Hobocamp

Saturday, April 04, 2009

Good morning, doodlebugs. I used to call my dog doodlebug. But only when we were alone. One time my brother overheard me referring to him as my little doodlebug, and started calling him that also in order to better facilitate making fun of me. Well, the joke's on him, because he did it so often that he got stuck, and now he HAS to call my little Mike the doodlebug and Mike gets so happy and wiggly when he does it. So there you go. That's what you get, guys.

Anyway, what's up, everyone? i got my ass handed to me at school this week. I feel like we just had midterms (which we did) not so long ago and then I had a whole 'nother round of exams which totally blew. But what can you do? Such is the life of people with ridiculous aspirations that will probably amount to nothing but some jolly memories and a mountain of student loans.

I'm making a really poor choice right now and reclining on my soft warm bed while I think about getting ready to leave for my 8AM lab in about twenty minutes, but I really can't imagine that this is a productive use of my time. I mean, I'm sleepy enough as it is. Do I honestly need to make things that much harder on myself by being IN BED under the covers (albeit fully clothed) while I pretend to be checking things off my to do list? (To do: Snuggle. Check!)

I was productive yesterday though. This past week has been kind of hairy at work because of some alarming errors that were made- not by me, surprisingly, but all the clean up for them fell in to my lap- and by the time Friday rolled around I was just ready to hide in a cave and never be in a hospital ever again. I can't give too much detail but just let me say that there I definitely spent a portion of the day on Thursday digging in ICU garbage. Grody. Not so fresh.

But after I left work yesterday I went for a walk with my friend Bean, then we got some Thai and hung out at her house which was exactly what I needed. And I made a little present for Dr Poop.

See, Dr Poop has been gone for the past 18 days because he's been on this big interview tour. The reason I call him Dr Poop is because he is specializing in pediatric gastroenterology. He's going to be a baby poop doctor. Sometimes he will also deal in baby barf. What a versatile young man! He's been applying for jobs all over (to commence after he finishes residency in 2010). He calls me from a different city every night, and the poor kid is just so road-weary and barely knows where he is when he wakes up in the morning.

But he comes home tonight, so I made him a little present to commemorate his travels.

Customized man undies. That's the front, up above.

This goes on the booty part, obviously.

I hope he likes them. I'll let you know.

What are you all up to this weekend? Come over. I'll make you a snack and we can sit around and talk. Hopefully by then I will have gotten up, gone to lab, and finally been freed of this crazy case of the farts that I have. Seriously. I'm probably dying right now. This much gas coming from someone canNOT be normal.

Labels: I'm hopeless and really starting to feel bad about it, inappropriateness, on the homefront, on the job, these are things I do instead of studying, this is why i don't have a boyfriend

posted by A Lover and a Fighter at 6:54 AM -

13 Comments:

At 4:45 PM, Dee said…

I don't know if it's just because I'm tired, but I misread the first paragraph and thought you were calling your Dad your little doddlebug and it all went downhill from there. That was a disturbing way to start the day (especially when it got to "little Mike").

However, I'd recovered enough by the end to very much appreciate those sexy undies you shall be bestowing upon Dr Poop! And I do appreciate that you've outed where the name came from - there were other disturbing images rolling around in my head that really indicate the level of wrongness with me - maybe it isn't just lack of sleep? :D
At 1:05 PM, Amanda said…

I can't imagine anyone not liking those shorts! He better feel pretty damn special for getting a gift like that.
At 2:29 PM, A Lover and a Fighter said…

Dee- ew, i would have been so grossed out and disturbed too. I don't call my dad my little doodlebug. I call him Richard. And you're right, I probably should have explained the undies sooner.

Amanda- I agree! It takes a lot for me to be willing to iron. I certainly don't iron my own clothes- he'd better appreciate me ironing some letters on to his underwear
At 2:57 PM, Pink Eye Tuscadero said…

The evolution of a name...

My husbo started seeing a poop doctor (professionally, not personally, like you). He received some pills to take when he ate, and he kept them in a tiny mint container to be discreet, I suppose. One night, we were going out, so I asked, "Did you remember your poopermints?"

So now, his poop doctor, or Dr. Poop, is actually referred to as Dr. Poopermints.
At 7:40 PM, Lora said…

i'm taking a sharpie to my underpants as soon as i get done typing this
At 8:29 PM, kelsi said…

If Dr. Poop doesn't love those drahs as much as I love them (read: with all my cold black heart) then I will personally drive a rented car to your neck of the woods to beat him about the head and shoulders. Feel free to repeat that.
At 8:37 PM, peterdewolf said…

I call my niece "Doodlebug."
At 7:47 AM, A Lover and a Fighter said…

PET- POOPERMINTS! AHAHAHAHHAHA! that reminds me of that i love lucy episode where she is selling vitameatavegamin and she gets drunk and asks "do you pop out at parties? Are you unpoopular?"

Lora- you make me proud

Kelsi- Come anyway!

Pdw- Of course! It's the only appropriate nickname for small cute things.
At 9:53 PM, kelsi said…

No, other appropriate nicknames for small cute things include bunny (or bun) and tiger. Just ask *my* niece, who may have actually thought her name was bun at some point.
At 11:34 AM, miss minneapolis said…

Can Dr. Poop help when you have a case of the farts, or is his expertise strictly for tiny humans?
At 12:52 PM, Jen said…

Um. I was going to ask if Dr. Poop could help you with your. . . ah. . . farts. But then that Miss Min beat me to it. So, I got nothing.

I heart your "doodlebug"!
At 5:10 PM, lemonade said…

Let's hope Dr. Poop isn't savvy enough to do a google search for Dr. Poop and find your blog before you're ready ... I mean, hot times in the sack is one thing, reading a gal's blog is another enTIREly.

(Ummm, I just did a google search for Dr. Poop and did not find hobocamp anywhere on the first 5 pages. So it appears I got nothin' too.)
At 2:53 PM, A Masked Lover said…

You may be safe in regard to Lemonade's post... as long as he doesn't google "Dr. Poop+Meg." Sorry, sista, you're SCREWED if he does!:)