Have you ever felt like you live two separate lives? A work life and a home life? It has come to my attention that there are many different versions of me, all living separate lives, that don't always mesh perfectly together....and so they battle over who gets the most time!
Let me explain further, because clearly this is cryptic. At any one time, I could be any of the following:
The country bumpkin - I went to a country music show tonight, drank at a seedy small town bar, and discussed how the happiest days of my life where living on the farm, and especially the nights when I would get sent in off the wagon one load earlier than everyone else so that I could make dinner. I enjoy riding in pickup trucks at ridiculous speeds, down backroads, kicking up a flurry of dust ont he way to some hidden lake for some late night swimming. And yes, I like country music.
The city girl - I will drive an hour so that I can get my hair cut by the guy I like. I will drive 15 minutes for a starbucks! Two weekends ago I got all gussied up, wandered around looking at christmas lights in downtown toronto while sipping hot chocolate. Then the following morning had breakfast at a corner diner with friends, and then shopping with other friends. It was the epitome of cosmopolitan in my eyes. It could have been straight out of an episode of 'Friends'.
The med student - I like stories that involve blood. I get sick pleasure out of hearing about how people have hurt themselves in strange ways because then I can hypothesize about how I would fix them. Stories that start with - so this guy comes into the ER and says 3 guys jumped him and stuck a carrot up his butt - make me laugh SO hard I have to sit down. I enjoy discussing studies, whether they had good methodology, whether the results are applicable to my population of patients. I aspire to publish papers. I drink coffee at 3am so that I can read more of my textbook. And on occasion, I become a library hermit.
The mother - I wasted over an hour on the computer looking up recipes that I could potentially cook for Christmas Eve, because heaven forbid the meal is not Martha Stewart perfect! I stop by my friends houses to bring them a sandwhich and bake them cookies. I send carepackages.
The end result of all this is one horribly mixed up girl. With hair and makeup all primped, but jeans and a t-shirt that says something lewd. On my one evening off I end up at a country bar, but the best thing I can come up with to disucss is how damn it cool it was that the other night I got to remove a person's eyes after they have died for eye donation. That's right. I was simultaneously discussing the best farm meals, and also how to use this scoopy tool thing to lift up the rectus muscles of the eye so that you can cut them and get to the optic nerve! Right after discussing where I got my cute shoes, I was discussing which winter tires are the best.
You can dress me up but you can't take me out. Maybe this is why I am still single?!? hahahaha
Lots of love
Pamela
p.s. It is a winter wonderland in Simcoe :) Snow piles everywhere! I may have to drop this professional person act and make some snow angels...oh geez...there's another personality itching to come out!
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