Magic and or this big glass of wine

Fitting that it's Christmas time...

When I was a little girl, I believed in magic. From the "reindeer prints" on our snowy lawn in Montana (probably the rabid dog that later attacked my Mom) to my Dad's Santa sighting. "He had blue eyes, just like me," he cackled. Bastard.

I think my husband* believes in magic too. He thinks that magic elves clean his house and wash his clothes. (Spoiler alert-there ain't no damned elves, its ME, his wife).

While Phoenix isn't quite the winter wonderland of the movies, I can't help but feel just the slightest bit of superiority wearing shorts in December. You can kindly remind me of this superiority in July...

At any rate, magic! Yes, this is something I think I possess.

Example:
In anesthesia we call this correlational.

You waking up after anesthesia is directly proportional to my skills and or grade point average in CRNA school.

That's not magic, you say! But it is. Because as for as many times as I stare at the words in my text books, I always doubt that it is sinking in. My heart races and my hands sweat when it is time to take a test. My husband, helpfully, refers to this (test taking) as a "celebration of my knowledge." Rip off, if you ask me, because it never ends in cake.

Back on track, though, for as much as I believe my brain is a bunch of rats running in opposite directions, the words in my book magically appear at test time.

My SRNA (Student Registered Nurse Anesthetist!) friend Matt is a quiet genius. He is a laid back guy who you bowl and drink with but wouldn't necessarily peg for "Einstein." But, when that boy opens his mouth, pure insanity! I recently asked, him to what he attributes it to:

"I drink so I kill all the stupid brain cells so only the smart ones are left."

Well, cheers to you Matt! Cheers to Happy Holidays!, health, love, and my test-anxiety induced photographic memory!

But most importantly, cheers to my gorgeous, Greek God of a husband! Cheers to today, as it has been three lovely years of togetherness. I love you more and more and more....


*Author's note, I love my husband more than life and am grateful he works tirelessly so I can go back to school...and eat at the same time.