Shake your money maker

(okay so last time I didn't do 3 posts in one day...I guess I got distracted)

Two weeks ago Rich called me from his Flag football game and said, "hey, uhh I might need to see about getting an appointment at your office tomorrow. I think I hurt my finger." As the wife of a dental student, this is the last thing I want to hear. Broken right leg....fine, lacerated spleen...rough-but still fine, broken toe...great, concussion...okay-so long as there aren't too many, separated shoulder...tolerable; but a finger?? Those things are kind of important to a dentist. Last year one of our other dental school friends had to have surgery on his finger after a flag football game (we miss you Matt and Annie) and Rich said, "My finger looks like Matt's did." UH OH

He had an appointment with one of my colleagues, who referred him to an orthopedist. Well, I have never been so happy to hear that it was JUST broken. Broken is better than needing surgery. He had a follow up appt yesterday and they said it is healing well and he should be able to recover fully. We are so happy that we learned this lesson now while in school rather than learning it when we lose our income to this kind of thing. Also it is good that it was his left ring finger, which as one of the other dental students reassured me, "you could cut THAT one off and still work."

Catch up from last week

I would just skip a week, but this was an important post. SOOO... It's gonna be three posts in one day. Last weekend was Richard's white coat ceremony. It was exciting to see Rich get coated and to watch his dad get to help out. The funniest part of the whole thing was when I took this picture of Rich and his dad.

Apple...tree (you know what I mean) I just couldn't help but laugh.

I was so proud of him and excited that he is in dental school living out his dream. I think

Here are some other pcitures.

Something is Wrong with this picture

Read the following conversation:

M:I already told you that you have to finish packing your own clothes. I am not going to do it for you. You are old enough to pick out something to wear.
R: But I am tired and I just want to watch TV.
M: I am going to eat a bowl of cereal. When I finish that bowl of cereal I am coming upstairs, taking the bag and leaving. If you are ready, I'll bring you with me. If you haven't packed your stuff, I will leave without you.
R: You wouldn't leave without me.
M: Yes...I would!!! BUT DON'T TEST ME!!! Go upstairs and finish packing; it won't take you more than 3 minutes.
R: (laying sideways on the couch; pouting) AWWW...come on I am tired. Can't I just sit here while you eat your cereal and then have you help me.
M: I only have about 10 bites left you better hurry.
R: FINE!! (stomping up the stairs)

It sounds like a conversation my mom had with me many times...when I was a CHILD.

Unfortunately, this is a conversation between M(me) and R(richard).
SERIOUSLY?!?!

I know we are both pathetic. Me because I used my mom's old lines and him because he used his old lines.

Best part of the story is that when I came upstairs, Richard was standing in the middle of our bedroom, in his underwear, and his stuff STILL WASN'T PACKED!!! (He is reading this over my shoulder and say, that's not fair I was changing my clothes to get ready to go and I had put some stuff in the bag----he put his toothbrush in the bag)

Luckily, I am benevolent and didn't leave without him. We made it up to DC to stay with some friends and had a great time.

This is why my house is messy

This weekend we finally decided to clean our bedroom. This is the first time we have cleaned our bedroom since moving here in July (I know--pathetic, but at least we got it done). There were still boxes and picture frames sitting on the floor, as well as all the clothes and papers we didn't feel like putting away over the last 3 months. I started to unpack the picture box. I always get really distracted when I look at old pictures. Here are some favorites.

These are my cute little brothers in 1997

These are my cute little brothers in 2008.Here is Richard rockin the side part on his mission. I truely believe that some people deserve to be exceptions from the side part rule and he is one of them. Apparently, it was a tradition to burn a tie 6 mos into your mission. I am sure his mom freaked when she saw this picture (what a waste of money).

This is me right after one of my high school dances. The minute I got home I had to eat, because I tried not to eat too much at the dances. My reason: at my junior prom we went to some seafood restraunt that had shrimp and my date looked at my pile of shrimp shells and said LOUDLY, "WHOA YOU ATE MORE THAN ANYONE ELSE AT THE TABLE!"

This is us October 5 years ago-we had only been dating for about 3 weeks. We went to conference and asked some guy to take a picture of us. He takes the camara and instead of saying "say cheese;" he said, "Say-celestial kingdom here we come!" It was really awkward at the time, but I guess he was right.

Impudence

I am reading a Jane Austen book for book club and Rich said why do you like her books. My reply: because they are always so annoyed by impudence (1. The quality of being offensively bold. 2. Offensively bold behavior.)

I have a story of impudence that happened to me this week. The cable guy came to hook up our internet and cable. He was this 40ish black guy missing 2 of his front teeth. I was sitting on my couch reading a book (actually a church book, ironically) and he gave me the following lecture-I can't really call it a conversation because I just sat there laughing awkwardly. WARNING this is very impudent.

Cable Guy: My wife never lets me watch our cable. She always has stuff for me to do and I am sick of it. The problem with you women is that there is too much competition out there. See you women you start out all happy and in love and you give your man what he wants, then you have a baby and you start packing on the pounds. Your butt gets bigger and you get older and pretty soon your man...he lookin around at younger women. He gets tempted by them because they are young and thin and then he strays. And thats why you women get competitive. What the men don't understand is that all the women they have the same thing. This one might have a big butt and big breasts and that one might be young and look good, but either way they have the same thing. And really I don't care so long as my meat is pleased. But I think the problem with women is that they are selfish. When you first get together you like to please your man, but then the women start saying she's too tired or work was hard. that ain't right women should always please their man unless it's that time and then it is okay, but other than that it is just selfish...because otherwise we men are going to start looking around. You know you might want to stray but you shouldn't stray. You might see a guy with muscles and you want to touch his muscles, but you can't let that thought go from you head to doing something.......

Thankfully at that point Rich came home.
Talk about a rambling lecture.

Check out my weekend

It’s a race…It’s a race (said like Mr. Bean on Rat Race)

Ward parties are a lot like the pot luck dinners that so often accompany them. You never know exactly what you are going to get. Anybody who has had a pot luck dinner knows exactly what I mean. Well our ward party on Monday was like the dutch oven dish that you want to go back for seconds…and thirds. We had a great time at the Olympics themed party. We participated in the 50 yard piggy back dash (we may have had a chance to win, but I was too slow getting on Rich’s back) and the relay team. We have no metals to show for our efforts, but check out this picture.



Also, I got a tomato plant back in May that I had high hopes for (I LOVE homegrown tomatoes) and it was not meeting my expectations (as in it was pathetic and weak and fruitless). I was ready to throw it away when we moved to our new apartment. Well luckily, Rich didn’t give up on it. With his TLC and the abundant sunshine, which was absent at our old place, it has thrived. It is like a miniature forest.

Family Reunion and DC united

Before I start my post about this last week I must post this: I love the movie Dan in Real Life. It is so cute and I can't stop singing--let my love open the door... Also, Richard made some really good oatmeal cookies tonight (I guestioned his abilities and even made him show me the cookbook because I thought he was doing it wrong--he wasn't and they are great).

I come from a very large family with over 20 cousins on each side, whereas Rich's parents are both only children, so he has 0 first cousins (Can you imagine that...I still can't-after 4 years-fathom life without cousins). Anyway, his grandfather was one of 9, so he does have a large extended family that has a family reunion every Labor Day weekend in Luray, Virginia. I went to my first one two years ago and we got there, ate, had a ten minute presentation, talked and everyone left after 2 hours (everyone is pretty old, though). This was so different than what I grew up with (week long family reunions with games, quizes on family history and adventures with the cousins). The family reunion this last weekend was the same as the first one I attended. What are your family reunions like??

The best part of the reunion was when we showed up (about 30 minutes late). Rich's great uncle was sitting outside listening to the Virginia Tech game (ahh...quality family time.)

Here's Uncle Julian holding his radio.

Then that night we went to a DC United soccer game with our good friends Ben and Diana. The game was good, not great. It was a 0-0 tie, which is sort of a bummer, but it was still fun.

Here's us at the game.