We're doing what now?

Ah May, that time of year when all the little med peoples start realizing that the year is coming to an end.  But, you might think, the year ended in December   I mean, you went to the New Years celebrations and everything.  Oh my little ones, med people are not normal people.  We all seem to keep time in terms of training years.  And training starts in July by and large, so the new year is almost upon us.  This means that those ending a section of training are looking at next section of life.

For a lucky group this means that they're entering the real life portion of their lives.  Real jobs, good incomes, a steady life.  The rest of us are going into residencies, internships, fellowships, and some poor suckers are starting med school.  This naturally means one thing, moving.

I hate moving.  I don't know anyone who doesn't.  The whole thing is tedious and evil.  You have to pack, clean, get rid of stuff, find a new place, buy the stuff you need but couldn't justify packing across the country in an outrageously expensive moving van.  It all sucks.  And for a few idiots weirdos of us this also means selling the houses we bought for that section of life.  DrH and I are among that group.

So here I am, two days before the first real showing of my house, sitting on the floor of my living room because all of our furniture is in the garage, wondering if I can just set a match to the place and call it a day.  I won't of course, my house is freaking adorable and fire would not help its adorableness.  However, since the only thing I can even think about right now is the renovations we're doing, that's what this (and probably a bunch of the following posts will be about.

Our house was built in the 40's by some local carpenter who did a pretty decent job.  And all owners since have taken remarkably good care of it since then.  Oh they did stupid stuff like covering the original hardwood floors, or cutting a rather large hole in the floor by the fireplace, but overall the house is in darn good shape.  So since we don't have too darn many issues we've been working on the floors.  I don't know if you've ever re-finished a floor but good balls its a pain!

We'll just do this through pictures.

First we had to pull up the 30 something year old carpet (which wasn't the first carpet down...ew).

This took a good friend with some weird notion of wanting to help, a truck, and some box cutters.  And a strong stomach cuz this is what we found underneath the carpet.

No idea what this dried dirty goo is, and I don't want to.

The goo was then scraped up using the "husband method".  That is to say I told DrH that I had no idea what to do about it and so it was his job to figure it out.  Turns out that hot soapy water and some plastic putty knifes will do the trick. 

The cleaned up product!  So much better.

At this point we gave it a good mopping (as in 4 seperate cleanings with both a traditional mop and a steam mop) and put some pledge down to protect it from further damage.  And then we lived with it for 6 or so months.  Basically until the snow went away and we could actually move furniture out.  

Next up!  The rest of the process.  Not because I can't keep going but because sitting on the floor is making my butt numb.  Oh, and that whole packing/cleaning/painting/crying thing that has become my to do list. 

Well hi there!

Here we go.

Graduation is only a few weeks away.  Balls.

Really, that's a good balls.  I mean, we finally get to really live.  We'll actually EARN money instead of hemorrhaging it with loans.  We'll get to sprint away from this town and ward (which is really my exciting point).  We'll be closer to family!  I miss that.  Being with family I mean.

This journey has been, what's the phrase?  Ah yes, cruel and unusual hell.  Ok, perhaps not that bad but its sure had its moments.

I think I'm getting ahead of myself though.  We'll start with who we are.

DrH rejoicing in the fact that we didn't get stranded in the middle of Wyoming

First there's DrH, also known as Matt.  He's a down home Idaho boy who has been involved with medicine since he was really young.  Since he was 12 his dream has been to be a radiologist in his home town.  Sometimes dreams don't work out so well.  He graduated from BYU in 2009 with a B.S. in Bio Chem and three minors (computer science, business, and Japanese).  You might think that he's kind of nerdy but you're wrong.  He's not just kind of nerdy, he's the King High Puhbah of the nerds.  This by the way, is his preferred term (lest you think I'm just being mean).  He also served a 2 year church mission to Tokyo Japan.  This resulted in my making a promise to learn Japanese.  Thus far, I'm untrustworthy.

Me as Mrs. MacAfee in Bye Bye Birdie

Then there's me.  I graduated from Mercyhurst University in Interior Design.  It took a little longer than I wanted to get that stupid degree but I got it!  I used to be a theatre major but I just wasn't cut out for it.  Now I'm essentially a stay at home loafer.  Realistically I stay home and attempt to rehab our little house that we're putting up for sale very soon.  As in, by the end of the month.  I have a death wish.  I deal with extreme hypothyroidism which has just added the medical thing into yet another facet of our lives.  Upside?  My pills are a really pretty cerulean!

The Poch-tar in her Halloween Costume.  She loves it

Finally there's the dog, Pochi.  She's an expert in pooping, running, snoring loudly, looking silly, and chasing laser pointers.  With my hypothyroidism we've had troubles getting/staying pregnant so she's a little bit like my child.  I'm only steps away from dressing her in clothing...more frequently I mean.  For the record, she's a Pembroke Welsh Corgi who, because of the mismarkings on her back, is considered inferior.  Breed standards being what they are I guess.  Its ok though cuz she's a seriously awesome little Corg, even if her colors are a little off.

So here we are.  A small, rather weird little family about to embark on a new adventure!

Graduation in 48 days, 17 hours, 12 minutes, and 15 seconds.  But who's counting?  Eep!