So Mitt Romney, Presidential candidate extraordinare, is giving a speech tomorrow to address his Mormon faith. Which is all good and everything, except it’s going to be so serious and “all about family” and how “we’re just like everybody else”. And I gotta say, being Mormon has some quirks and perks that are just unbeatable.

10. Funeral potatoes and frog-eyed salad. At every wedding, funeral, relief society function. They make the world awesome. *ignores the other staple of lime jello with carrots*

9. Single wards. Been part of them for 10 years now. They’re like bars for hookups, only without the gross drunken come-ons, and you don’t have to do the “left hand search.”

8. Mo Tab (aka Mormon Tabernacle Choir). People flock to see them like they’re a rock band.

7. Sen. Harry Reid. The Senate Majority Leader is a democratic Mormon. How awesome is that! I wish he was running for president, then I might actually have somebody to vote for.

6. Napoleon Dynamite. Except for Borat, there ain’t a more (annoyingly) quotable movie around. Gosh!

5. Garments. Not only do I never have to worry about the butt wedgies anymore, I’ve got an extra layer of clothing to keep me warm in the frigid Midwestern winters.

4. Ken Jennings. Yes, it was annoying that he won over and over again. But you know that in your heart of hearts, you were cheering him on. Now he keeps a blog and he’s seriously nerdy and funny. And smart. Does your religion have Ken Jennings? I didn’t think so.

3. Mormon movies. No, not the recent travesties such as The Singles Ward and sequels/prequels. We’re talking the 70s and 80s Church approved videos. Especially worth checking out are the annual classics, Nora’s Christmas Gift and Mr. Kroeger’s Christmas (Jimmy Stewart’s last performance, I’ll have you know). Also highly recommended: Pioneers in Petticoats, a good moralistic commentary on immodesty that will warm your feministic-hardened heart. Lastly, I defy you to find better entertainment than Johnny Lingo and his eight cow wife.

2. President Gordon B. Hinckley. For being 96 years old, he is amazingly spry and witty. I’m such a fangirl ( did I tell you about the time I got to shake his hand?) and I wanna be old like him.

1. The horns really come in handy. As do the multiple wives.

***

I’m really get tried of shoveling snow post call. I’m already done with winter.

My annual review went well. Only one mention about my conference attendance, which I did get to defend myself about. Overall, they’re not threatening to kick me out of the program. But I gotta finish my license application or I’m going to be in serious trouble.

Call was so busy for the first part of the night. We went from 1 patient yesterday morning to 7 this morning. But I got to do two subclavian central lines last night, which was the first time I’ve done a subclavian. I find them much more terrifying than internal jugular lines because there’s lungs and a big fat artery that I risk hitting. No complications this time.

And now to bed.