30 Something Baby Doc

Do children (having them and raising them) make you look younger or older than your chronological age?

I went to mass last Sunday after an almost 1 month absence. The old pastor, who I like very much, had retired and a new younger pastor had taken his place. I felt this new pastor was not as charismatic as the old pastor, but I was surprised to find the attendance at mass has nearly doubled. The entire format was moderately change also. The choir had increased in size and was full of energy. They had a strong gospel under tone and for the first time I can ever recall, I saw people actually dancing as they stood at their pews (white people too!). Previously this had been a very subdued Catholic church. I was very impressed.....I'll have to go to church more often. ....Hopefully save my soul from eternal damnation.

I got pulled over by the Popo again on Saturday night.
I was in my mustang doing 50 mph in a 45 zone. I saw the cop at the intersection, but a saw no reason to slow down. I hadn't been drink and wasn't going very fast.
He sped up behind me and turned on his lights and siren. WTF!!! I immediately pulled over, turned down my stereo, and grabbed my license, registration and proof of insurance, Then I put my hands on the steering wheel like I'm supposed to. Het sat in the car forever behind me. eventually he approach my drivers side window, shining his flashlight in my face.

Me - What's the problem Officer?
Officer- I was going to ask why you were going so fast, then I saw what you're driving. Wow!, I've never seen the new Saleen's before. I love those rims. Are those 18"?
Me - No, they're 20" officer.
Officer - Damn! you're pimpin hard!
Me- (handing him my license & reg) Here you go officer.
Officer - That's Ok, I just need your license. I don't need the rest of that stuff. It's obvious the car belongs to you. (Walking back to his car)

He in the car for an extended period off time again

Officer- (Walking back to my window and handing me my license back) I just wanted to make sure there are no warrants out for your arrest (laughing). If you don't mind me asking you? What do you do for a living?
Me - I sell dope , MOTHERFUCKER!!!! (just joking, I didn't say that)
Me - I work as a physician Officer. In Ob-Gyn
Officer - I bet that's exciting
Me- Sometimes
Officer - You have a nice day.
Me - you too Officer????

I was driving my Saleen mustang yesterday, finishing up some late night grocery shopping. I approached a stop light to make a right turn at the intersection. I noticed a Nissan 350Z all deck out in ground effects, spoiler, and wild paint graphics. He pull out of a gas station and followed me to the intersection. He was behind me at the light. The light turned green, we both made our right turn the he pulled past me (I promised myself not to race anymore and i've kept good on the promise).

We both came to a red light. I pulled next to him. He was revving his little engine. It was late and the road ahead was void of traffic. It's very hard not to scratch that itch folks. Especially with those F and F wannabees

The light turned green an I slammed on the accelerator and dropped the clutch. I though I was going to be pulled into the rear seat! Poor guy was a few car lenghts behind me. Suddenly his engine started making a horrible high pitched winding sound that lead to a incredibly loud POP! He shot past me by almost a car length. NITROUS!!!!!! fucker.

I continued to gain on him quickly, but then realize we were approaching another intersection, so I backed off. I wasn't worth it. I had my fun for the night and luckily not at the expense of anyone's life. Especially mine.

I was on call the other day on labor and deliver. We were caring for a patient with diabetic complications in pregancy. The patient was in labor and when her contractions increased in number and intensity, her fetus would respond with a significant drop in heart rate. After the third drop in the baby's heart rate, we rushed the patient back to the operating room for a possible emergency cesarean section. When we got to the OR, the heart rate had improved, therefore we decided to observe her and let her labor continue.

The patient's husband was allowed to come back to the OR. He was extremely nervous and breathing rapidly. Tears began to stream down his eyes and he broke down and cried in front of everyone. The nurses worked to calm him down and reassure him the everything was ok.

My initial internal response was to ridicule him as being weak. How could he break down, when he needed to be strong for his wife and unborn child? Real men don't cry?

But after a little reflection I realized that he was afraid for wife and child. He likely fearer losing both in one night. He was justified in his emotional outburst.

I cannot ever recall myself crying since I was a child and the site a grown man crying makes me very uneasy. I think I should ridicule myself for being so emotionless and cold.

I saw Miami Vice this weekend. I heard the reviews are mixed, but I thought it was the best movie I've seen all year. Micheal Mann did a great job creating intriguing and nemesing characters. He kept true to all the stylish elements that made the show a hit in the mid 80's but provided it with modern day flare and realism.

After the movie I jumpd in my Saleen, sped off and went cruisin for the soundtrack. Now all I need is some idiotic/prettyboy white guy to ride shotgun around town with me while "In the Air of the Night" is playin...............jimmy?

It's amazing how little I've matured over the last 20 years.