.certified.

I passed.

I keep writing and deleting, rewriting and deleting again.  Nothing really to say except I wish I felt more excited than I do.

So there you go.  An anticlimax.

.this is a stupid post; consider yourself forewarned.

Signs that I am pushing the limits of my sanity in regards to preparing for my board exam:

I've read and reread the same damn paragraph three times because by the time I get to the last sentence I can't remember what the first three said.

It is 7:00 p.m. and I want to go to bed.

I would rather not eat anything for dinner rather then get up from the couch to walk to the kitchen.

I think I may have the energy it takes to turn on the bath water so I can take a bath, but I am not totally convinced so I am still sitting on the couch.

I am writing a really stupid blog post like this one so that friends and family can be assured that I am still alive even though I have been basically unattainable by phone or email during these last few (ok, seven) days.

....................

And I am alive.  But just barely.  Five more days. 

.strawberries are fruit.

The last couple of days I've had strawberries on the brain.  Mostly this is because I've been studying all about infectious disease recently. 

Strawberry tongue?  You may have Scarlet Fever! 
Strawberry cervix?  You may have picked yourself up a nasty case of Trichomonas. 

Cervix meet Trichomonas.  Trichomonas meet Cervix.

Trichomonas looks strikingly like this guy, no?  Distant relations perhaps?

You can thank me later for not also including here what a strawberry cervix looks like.  Somethings are better left to the imagination.  Like perineal tears and what those things taste like that the Doozers from Fraggle Rock make.

So...strawberries.  They're in season now.

This weekend I am making something delicious with them.

It will either be...

This.

Strawberry Galette

From Martha Stewart

Or....

This.

Strawberry Cream Cake

Also from Martha Stewart

And no, it is not for the 4th of July.  I don't need a reason to make something sweet and mightily unhealthy.  I need a reason not to.

.i should be studying.

But instead of preparing for my board exam I have been working on making mood boards for the baby's room this morning. My review books sit lonely on the dining room table waiting for me to find the motivation to open them up.  I've never been good at getting things done until I start to feel the pressure of a looming deadline.  I guess that is what they call procrastination.