Tuesday, October 30, 2007
I was 19 the 1st time I embroidered something. The words on it said "Today is the first day of the rest of your life." I've seen those words many times since then and always appreciate them.
Yesterday? We're powerless to change the past. Hopefully, life has been good to us and we have made more right choices then wrong. Also, that we have mostly positive memories, but that we are able to grow and learn through the difficult ones... becoming more forgiving and compassionate along the way. The difficult times can help us to appreciate moments of blessing, things to be thankful for.
Tomorrow? It's pointless and a waste of energy to worry about the future, totally sapping our living in the moment. Yes, we should be practical, plan and prepare. Yes, we should have dreams and goals and do what we can to effect positive changes and outcomes. And we should look forward with peace in our hearts and enthusiasm to whatever exciting and good things may be just around the corner, believing for the best...regardless of circumstances. Only God knows for sure what will happen tomorrow. We can take comfort in knowing that he has a perfect plan for each of us and will direct us accordingly ...if we allow him. Through him there is always hope for a better tomorrow.
Today? Carpe Diem... Seize the day! I have loved that Latin phrase ever since I first heard it in the movie, "Dead Poet's Society". (I thoroughly enjoyed that movie) Live in the moment. Today is all we have. Live with a joie de vivre...joy of life! Even amidst difficult circumstances...step outside them whenever possible and appreciate the beauty in simple things, the small pleasures of life... we all have those special things that bring a smile to our faces. Sometimes we get so caught up in the busyness or challenges of life that we forget what is around us...missing opportunities to receive a blessing in some way or from someone or to be a blessing...maybe making a profound difference in someone's life for the better.
Isn't it great that at any given moment in life we can choose to rise above circumstances, redirecting our paths for the better? We don't have to keep listening to the old tapes playing in our heads. We don't have to keep dancing the same dance. We can fly, fly, fly like an eagle if we choose to.
Today is a gift. Carpe diem!
Saturday, October 27, 2007
Friday, October 26, 2007
"Albert Snyder said Wednesday he had hoped for a private funeral for his son, Lance Cpl. Matthew Snyder."
"They turned this funeral into a media circus and they wanted to hurt my family," Snyder testified. "They wanted their message heard and they didn't care who they stepped over. My son should have been buried with dignity, not with a bunch of clowns outside." Link to article.
I don't understand this mentality. Why would anyone think it is alright to hurt other people this way? Clearly this pastor and congregation have taken things out of context.
The following is the comment I posted because it also concerns me that Christians can be perceived this way because of a small minority of people that pervert the true message of Jesus.
Sometimes things are done in the name of Christianity that God has NO PART OF…poor, misguided choices by human beings in these cases.
I am a Bible Believing Christian and I would never ever do anything like this to anyone! This is WRONG!
Jesus would never condone this behavior of hurting another person/people- name calling, violation of privacy, disrespect.
One only has to read about the life of Jesus to see what he would do and he never did anything hateful. He went and hung out with the social outcasts. He befriended them and always treated them with respect. His actions spoke volumes about his love for his fellow man. He was judged harshly by the religious crowd. Still he persisted in doing what was right and lead by example and people were drawn to him as a result.
He said the greatest commandment is to love your neighbor as yourself. By so doing you will obey all the law because you won't break the other commandments if you do this.
I don't care if this is a "church" group...they are NOT representative of the millions of Christians world wide who love and honor God. Some have sacrificed their lives because of their faith while ministering as missionaries to other people.
I personally know so many beautiful and gentle spirited Christians that would not behave obnoxiously or cruelly. They are generous and care about their fellow man.
Every profession or group is going to have some bad apples but they do not represent the whole basket.
As far as retaliating meanly...2 wrongs never make a right.
My heart goes out to this father and his family and friends. This should not have happened. I am sorry about the loss of his son and I am sorry these people hurt them this way.
Tuesday, October 23, 2007
Alternate communication devices used by SeaSpray.
1. I like to speak like an alien through the back of a running fan. (Reminds me of life back on planet Beldar) I have to fight the urge to do this in public when I am near a fan. Speaking in a halting and altered voice, I like to say something like, "Greetings... you... earthlings... you! I have just returned... from... the planet... Beldar... where I have consumed... my nuclear... food." and so on... (drop certain words a bit lower than the others) Through my travels I have observed that you can discern an alien's origin by the intonations in their voices when speaking in complete sentences, not unlike how we can determine our own kind by their accents.
2. I am really good at keeping secrets. People would be surprised if they knew the things I knew about them and others that I have never told them or anyone else, ever. Some people would probably get orgasmic if they could gossip about the things I will be forever silent about. Sure I have gossiped (I am as human as the next person) but then there are those things you just don't betray and I would hope people do the same for me.
3. The 2nd sip of any alcoholic beverage goes right to my head and I start to feel that warm fuzzy buzzy feeling. I am guessing this is because I rarely drink. My favorite drink is a gin and tonic with a lime twist, which I was 1st introduced to when I was a 20 year old nanny to a state trooper's children. It was a summer job before I got married in the fall. Every night he came home and fixed us both a gin and tonic and we'd chat for a bit at his dining room table and then I'd go home. One night he came home, went to the freezer and then said" There's no ice, Pat...did you make ice?" "Ice? No Bob... I didn't make ice." "Pat the MOST important thing you HAVE to do is MAKE ICE!" "O.k. Bob, from now on...I'll make ice." :) and every nite as he was walking up the stairs with a big smile he'd say, "Pat...did you make ice?" "Yes Bob..I made ice. And I took good care of his girls and the house too...but priorities...ya know? ;)
4. My uncle was good friends with Captain Bud Lewis, the copilot of the Enola Gay...the plane that dropped the bomb on Hiroshima. It is weird to me that my uncle was connected to someone who was in such a prominent role in the turning of world history on many levels, mass destruction beyond anything the world had ever known, resulting in an acceleration to the end of the war and the beginning of the nuclear age. The family homes had backyards that were adjacent to each other in Ridgefield Park. They played football together while at Ridgefield Park H.S. They maintained their friendship through the years as did their other friends. Maybe I will post about this sometime. It just hits me profoundly that my family knew the Lewis family and how things in life happen. No one could have ever imagined that these boys playing football were going to be doing the things they did in WWII. I am always in awe of the connections and timing of things, their significance, the ripple effects. My uncle continued to go to the Ridgefield Park High reunions until the summer of his 80th birthday at which point the class decided too few were able to make it.
5. Once, I did something that I would NEVER do out in the open because I believed what I read in a "fictional" book that no one could see this under these circumstances. NOW that my naivete blinders have been lifted, I just cringe to my core with embarrassment when I think of this and how many people could have been watching.YIKES! (This one IS blogworthy, but I won't)
6. Water conservationists may hate me but I take really long showers. I would do everything in water if I could. I love drinking it, looking at it and being in it.
7. I have a weakness for anything with cinnamon, nutty, minty or cheesey. Oh and dark chocolate! I love anything that tastes or smells like cinnamon. During the fall and winter, our home often smells like cinnamon and spices baking because I like spiced candles or I am baking. Thanksgiving is the best because I bake the pumpkin cookies then. If a recipe calls for a teaspoon of cinnamon , I put a heaping tbs in. I put fresh mint leaves in my water and my favorite ice cream in the world is chocolate chip mint, especially Breyers. And there is something else Minty I discovered thanks to another blogger but i'll leave that one alone. ;) My favorite coffee is hazelnut or I like to add cinnamon to my regular coffee and I like amaretto teas/ coffee and baking with nuts.
8. One of my favorite things is decorating the Christmas tree. People have said it looks like the Macy's Christmas trees. 10 foot tree with hundreds of ornaments and hundreds of white lights, scalloped gold beads and a little tinsel and an Angel on top. We usually get a Frazier tree because the needles hold well, and branches are firm to hold all the ornaments. I have collected the Hallmark dated glass Christmas balls since 1975. The tree is eclectic with homemade ornaments, school project or sale ornaments and ornaments given as gifts. If the ornaments could talk they could tell some stories. Every year as the ornaments were/are unpacked, I remind husband and boys about the history of the ornament. The boys would say"I k-n-o-w Mom." Someday when they are older they will probably have some fond memories of some of them. Memories passed down.
9. I like to eat the holes in swiss cheese. I know #9 but technically goes with #7.
I have been overdue in doing some memes. I DO like memes. The first meme was supposed to be the 5 things I like about blogging which I was tagged by Dr Gwenn to do back in April, but I am saving that for my 1 year blogoversary next month.
So, tonight I decided to do this 8 facts or habits about me which Monkeygirl and Jenster tagged me for back in May and June. Maybe I'll tag ya back! ;)
I have 3 more memes to go. I am not really tagging anyone now because this has been around awhile but feel free to pick it up if you like. :)
P.S. I really do speak into a fan that way sometimes. :)
Friday, October 19, 2007
This is what my pumpkin basket looks like (It's a good size and holds a lot of candy) except I have a candy corn basket liner and a little candy corn tie on on the front of the basket. I have that maple leaf tie on too that I use when fall is over.
This is where we stopped for dinner - The Black Forest Inn.
It seemed that the moment my feet hit the floor that I could feel the butterflies in my stomach and trying to swallow some oatmeal was an effort so I just had some coffee. The scan isn't bad at all... it's just what this one represents to me, you know...like this IS "the one".
A good friend (She'd have to be to put up with waiting with and for me for these appointments/tests.) picked me up and took me to the urology office. They were extremely busy and so we waited a long time before I went in. We had fun though. Always something to talk about and actually we were cracking up like two school girls over my Bajingoland Brochure post. The laughing was a great tension reliever and got my mind off the test... sort of. I also got some ideas for a Bajingoland II Brochure post! ;) Also, I have such a good rapport with the women in that office that it feels like I am with friends when I am there which believe me has made all of this bearable over time. The docs are great too. :) If the staff was indifferent or cold, going there would have been a lot more stressful. But fortunately, while every bit professional they have also been the warmest group of people to interact with. I am going to miss them. I brought them a Longaberger pumpkin basket filled with candy and little Halloween toys/rings and some candy on the side too. It warmed my heart to see them enjoy it and when I left, to see one lady was wearing one of the bats draped on her shoulder. :)
I had the scan Wednesday and all seemed to go pretty well. I am fascinated by the way that test displays on the screen. Different views remind me of looking at galaxies... sometimes spread out like stars spanning the skies and other times clustered- at least in my R. kidney. Of course I have no clue what I am really looking at but I am guessing the cluster is indicative of the distal end where the stricture was. I believe my R. ureter is more narrow then the norm but still open. I have been drinking this particular aloe juice although I admittedly have cut back on it because it is so expensive, but I figure some is better than none. Anyway, it has been my hope that the aloe juice is further enhancing the healing process.
I really like the nuclear tech at this hospital. I had her in May too. We just get really chatty and share funny stories and other things too. Then predictably, a few minutes after the Lasix is in, I get real quiet because I DO get uncomfortable. I would give the pain level a 20! I'm kidding! That was for the medical people that pass through here cause I know that makes ya SQUIRRELLY when ya hear that! ;)
Seriously...I give it a 4 or 5. Starts in my flank but really it feels worse as it moves down in my rlq/rlb- a lot of pressure for a few minutes and then I am o.k. again. I'm not concerned about it because I already know the ureter is more narrow than it should be. Last may the scan revealed it seemed to be healing. I am feeling better. I probably drink 40 oz out of my water bottle while still in the waiting room and then the tech has an IV running into me too. THANK GOD FOR THAT FOLEY BAG!! I fill it before the test is done. I can't believe there are patients that do that test with lasix without a foley bag! They must have elephant bladders!
Then when the test is over I find it interesting that the tech takes a picture of my bladder, then of the foley bag after placing it on my abdomen and also the syringe. I wonder why? The other hospitals don't do that.
It was rush hour by the time we got out of the hospital and so we decided to take the more scenic route home instead of sitting bumper to bumper on the major highways. That lead us to A German restaurant that I have always wanted to try and I have been craving some German food. Perfect! :)
I had salad, sauerbraten, red cabbage, a potato dumpling and for desert, a to die for black forest piece of cake. I would have had a beer but that restaurant is still a distance from home and so I had a gin and tonic with a lime twist. It was a nice way to finish the day...a wonderful dinner, more good conversation and hearty laughter with a dear friend. :)
But then when we got home we decided to catch up on Grey's Anatomy that I had TiVoed, so we went to her house first so she could put her pajamas on, then we came back to mine (we're neighbors) and I put my pajamas on and we watched TV, talked, laughed until 2 in the morning.
I could've done all the medical stuff by myself and sometimes I do , but I sure do appreciate that she was able to be there with me. She has been an anchor of support through all of this and I am grateful for her shared insights, marvelous sense of humor and compassion. I am blessed to have her for my friend.
Thank you my dear friend. :)
Wednesday, October 17, 2007
Also, I meant to come back to discuss that French poem in the preceding post. I am NOT depressed (sad/beautiful poem) but rather had planned to provide the translation and discuss the person who had taught that to me and was an inspiration to me. Still on the agenda.
Have a great day! :)
Monday, October 15, 2007
Les sanglots longs
Blessent mon coeur
Et blême, quand
Je me souviens
Des jours anciens
Et je pleure
Et je m'en vais
Au vent mauvais
Pareil à la
Voici un lien vers une lecture du poème.
Saturday, October 13, 2007
This "IS" the video equivalent of Trenchy's, (so perfectly timed one liner) "Throckmorton Salad Bar Test" ER Doc and author of Trench Doc blog-now closed. Nothing has trumped that as yet- it still levels me. :) Then there is "Chinese Pager Torture" by ER Dr Whitecoat author of the Whitecoat Rant blog, "Veggie Tales" by ER Doc, author of Scalpel or Sword blog and "Tricks of the Trade" by ER Doc (Charity Doc) author of the Fingers and Tubes in Every Orifice blog. *Scroll down to May 4th for this post (There are many, many great posts out there in the blogosphere and I have thoroughly enjoyed them all!)
As I predicted, I am playing Dancing Cockatoo repetitively and have cranked up the volume. I have been dancing around the house to this while doing chores today.
While fun...t'is not a good thing because I may have a partially torn my meniscus in my r. knee although the medrol packet has helped me tremendously. I had a partially torn rotator cuff once that healed on it's own and so my wonderful ortho doc (saw him Monday) thought there was a chance this might work on my knee. I could not walk for 5 days without tremendous knife stabbing pain and now I am dancing around! I know I should not, but I- can't- help- it!
But I digress.
Has anyone tried doing exactly what Snowball is doing right along with him? I Did!! It's fun! I know... not good for the meniscus right now, but dang it is fun to dance with a BIRD! (he could be working at the Y or a health spa. :) It is also fun to shake my tuft...ahem ...hair with him. Couldn't ya just see him in Dirty Dancing? I think I have a crush on him...but shhh...don't tell my husband! ;) His little legs...aren't they just so precious? I could kiss and cuddle him forever...that is when we're not dancing! :)
Well...back to work and dancing. I hope when family comes home they don't mind too terribly much that I am dancing and squawking right along with Snowball. Of course they will probably just ask me to stop singing... P-L-E-A-S-E because as they would most assuredly tell you I am not real good at carrying a tune and they will probably think Snowball sounds better than me! But... I'-vvvv-e got rrrr-h-y-t-h-mmm ...who could ask for anything more? ;)
I can't imagine anyone not liking this video and getting in the mood right along with snowball. If this doesn't cause you to smile and at least tap your foot or fingers...then you may want to check your pulse. If you don't know how to check your pulse then I strongly recommend that you get right in to see your PCP or go to the nearest ER because....YOU'RE DEAD! ;)
***Seriously...I think this would be therapeutic on an oncology ward or in any healing facility area. Well except for ICU...because it might be too uplifting (if that is a concern). Laughter sends healing vibes throughout the cells of our bodies, promoting wellness in many areas too numerous to mention here. Laughter? T'is a good thing!
I think it would be fun to start an aerobics class with this video playing and if I were the instructor...I would have them do it for a warm up! :)
ROCK ON Snowball!!
P.S. It has been a while since I posted this earlier, but as I previously stated...I have been replaying this frequently and it occurs to me that there is a good chance I may dream about this bird tonight and hence surprise my sleeping husband with a SQUAWK or two! ;)
(Once I YELLED "FIRE!, FIRE!"...but that's another story. :)
P.P.S It has been about 12 hours since I wrote this post but just wanted to say that not only am amused but I am also both and impressed and intrigued with Snowball. I want to know what he is saying when he squawks and chirps to the song. Frankly, if I hear that song again without the bird...I will think something is missing! He adds something to it. :) I am intrigued by his movements and the way he seems to throw himself into it just like we would when we are having a great time and dancing with abandon. Am I reading to much into his actions, tainted with my human perceptions? What makes him pick up his left leg, then right at certain times? How is it that he has perfect rhythm? Why does he swing or bob his head to the music? Does he have an ego? He seems to relish in the praise. What motivates him? It's a great beat...but he is a bird! I am going to look at the birds differently the next time I see them all lined up on the telephone wire outside. :)
Snowball is a medium sulphur crested Eleanora cockatoo and he loves to dance and sing. He loves the Back Street Boys. No one taught Snowball to dance...he just heard this song and suddenly felt like dancing. We're all jealous because he can outdance each one of us...nobody likes a show off! When he's really in the mood, he dances and sings. And at the end of the performance he takes a bow or two or twenty!! Enjoy the show.
Here is the link to the Bird Lovers Only Rescue blog.
I WANT to do the cockatoo dance!! I would love to get in that bird's head...like what is he thinking? He has better rhythm then some people I know. And girls- don't ya just want to get in there and shake your hair around, etc.? And can't you just picture him with a little guitar? He's so sweet...you could eat him for desert! :)
I guarantee you I am going to be playing this one throughout the weekend! :)
Wednesday, October 10, 2007
So, I started thinking about what drives people to choose specific careers? I know that students change their majors often when in college.
But what I am curious about are the people that know they want to be a doctor from such a young age, or a teacher, lawyer, actor, etc., and then they do it. Is it an inner drive that they are born with? I know of families in which all or most of the siblings have become doctors, lawyers, teachers and then in some of those families one child didn't do anything like that. Often the parents are in the same profession and the grandparents.
So is it generational? Something learned and familiar? Or is there an inner drive, some innate passion to pursue such goals. Was the doctor playing science when they were little? The actor wannabe probably performed for family and anyone who would watch. What did lawyers play when they were little if they felt that calling? Maybe they argued a lot! ;)
Is it influence from an outsider, a situation but if so was that drive always there but something caused it to surface. I know of someone who had been in a totally different business but became an ER doc when he saw his father die in front of him because they couldn't get him intubated.
And here is something I have pondered? Seriously- can a professional choice or even hobby be in the blood...in the genes?
Using my father's side of the family for an example, there are 4 people that fly planes. My mother left him when I was 3 and broke off all contact (unfortunately- but she felt she had no choice) and so I never saw any of them again. But as an adult, I have gotten some information.
(this could be another post because I wonder if I should open those doors and seek out relatives)
It turns out that a half brother that I have never met was is an airline pilot. My aunt (my father's sister) flew her own plane for years and 2 of her sons fly planes. Their careers are very different though. Now this is a little thing but as an eighth grader I was the only girl to take a flying course taught by an airline pilot. We learned all about the instrument panel (still remember the omni range), etc. and he told me that should look into learning more about it. I flew a few times locally in someone's private plane that he kept at our local airport and was intrigued with the watching him fly as much as I was looking down at the area. Couldn't understand a thing on the radio though! Sounded like static to me. :) In 1987 I was flying back home from Alabama, boarding the plane and I saw one of the pilots in the cockpit and asked if I could see their cockpit. They both let me in closer and even let me take a picture of them. (I know...totally nerdy!) But I really enjoyed being up close to look at all that. When I got home an uncle (not blood relative) who was also an airline pilot said they never should have done that. Maybe it is just coincidence, but I had nothing to do with my relatives who fly planes and to this day planes fascinate me. So is that a genetic predisposition? Or just part of the masses that appreciate planes?
Then an elderly lady who was one of our Lifeline clients told me this story a few years back. She got married when she was 40 to a man who had an adult child that he never met in his life..ever.
Her husband died 30 years ago. About 5 or 6 years ago a man contacted her stating that he was her husband's son and through various circumstances and after all these years was able to track him down which led to her. He came to visit her and she told him all about his father and gave him some family heirlooms. * The intriguing thing about this is that this man was an electrician and so was her husband...his father whom he had never met. So was it in the genes or coincidence?
I missed my calling. When I was little...I ALWAYS wanted to play school and I always wanted to be the teacher. I did share but "I" usually was the teacher. Everyone would say that I was going to be a teacher or I would be a good teacher. I wanted to be a teacher. But then my home life got turned upside down for a few years and I lost my focus. By the time I came up here to live with my aunt and uncle I didn't care anymore. I took college courses but didn't pursue it. I went to work instead, got married and still didn't have our 1st son until I was 25. I had ample time to further my education and I didn't. I confess that I have an educational inferiority complex because I didn't go to college. I know that I am intelligent and if I were doing it again...it would be a priority, but then hindsight is 20-20.
Cute story-One day my neighbor's daughter was misbehaving and so older son came in to tell me what she was doing and wanted me to have her stop. He was right and so I went to the door and called her over. I didn't yell (some might have) but corrected her but also with encouragement. My son frustrated with me blurted out,"Mom...why do you always have to TEACH...why can't you just YELL AT HER?"
Sunday, October 7, 2007
Is this contagious or what? Is there anything better? :)
We should all have those special moments filled with the thrill of anticipation... pure joy and sheer ecstasy resonating within us, birthing the most heartfelt belly laughs- bursting forth with reckless abandon.
Isn't it just the best when your with someone who gets your humor and you get theirs? You know.. someone you just click with? Especially with the people closest to you. They especially understand you. :) I have certain friends that...OMG...we just crack each other up every few sentences when we're on a roll. I have a lifelong friend who laughs at the exact time I laugh and will sigh at the exact time I sigh which will then start the cycle all over again until we wear out!
I worked with an ER Doc (one of my favorites) that had the driest sense of humor. He would come out by me or if I was passing by him inside, he could just say 2 words or shoot me a look... and I would be leveled! He was really quiet when he first started and he is a low key kind of guy.
I think he must've warmed up to me a little faster than the others because one morning I commented in the break area about how funny he was and one of the nurses exclaimed,"HIM?" and they seemed surprised. But then believe me everyone got to appreciate him and his humor. As a matter of fact he is the Doc that after months of me going over baby names for our second child said that I had 2 choices. "You can name him Maurice Shallot (my husband gardens) or Pene Grande!" Guess what the ER consensus was? ;)
My husband had picked the girl's name and in the end we didn't go with Maurice or Pene but then one night our 8 yr old son Jonathan, after hearing my husband discount all the names I had picked that began with "J" broke in and and asked,"How about Christopher?" We all looked at each other like it was an epiphany moment or something and agreed that it would be a good name...and it suits him perfectly. :)
And isn't it so much fun when something is so funny that you are laughing so hard that you cant breathe...you just can't breathe and the tears are streaming down your flushed face? And have you ever laughed so hard that you just collapse forward, backward it doesn't matter with shoulders heaving...just reduced to a puddle of laughter? Those are the belly laugh moments. I think medical people really know how to laugh hard and have a good time. I KNOW the ER folks do! Of course people in other professions laugh but I am just grateful for all the amusing hospital moments over the years.
Laughter is universal. Laughter is healing to our bodies. It is a gift from God...who must have the ultimate sense of humor! :)
Friday, October 5, 2007
This clip is an overview of the recent season 4 episodes. I LOVE this show! It feeds my surgical groupie addiction! :)
Meredith is my favorite female character and I identify with her on some levels. I hope Derek doesn't give up on her. She has commitment issues but she is a wounded soul and just needs someone to be her champion. Her mother was cruel and her father was weak! Her father says he loved her and maybe in his own way he did...but apparently not enough to be there for her.
***If someone really cares...they will break barriers, overcome obstacles and reset boundaries ...doing whatever they can to be there for that person. The things that really matter...are always worth the effort.
Did anyone watch Grey's Anatomy last night?
I loved it when Dr Bailey was blasting Dr Karev-Alex (great hair/sideburns this season) for not following protocol. He lost his temper, thereby alerting the parent/drug dealer which compromised the safety of the baby as well as his and potentially could have been much worse.
She had aspired to be chief resident and has taken it hard that Dr Torres-Callie (ortho doc) was picked over her. Now her interns are residents and she has not been able to boss anyone. She has been angry, disappointed frustrated and stifled.
Alex wanted her to put him in his place. She stopped herself and then boy-OH-boy did she let him have it! When she finished..it appeared to be practically orgasmic for her! She missed doing it so much and Alex needed to hear it. Great scene and I cracked up...as well as shared in her release!
Cigarette anyone?? ;)
I can't wait for George to divorce Dr Torres (Callie) although I do feel sorry for her. I think even she knows the relationship is doomed and that they got married for the wrong reasons. She's too beautiful, intelligent and talented to waste her energies on George. She should be with a guy who is more fiery, challenging, sexy and appreciates her!
However, who among us girls hasn't at sometime in our lives gotten starry eyed and made a few poor romantic choices? It happens.
George is a great guy but he shouldn't get romantically involved with Izzie. Yes, they do make a better couple than he and Callie, but I think they are better best friends. And is she rebounding from her patient/fiance, Denny Duquette?
It is obvious that at some point in time they should pair George and Lexie up. Just look how good they look together in the video.
I was glad to see Mama Burke actually encourage Christina. I will miss Dr Burke's character
and while McDreamy and McSteamy are eye candy in scrubs...this girl does wonder who will replace Dr Burke?
It will be interesting to see the relationship between Meredith and her sister Lexie evolve. The eternal peacemaker in me wants to see them bond, ultimately fostering healing between Meredith and her father. And on that note...I am also glad to see the relationship of childhood best friends McSteamy-Dr Mark Sloane (plastic surgeon) and McDreamy-Dr Derek Shepherd (brain surgeon) beginning to repair.
Also of interest- watching the residents instructing their new interns. Although, the deer scene was a bit much. Then again, one of our ER Docs checked out a patient's dog because they both fell off a cliff while hiking on the Appalachian Trail. She was an excellentER Doc-tough with a big heart. :)
And finally, I was moved by Christina's compassionate response to the the guilt ridden/frightened drug dealing woman who's life was crashing down on her. Christina, known for her ice woman, self absorbed, robotic responses- appears to be experiencing a thawing of her chilled heart, no doubt exacerbated by her own recent personal grief and perhaps Mama Burke's honest assessment combined "this time" with encouragement.
***And isn't that what life is all about? I mean it should be anyway. Hopefully, we grow during our setbacks and disappointments, so that through our pain- we gain wisdom, knowledge and compassion and then as opportunities arise; constructively impart our experiences to others for the purpose of enabling them to do the same....continually putting forth the ripples of good.
The potential plot lines look promising and it will be interesting to see where the writers take the original characters while developing the new ones.