Interesting read….

January 4, 2012

The Top 10 Reasons Why You Should Not Go To Medical School… And The Single Reason You Should

By Ali Binazir MD

Why you should not go to medical school – a gleefully biased rant.

In the few years since I’ve graduated from medical school, there has been enough time to go back to medical practice in some form, but I haven’t and don’t intend to, so quit yer askin’, dammit.  But of course, people keep on asking.  Their comments range from the curious — “Why don’t you practice?” — to the idealistic — “But medicine is such a wonderful profession!” — to the almost hostile — “Don’t you like helping people, you heartless ogre you?”

Since it’s certain that folks will continue to pose me this question for the rest of my natural existence, I figured that instead of launching into my 15-minute polemic on the State of Medicine each time, interrupting the flow of Hefeweizen on a fine Friday eve, I could just write it up and give them the URL.  So that’s what I did.

Now, unfettered by my prior obligations as an unbiased pre-med advisor, here are the myriad reasons why you should not enter the medical profession and the one (count ‘em — one) reason you should.  I have assiduously gone through these arguments and expunged any hint of evenhandedness, saving time for all of you who are hunting for balance.  And here are the reasons:

1) You will lose all the friends you had before medicine.

You think I’m kidding here.  No, I’m not: I mean it in the most literal sense possible.   I have a friend in UCLA Med School who lives 12min away, and I’ve seen her once — in three years.  I saw her more often when she lived in Boston and I was in LA, no foolin’.

Here’s the deal: you’ll be so caught up with taking classes, studying for exams, doing ward rotations, taking care of too many patients as a resident, trying to squeeze in a meal or an extra hour of sleep, that your entire life pre-medicine will be relegated to some nether, dust-gathering corner of your mind.  Docs and med students don’t make it to their college reunions because who can take a whole weekend off?  Unthinkable.

And so those old friends will simply drift away because of said temporal and physical restrictions and be replaced by your medical compadres, whom you have no choice but to see every day.  Which brings us to…

2) You will have difficulty sustaining a relationship and will probably break up with or divorce your current significant other during training.

For the same reasons enumerated above, you just won’t have time for quality time, kid.  Any time you do have will be spent catching up on that microbiology lecture, cramming for the Boards, getting some sleep after overnight call and just doing the basic housekeeping of keeping a Homo medicus upright and functioning.  When it’s a choice between having a meal or getting some sleep after being up for 36 hrs vs. spending quality time with your sig-o, which one wins, buddy?  I know he/she’s great and all, but a relationship is a luxury that your pared-down, elemental, bottom-of-the-Maslow-pyramid existence won’t be able to afford.  Unless you’ve found some total saint who’s willing to care for your burned-out carapace every day for 6-8 years without complaint or expectation of immediate reward (and yes, these people do exist, and yes, they will feel massively entitled after the 8 years because of the enormous sacrifice they’ve put in, etc etc).

3) You will spend the best years of your life as a sleep-deprived, underpaid slave.

I will state here without proof that the years between 22 and 35, being a time of good health, taut skin, generally idealistic worldview, firm buttocks, trim physique, ability to legally acquire intoxicating substances, having the income to acquire such substances, high liver capacity for processing said substances, and optimal sexual function, are the Best Years of Your Life.  And if you enter the medical profession during this golden interval, you will run around like a headless chicken trying to appease various superiors in the guise of professor, intern, resident, chief resident, attending and department head, depending on your phase of devolution; all the while skipping sleep every fourth day or so and getting paid about minimum wage ($35k-$45k/yr for 80-100 hrs/wk of work) or paying through the nose (med school costing about $40-80k/yr).  Granted, any job these days involves hierarchy and superiors, but none of them keep you in such penury for so long. Speaking of penury…

4) You will get yourself a job of dubious remuneration.

For the amount of training you put in and the amount of blood, sweat and tears medicine extracts from you (I’m not being metaphorical here), you should be getting paid an absurd amount of money as soon as you finish residency.  And by ‘absurd’, I mean ‘at least a third of what a soulless investment banker makes, who saves no lives, produces nothing of social worth, and is basically a federally-subsidized gambler’ (but that’s a whole different rant, ahem).

I mean, you’re in your mid-thirties. You put in 4 years of med school, and at least 4 years of residency (up to 8 if you’re a surgeon).  You even did a fellowship and got paid a pittance while doing that.  And for all the good you’re doing humanity — you are healing people, for godssakes —  you should get paid more than some spreadsheet jockey shifting around numbers, some lawyer defending tobacco companies or some consultant maximizing a client’s shareholder value, whatever the hell that means.

Right?  Wrong. For the same time spent out of college, your I-banking, lawyering and consulting buddies are making 2-5 times as much as you are.  At my tenth college reunion, friends who had gone into finance were near retirement and talking about their 10-acre parcel in Aspen, while 80% of my doctor classmates were still in residency, with an average debt of $100,000 and a salary of $40,000.

5) You will have a job of exceptionally high liability exposure.

But wait, it gets better.  Who amongst these professionals has to insure himself against the potential wrath of his own clients?  The investment banker’s not playing with his own money.  And even if he screws up to the tune of, oh, hundreds of billions of dollars, Uncle Sam’s there to bail him out (see: World History, 2008-2009).

The lawyers?  They’re doing the suing, not being sued.  But the doctors?  Ah.  Average annual liability premiums these days are around $30,000.  That goes up to $80,000 for an obstetrician-gynecologist (who remains liable for any baby s/he delivers until said infant turns 18) and into the six-digit realm for neurosurgeons.   Atul Gawande wrote a dynamite article about docs’ compensation in the 4 May 2005 issue of The New Yorker entitled Piecework — check it out.

6) You will endanger your health and long-term well-being.

The medical profession is bad for you.  Just ask any current doctor or med student.  You will eat irregularly, eat poorly when you do get the irregular meal (and so much for the now-outlawed drug-company sponsored meals — god bless their generous hearts and bottomless pockets), have way too much cortisol circulating in your system from all the stress you experience, have a compromised immune system because of all the cortisol in your blood, get sick more often because of the compromised immune system (and the perpetual exposure to disease – it’s a hospital where everybody’s sick, duh), and be perennially sleep-deprived.  If your residency is four years long, on average you will spend one of those years without any sleep.  A whole year of no sleep. Do you get that?  This is as bad for you as it is for patients — you’ve heard of Libby’s Law, right? Groggy doctors can kill patients when they don’t mean to.

Groggy docs can also hurt themselves.  One friend stuck herself with a needle as she was drawing blood from an HIV patient.  She’s fine now, but that was a good 9 months of panic (PS: she has since quit clinical medicine).  My good friend and college classmate James — a serious contender for the title of Nicest Guy on Earth – had a severe car accident one morning on the way to the hospital because he fell asleep behind the wheel.  Luckily, his airbag deployed and he didn’t suffer long-term injuries.  Everyone seems to know already that medical care can kill patients (haven’t read The House of God by Samuel Shem yet?  Go get it now – brilliant and the second funniest book I’ve ever read, after Catch -22), but it’s usually news that it can kill the docs, too.

7) You will not have time to care for patients as well as you want to.

This is how the math works: Many patients, few of you — usually one, unless your name is Tara with florid multiple-personality disorder (no, it ain’t the same as schizophrenia).  So you have to take care of many patients.  And if they’re in the hospital, that means they’re really sick, otherwise they’d still be at home.

So you are scurrying around trying to take care of all of them at once, which means that each individual patient can only get a little bit of your time.  Which means that you won’t have a chance to sit at the bedside of that sweet old vet and hear his stories of Iwo Jima.  Or get to the bottom of why that LOL (little old lady — medical slang’s been around way longer than internet slang, buddy) can’t get her daughter to come visit.  Or to do any of that idealistic stuff that you cooked up in your adolescent brain about really connecting with patients.

Get a grip!  This is about action, about taking care of business, about getting shit done, about making that note look sharp because the attending is coming to round in an hour and he’s a hardass, and that’s the difference your passing and getting recommended for honors, so get on it already and quit yakking with the gomer (which is an older patient with so many problems you should have never let him/her get admitted in the first place — stands for get out of my ER, and I didn’t make it up the acronym, so direct your righteously indignant wrath elsewhere, thank you very much). It’s about CYA — cover your ass.  For better or for worse, you just start to treat patients as problems and illness-bearing entities for the sake of mental efficiency (“55yo WM s/p rad prostatectomy c hx CHF & COPD”), which does not do much for your empathetic abilities.  Which brings us to…

8) You will start to dislike patients — and by extension, people in general.

OK, so now you’re overworked, underpaid, underfed, and sleep-deprived.  Whose fault is that?  Well, it’s not really the hospital’s fault — it’s just drawn that way.  And it’s not your boss’s fault, because somebody has to take care of patients, and he can’t do it because he’s the boss, duh.

So whom to blame?  Ah yes — patients.  It’s the patients’ fault!  They’re the ones creating all the work! The ones who get in the way of your nap, your catching your favorite TV show, having an uninterrupted meal, getting together with your sig-o for some therapeutic nookie.  How dare the gomer in 345E have an MI while you’re watching CSI?  Does she have any consideration, letting her blood pressure tank to 40 over palp at 3.30am, while you’re making out with Elle MacPherson on the shores of Bora Bora (assuming you’re lucky enough to be actually asleep)?  The logic may be twisted — patients, on the whole, don’t get sick voluntarily just to spite you – but it is deeply ingrained in medical culture.  Heck, there’s even a slang term for it: a hit.  As in, “We got four hits on our admitting shift at the ER today.”  Hit — the same way you would be struck by a mortar, or a shell, or a bomb.  Getting hit is a Bad Thing.

Patients aren’t people, you see — they are potentially lethal disasters that can explode all over the place and ruin your whole day. “We got hit again” — one more patient to take care of, says the resident.

But really, is that resident blameless?  Or how about Dr Hardass the attending and his intransigent ways?  Hell, they’re at fault, too!

Soon the circle of blame expands to the outer reaches of the cosmos, and every potentially accountable organism from amoeba to blue whale will be personally responsible for your misery.  But lest you think we’ve forgotten you, patients, remember — it’s all still your fault.

9) People who do not even know you will start to dislike you.

Once upon a day, in a time somewhere between the Cretaceous and Triassic eras, physicians were held in awe and respect by the general public.  Their seeming omniscience was revered, and TV shows like Marcus Welby MD glorified their empathetic sangfroid and cool grace.  Heck, they were even considered sexy or something.

I only noticed in recent years that this ain’t the case no more, and doctors rank on the contempt scale somewhere above meter maids and at or just below divorce lawyers (but still much higher than I-bankers and other invertebrates).  The average Joe and Janet are tired of the ever-rising cost of medical care, tired of all the stories of malpractice, tired of the perceived greed of the pharmaceutical firms, tired of the heartless profit-focussed practices of insurance companies.

But where do they pin their frustration?  To whom can they direct their ire?  Insurance and drug companies are nameless, faceless entities, as are hospitals.  We need a person to blame, like a nurse or a doc.  Nurses are overworked and massively underpaid, so it doesn’t really make sense to get mad at them.  But doctors — those darn Mercedes-driving, Armani-wearing, private-school using, golf-playing arriviste docs!  By being the most visible symbol of the medical profession, the doctor will have the dubious distinction of being the scapegoat for all its maladies.  Fair?  Hell no — we already told you docs are overworked, underpaid, and often railing at the same injustices Joe and Janet are.  Most of them don’t even play golf!  (They don’t have time.  Except for dermatologists).  But such it is.  Just letting you know which direction the rotten tomatoes are flying so you can consciously choose to stand at the ‘toss’ or ‘splat’ end of the trajectory.

10) You’re not helping people nearly as much as you think.

So by now I may have managed to inspire your righteous indignation with some of the things I’ve said about the medical profession.  But maybe in the back of your head, you were still thinking, “Well, even though it sounds like a bunch of black bitter bile, he does kinda sorta have a point.”  In which case, I’ve almost certainly lost you on this one: “Whaddya mean you’re not helping people?  Isn’t that what medicine is all about?”

Well, actually, yes and no.  Sure, there is the immediate gratification of delivering a baby, fixing someone’s eyesight with LASIK, catching a melanoma before it causes trouble, or prescribing some thermonuclear antibiotics to kick a nasty bronchitis before it becomes lethal pneumonia.

But, depending on the field you choose, most of the time you’re not doing that.  You’re treating chronic conditions that are self-inflicted: emphysema, obesity, cardiovascular disease, diabetes.  Moreover, patients tend to be non-compliant — they basically don’t do what you tell ‘em to do (NB: mea culpa).  In fact, you too are probably one of those non-compliant patients who doesn’t exercise more, eat healthier, and take pills as they’re prescribed.  Anecdotally, 50%+ of prescribed medications are taken incorrectly or never.

So there you are, like Cuchulain the legendary Celtic warrior, wading into the ocean and, in your rage, trying to fight the invulnerable tide and improve the health of your patients.  You pour all your earnestness, good intentions and expertise into it, and — not a whole lot happens.  Your efforts bear no fruit.  So you suck it down and move on, sustained by the occasional kid who does get better, that eyesight that does improve, that bronchitis that doesn’t turn into pneumonia.  Win some, lose many more.

And now, the only reason why you should go into medicine:

You have only ever envisioned yourself as a doctor and can only derive professional fulfillment in life by taking care of sick people.

There’s really no other reason, and lord knows the world needs docs.  Prestige, money, job security, making mom happy, proving something, can’t think of anything else to do, better than being a lawyer, etc are all incredibly bad reasons for becoming a doc.

You should become a doc because you always wanted to work for Médecins Sans Frontières and your life will be half-lived without that.  You should become a doc because you want to be the psychiatrist who makes a breakthrough in schizophrenia treatment.  You should become a doc because you love making sick kids feel better and being the one to reassure the parents that it’ll all be OK, and nothing else in the world measures up to that.  Or as my general surgery resident put it, you should become a doc because “my dad was an ass surgeon, my big brother’s an ass surgeon, and by god I’m going to become an ass surgeon.”

But woe betide you if there’s anything else, anything at all, that would also give you that fulfillment. Because pursuit of medicine would preclude chasing down that other dream and a whole lot more – a dream that could be much bigger, much more spectacular, much more enriching for yourself and humanity than being a physician.  Just ask John Keats, Walker Percy, Sir Arthur Conan Doyle, Giorgio Armani, or Michael Crichton (some of these guys being more alive than others these days).  Or you can just ask me a few years down the road, by which time I should have a blog entry for that question, too.

About: Dr. Ali Binazir has an A.B. magna cum laude from Harvard College, M.D. from the University of California San Diego School of Medicine, M.Phil. from Cambridge University and is a Certified Clinical Hypnotherapist and NLP Master Practitioner.  has written books that include the #1 rated dating book on Amazon, The Tao of Dating as well as for the Huffington Post. He blogs at Ali Binazir

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January 2, 2012

I’ve got big hopes for you, 2012…  but I suppose I should reflect on 2011 first. You know, give it the graceful exit it deserves before celebrating the awesomeness that 2012 will bring. I’ve never been so happy to wave farewell to a year before because honestly, 2011, you were kinda a bitch. But as I look back, a lot of great things/changes happened that I wouldn’t trade for anything.

So goodbye 2011…this is your graceful exit! While you were a huge bitch, it was nice knowin’ ya… thanks for the memories.

2012, you better bring it… I’ve got a lot going on and need you to be nice to me.  Thanks.

Love, Lisa


The sis & me

The Fam 2012!


Catch-up Time!! Philly Edition 2011

December 2, 2011

I’m sitting here at a little coffee shop up the block from a friend’s apartment I’m crashing at…  its the only wifi I have access to in the next 3 weeks. I’m in Philly for the month of December for my LAST audition rotation! woot woot!! I can’t wait to be done with this nonsense… SO. OVER. IT. I’m thankful my friend lives here so I can, not only crash at her place for free, but catch up with her! She’s doing great, suffering through residency as most of my friends are and is ENGAGED! I’m so happy for her and she’s super happy!! yayyyyyyy for love & happiness!! She totally deserves it… she was my FIRST friend when I moved to FL and is an awesome, laid back girl. One of the few people I keep in touch with from school.

So far I’ve worked 2 shifts and its a bore… this particular campus I’m at is super slow so I sit for hours doing nothing. However, its probably a blessing in disguise b/c I’m exhausted. AND it gives me time to write a blog, which I haven’t done in FOREVER. Not that I have anything exciting to write about anyways….  ha. Before starting this rotation, I got the chance to fly to Ft. Lauderdale and visit with Stephen and SLEEP IN MY OWN BED. Its amazing how you take it for granted when you’re out traveling like a friggin’ nomad for these rotations. And before that mini-Thanksgiving vacay, I was in the Bronx for 2 weeks for a brief, fly-by rotation. That was a SHIT-SHOW for real!!!! OMG…  let me just say that I saw a LOT of interesting things while I was there and I feel better about my skills in managing patients. They’re so understaffed that residents/students end up doing a lot of ancillary things like putting in the IV, drawing labs…etc. I didn’t mind it… I finally got more comfortable at doing it. You literally were doing 15-20 lines in your 8 hr shift! Its one of those residencies where you’re basically learning as you go… I think I’d do well there. Not that I want to be living anywhere near the Bronx, but hey… I’d be a helluva ER doc when I’m done with that program. I’d get some amazing training there for sure. Got an interview next week… so fingers crossed guys!!

One of my school buddies is actually a resident in the Bronx so it was cool to be able to work with him and GO TO KOREATOWN AGAINNNNNNNNN!!!! He’s actually Chinese but I introduced him to the awesome-ness of Korean food so now he & his wife love it too. Plus, I totally thought he was Korean when I met him at Nova… he definitely looks more Korean than Chinese. LoL…  anyways….  We met up in the city and wandered around all over. We had Japanese hot noodle bowls for lunch and later met up with his wife to eat Korean BBQ and thennnnn went to a Korean bakery for dessert. I swear, if I live there I’d be in K-town EVERYDAY. Mmmmm….  I’m totally a Korean for sure. 🙂

Its been an interesting couple of months… and I’m looking forward to all of this to come to an end. I can’t wait til Match is over and I know where I’m going. Like I said, I’M. SO. OVER. IT. The anxiety of it all… the exhaustion of traveling….the crazy, whacked out ER schedules….missing my bed…..missing my boyfriend….. ughhhhhhhhhhhhhh. On top of it all, I’ve been eating like a fat girl and NOT being able to work out consistently has NOT done wonders for my figure. hahahaha….  ::::smh:::::

Well… its about time to head back to the apartment…  perhaps the next time I’ll blog will be at the end of December. I’m going home for Christmas!! Woot woot!!!!!!!


….til the next catch-up update…….


City that never sleeps….

October 15, 2011

Its been a while since my last post but I finally have enough free time to actually think. Its the end of Week 2 of my pediatric emergency medicine showcase rotation and seriously, I’m exhausted. I wake up in the morning and drive to work before the sun rises and get off of work after the sun has already set. I miss the sun during the week! This weekend is my ‘golden weekend’ which basically means I’m off of work. Golden, indeed. I took my golden weekend seriously and decided to travel to the city and explore.

Hellllloooooo Newwww Yorrrrkkkkk!!!!  There’s an old friend from my mom’s church that lives here so we spoke on the phone briefly last night and decided to meet for lunch today. I caught the LIRR (Long Island Rail Road) to Penn Station and walked up to 31st & 8th. I spoke with my friend Kevin on the phone and he said “walk 1 block north and 2 blocks east and we’ll meet up on that corner by Broadway”. I literally LoL’d on the phone and was like “yeah, ok. I’ll figure it out”. So I picked a direction and just started walking… I noticed an Asian guy walking by and followed him up a block. I happened to look down at some crumpled newspapers on the curb and noticed they were written in Korean. I thought to myself “hmmm… guess I’m close to Ktown!!”. I kept walking and noticed more and more and more Asians around so I KNEW that I was headed the right way!!! I followed them for a couple blocks and got to Broadway. As I was standing at the corner trying to figure out which way I’d go, I saw Kevin standing on the opposite corner of the intersection!  Hahahaaa… thank you Asians of New York City for guiding me to Koreatown. I knew I could count on you.  😉

We walked a couple blocks to Koreatown and I got excited! Its basically one strip of Korean businesses and alllllllll the delicious Korean food you can eat. So of course, when in Rome….

The feast I had for lunch

I’ll admit that I’ve had some pretty tasty pizza and bagels since I’ve been here but this, my friends, has been the BEST meal I’ve had in NY.  Good ol’ Korean food… complete with octopus braised in spices and tossed with thick noodles, kimchi jigae, friend mackeral and of course, all the little delicious side dishes (banchan). Your girl was in HEAVEN today. My thanks goes out to Kunjip Korean Restaurant!!! Mmmmmmmm…..

After lunch, Kevin and I went to Starbucks (there’s one on EVERY block, I swear!!) for a pick-me-up and walked to Madison Square Park in the Flatiron District. He went off to study and I just drank the rest of my coffee while I people-watched. People watching is probably one of my favorite things to do and New York definitely does NOT disappoint. There are some VERY interesting characters walking around the city… and I say characters b/c some of them are in costume. NO JOKE. I saw a man whose outfit was made out of newspapers… pretty clever if you ask me. I saw Alice from Alice in Wonderland as well as Dorothy from the Wizard of Oz. I also saw some comic book characters that I’m unfamiliar with… I heard something about Comic Con on the train ride over so I think its going on now in the city. Then there are your usual ‘crazies’ that push their shopping carts full of their treasures and talk to themselves, the preachers that are holding up signs that say ‘Repent!!!’, the guys on the corner trying to convince you they’re the ‘next big thing’ so buy their janky CD, the other guys on the sidewalk pitching their “100% authentic Louis Vuitton purses”…  so many interesting people. I could people watch ALLLL day…  seriously.

And of course I had to do some shopping…  only at places that I know aren’t available in FL of course!! I skipped Macy’s, JC Penney’s…etc. I went straight to H&M which was a friggin’ MAD HOUSE. I can’t shop in madness… LoL. I started having anxiety sweats so I didn’t spend too much time in there but I did manage to buy some winter essentials (scarf, gloves, fluffy hat, etc) and a couple of tops. Then I headed over to the Levi store only to be reminded of how short my legs are AND how large my waist is. BOO. While I did try on a multitude of jeans, I’m deferring making a Levi’s purchase for after some working out. 😦 The good thing that came out of that store visit is that I know I’m a ‘Demi Curve’. I couldn’t tell you what that means but I was measured (in front of everyone in the store!!! <<<sweats>>>>) and the jeans that were chosen made my ass look nice. That at least made me feel good. After I stopped sweating of course….  haha.

The rest of my trip is pretty boring so I won’t bother explaining. I basically walked around and people-watched and shopped. I ate a pretzel which tasted DIVINE…  couldn’t bring myself to eat a dirty water hot dog from a vendor. One day I’ll be brave enough to do it… but today wasn’t the day. LoL. I caught the 6:30pm train back to Long Island and here I am…

Definitely going back to the city soon…  possibly tomorrow??? I’m not sure quite yet but I’ll let you guys know!! The goal before I leave: I want to hit up Central Park, the Empire State building, Ellis Island, Statue of Liberty….  all the touristy things of course!

Here are some photos I took on my walk to Ktown…. I was documenting my adventure! LoL

Is that a Korean flag I see??? Getting warm....

Korea Way????? Hellllls yeahhhhh..... we're gettin' HOT

I made it!!!


And so it has begun…

September 30, 2011

I think I was in denial that it was happening buttttt….  here I am in the middle of nowhere North Carolina in a Hampton Inn. I’m headed to New York for the start of my elective rotations. Gahhhhh… I’m nervous/excited/anxious/gonna cryyyyyy!!!  Good news: I’ll be working in an emergency department. Bad news: I won’t see Stephen for a LONG time!!  Boo.

I’ll have more of an update later. Just thought I’d write a quick note before I go to bed. We have an early morning and are finishing the trip to New York!




September 27, 2011

The whole blogging thing is pretty new for me but I’ve tried really hard to remember to take more pictures. I think I’ve been doing pretty good with it… however, I then forget to post them and write about them. Ugh!

So I will now take the time to post some pictures and get up to date… or at least attempt to get up to date!

Some time last month, I met up with my dear friend Justin & his boyfriend Ricardo. Justin just moved into his new condo recently & I hadn’t been by to visit the new place. He invited me over for dinner and this was the deliciousness that was served:

Delicious appetizers

Fancy table settings

Chicken Parm & Pasta!!! Yummmm

I dunno about you but I love Groupon because it gives me an opportunity to try new foods around the area. I’ve never had Thai before so I was super excited about a Groupon to Thai Spice. Its a restaurant on E. Commercial that I’ve seen the sign for many, many, many times. Stephen & I went to try it and it was DELICIOUS!! (expensive… even WITH the Groupon… but DELICIOUS nonetheless…)  Here’s what I got for dinner:

The most expensive/delicious fried fish I've ever had

As you all know, I was able to visit Shreveport for about a HOT second so of course, there are a few things I try to EAT every time I visit. Southern Maid is one of those things that can’t be beat. I’ve NEVER had a donut better than a Southern Maid donut. I’ve tried Dunkin’ Donuts, Krispy Kreme and even little mom & pop donut shops. They don’t even come CLOSE. And my dad being the awesome dad that he is… he went & picked some up EARLY in the morning so they were deliciously warm & soft for breakfast. I pray that all of you get the opportunity to have one of these donuts melt in your mouth at least once in your life!!

Happiness in a Box


For all of you that know me, you guys know that I am OBSESSED with my dog. In my personal opinion, he’s the best dog to have EVER roamed this earth. LoL. I take pictures at every opportunity and no, I have no shame about it.

Getting ready for our trip to Susan's place!!

Lincoln lovin' on Sue Bear lovin' on Susan

Hehe!! Lincoln=Happy!!!!

Annnnd last but not least, I have some random photos I took at this huge candy store at the Sawgrass Mills Mall which is a huge outlet mall (which its really not b/c I there are a lot of stores that aren’t outlet & are still expensive). They had so many different kinds of candies… a huge bar of different gummy candies that you could pick’n’choose. And they even had a Jelly Belly WALL… yum.

Wall of jelly beans

Perfect shirt for Katie!!

Goofy-lookin' toy that made me laugh...

GIANT box of Nerds... bigger than a cereal box!

uh... winning?

Interesting candy/drink.... I dunno why you would buy this...

So that, folks, is all… hope you enjoyed the photo collection/update!



September 20, 2011

My trip back to the South is coming to an end… tomorrow I’m flying back to FLL.  At this very moment in time, I am seriously FULL. OF. FOOOOODDDD!!!! I’ve been fed incredibly well today… LoL. My mom felt a little guilty about not being able to cook many home-cooked meals so when we drove out to Dallas today, she made sure that she 1. took my sister & I out to eat lunch at a Korean restaurant and 2. she cooked TWO different dishes for us to eat for dinner. She’s so funny…  I’m glad we got to spend some one-on-one time today. Unfortunately its finals week for my sister so we had to drop her off at school after lunch.  😦  Here’s a little recap of our day:

My mom & I woke up early and left Bossier around 8:30am and made it to Dallas around 11:30ish. We picked my sister up at her apartment and made our way to the KoMart plaza. We went to Sura Korean Bistro and had a lunch FEAST! Dropped my sister off at school…  went BACK to the same shopping plaza to get a few things at KoMart, a Korean market. Picked up some of my favorite snacks, kimchi and seaweed! We picked up some bakery items at KoMart but then we went to the Korean bakery next door and picked up MORE delicious baked goodies. Mmmm…. I swear, its a wonder I’m not 350lbs.  :::sigh:::  After our shopping excursion, we headed out to Wal-mart for a few things and then Starbucks for a pick-me-up. By the time we got home, I was exhausted!! My mom got her second wind after sucking down the Starbucks so she was like a mad-man in the kitchen. She got to cooking and put me to work to peel the bean sprouts (even though I was half asleep). She successfully whipped up spanish rice with beans & potatoes, a pot of kimchi soup with tofu AND bean sprout kimchi AND cucumber kimchi. Y.U.M. That woman works miracles in the kitchen….      She finished up and headed out to start driving back home. I’m flying out of Dallas so I stayed behind… and here I am, sitting in my sister’s apartment stuffed to the brim of spanish rice, beans & potatoes and kimchi soup.  All I ate today was Korean food…  my favorite kind of day!!

While that was the better half of the day, I was disappointed in the latter half. I purposely made my flight to leave late on Tuesday to hang out with a friend I haven’t seen in years. I’m trying to keep in mind “The Four Agreements” in that I’m trying not to take things personally. I have no idea what that friend has going on in their lives so I’m REALLY, seriously…trying NOT to take it personally…..but I can’t help but be disappointed. I guess I had a feeling that I probably wouldn’t get to see them but I was hoping I would…  I can’t help but think the avoidance is on purpose. I don’t feel there’s any effort on their part… just a book of excuses after excuses. I thought maybe it was just in my head so I asked three different people their thoughts. ALL THREE agreed on three separate discussions that I was justified in feeling the way I felt. Makes me wonder what REALLY is going on in their lives…  I wish them well. But whatever hope I had in rekindling a lost friendship has kind of fizzled…    we’ll see what happens I guess.