Midwifery books, Pregnancy books, anatomy & physiology books

Those are on my table right now.  And we're not talking 3 or four books.  We're talking ten.  On one table.  Because that's how many I need to get through my homework that's due tomorrow.  

And they aren't even cutting it.

None of us are quite sure how we were supposed to get our work done, because we're all having a hard time getting answers.  And it's not like I'm bad at researching.  I'm pretty good (if I do say so myself... and I do).  Google, Wikipedia, random online journals.  Ten textbooks.  Not helping.  

We all hope for some clarification this weekend.  

And now I'm off to create a costume of a seven month old embryo.  Yay!  

Photos! Yay!

I love mail-order photo companies.  I don't really have a preference.  Any place where I can order prints and get them mailed to me for half the price I like.  Because I like photos.  I like printing lots of them and putting them in albums and pasting them on my walls.  Almost free self-made art, yay.

Here are some of the new additions:  

Underside of a bridge, taken while on one of the super-cool architectural boat tours.

The Trump Tower, almost done.  A big shiny building.

A pretty little butterfly.  

So -- yay, photos!  I spend most of my afternoon putting these on the wall instead of working of Meredith's wedding dress.  

(Note to Meredith:  I was totally working on your dress all day.  Don't believe the lies.)  

And... that's all.  I like photos.

Food and dogs.

Well, I guess that title is misleading.  It connotes that I will be writing about how food and dogs relate to each other, or how they are somehow connected in some way.  Although they are related (that is, dogs do in fact eat food), I won't be speaking about their connections here today.  

I will be talking about bread.  Wonderous, beautifully edible bread. Finally. The only attribute I could have wished on this bread was for it to have had a slightly crispier crust. But it was soft, yes.  Tasteful, yes. Risen just enough but not so much that it ever even thought about falling.

It was so good that it was completely eaten in 48 hours. Yes -- that good.  Mmmm... bread.  Yum.

As for the dog part of the post:  I gave the dog a bath.  Which is good, because now he doesn't smell.  ...as much, anyway.  He's an old stinky mutt.  And his ears are pretty grimey sometimes, they need all the help they can get.  

Bad: because I, too, got a bath.  (I already had one today, thankyouverymuch).

My method is to fill up the tub with halfway soapy water, make him sit in it, and scrub him with soap.  Scrub him GOOD with soap.  His fur is somewhat water resistant, so I figure the more he is immersed in the water, the more clean he will be.  The problem was that Baloney seemed to think I was trying to drown him when I made him lay down in the tub for the first time.  He was SO freaked out.  So I have to hug him around his wet, soapy neck while I hold him down.  I've given up on staying dry.

Here he is, freshly bathed and still somewhat damp.  

The other part I hate about giving him baths?  The fact that he feels he must bathe himself afterwards.  He licks his paws (and everything else) until he's... I don't know.  Dry, maybe?  But this is obviously a very important part of the process.

What you may not know is that Baloney is pretty much deaf.  So he can't hear himself as he NOISILY BATHES HIMSELF.  It drives me nuts.  If he does this for too long, I throw something at him -- not rocks or anything, just small pens or bottle caps or something lightweight -- so that he stops.  

But I would rather him be not smelly.  Uck on dog smell.  Blech.

Bathe regularly, folks.