guinea
Niger
Rwanda
Burundi
Zimbabwe
MauritaniaSomalia
Swaziland
Togo
Sierra Leone
Eritrea
Cape Verde
Central African Republic
Lesotho
Djibouti
Seychelles
Liberia
Gambia
Comoros
Guinea-Bissau
São Tomé and Príncipe

less common synonym for random

Now that I've figured out to post mobile-y, I can finally remember to blog all the random little thoughts that occur to me during the day. Welcome to the stream of consiousness series!


Words that me cringe (and honestly I don't know why):

1. Nectar

2. Buckle

3. [Ask me sometime, it's PG-13]



In other news (remember that blog that we forgot about?):
You know that scene in the Wizard of Oz when Dorothy has just killed the wicked witch and the oh-eee-oh...e-ooooh-oh guy gives her the broom? Unless my memory is skewed, as he's handing it to her he says:
"Here...and take it with you."
What? So, the "here" part wasn't clear? "And" take it with you? Just in case she thought he was giving it to her but expected her to leave it at the castle on display, museum-style?



I have had enough unpleasant experiences interrupting folks in the restroom (one was enough) that now I have to jiggle the handle of the door 3 or 4 times loudly before I dare open it. Kind of like firing a warning shot across her bow.



Have you ever been yelled at for no reason? Have you ever tried to calmly explain to someone that your actions are motivated by concern and knowldege only to receive a tyrade of accusations that you are cruel, heartless, and bad at your chosen profession? If not, I recommend you try it: it's a blast.



Worst parts of my job in rank order:

#6) 3:45 a.m. alarm
#5) The magical Pager Fairy will page you to a number that, when immediately called back, will be busy, or not answer after 50 rings.
#4) Enduring 8+ years of "higher education" only to be made to feel like a complete idiot on a daily basis
#3) Seeing my daughter for < or = 1.5 hours per day.
#2) When a hot dog vendor screws up his job, you don't get your hot dog. When I screw up my job...
[drum roll]
#1) Not a day goes by that I don't smell that homeless, drunken, tobacco, poopy, urine smell. Not a single day.

Awesome.

Due for another long post.

But it's not going to happen now.


Somebody is funny.


Lucie caught a Dr. Seuss disease.


Kind of sad when the best family photo ever taken was done in a 1-token sketch booth at Chuck E. Cheese's.


Oh, and by the way...

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Announcement

Isn't any body going to listen to my story?

Just watched this:

I liked it. Of course, it's cheating to use those songs.

Remember this stuff?

Delicious.  I even ate the stick!  My brain still can't shake the long-held notion that the stick is actually made of chalk.  

Seen on every computer at my work.  I try to model rolls as often as I can.  

This is what a 30 hour shift looks like.  Damn, I look good.  

Actually, I kind of look like this guy.  I wish lungs really were made of nerds ropes.  

Some "artwork" at another hospital where I work.  "Here you go, folks: Let's inspire confidence by painting giant bacteria on the walls!"

Although I tend to get the blahs with wintertime, it does bring one of my favorite things: snow-junk.  I live to kick this crap off my mudflaps.  [insert mudflap joke here]

Remember when I hated Chuck. E Cheese's?  

Well it totally redeemed itself.  It turns out that all Lucie wants to do is put the quarters in.  Then daddy gets to play the games!!!  (how do you think I won that lik-m-aid?)

Well, she likes rides, too, I guess.  And yes, that is Thomas's occiput.  Koelpin's in the hizzy!

What win I if I gain the thing I seek?

A dream, a breath, a froth of fleeting joy?

Who buys a minute's mirth to wail a week

Or sells eternity to get a toy?

For one sweet grape, who will the vine destroy?

Or what fond beggar but to touch the crown

would with the scepter straight be stricken down?

Not only does she recite Shakespeare...

And speaking of wailing:

blogworthy

First, a look at young radiohead:

Just awesome.

And now, a photospree:

Blurry, but dad's favorite hat.


Churchfest.


Tee-hee.


First family photo in AGES.


She wants so badly to step in the snow.


She thinks she can get away with it.  


Uncle sam from today's special.  

The getaway.  

The End.  

p.s. I have millions of things I'd like to blog about, but I must awaken in 7 hours.  Off to bed for me.