belle

okie.. so i know i'm sorry i havent quite made a "good come back" and all.. but hey, a little at a time right? so my boyfriend got me a cute little kitty.... as a "i love you present". now lemme preface this, i DO NOT LIKE CATS. although, who doesnt love little things?

puppies?

kitties?

tiny little bunnies?

who doesn't??? he likes cats, he already owns a cat. MEET TUXIE... well his full name is Professor Tux Four Paws

he's the king of the house. he's a very very tempermental cat, always wants to be pet first, fed first. he's a cute little fur ball... fat fur ball. hehehe. but he's mostly my boyfriends cat, cause again, im not a CAT person. Dont get me wrong, i love him. i wasnt' very excited at first to hear that my boyfriend got a cat, about 2 years ago. I used to very scared, cause he'd just jump on me, just weird getting used animal around the house. I never had pets growing up, so again, WEIRD. BUT I LOVE THE LITTLE BUGGER...

now... *** DRUMROLLL** meet belle..........Belle Sox Four Paws: I wanted to call her "belle" cause she's soooo purtttyy, just like my favorite disney princess, "belle" from beauty and the beast. He wanted to call it "sox" after his favorite baseball team .. *mennnn*.

here she is when we first got her, 8 weeks and 3 days old:

here's my cutie, on monday when i went to visit him, i found her with a bloody cheek, bloody hind paw and bloody ear. she had scratched her self silly and we took her to the Animal hospital ER and got her looked at. here's what she came back with.
a little cone. hehehehehe she's sooo cute.

here's her trying to figure how to jump and not have her cone land first. LOL... everytime she jumped off here, she would go head first and her cone would hit first and it was sad for her, but hilarious to watch. she's too cute, everytime she messed up, she'd run to me, and crawl between my legs or behind my back. In the last picture she's 12 weeks old. my they grow fast .. hehehe.. oh ps: im allergic to cats and kittens. hehehee i load up on my claritin when i go visit my kitten.

ok.. so i promised my self i wouldnt become one of those crazy pet owners who carry pictures of their pets in the wallets and refer to them as their kids. I SWEAR my patients do that. LIKE one of the patient's i just had on monday..

me: do you live alone or with someone at home

patient: "yea.. i live with my 3 kids.. "

me: how old are they, are they at home enough to help you

patient: "oh.. my dogs cant dial the phone for 911 if thats what you mean"

ME: so you have 3 dogs? or 3 kids, just for clarification.

patient: 3 dogs, they ARE my kids you know...

GRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR!!!

me: so you live alone with 3 dogs

patient: isnt that what i just said

me: yes mam... *patient satifaction... fuck the satisfaction.. where's SANITY?*

anyways, off i go to sleep.. to start a new day of work and return to my pleasantly confused patients.

aditi update... and new dehli experience

ok first comes first.. i know all of you have been dying to know about aditi and my dear JIJAJI.. WELL the wedding was in chandigradh, (love the city by the way, the cleanest city in india, by far, and SUPER ORGANIZED.) chandigardh, was actually desgined by some french guy in sectors. just like here, like each suburb is self sufficient with doctors, stores, grocery stores.. ure basic needs stuff. just like that each sector is self sufficient, so that traffic never builds up, and you really dont need to cross sectors on a daily basis. smart eh??? leave it to the french to invent this and "french kissing"...lol perhaps some french guys got together with some indian guy and there born was KAMA SUTRA.. *TAN TAN TAN*

ok ok big deviation. so the wedding was in chandigardh, very nicely done. LOVED IT, love the punjabi's and their partying styles. then they had a reception in chandigardh and then another reception in bombay. i was in india for 5 days --- NEVER TRAVEL ACROSS COUNTRY FOR 5 DAYS. But i had to do it for my dear loving sister. i love my new jijaji, and they make a wonderful pair. SOOOOOOOOOOOO since the wedding was in chandigardh, we (just the immediate family) flew bombay to chandigardh but on the way back we took the train with EVERYONE ELSE. It was a great experience, but we had to take a bus from chandigardh to dehli train station, and took a train from dehli to bombay. HMMMMMMMMMMMMMMM THE dehli train station is the DIRTIEST THING i have ever seen. i mean bombay is dirty, but that was a whole ANOTHER LEVEL OF DIRTY. i mean it DURRRTTTYYYY.

we SAW RATS... not ure usual size of rats, we saw HUMONGOUS RATS which werent scared of anything. we saw monkeys, crazy ass monkeys. cause i thought ooooo i'll take pictures of monkey's and show my white friends about wild monkeys, so i take a picture --- I just got the back, and it turned around, so i tried taking another, by the time the flash was over. THIS WAS THE PICTURE.

angry littl monkey eh? look at those teeth?????? u see them!!! u see them dont you?? scary little monster. focus on the eyes, they're red, not a picture taking flaw my friends, it was THAT PISSED OFF AT ME. hmmmmmmm it chased me around for 10 minutes. i was literally the women in distress and NO HERO to rescue me. 10 other monkeys joined, and i really was super scared. oh boy. we were at the dehli station for 5 hours, and i was terrified i was sitting on a bag, because if it wasnt the monkeys, it was the rats. super scary.

so trinnie be aware of monkeys and rats at the dehli train station.
Although, it was a great experience to visit the lal kila (red fort) and OUR HISTORIC BUILDINGS. That, i am happy about, not the train station.

grand return OR NOTTTTTTTTTT

so .. i've actually been thinking of returning to the blog world for a while, trust me i HAD ALOT TO VENT about in the past months that i have taken off...

like my crazy clinical before graduating and the crazy ass psycho nerd that was with me for 10 weeks during that clinical, always trying to show me up.
like stress of finish my paper and then being told by my teacher how it was really never good enough..
or how i went to india for 5 days for my sister's wedding, which by the way was a blast.
like how i got super sick on her reception day in bombay, oy that was crazy -- me throwing up outside the apartment.. NOT GOOD
or like the crazy accident i had where i TOTALED MY CAR... yes, thats right, a tire flew one direction, the rims the other, one headlight here.. the other there, no windows intact, radiator blown, whole driver side was crushed.. etc etc... surprisingly I WAS ALIVE.. and stupid drivers on the road.. i hate annoying men trying to show off, cause thats how i crashed my car. asshole, didnt even stop
or like i went for an interview 3 hours after that accident and got the job =)
like how i work 10 hour days and work 6 days a week on regular week and may be 7 sometimes
or how i got back with my ex and i was wrong, once a cheater, always a cheater is not always right ==> there's always a story behind an action, life is not always white and black... THERE ARE GRAYS there. i looked at the black for 1 year, gray for 6 months, analyzed it and decided that it actually was more white than black.. we've been re-dating for almost a year now, and well its been wonderful.
yea, it was rocky at first cause i was paranoid, but he worked soo hard to earn my trust and has kept it. trust me i tried, since i did trust him at first, i hacked into emails and work accounts, phone records and bills... so i knew what he was up to and would always compare it from what he told me, this time, it was all the same...
or how i FINALLY GRADUATED after 7 years and now im a doctor .. ok ok doctor of physical therapy, but im a doctor ;)
or how my sister got me a silver cross pen, with my name engraved on it, that says DR. PAULOMEE SHAH, yes bitches ;)!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! im hereeeeeeee
or how my a good friend got married and i didnt even get a real invitation, haha people change so quickly sometimes, i mean 5 years of friendship, and dear lord, couldnt afford to print up a fucking invitation, use a pen in the house to write my address and PUT A STAMP ON IT? honestly? grrr but whatever, it still gets on my nerves to this day.

so HOW DID I STAY SANE? my lovely boyfriend is just soo wonderful that in the last year even though i wasn't blogging, he kept me sane, so i didnt go yelling and running out on the streets like a mad woman. hehehehe... he heard me whine, bitch, moan, groan over and over and over again, and sometimes 10 times a day for HOURS... thanks babe!!

but anyways... i needed to vent ALOT.... so IM BACKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKKK!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! although, who knows who reads this blog now.. perhaps vik, who kinda provided the last push for motivating me to return, but other than that, i think its me, my self and i. never the less, its a good outlet for me to let things out in a constructive manner and lol nicer for the boy's ears (hehehe). so here i am, like it or not.