Well, some other quick updates.
The cat, Roosevelt, is doing well. I think I have the flea situation corrected or at least at levels as to render them undetectable. I had him microchipped on Sunday.
We are in the mist of picking our schedules for when we go over to clinics. I have 13, which means I'll get to pick a good schedule BUT the thing I forgot in my excitement was that I get 13th to last selection for electives. Its not a huge deal, I guess. It doesn't matter much when I take certain things.
Anyway, knowing that I had these selections coming up (we do the selection Monday after Thanksgiving break), I asked Joe if there was a certain time of year that he'd prefer to get married, and thus I'd arrange a block without a rotation in that time. (He's promised me I'll graduate as Dr. Mulvaney but I don't really care.) He didn't.
So the next day, I was talking to my mom about this schedule business and I jokingly told her about what I asked Joe and she flipped out. Last year, I declared to her that I was likely to marry Joe. She took it surprisingly well. So now, she goes on this tirad about how I shouldn't get married before graduating and how its a horrible idea. How will I have time for a new marriage? she asks. How would I have time for a new marriage with a new career? I ask. Then it all comes down to she wants me to graduate as Dr. Pope. What does it matter? No one will know you as Dr.Mulvaney. No one will know me as Dr.Pope in Pennsylvania either. Then the real reason comes out-when the announcement that I graduated vet school comes out in the local newspaper, she wants to make sure that everyone in our town/county knows that I did! How selfish is that?
Then I talk to her later after both of us have talked to my little brother, Jerry. He's told her that I plan on getting married next week. Why would he tell me that?, she asks. Because he's an asshole maybe? She's all like, I'd hope that you would have more respect for us than to run off. I told her I did, as I wanted to wear a pretty dress and get lots of presents. (Generally what defers me anytime.)
So my mom is freaking out about me getting married. I'm pretty sure as bad as it sounds, its freaking out because I want to marry Joe. If it was Jeremiah from DeSoto, it would be all fine I'm sure...
Normally, mom and I get along really well. The problem comes because we are so much alike when one of us gets into a snit we butt heads rather violently. Joe always tells me that I should apolygize but that's not how it works with us. He doesn't know. And then when Joe and I fight, he says mean things about my parents-how he knows why my dad is so quiet. He says I'm like my mom-in a bad way-I know I am but he shouldn't say those things since he doesn't really know my mom either. Wait, this wasn't about me and Joe...
[EDIT-Originally published to Blogger on 11/14/11]
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