Uncle Doctor and his Wife

I will be traveling to Boston tomorrow to visit my sister and her husband. The man she married has many nicknames. One of which, my personal favorite, Uncle Dr. My sisters name for him is just "sweety"...nothing more...nothing less...nothing else! They are both "sweety" to one another. It is very endearing but it gets a bit confusing at times...as well as annoying.
I am looking very forward to my visit. You see, my sister and uncle doctor have a special language....this is mainly with their dog but they also talk like this to eachother. It sounds like some kind of foreign language, much like jiberish. Naada-Sanads-Doda-nadas-sophia. "Schnoking it" translates to snuggly sleeping. Da-Da-Dat-Da-Da is a song that they sing to Sophie. And then every other kind of jiberish they repeat stems from these 3 phrases. It is very strange, no one knows where the hell it came from and no one can replicate it quite like they do. So this...my friends...is what kind of language i will be speaking for the next 4 days...or attempting to.

I have always been fascinated by hospitals and the like. I think it just intriques me the action with patients etc. Kind of like how people like to slow down, stare at wrecks on the highway. So Uncle Dr. is in his 3rd year of residency at Harvard Medical and i can't wait to go visit him at work and maybe even get to go into a surgery with him.

"Sis" and i will be doing a lot of shopping. Of course she waits for me to accompany her to find a "black tie" dress since i am the best personal shopper. She thinks i should do it for a living. I know my family, their tastes, styles, body frame and i can always pick out something perfect. I have been told we will also be practicing pilates a lot...she wants to kick my ass....being the big, billy bad ass pilates instructor that she is.

So of course i will highly over pack...bringing 3 pairs of jeans, 3 pairs of pants, 6 pairs of shoes, 10 tops and a pair of my infamous sweats...which is what i will probably end up wearing the entire time. But hell...if i didn't bring it all then you know that when i needed it, i wouldn't have it. So there you go. Always over pack...that is my travel law!

Jet Blue...here i come!