"The journey of a quarter million dollars begins with one step."
Or something like that. Anyway...the first official tour. The bar is set high. Literally. I'm struggling with the altitude.
But seriously. Beautiful campus and the school itself is impressive.
The other day when the grandparents were over, the 10 year-old announces that she's "going to be a brain surgeon." Oh hell. Don't misunderstand. Not only do I have no doubt in my mind that if she wants to be a brain surgeon, she can do that and I'm going to see to helping her pursue it. I would also be thrilled because...well, duh...that's a career that could really help a lot of people for the better. But, with one who is actually, legitimately on the verge of likely applyin
First, I was told I need to update the blog post from this morning. Never one to argue with the Real Head of the Household, I'll oblige. Teenager 1's volunteer duties at the hospital were upgraded. It sounds like he'll have all sorts of great opportunities which, today, included bringing surgical tool carts into operating rooms, interacting with clinicians, and other assorted hands-on stuff. He even gets to wear scrubs! That sounds official. But the signs the kid might actual
Alright, that's what we call "putting the cart before the horse". But hey, if you find yourself at Fairview Ridges Hospital and need to get pushed around in a wheelchair, Jack's got you covered. Proud of that kid.