The apocalypse is here.

The Violent Femmes' alt-anthem "Blister in the Sun" is currently being used in radio commercials for Wendy's new fish sandwich.

What the F, man?

1) What does "going out like a blister in the sun" have to do with panko-crusted cod fillets from Wendy's?

2) Hello, sellout!

A word to the wise:

If you want to salvage any chance of receiving good medical care, don't, I repeat, DON'T refer to your doctor as "the nurse." Bad form, seriously bad form!!!

And as a bonus tip, don't call your doctor's office in a panic at 3 PM on a Friday, demanding that your prescription refill get called in immediately b/c you are all out of your pills. Guess what, loser? You were running out all week long! What failed to tip you off- the nearly empty bottle, or the line that said, "NO REFILLS?"

What kind of a doctor are you?

A question I routinely dread, because it inevitably goes like this:

What kind of a doctor are you?

Me: an endocrinologist.

Long pause. Blank stare. Huh?

Me: a hormone doctor.

Medium pause. No change in stare. Eh?

Me: Sigh. A diabetes doctor.

Oh. Then the inner voice says, "well, you are of no use to me, then!"


What makes this conversation exceptionally painful is when it's one my patients who asks me this.

Better mom than Britney

Reason #27 Why I'm a Better Mom Than Britney Spears (after the whole not-drinking, not-smoking-during-pregnancy thing, as well as the issue with undergarments....):

Yesterday, I was carrying A-Vo in from the car. It is winter and it is ICY. My foot slipped out from underneath me. Rather than drop and seriously injure my child, I held her up, ready to have myself take the fall and her land on top of me, rather than driveway. This is in direct contrast to Brit, who slipped while holding her child and carrying a beverage, and made the executive decision to save the coffee (Save the coffee, save the world?) and let the chips (or baby) fall where they may. Thank god for bodyguards!!!

And _I_ didn't even end up falling. I rule!

Blog Launch 2007

Hello and welcome to my blog. I had planned to fete the blog launch with a star-studded, red-carpet gala, but we just did that for the Super Bowl, and frankly, I'm getting a little sick of black tie. So this is all you get.

This blog marks the continuing progress of the Vo family into the 21st century. Last week: high-speed internet. This week: blog. Next week: webcam?????? Doubtful. Then I'd have to pay attention to how I look.

So, a few things to guide you through my world as notated in said blog:

J-Vo: me
T-Vo: my husband
A-Vo: my daughter
Utopia: where I live
Ghetto: where I work
OAM: where I went to college

All right, so that being said, let the blogging begin....