“Mr Murphy”

Something finally happened today…..I think I finally accepted being called “Mr Murphy”. Sure, I was used to it at restaurants and stores when my credit card was handed back to me after a purchase or meal. A smiling face walks up, hands back the Mastercard and says ” Thank you My Murphy–have a nice day.”

But I was still resisting the casual “Mr Murphy” from younger coworkers and business people who assume that I am older. I will be 40 this year….may as well let a few “Mr Murphy’s ” slide. Sure – I’d rather a “Murph” or “Murphy” , or even a “Bob”. …BUT…

It’s happening. The college grad. The intern. The new coworkers…”Nice to meet you Mr Murphy”…”Mr Murphy, can I ask you a question?”

What the heck. I’ve been called worse names in the past. In school..at certain family gatherings…My Murphy ain’t so bad.

Give it another 10 years….I’m sure I will tell someone ” that’s M-I-S-T-E-R Murphy please….”

 

 

Sam-Digital Dreams

I’ve found another problem that I have and in making this one better I may have actually made it worse for myself.

I’m an obsessive weigher.  That means I weigh myself every day.  I can’t wait until the end of the day to hop on the scale and see the results of the day’s consumption.  I know it’s recommended to just weigh yourself once a week or every now and then so you’re not obsessing and so dependent on the numbers.  However, I still do it every day when I’m near my home scale.

Therein is the start of this problem…my home scale.  It’s one of those standard spinning wheel scales that is never quite perfectly accurate.  That really doesn’t sit well with me when I’m into daily weighing and having the up to date accurate weight.

On those old spinning scales you turn the wheel to calibrate the scale to zero before you get on.  And the scales are so unreliable and cheap that you have to calibrate it every time you use it…this is annoying.  You set it and step on it and when it returns to zero it’s always a pound or two off in either direction…so you never know if your weight is really your weight.

My remedy for this is a technique I call average weighing: I hop on and off the scale four or five times and take the average weight.  To me, this is borders on OCD…like those folks who have to open and shut a door 3 times every time, or wash their hands impulsively.  In addition to the obvious obsessive issues with hopping on and off the scale, I truly am never happy that I have an accurate weight reading. 

My solution to this is to buy a digital scale. There’s no calibration necessary and it spits out an accurate to the ounce weight.  There’s no more staring at the dial wondering what pound the needle is on and if it’s really accurate.  Now I can hop on just one time and in less than five seconds I see my digital weight.

This of course has now brought up an additional concern for my over analytical mind…a Catch 22 of sorts: the digital scale may be too accurate.  It’s great that there’s no guesswork because the digital scale is never fail and always on the money, but it may be so great that there is no guesswork.  The spinning scale with all it’s faults and inaccuracies at least left my exact weight open to interpretation…an interpretation that usually put me on the lower end of the average weight.

Now however I get the weight with no interpretation needed and no second guessing possible.  And this new digital scale has started me off about 2-3 pounds higher than my old scale…I’m not sure I like it right off the bat.

On the technical side however, it’s got a big blue indigo glowing display that’s mesmerizing to look at…and the scale itself is bigger so all of my feet stay on it.

I guess like with all my blogs, there is really no point to this one except to say be careful what you wish for even when it concerns something as seemingly dumb as a bathroom scale.

Jodi – Grey’s Anatomy Season 4 in 60 seconds

Season 4 – let’s take ya back dear

Interns no more – residents round here!

Oops – except for George

Failed the exam & will repeat intern year

 

Burke leaves Christina

Alone at that pretty alter

She gives away the wedding gifts

And for this – you cannot fault her

 

The chief lost his wife –

She kicked him out

So he rooms with Derrick

For Guy chats and morning trout

 

Meredith pushes McDreamy away

Cause she just can’t deal

He wants to marry her

And she’s too damaged to keep it real

 

Newlywed Torrez

gets a new job too

But after only one day

– Miranda has to show her what to do

 

Mcsteamy thinks he’s in love

With new cardio girl Hahn

No doubt that will soon fade

With the next redhead, brunette or blonde

 

Back to newlywed Torrez        

Who’s got a pretty big prob

Izzy wants her man

And is already on the job

 

There’s a new intern chic in town

Half sister to our meredith grey

She pushes to fit right in

And gets a little closer everyday

 

Korev – as grumpy as ever

Still works like a machine

Even when love sick Ava arrives

Loves her leaves her, gets away clean

 

Mcdreamy starts dating

Half heart-edly,

makes Meredith a little jealous

But not enough for her to see

 

George & Izzy

Just cannot wait

For a hot passionate night

They can’t seem to re-create

 

Decide there’s little chemistry

Oh  no – after all this??!

Sticky lesson learned

Careful – when you get what you wish!

 

So tonight – the guilty pleasure is back

my childish heart will race

It’s about time I scream

I want my Seattle Grace!!!

 

Murphy: Smells Like OLD Coffee

Really did it this time. Moving too fast….loading briefcase quickly….hand grazes the edge of top heavy coffee mug….mug is full….coffee spills….lands in briefcase…Murphy spews unintelligible words, and several choice very clear words.

Just one of those moments that makes you ask “Why?” about 15 times before you realize, IT WAS JUST AN ACCIDENT.

But before you come to peace with it, you mentally hit yourself with the questions… If I had only moved a little slower, not been distracted, or whatever. Just that  strange little self torture ritual you go through when something like this happens.

Fortunately it didn’t hit the laptop ( as you can tell, I am typing without missing letters . It did get my glucometer, a few papers, and most of the back pouch.

Now I’m smelling like coffee wherever I go….and not the fresh roasted kind either. The kind that smells like it was spilled.

Murphy: More Great Guitar Riffs plus…

Run To You – Bryan Adams

It’s Only Love – Bryan Adams/Tina Turner

Roxanne – Police

The Ocean – Led Zeppelin

Stacy’s Mom -

One of my recent favorites: Paralyzer- Finger Eleven

Hey—what about song hooks that get stuck in your head like:

I knowI knowI Know I know I KNOW—-aka Ain’t No Sunshine – Bill Withers —or—

Stand in the place where you live……aka-REM