stuck between whore-o-ween and babyween

Oh, was that offensive? Try being in my shoes.

I will say that Halloween is great--candy, parties, dressing up--all things I enjoy doing. For a while, I even loved Halloween...but that was back in college. Forget the one day pass for it to be perfectly acceptable, or rather encouraged, to dress like a complete skankwad, we celebrated all week long. A look back on a few of my favorites:


{my lovely roommates -minus my sister with the boobs  on the left}


{golddigger}

...which I borrowed from my UK exchange sister Hannah, who obviously did it much better than myself....



I didn't even think England celebrated Halloween.


{Bob the Builder}


{motocross racer}
....oops, that one wasn't even for Halloween---my bad!

Sadly, all Halloween fun came to a halt last year when I realized that old married women don't dress up unless they are 1. Hosting some ridiculous costume party, 2. Going to said costume party, or 3. Toting your adorable babies dressed as a herd of fluffy, white sheep. I just happen to have witnessed #3 waltz through my office yesterday and it was so damn cute I could have cried.

But, since I am not doing any of those 3 things I think it's best Ross & I lay low for the night. Or go out--which might be a better option so I don't have to feel all bad when #3 shows up on my doorstep to find us watching a movie in the dark with the door locked.

Happy Halloween ya'll!

Hot Docs

No, I'm not talking about THE Doctors...although that Travis Stork is pretty good looking. I'm talking about MY doctor. My obgyn to be exact.

How did you pick your primary care doc? Is it because that's who you (and your mother, grandmother, and neighbor's cousin's great aunt) havealways gone to? Does s/he have 4.5 out of 5 stars on HealthGrades? Or, were you lazy and didn't pick a PCP so your health plan automatically assigned you to one? (damn those pesky health plans!)

I was {over}sharing with my coworkers this morning about my very first appointment with the obgyn today and took quite a bit of flack for my choice in PCPs. First, they couldn't believe that I'd never been to a specialist before, and then they gave me crap for chosing the one that I did. Apparently "hottness" is not criteria for selecting a PCP, but I beg to differ. Mind you, my entire career revolves around healthcare quality and while "hottness" is not a HEDIS (real quality measure index)  measure, it is a GINA (clever, huh?) measure.

Think about it: would you rather have a sloppy, overweight doc telling you that your BMI is a little higher than optimal, or a clean, physically fit (read: desirable looking) PCP who looks like he actually gives a damn about his own health, let alone yours.   Exactly.

So I held my chin high and went to my appointment. Generally, these poking-and-prodding type visits give me the heebie jeebies and it takes all I have to not throw up from being overly nervous,  but I have to say today wasn't bad. He had a super-nice MA and even took the time to ask me questions outside the typical "do you smoke" checklist. Maybe he was just trying to be nice because he could tell that I was nervous...sort of like how he also told me he could tell that I was a type-A perfectionist for going to the obgyn before I was actually pregnant, but at least he was trying.

Did I mention he won this year's quality award from my company, has 4.5 stars on HealthGrades, and  is pretty damn cute for a guy in his 40s?  BINGO!

I picked "Blonde & Dangerous" because "Neighborhood Watch" was already taken...

I did it! I have a fresh new blog and nobody knows about it...sweet.

I've been a "lurker" for quite some time now but I figured now is better than never to create my own bullhorn...I mean, blog. A few ground rules:

I am NOT...

• perfect, nor is my spelling, grammar, punctuation...you get the idea
• here to entertain you. My experiences may mean something to you, or they probably mean nothing at all. This is for my entertainment only...and quite frankly, I sometimes find myself to be pretty funny. Oh, and I figure it's a good way to chronicle all the things that go on in my crazy, busy life before I get too old and forget the fun things I used to do.
• a stay-at-home mom with a minivan full of maniacs kids. Heck, I'm not even a mom--yet (won't say I'm not trying...more on that later). I just happen to know that most bloggers are mommybloggers and I wanted to let you know that I most certainly am not that. *disclaimer: I have the utmost respect for all mommies, stay-at-home or otherwise.

I AM:

• a new-ish wife. I was blessed to marry my best friend a little over a year ago, and have been having the time of my life ever since. I've been with him for almost three years and wouldn't have it any other way.
• a workaholic, not always by choice. I absolutely love my job, and work long, crazy hours to get it all done.
• a wannabe domestic. I certainly enjoy cooking, cleaning, and the like...it's just the my point above doesn't always give me the time to partake in those sort of "activities". Plus, when I do get "free-time" I'd much rather chill out and drink beer with my hubby.
• a teensy bit dramatic and a lotta bit sarcastic. I make no apologies.