SNOW DAY!!

I didn't even know it was supposed to snow the weekend, but then it started and just kept going. At 10:30 I found out I didn't have to go to work. I did the Happy DAnce. Then the next morning Rich found out he was off for the day. So we got already to go sledding and had to imporvise. So we used our skim boards (usually for the beach) and I thought a laundry basket would be good. As soon as Rich started pushing we crumpled the basket and rolled out of it. Luckily we got pictures of it so it wasn't completely worthless..

Right here I am excited to go for a great ride down the hill.

I should have realized this wasn't going to work when the basket tipped over as soon as I got in.

All ready to go.

Oh shoot not only did I fall out of the basket, but there is now a picture of my big butt.

oh sad

Even my glove fell off.

Rich ran over some kids snowman (they probably cried). I made him put it back together again.

GRR

Last Sunday I went to help a little girl from my ward prepare her talk for primary (her mom doesn't speak much english, but she volunteered to do one...cute huh!) We finished working on her talk and I was driving home to get some lunch before church. When all of a sudden, I see those sickening blue lights in my rear view mirror. I knew I wasn't speeding and couldn't figure our why he was pulling me over. He comes to my window and asks me if I knewmy registration was expired. I told him I had the stickers at my house I just forgot to put them on my car. Then he points at my front window and said, "oh, and your vehicle inspection is expired" My response, "oh that's what that is for." I had noticed the sticker in my front windshield had been expired, but I can honestly say I had NO idea what it was for. So he goes back to his car to check on my registration. He came back and handed my a ticket. I was shocked, I really thought I was just going to get a warning and have the chance to get the stickers put on and get the inspection. But here's the BEST part. He hands me the ticket and then says, "have a blessed day!" SERIOUSLY?!?! I was having a blessed day until you came along, thanks a lot.

Nothing says I love you...

You know how some events in life require time to see the humor. That is how this story is for Rich.



Last year for Valentine's Day I was doing a rotation in Danville, so I missed it and our main celebration was going to the MCV Ball. I didn't mind having a low key V DAY and I assumed that this year would be equally low key, so I didn't get Rich anything. But he was so cute and went to Whole Foods and bought me a beautiful bouquet of tulips (my favorite flower) and got food to make a gourmet dinner for us.

These opened up and were so pretty.

This dinner he got was sole fish wrapped around crab cakes with edamame and sparkling cider with berries and pound cake for dessert. He talked to the butcher and put together those little epicurean bundles. He cooked it and then we sat down to dinner. I took two bites and Rich said, "oh...you don't like it, do you??" I told him I didn't, because it was slimy. I felt so bad because he was so excited and it was really sweet. So rather than make him feel bad, I decided to gag it down. It was like those times when you were a kid and your mom MADE you eat something and every swallow takes all your energy and you get all sweaty with each bite (maybe that's just me.). Then all of a sudden he looks over and say, "IS yours raw?!?!" Sure enough, the sliminess was due to the very RARE state of my fish. After that I had a cooked piece and it was actually really good. In his defense, he followed the directions exactly and gave me the big piece to be nice (I guess the cooking instructions were meant only for the smaller cuts). But it was a funny V Day story. I love you babe!

Walking on Broken Glass

Yesterday I had a funny patient. She was in because she felt like she had a piece of glass stuck in her foot. She said she got it from her pumice stone. She said her husband tried to get it, but didn't believe it was there and thought she was being a baby. I was skeptical, because I couldn't see ANYTHING in her foot, but started digging and found a little piece of glass. She said, "well that's the last time I'll ever get a pumice stone from the dollar store. I can't wait to tell my husband what he did. He used my GOOD pumice stone to clean to toilet. I got mad and told him he had to get me a new one. He went to the Dollar store and look what happened."

I learned a few things from this:
1. don't listen to your husband if he says your are a baby
2. don't clean your toilet with a pumice stone
3. don't buy pumice stones from the dollar store

I wrote her husband a note telling him he owed her a good pedicure.

"The band freakin' was awesome"

I asked Rich what I should post about the VCU Ball that was on Friday night and his response: "I don't know...the band freakin' was awesome." I had a great time gambling with fake money.

( see below: me with my chips...before I lost them) This is us rockin out to the band (when your mouth is open, it means you're having fun)

About half way through I think Rich just wanted to go home, because he was bored with the gambling, then we decided to brave the freaky cheeto smell in the room where the band was playing. I am sure glad we did because the band was so much fun and we had a great time dancing. We will definitely be buying tickets again next year.

This was our big Valentine's Day outing (but it was really Friday the 13th, da da dum). More to follow on our Valentine's Day experience, stay tuned.

Howdy

I like the word howdy-hence it will be the name for this post, because there is no common theme for what I will write and mostly it is just me rambling.

Last Sunday we went to a friends house for a superbowl party and I loved it. Why did I love it? Was it because the football game was amazing? Nope. Was it because my team won? Nope. (honestly I don't know who won) Was it because the food was good? Yep. Was it because there was an alternate activity (cookie baking) for the ladies? Yep. One time a few years ago I went to a superbowl party with friends from our ward in Harrisonburg and the guys were watching the game on the HUGE screen downstairs and the girls were watching on the big screen upstairs. We didn't watch the game we just used the Tivo function to rewind and watch all the commercials again. This is how I like to watch football. With a bunch of girls around that I can talk to and something to distract me from actually having to watch the game.

We went to a party on Friday. Rich said it was just a small casual party that a girl in his class was throwing. I changed out of my work clothes into a pair of jeans, a sweater and some canvas flats. I asked Rich if I was dressed okay and he said, "Yeah the girl throwing the party said she was just wearing jeans." So we show up and can hear the incredibly loud music from down the hall. (another couple from his class were on the elevator going to the party too) the door opened and the other guy said "hey its the birthday girl." I turn to Rich to give him the eye. In my expression I was trying to convey this thought. "A BIRTHDAY! We don't have the present." and the thought, "I thought you said she was wearing jeans" The birthday girl was wearing a super cute, high fashion dress and 4 inch heals. We walk into the apartment and all the girls are dressed to the nines. With short sexy dresses and heals. The party was actually pretty fun, and I was not ostracized for my complete lack of style. Although, I had one beef with the party, the music was really loud. Nobody was dancing and everybody was yelling to try to have a conversation over the music. I don't get that. Why not just turn the music down so people can chat and still have a voice the next day?

On Saturday afternoon we went to the library so Rich could study. I love going to the library or any book store. I feel so lucky to have so MANY books right there at my finger tips. While I was sitting there reading my eyes became very heavy (shocking, I know) and I laid my head down to go to sleep. I kept fading back into consciousness with Rich laughing. It was weird to me that he would laugh about me sleeping at the library (after all me sleeping at the library was a big part of our courtship). Then I woke up and found that he had colored my fingernails purple with his highlighter (real mature, babe). While we were at the library this AWFUL (I mean eye watering, gagging, make-you-want-to-hold-your-breath) smell wafted over to us. At first I blamed Rich (and he blamed me). Then we realized it was neither of us and we felt bad for the person that was feeling that ill. Then it happened again and it was foul. Then on third time, Rich got mad. He said (louder than he should have), "whoever keeps crackin' off needs to get themselves to the bathroom." After the 7th time the lady finally got up and left (yes we had narrowed it down by the point and knew who did it). Anyway, moral to this story: If your stinky once we all understand, but by the 7th time you are hated.

3D

Chuck in 3D = Overrated