tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-214618742009-07-13T22:46:32.842-04:00Pilgrims at Oak RidgeAubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.comBlogger726125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-82144527085718789832009-07-13T21:19:00.002-04:002009-07-13T21:44:02.503-04:00In which I am excited about something our president does.This is not a political blog. I have opinions, certainly, but don't usually air them here. That said, I have thus far been exceedingly underwhelmed by what our president has done.<br /><br />Today, though, I was pleasantly surprised and even excited when I learned that Obama nominated a <a href="http://www.usnews.com/articles/news/best-leaders/2008/11/19/americas-best-leaders-regina-benjamin-small-town-primary-care-physician.html">family practice doctor</a> as the <a href="http://www.cnn.com/2009/HEALTH/07/13/surgeon.general/index.html">new surgeon general</a>. Even though I am wary of what his plans are for health care, by nominating a family practice doctor, he has at least signaled that he understands the importance of good primary care doctors, and hopefully part of his "overhaul" will be compensating primary care doctors better. And I'm not saying this because I would benefit from such a change. By increasing pay to family practice and other primary care docs, more and better physicians will stay in primary care, which will be better for patients in the long run, and cheaper for our nation as a whole. First of all, primary care docs are uniquely suited to coordinate care, and can make sure that the sickest patients, who always have numerous doctors, are being treated appropriately. Secondly, many specialists like to refer patients for costly procedures. Some of these are medically indicated, but sometimes a primary care doctor might be able to treat the problem without having the test. Thirdly, many people rely on emergency departments to get their primary care. Going to the ER results in much higher costs, and often treatable problems become devastating when patients wait until it's an emergency.<br /><br />Stepping down off my soap box. And, at least for today, saying, "Thanks, Mr. President. Good job."<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-8214452708571878983?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-16312616734722259242009-07-13T08:51:00.002-04:002009-07-13T09:30:30.431-04:00It shouldn't surprise me.Not all patient interactions are pleasant ones.<br /><br />Sometimes, when I look at my clinic schedule, I groan inwardly at some of the names. <span style="font-style: italic;">"I don't have the energy to deal with that patient today. Why are they here?" </span>These are usually pleasant enough people, but they have lots of social problems, poor health, are often on chronic pain medicines, and I never feel like I can fix them. I leave the room exhausted and frustrated, feeling like I accomplished nothing.<br /><br />Twice recently, when I've had that feeling, I mumbled a little prayer under my breath before going in the room. <span style="font-style: italic;">"God, please give me patience, please help me be a good doctor to this patient."</span> Or something to that effect. (And please don't be impressed. I pray for my patients so rarely, it's really embarrassing. This is not a story about me doing something good.)<br /><br />And just like that, both times, on going into the room, it's been completely different. Once, I was able to really talk with a patient and realize that she was really struggling with stress and depression, and even feeling suicidal. We prayed together, and I actually had her admitted to the inpatient psych unit because I was so worried about her. Then, just a few days ago, I saw a patient who had been in the hospital since her last visit. Having her in the hospital helped her get some of her health problems under control - like her diabetes and high blood pressure - and also made her realize that all the pain medicines she was on were actually getting in the way of her health. She was happier than she'd ever been. And even hopeful about how things were going.<br /><br />I'm not sure why I was so surprised. I think sometimes I just forget how powerful is the God we serve, and that he does answer prayers, far more powerfully than we can imagine.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-1631261673472225924?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-44112143174739230522009-07-10T08:20:00.003-04:002009-07-10T09:08:22.889-04:00Surgery.I'm back on a surgery rotation, which is nice in that it's fairly laid back and I end up having free time. (Have I mentioned how much I like working half days??) If I'd known the surgeon didn't start until 9:30 this morning I would have slept in a little longer.<br /><br />But it's boring in that mostly I just follow another doctor around and watch <span style="font-style: italic;">them </span>do things. It's like being back in medical school again.<br /><br />One of the coolest parts about it is getting to watch all the high tech surgery equipment in use. I do not have a mechanically minded brain, so I'm often amazed that someone can invent such smartly-designed things as a big gun-looking thing that is used to rejoin two cut ends of colon without sewing. I'm still not sure how it works exactly. Maybe magic?<br /><br />Anyone else out there with a favorite engineering feat? Some technology you think is just nifty? I'd love to hear about it.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-4411214317473923052?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-9572199542909285152009-07-07T22:00:00.001-04:002009-07-07T14:05:35.954-04:00Going Deeper.I haven't been writing much of substance lately. Posting recipes is a good way to make me feel like I'm updating the blog without having to really delve into what's going on around here.<br /><br />It's been a rough few weeks. In between the crazy every fourth night call that was my OB rotation and feeling surrounded by pregnant women, it has been sort of miserable. Thank heavens for an understanding husband who has put up with much more than he should have to, and the start of third year which has brought a lighter call schedule with it.<br /><br />I was challenged recently by something I listened to over on <a href="http://ebenezerreformedchurch.blogspot.com/2009/07/little-somthing-in-relation-to-where-we.html">Mark's blog</a> - part of a sermon by John Piper. The line that really sticks with me is this one:<br />"God is most glorified in us when we are most satisfied in him.... <span style="font-weight: bold;">in loss</span>." I have heard him say the first part of that statement several times and though to myself, "yeah, yeah, of course I'm satisfied." It's easy to be satisfied when life is great. Those two little words at then end, though, are where the problem comes in. All the frustrations and sadness of this last year has shown me that I am not really satisfied in God. And definitely not in loss. I was even more convicted when he quoted Psalm 73:25: "Whom have I in heaven besides you? And there is <span style="font-style: italic;">nothing on earth I desire</span> besides you..."<br /><br />I wish I could say that this was true for me. But lately, I have desired things - good things, things that God tells us are blessings, much more than him. I have idolized having a child, as if that will save me, or make my life perfect, or even fix this sadness I've had inside me. But I should have remembered the next verse in Psalm 73, verse 26: "My flesh and my heart may fail, but <span style="font-style: italic;">God </span>is the strength of my heart and my portion forever."<br /><br />I do want a child. But I think these days I need to do more praying that I don't want one more than I want the one who can form them in their inmost being.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-957219954290928515?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-40230316169665100432009-07-07T12:39:00.005-04:002009-07-08T11:48:40.571-04:00Friend or Foe?This morning I went out to check on the garden, as I often do, and found that I was not the only one checking things out. I was joined be this little fella...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zdI8hZr3A/SlN6n_qb8oI/AAAAAAAAAcA/B-CF5zPt3RY/s1600-h/turtle.jpg"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 191px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zdI8hZr3A/SlN6n_qb8oI/AAAAAAAAAcA/B-CF5zPt3RY/s320/turtle.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5355759209396564610" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Cute little guy, to be sure. But then I wondered, is he really here just to bask in the beauty of the garden I have planted, or is he here for something more sinister? Does he intend to help himself to my home grown ground level salad bar? I don't know. Thankfully, most of the garden is in raised beds, and I seriously doubt turtles can scale vertical walls (can they?). But the zucchini and cucumber vines have long since outgrown the garden beds and are sprawling across the yard.<br /><br />I picked another zucchini to keep the turtle from eating it. But I thought I should look into the matter. Are garden turtles friends or foes? Does anybody know?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-4023031616966510043?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716616795672911379noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-85422199477713565262009-07-04T18:05:00.000-04:002009-07-04T18:06:10.131-04:00ZucchiniWe've been trying to get creative about eating our zucchini.<br /><br />So far, I've made:<br />zucchini fritters<br />roasted zucchini<br />grilled zucchini<br /><a href="http://agoodappetite.blogspot.com/2008/09/dark-chocolate-zucchini-cupcakes.html">chocolate zucchini cupcakes</a><br />honey zucchini bread<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SkrZHo7X5PI/AAAAAAAABds/9zzSMeWsY-k/s1600-h/IMG_3244.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SkrZHo7X5PI/AAAAAAAABds/9zzSMeWsY-k/s320/IMG_3244.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353329832352015602" border="0" /></a><br />Last week, I decided I wanted to make some kind of tart, and found <a href="http://chocolateandzucchini.com/archives/2004/09/zucchini_polenta_tart.php">this recipe</a> on the web, for a zucchini tart made with a polenta crust. I don't have polenta, nor have I ever eaten it. I'm also a little fuzzy on what exactly it is, except I know it has something to do with corn.<br /><br />For a southern twist, I substituted grits for the base, making them according to the recipe on the package, and then baking them in the oven. I think I made a little too much and the crust ended up being so thick that it didn't get all crunchy like in the other recipe, and I wish I'd added a little more season to them to make the crust a little more flavorful.<br /><br />But the recipe was really delicious, and I cooked the zucchini with fresh thyme and sage, and also added caramelized onions for extra flavor. The second day I cooked up some sausage and served the sausage along with the tart - making it decidedly not vegetarian, but definitely more delicious than it had been.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SkrZH9JP5HI/AAAAAAAABd0/aNIiXRN_yeo/s1600-h/IMG_3246.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SkrZH9JP5HI/AAAAAAAABd0/aNIiXRN_yeo/s320/IMG_3246.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353329837778920562" border="0" /></a><br />Up next for our adventures in zucchini? Stuffed zucchini. And maybe some zucchini relish. I'll keep you posted.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-8542219947771356526?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-3450924250567479292009-07-02T08:31:00.002-04:002009-07-02T10:37:09.561-04:00Happy moments.If you didn't already know, I kind of, just a little bit, enjoy delivering babies. I think I've said this before, but I always feel very honored that people would choose to let me take part in such a special moment in their lives.<br /><br />I <span style="font-style: italic;">especially </span>feel honored when my coworkers choose to come to me for their OB care.<br /><br />Early this morning, I had the pleasure of being present at the delivery of the son of one of my co-residents. Not only do I work with him, but his wife is one of my closest friends here in Greenwood, and for the last 9 months or so, I've gotten to watch this little guy grow and take care of his mom.<br /><br />It's been a blast, and it was wonderful finally seeing the cute chubby cheeks we've been watching on ultrasound for so long. The only thing better than delivering babies is delivering a baby you've prayed for and whose parents you love.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-345092425056747929?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-30069256318363216692009-07-01T21:30:00.000-04:002009-07-01T21:30:13.558-04:00Peaches, round 2.After making jam, I started looking for other ways to use peaches. When my mom makes roast pork or pork chops, she often serves it with curried fruit. I am a huge fan of the fruit/meat combination, and so wanted to find some way to use the peaches along with some thick cut pork chops I had in my freezer.<br /><br />I decided to do a peach stuffed pork chop, and thinking about how well curried fruit goes with pork, I added some curry and ginger to give it a good flavor.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SkrWAcuM5fI/AAAAAAAABdc/YONxVK1GAy4/s1600-h/pork2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SkrWAcuM5fI/AAAAAAAABdc/YONxVK1GAy4/s320/pork2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353326410281575922" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">Curried peach stuffed pork chops</span><br /><br />3 or 4 thick cut pork chops<br />4 c. chopped peaches<br />1 onion, sliced<br />1 clove garlic<br />2 tsp. fresh grated ginger<br />1 tsp curry powder<br />1/2 c. bread crumbs<br />salt and pepper<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Heat 2 T. olive oil in a saute pan and add garlic and ginger and saute until garlic is brown. Next add onions and soften. Add peaches and curry and cook until soft. Take off heat and stir in bread crumbs.</span><br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Slice open pork chops, leaving attached along one edge. Put as much stuffing as will fit into the pork chop, and use toothpicks to secure it closed. Sprinkle each side with salt and pepper. Over medium heat, sear each side of the pork chop for a few minutes, then place in a baking dish, surround with any leftover stuffing, and bake at 350 for 45 minutes, or until the internal temperature is 160.</span><br /><br />These were really delicious. The pork was tender, the flavor of the fruit complementing it well. I also added a dash of some chili powder, and so ours had a bit of a kick, but they'd be good without it as well.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-3006925631836321669?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-8669182627482953322009-07-01T07:30:00.000-04:002009-07-01T07:33:29.887-04:00PeachesI love fresh, ripe peaches. And South Carolina peaches are some of the best around. I recently got a huge basket of them. My first thought of what to make was Vanilla Peach Jam.<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SkrV_84PI3I/AAAAAAAABdU/Zo4G48pcBas/s1600-h/IMG_3229.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SkrV_84PI3I/AAAAAAAABdU/Zo4G48pcBas/s320/IMG_3229.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5353326401733731186" border="0" /></a>Jam is surprisingly easy to make. And now, with all the fresh fruit around, is the best time to do it. The best way, in my opinion to peel peaches is to blanch them, placing them first in boiling water for a few minutes, then dropping them into an ice bath. The skins come off easily then, and you don't waste any fruit.<br /><br />To prepare the jars, you can either run them through the dishwasher, or put them in another pot filled with boiling water. You don't need to boil the lids, just heat them with a little water in a small saute pan.<br /><br />Vanilla Peach Jam<br /><br />4 c. peeled, sliced, and slightly smushed peaches<br />1 box low sugar pectin<br />3 c. sugar<br />1 T. vanilla<br />2t. lemon juice.<br /><br />Put peaches with lemon juice in a large stock pot (it will seem like over kill, but trust me) and stir in the pectin. While stirring constantly, bring peaches to a full boil. Add the vanilla and sugar and boil for another minute.<br /><br />Pour into prepared jars, leaving 1/4 in. head space at top. Put on lids, then process in boiling water for 10 minutes.<br /><br />I got 1 pint jar, and 5 half pint jars from this recipe.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-866918262748295332?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-61455798259448805802009-06-29T20:06:00.006-04:002009-06-29T20:28:02.681-04:00Bounty - Tell Garden '09Tell garden '09 is getting into full swing. Its a lot different than Tell garden '08 was. Partly because I was smart and planted things differently, partly because I was lazy and got a late start on my tomatoes, and partly because certain things are growing better and certain things worse than last year. Sadly, because of the late start it will be a few more weeks before we enjoy the rich red bounty of homegrown tomatoes. But I do have three new varieties going that we didn't do last year, so it will be worth the wait.<br /><br />In the meantime, here is tonight's bounty...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zdI8hZr3A/SklYjsozN_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/9wkatgy_7bg/s1600-h/IMG_3241.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zdI8hZr3A/SklYjsozN_I/AAAAAAAAAbo/9wkatgy_7bg/s320/IMG_3241.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352907002407499762" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />the three on the right are cucumbers, a few green beans in the middle (yes, I did try to write our name with the beans), and a whole slew of zucchini. We're having trouble keeping up with the zucchini production. We've already eaten 6 or 7 of them in various preparations, and as you can see, we still have 7 in the kitchen, including this monster...<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zdI8hZr3A/SklYkN5AGRI/AAAAAAAAAb4/xvuLbXdcbg8/s1600-h/IMG_3240.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zdI8hZr3A/SklYkN5AGRI/AAAAAAAAAb4/xvuLbXdcbg8/s320/IMG_3240.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352907011333822738" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Aubrey asked me to take a shot of the zucchini without her in it, because she didn't think she looked cute enough to go on the blog. So naturally, I took her picture. Isn't she cute?<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zdI8hZr3A/SklYj2RB3VI/AAAAAAAAAbw/W_bFfz2rJgc/s1600-h/IMG_3239.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zdI8hZr3A/SklYj2RB3VI/AAAAAAAAAbw/W_bFfz2rJgc/s320/IMG_3239.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5352907004992150866" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-6145579825944880580?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716616795672911379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-68429547805677313662009-06-28T18:06:00.002-04:002009-06-28T18:29:46.764-04:00TruthI've had a horrible week. I've been on call 3 times in 7 days, plus another extra work shift requiring me to be at the hospital until 10:30 pm. I'm on call now. I have been completely frustrated, stressed out, and exhausted this week. There is a lot that I don't understand right now.<br /><br />What to do when you feel like this? Try reading some <a href="http://www.desiringgod.org/Blog/1307_why_god_doesnt_fully_explain_pain/">John Piper</a>.<br /><p> <span style="font-style: italic;">"Trust does not demand more than God has told us. And he has given us immeasurably precious promises that he is in control of all things and </span><em style="font-style: italic;">only</em><span style="font-style: italic;"> does good to his children. And he has given us a very thick book where we can read story after story after story about how he rules for the good of his people. </span></p> <p><span style="font-style: italic;"> Let’s trust him and not ask for what our brains cannot contain."</span><br /></p>Trying hard to remember that today.<p></p><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-6842954780567731366?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-34724296120554743262009-06-25T11:59:00.004-04:002009-06-26T07:32:41.066-04:007 very quick takes.The ultra short edition...<br /><br />1. I ate Thai food the other night... <span style="font-style: italic;">in Greenwood</span>!! Ethnic food has come to town. It was delicious, fairly inexpensive, and h<span style="font-style: italic;">ere in town</span>! I cannot explain how excited I am to finally have good ethnic food here. Now if only we'd get a good bookstore, I could live here permanently.<br /><br />2. I have felt so exhausted being back on call every fourth night. Did I feel this tired all of last year?? Apparently I've blocked it out. One more reason to be glad I'm almost a third year - just <span style="font-style: italic; font-weight: bold;">one </span>call a month.<br /><br />3. There is almost nothing quite as lovely as fresh peaches cut up, being made into jam. The yellowy-orangey-reddish hues are just stunningly beautiful. And tasty. Pictures (and recipe) to follow later.<br /><br />4. I admitted someone to the hospital Monday night with blood pressure so high it could not even accurately be measured on our equipment. That means his systolic pressure (the number on top) was OVER 320!! I didn't even know that was possible. Miraculously, he felt fine. I almost expected to go into the room and find his body exploded.<br /><br />5. I become a third year resident officially on July 1. It seems like the time has flown by. I'm excited, but also a little scared since now I really need to start looking for a job. It stresses me out just thinking about it. (Which is why I currently am just ignoring it.)<br /><br />6. A bug flew in my eye while I was running the other night and scratched my cornea. It hurt like the dickens. I didn't think it was possible to have a bug-related eye injury. Aren't eyelashes supposed to stop stuff like that?<br /><br />7. I was at Bible Study on Monday night with 7 other women - 1 with a newborn, FIVE who were pregnant, and one single girl. Sometimes I hate <a href="http://jandatell.blogspot.com/2009/03/not-your-doctor.html">my</a> <a href="http://jandatell.blogspot.com/2009/04/meditation.html">life</a>. Sigh.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-3472429612055474326?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-19748609512182703312009-06-24T09:18:00.002-04:002009-06-24T10:46:40.630-04:00Healthier FrostingSince I've been on OB again, I'm back on call every fourth night, which means my blog has been a little neglected. Since my post-call, pre-call brain can't come up with much of substance to write, I thought I'd post a recipe.<br /><br />I love dessert. A little too much. But in my recent kick of healthier eating I've been looking for some better-for-you sweet things to satisfy my sweet tooth. My most recent discovery is a fairly tasty frosting that is much lower in fat than usual. This week I used it to frost some chocolate-zucchini mini-cupcakes (maybe a post for a later day?) that were delicious.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">As an aside, this is not a pretty frosting. Your cupcakes or cake will not look like something from a magazine, but you can rest in knowing that you can enjoy them without feeling guilty about what they will do to your hips.<br /><br /></span>Guiltless orange cream cheese frosting<br />8 oz. low-fat or fat free cream cheese<br />1/2 c. low fat cottage cheese<br />1/2 c. splenda<br />1/2 to 1 c. powdered sugar<br />Juice and zest from 1/2 orange<br />1/2 t. Vanilla<br /><br />Mix together cheeses and sugar/splenda until smooth-ish. You may need to add a little more sugar depending on your taste. Then add orange juice, zest, and vanilla and blend until incorporated. If it is too thick, you can add a little more cottage cheese.<br /><br />Frost to your heart's content! It goes really well with chocolate. Or just eat it on some fruit. Or to top off some <a href="http://jandatell.blogspot.com/2009/06/how-to-know-if-your-husband-watches.html">crepes</a>.<br /><br />Tasty <span style="font-style: italic;">and </span>healthy?? That definitely <a href="http://www.wearethatfamily.com/">works for me</a>.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-1974860951218270331?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-89005850091049819622009-06-20T08:14:00.004-04:002009-06-20T12:30:22.878-04:00How to know if your husband watches Food Network.1. You decide to make grilled chicken sandwiches for dinner. He thinks to whip up a little garlic-dill-lime mayo to go on top. (I don't really even <span style="font-style: italic;">like </span>mayo, but that was perfect.)<br /><br />2. After dinner, he realizes he wants to make some dessert. His choice? Crepes. That's right - he makes delicious crepes, then fills them with a smear of nutella and strawberries.<br /><br />This is easily the biggest benefit to having cable TV.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-8900585009104981962?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-7141317159108304952009-06-17T21:32:00.002-04:002009-06-17T22:23:58.452-04:00Surprised.Just when I think I grasp a little of what to expect from the human body, patients come along and totally surprise me.<br /><br />Tonight, I delivered a sweet little boy - not too surprising. His mom, though, had to be induced because of pre-eclampsia, a dangerous condition in pregnancy that can result in seizures, stroke, and even death to mom, and numerous complications in the child. We made the decision to induce after a lot of deliberation this afternoon - she was only 35 weeks along, but seemed to be worsening, and we felt the risks of keeping mom pregnant outweighed the risks of preterm delivery. I started her induction this afternoon by placing a medication in her cervix to make it softer, so hopefully tonight I could start a second medication to open it.<br /><br />As I placed the medicine in, I knew, I <span style="font-style: italic;">just knew</span> without a doubt, that this induction was not going to go well. Everything from her exam indicated that we might have a difficult time getting her delivered. I had already decided that either late tonight or early tomorrow something would happen - baby wouldn't tolerate the medicine, she wouldn't change her cervix, that her pre-eclampsia would worsen further, necesitating rapid delivery, and we would have to do a c-section. I was convinced that there was almost no chance of vaginal delivery.<br /><br />Around 8pm, a mere 6 hours after I put in the medication (a medicine that doesn't usually make the cervix open), I was called to evaluate the patient because she was in lots of pain and contracting every other minute. The nurse pulled out the medicine, I checked her cervix and she was 6cm dilated. The CRNA came in to give her an epidural and 15 minutes later(!) I was called back in as we were ready for delivery. 1 slow, steady push later, baby came right out and quickly let out a strong cry.<br /><br />The longer I am in medicine, the more I realize that we are beautifully and wonderfully made, and that our amazing creator knows a lot more than I do about his <span style="font-style: italic;">very good</span> creation.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-714131715910830495?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-32400390299949435572009-06-16T20:24:00.004-04:002009-06-16T21:05:03.672-04:00Nutella Ice CreamI'm not sure who figured out that hazelnut and chocolate were the perfect combination, but whoever it was, I might should name my firstborn after them. It is easily my favorite flavor. The best cookies I have ever made and eaten? <a href="http://www.chezpim.com/blogs/2009/02/dark-chocolate-hazelnut-bites.html">These right here</a>. Why I never before thought to make Nutella Ice Cream, I'm not sure, but when <a href="http://www.foodblogsearch.com/">I was looking</a> for good ice cream recipes the other day, I was very happy to find <a href="http://www.sugarlaws.com/nutella-ice-cream">this one</a>. It was super simple - no eggs, no cooking, just a few ingredients to make a delicious, chocolately dessert.<br /><br />The recipe I found only makes about 2 cups of ice cream, though. Whoever only make 2 cups of ice cream? Not me. Or anyone else with the last name (or former last name) of Rampey. So here is what I did:<br /><br />1 jar Nutella<br />1 c. sugar<br />1.5 c. heavy cream<br />3 c. milk.<br /><br />Mix all ingredients in the stand mixer, chill, and freeze in ice cream machine.<br /><br />I think it might be better to use warm milk or cream to help the Nutella dissolve in the milk better. There is <a href="http://chocolateandzucchini.com/archives/2008/02/super_simple_nutella_ice_cream.php">another recipe</a> I also found that looks even easier that I might try next time.<br /><br />I'm excited about trying some new flavors of homemade ice cream this summer. Next time, I think I'll try <a href="http://www.davidlebovitz.com/archives/2007/04/salted_butter_c.html">this one</a>, for salted butter caramel ice cream. (Doesn't that just make your mouth water?) I'd also like to try to make some honey ice cream.<br /><br />What do you think? What sounds good to you? Any interesting flavors we should try?<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-3240039029994943557?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com4tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-73417284920873547652009-06-15T13:13:00.004-04:002009-06-15T20:09:15.991-04:00Jeff's favorite baseball stadiumsOn our recent California vacation Aubrey and I added two more major league baseball stadiums to our list. I'd been to both of the old stadiums in San Diego and San Fransisco, but the new ones were major improvements. So for your enjoyment and mine, I thought I'd rank the ones I've been to in terms of quality of (my) experience.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">1. Wrigley Field</span>. As a lifelong Cubs fan this ranking might be accused of being subjective and emotionally based. Yeah? So? Wrigley is an awesome stadium. It was a downtown stadium before downtown stadiums were cool. If you're a baseball fan at all, a trip to the friendly confines is worth it. The beauty of the ivy, the experience of the bleachers, the hand operated scoreboard, the lack of jumbo-tron, the flags blowing out, Harry Carey singing Take Me Out to the Ballgame off pitch back in the day, the non-corporate sponsor based name, the view of the Sears tower, the historic marquee, Clark and Addison, Waveland and Sheffield, the majority of day games. And if the Cubbies win one, its even better.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">2. AT &amp; T, San Fransisco</span>. The Old Candlestick was pretty horrible for baseball, but the new AT &amp; T is pretty excellent. Its still cold at night in San Fransisco, but now sitting out in the cold is worth it. The views of the bay are so stunning that its easy to lose track of the game. The chance of a homerun ball going in the bay is pretty cool. And it is perhaps the only downtown stadium that provides parking, no small feat in downtown San Fransisco.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">3. Petco, San Diego</span>. This is another serious improvement. The old Qualcomm (nee Jack Murphy) out in the valley was pretty blah, a generic staduim surrounded by a sea of concrete. But Petco is a beautiful old timey stadium right in the heart of downtown San Diego, one of my favorite cities in the world. The stadium includes a park for the kids, and an old building was incorperated into the stadium, rather than being torn down.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">4. The Old Busch, St. Louis</span>. Ironically (for a Cubs fan) this is another sentimental favorite. You could see down into it from the top of the Arch, Steve Stone famously quipped at a hot and humid midsummer Cubs game, "Its a beautiful day for baseball, if you're a fern." And on April 5, 2003, at a Cards-Astros game, in the upper left field seats, I held Aubrey's hand for the first time ever. The new Busch looks awfully nice too, but it was sold out the one day we tried to go, and the scalpers were all overpriced.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">5. Progressive Field, Cleveland.</span> This is the only AL stadium on the list, but if they're all like this, then I like them. The stadium was one highlight of an excellent Cleveland vacation last summer around Austin and Elise's wedding. Stadium is pretty, we had fun with the new in-laws, and Grady Sizemore hit a home run.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">6. Coors, Denver.</span> As a psuedo-Coloradan, one might think this would rank higher, but for some reason it doesn't. Maybe because its been a long time since my last visit. It is a nice stadium though, with good views of Denver and the Rockies, nice sunsets, lots of home runs, and volatile weather. Me and Dad once caught a Cubs game there, and with two outs in the bottom of the eighth the game was delayed for over an hour by a thunderstorm. Dad and I had to leave our upper deck seats because of lightning. And when the game resumed an hour later, there were only a couple hundred fans left, and we had awesome seats behind the first base dugout for those last four outs. And ten minutes later the Cubs lost and we headed home.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">7. Turner, Atlanta.</span> This is my closest "home" stadium, and we make the yearly visit when the Cubs are in town, but still, it doesn't do much for me. Its pretty enough. Maybe if we saw the Cubs win more often I'd like it more.<br /><br /><span style="font-weight: bold;">8. The Vet, Philadelphia</span>. In the tradition of stadiums built in the 60's and 70's it was a multi-purpose circle of concrete blahness.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-7341728492087354765?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716616795672911379noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-74934321654954095872009-06-12T08:58:00.002-04:002009-06-12T09:48:05.927-04:00More reasons to love ultrasound.As if you didn't know already, I love doing ultrasounds. Tuesday in clinic, I had one of the most fun ones I've done yet.<br /><br />It was my first visit with this patient, a young Mennonite woman, pregnant with her first baby. I always like to do an ultrasound at the first visit, just so I can get a measurement and make sure the dates are correct. (I also do an ultrasound at almost every visit if there's time, mostly because I love to do it and it's good practice.)<br /><br />As I placed the probe on her belly, I was immediately struck by <span style="font-style: italic;">how many</span> body parts I saw. I continued looking, more carefully, and counting. Two heads. Two bodies. Two placentas.<br /><br />"Well," I said, "You're having twins."<br />She looked at me, shocked. "I've been worried I would have twins. My husband and I were joking about it yesterday."<br />I pulled the machine around so she could see better, and took some pictures of the two tiny bodies. They were beautiful - moving a lot, growing well, and with two strong heartbeats. I was excited - this was the first time I've ever actually told someone they were having twins.<br /><br />She, mostly, was speechless.<br /><br />I can't wait to see her again.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-7493432165495409587?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-77428901025433208252009-06-10T22:02:00.002-04:002009-06-10T22:56:38.189-04:00At the Drive-In.Greenwood now boasts its own <a href="http://www.25drivein.com/">drive-in movie theater</a>. Having never actually been to one, I was quite excited to check it out last weekend. We packed up some dinner, got some cash (they only accept cash at the gate) and headed out just before sundown. We parked, tuned our radio station to 106.1, and waited for the previews to start. They charge $7 admission per adult, but each week show a double feature, so you get two movies for the price of one. Our only complaint is that now that we are old, staying awake through two movies when the first one starts at 9pm is a bit of a challenge. That aside, being able to enjoy a delicious dinner from home, bring our own drinks, and enjoy the movie under the summer sky was quite a treat. We will definitely be going back.<br /><br />Ever since Toy Story<span style="font-style: italic;">, </span>I always look forward to Pixar movies, and had been waiting for a good time to see their newest feature, <span style="font-style: italic;">Up. </span>Thankfully for us, both <span style="font-style: italic;">Up </span>and <span style="font-style: italic;">Night at the Museum 2</span> were this week's selections down at the drive in.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Up</span> met all of my expectations for a Pixar film - beautifully animated, quirky, likeable characters, and a creative premise that all made for a wonderful film. Often in cartoon movies, the plot is about the princess finding her prince, and ends at the wedding. The <span style="font-style: italic;">beginning </span>of this movie showed the beauty of <span style="font-style: italic;">marriage</span>, of living the ups and downs of life with your best friend at your side, and of how much more full life can be when we reach out to those around us. I was struck by how much more I liked this movie than, say, <span style="font-style: italic;">Fireproof</span>. I know I'm supposed to like movies that are "Christian," but I'd rather see a movie that is actually <span style="font-style: italic;">good</span>. Instead of an overwrought film that <span style="font-style: italic;">tells </span>me that marriage is great and that husbands and wives should love each other, I pick the subtle, well made story that <span style="font-style: italic;">shows </span>me.<br /><br />So go see <span style="font-style: italic;">Up</span>. I can't promise that you won't cry (I did) but it's one of the best things to come out of Hollywood since, well, <span style="font-style: italic;">Wall-E.</span><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-7742890102543320825?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-19753523140239192982009-06-08T18:26:00.005-04:002009-06-08T20:12:07.498-04:00Summer Reading.In addition to doing lots of other <a href="http://jandatell.blogspot.com/2009/05/postcard-day-3.html">fun things</a> <a href="http://jandatell.blogspot.com/2009/05/postcard-day-1.html">on</a> <a href="http://jandatell.blogspot.com/2009/06/final-postcard.html">vacation</a>, I read several books. My usual way to find stuff to read is just to go to the library and check out some books that catch my fancy, but occasionally I'll have things in mind before going. The results are usually mixed. For example: I read Hemingway's <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Farewell-Arms-Scribner-Classics/dp/0684837889/ref=sr_1_6?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1244502899&amp;sr=1-6"><span style="font-style: italic;">A Farewell to Arms</span></a> and loved it, Lewis's <span style="font-style: italic;">Through the Looking Glass</span> and thought it strange but good. <a href="http://www.amazon.com/Country-novel-Bobbie-Ann-Mason/dp/0060835176/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1244503351&amp;sr=1-1"><span style="font-style: italic;">In Country</span></a> by Bobbie Ann Mason, though, was not really worth the time. My absolute favorite thing I read on the trip was actually something I picked up at the airport on the way home, having slightly miscalculated and not brought enough books with me.<br /><br /><a href="http://www.amazon.com/Guernsey-Literary-Potato-Society-Readers/dp/0385341008/ref=sr_1_1?ie=UTF8&amp;s=books&amp;qid=1244502623&amp;sr=8-1"><span style="font-style: italic;">The Guernsey Literary and Potato Peel Pie Society</span></a> by Mary Ann Shaffer and Annie Barrows is a well written novel that is entirely in the form of letters between the characters. I have read a few other books written this way, and find it to be fairly creative and interesting way to tell a story. It is not a difficult read - I finished it on the plane - but was highly entertaining, funny, and moving. Before reading this, I had never even heard about the German occupation of these islands, but now I find myself wanting to do a little research. The characters came alive to me and I just couldn't stop reading. Before I knew it, it was over. I wished for a sequel. Sadly, the main author of this book passed away just as it was published, and it was finished by her niece. So if you need a good beach book (and don't mind maybe crying at the beach) I'd say pick this one up!<br /><br />On a similar note, I'd love to hear some other suggestions about what I should read next....<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-1975352314023919298?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-35735333381102187262009-06-06T13:16:00.004-04:002009-06-06T13:32:15.694-04:00Mile High Doctor.On our flight to California, I was watching some TV when suddenly I heard an announcement overhead:<br />"If there are any doctors on board, you are needed in the coach cabin."<br /><br />I looked over to the other aisle, and sure enough, there were several people gathered. I got up quickly and went over. A young woman had apparently fainted. She was lying down in the aisle, a flight attendant was giving her some oxygen. There were 2 other people there, as well. She apparently occasionally passes out. I felt her pulse, and took her blood pressure - both normal. I could tell she now mostly just felt embarrassed. Eventually, she got up and I walked with her to the bathroom. She really was fine. The flight attendants asked me several times if I wanted a cocktail. I declined. I really didn't feel like I had done anything. I got back in my seat, and then I had to do .... you guessed it... paperwork. I wrote down my name and address several times, as well as her symptoms. Apparently there is no escaping paperwork, even if you are cruising at 10,000 feet.<br /><br />Then another flight attendant walked over and handed me a container of pringles and a bag of M&amp;Ms, about $6 worth of overpriced airline snacks.<br /><br />I decided it was payment for services rendered.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-3573533338110218726?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com3tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-67409969328148609772009-06-05T06:00:00.000-04:002009-06-05T06:00:01.228-04:00Reminder.I found out today a friend is pregnant. I was excited - her husband is a graduating third year, they are moving back to his hometown, and I really wasn't surprised. (It's odd how finding out certain people are pregnant bothers me more than hearing certain other people are pregnant. I can't really explain it.) I, of course, ask all the prerequisite questions.<br /><br /><span style="font-style: italic;">Do you know what you are having?</span> She wants to be surprised.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">How far along are you?</span> 16 weeks.<br /><span style="font-style: italic;">When are you due?</span> November 15.<br /><br />Then it hit me, hard. My smile faltered. November 15 was <span style="font-style: italic;">my </span>due date. The one I quickly looked up on the pregnancy wheel at work one day, right after I saw that second faint blue line.<br /><br />And suddenly I was reminded again of all that I have lost.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-6740996932814860977?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-86734131552390156682009-06-04T15:08:00.002-04:002009-06-04T15:21:55.911-04:00Home.We are home.<br /><br />I came back to work today and was greeted by a box full of paperwork to fill out.<br /><br />I love paperwork.<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-8673413155239015668?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-32864091557007386042009-06-02T22:31:00.004-04:002009-06-02T23:13:23.929-04:00Final postcard.<a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SiXpfuwm9eI/AAAAAAAABc8/B1Nw2Vc9Z1E/s1600-h/baseball.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 213px; height: 320px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SiXpfuwm9eI/AAAAAAAABc8/B1Nw2Vc9Z1E/s320/baseball.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342933264282088930" border="0" /></a>It's been a fun and tiring few days - another baseball game (Sacramento Rivercats),<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SiXiBPDn1LI/AAAAAAAABc0/i-5lbUSrxdM/s1600-h/jefftree2.jpg"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 96px; height: 320px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SiXiBPDn1LI/AAAAAAAABc0/i-5lbUSrxdM/s320/jefftree2.jpg" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342925043794433202" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SiXiAgc7LII/AAAAAAAABck/b88IhUtxANQ/s1600-h/JAtree.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SiXiAgc7LII/AAAAAAAABck/b88IhUtxANQ/s320/JAtree.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342925031284092034" border="0" /></a>Calaveras Big Trees State Park,<br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SiXiA0vhPGI/AAAAAAAABcs/Y2hLN1jfbXs/s1600-h/grouptahoe.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SiXiA0vhPGI/AAAAAAAABcs/Y2hLN1jfbXs/s320/grouptahoe.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342925036730793058" border="0" /></a>Lake Tahoe, <span style="font-style: italic;"><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SiXpgTyl_7I/AAAAAAAABdM/2FjaLmu9AHg/s1600-h/vineyard.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SiXpgTyl_7I/AAAAAAAABdM/2FjaLmu9AHg/s320/vineyard.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342933274222526386" border="0" /></a><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SiXpgAD2ZAI/AAAAAAAABdE/HvXbSrASIGU/s1600-h/hills2.JPG"><img style="margin: 0px auto 10px; display: block; text-align: center; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_LA0QFS_9wH4/SiXpgAD2ZAI/AAAAAAAABdE/HvXbSrASIGU/s320/hills2.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5342933268926194690" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="font-style: italic;"><br />and </span>Napa Valley. All beautiful and fun, but we are ready to come home. Hopefully we'll see you all soon!<br /><br />Love,<br />Jeff and Aubrey<div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-3286409155700738604?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Aubreyhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07821592360402715054noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-21461874.post-21306814868682198582009-05-30T19:05:00.003-04:002009-05-30T19:22:27.504-04:00PostcardsA little photo catch up from the last few days... first the elephant seals we saw just south of the Big Sur coast. This one fella was woofing up a storm, must have thought he owned the beach...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zdI8hZr3A/SiG9dPRep5I/AAAAAAAAAbI/LreqMALCRvQ/s1600-h/sealbraying1.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 315px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zdI8hZr3A/SiG9dPRep5I/AAAAAAAAAbI/LreqMALCRvQ/s320/sealbraying1.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341758943051818898" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />The scenery continued to be stunning...<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zdI8hZr3A/SiG9cx3QiVI/AAAAAAAAAbA/OsIHcf0nlGc/s1600-h/rockchainclose.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zdI8hZr3A/SiG9cx3QiVI/AAAAAAAAAbA/OsIHcf0nlGc/s320/rockchainclose.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341758935157213522" border="0" /></a><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />We took the Pacific Coast Highway all the way up to just north of the Golden Gate bridge. As usual, it was a bit cloudy in San Fran.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zdI8hZr3A/SiG9dRM8HGI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/OpManjW67Fw/s1600-h/goldengate.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zdI8hZr3A/SiG9dRM8HGI/AAAAAAAAAbQ/OpManjW67Fw/s320/goldengate.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341758943569648738" border="0" /></a><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />Last night we went to a Giants game at the new stadium. It was one of the best views I've ever had in a baseball stadium. Pictures of that to come. (I don't know why blogger wants to underline this)<br /><br /><br /></span><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zdI8hZr3A/SiG9d3e7HOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/u467iYxYmeQ/s1600-h/Seminary.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zdI8hZr3A/SiG9d3e7HOI/AAAAAAAAAbY/u467iYxYmeQ/s320/Seminary.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341758953845628130" border="0" /></a><br /><span style="text-decoration: underline;"><br /><br /></span><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br /><br />From the corner of the stadium you could see the Bay Bridge all lit up.<br /><br /><br /><a onblur="try {parent.deselectBloggerImageGracefully();} catch(e) {}" href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zdI8hZr3A/SiG-Fvah6pI/AAAAAAAAAbg/sgQtgVSxHog/s1600-h/nightbridge.JPG"><img style="margin: 0pt 10px 10px 0pt; float: left; cursor: pointer; width: 320px; height: 213px;" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_-8zdI8hZr3A/SiG-Fvah6pI/AAAAAAAAAbg/sgQtgVSxHog/s320/nightbridge.JPG" alt="" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5341759638874483346" border="0" /></a><div class="blogger-post-footer"><img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/21461874-2130681486868219858?l=jandatell.blogspot.com'/></div>Jeffhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/06716616795672911379noreply@blogger.com0