"Reanna, you'd make a good gynecologist."

Last night after eating an entirely absurd amount of food for someone who is trying to shed weight, I retired to my bedroom at the ridiculously early hour of 9pm. After putzing around for a couple of hours, I was about to head to bed when there was a gentle rapping, rapping at my chamber door. No, it was not a raven, but a dear friend I had not seen in awhile, the always lovable Jess. Excited to see her, myself and Liz emerged from our rooms to talk with her and Joy. In the midst of our lively conversations, Jess out stated very nonchalantly, "Reanna, you'd make a good gynecologist." It took me a second to realize that yes, she did just say that. I was immediately confused on many levels. First of all, Reanna and doctor go together about as well as

mongoose and cobra. Second, of all doctors, why a gynecologist? Third, what the hell was she talking about? Now you must realize, Jess says things like this often. An idea will pop into her head with very well thought out reasons attached to them. Nevertheless they can be confusing as they come out of left field. So after a good minute of laughing on every one's part, I asked if she cared to share why she thought that. She said she could easily see me in my nice black pants and heels in a white lab coat and glasses telling young women the dangers of birth control. I was very pleased with the explanation she gave me, and I took it as a great compliment that someone could see me capable of putting my passionate beliefs into great service.

The above picture shows the hostel take over of my beloved bed. The mutiny occurred when I went to relieve my bladder. Sneaky buggers. After much coaxing and a slight temper tantrum, I was able to recover my dear resting place. Let this be a warning to others: if you ever try such a feat, you will not win. I will use every weapon in my belt -- guilt, reverse psychology, the sword, etc. And let me remind you, I won last night.

Reanna-1 Everyone else-0

The Infirmaties of a Dear Friend

So I was in Madison last weekend visiting the one, the only, the lovely Breena a.k.a Kit. The last minute decision to go to Madison was a great idea, and just what I needed in the midst of all the life changes and the need to spend some quality time with one of my oldest and best friends. (This is the part where I give a shout out to Kit --HEY HEY!!) What could have been better than going to the Zoo, seeing Wall-E (which you all should definitely see), going to Target, and watching the Olympics?

But I have to admit that I was feeling pretty darn bad for my dear old friend. Apparently a week before I saw her, a blood vessel broke in her eye. I still squirm when I think about it. Unfortunately, this has left her eye very red. And being the polite person I am, when I got there and she came to the door I immediately blurted out, "what's up with your eye?" Then for the next day I wanted to avert my gaze from the poor girl's eye, kind of like when you are talking to someone with a lazy eye and you don't know what eye you should look at (no offense to the lazy eyed people out there). Fortunately for our friendship, I was able to get over my insensitive ways and look my hetero-life long mate* straight in the eye. No pun intended.

I could not help but posting this hilarious picture. Late one night as we were watching the gold medal match of table tennis -- that's right, I was surprised to hear that it was in the Olympics too -- we thought a picture of Breena showing her appreciation of the sport was appropriate. The result, the above, with a wonderful depiction of that red eye and Kit looking like a very "special" cross eyed fanatic of competitive ping-pong.

But Kit, I hope your eye is doing great.

*Definition of hetero-life long mate: Two female heterosexuals who want to have a committed friendship for the duration of both of their lives. For example, if both marry and their husbands die before them, they will live out the rest of their days together in a nursing home.

Conceit

Is it arrogant of me to start this blog? By the mere fact of me starting it, am I assuming that people will actually be interested in reading about me and hearing what I have to say? How about you, if you are reading this, you must have come to my blog for a reason. Are blogs a narcissistic outlet, or simply a forum for friends to get to know you better and a place where conversations can be had? I suppose it is too early in my blogging career to answer this question, or perhaps it is just too late at night.

But I do pose a question: Why do people have blogs?