Possessive?

Apparently, the turkey post was gross...sorry about that.

If you read this post the only thing you will learn is that I am neurotic...but most of you knew that anyway.

About 4 years ago Rich and I discovered Pandora and through that the artist Josh Ritter. We love his music, have bought almost all of his CDs, and been to his concert twice in Richmond. We even got to meet him.

I have "liked" Josh Ritter on facebook and I received an update that his song Change of Time was used in a movie trailer. One of my new favorite songs is Change of Time . Most ordinary people would be excited for him and his success and that a favorite song is on a popular movie trailer. But not me...no, I become irrational and jealous. I worry that EVERYONE will start to like him and I knew about him first. As if I have some sort of ownership over him...it was just so ridiculous that I had to share.

Does anybody else feel possessive over music?

Turkey Lurkey

For Thanksgiving this year, Rich took the lead on preparing the turkey, but when he started to go in to retrieve the giblets he decided nitrile gloves were a MUST.

Then after a few minutes he determined a headlamp would be necessary. Luckily he found the neck. Even after all that we still left the bag in. Rich was digging and digging and never found it so we figured they hadn't put one in. FALSE! That's okay it still tasted awesome!

Sick!!

Neverland

"Well I will not grow up! You cannot make me! I will banish you like Tinkerbell." -Peter Pan

Sometimes I feel like this, but unfortunately I have to be an adult. I pay my bills, I go grocery shopping, sometimes I clean my house, and I go to work, but there is definitely part of me that wants to play. Occasionally, I just have to say Well I will not grow up! You cannot make me!

One night I was reminiscing with some girlfriends about the fun of playing night games. We were talking about how fun it would be to play night games again. At first when somebody said we sould do it I didn't believe we really would, but then everyone started to get on board. So I got together with a bunch of moms to play night games. We played fugitive.

Emily and I found the first two renegades crouching in a ditch by the side of the road. We were flashing lights at them and yelling names, but they did not move. We started to wonder if we were yelling at trash bags, but they kept giggling and we knew we had them.

On my last round Sara and I were running through an apartment complex. Sara started to say, "I think this grass is wet," but it was too late my feet started to sink in to mud but my body continued to propel forward and I face planted in the muddy, watery mess. Sara and I were dying laughing, but also trying compose ourselves/avoid peeing our pants.

If you look closely you can see the lines of muddiness on my pants.

Even though I didn't win a single round and I did a face plant into the mud, it was a fantastic night. Thanks to a fun Neverland night!

Comeuppance

I really like the word Comeuppance.

come·up·pance/kəˈməpəns/

Noun: A punishment or fate that someone deserves

I use it regularly when we are playing games such Ticket to Ride and Settlers of Catan. I use it to let Richard know that he WILL get his comeuppance for cutting me off of my path to winning the game.

One of the best lines in The Mummy is, "You know, nasty little fellows such as yourself always get their comeuppance."

I have a story of comeuppance for Rich.

A few weeks ago we were invited to a sweet Co-ed engagement party for this cute couple:

It was held on this Schooner:

I helped with the crew (yes my muscles are HUGE AND BULGING!!):

The handsome and lovely Host and Hostess with the mostest proposed a fantastic game.

Each person in the group

was assigned to write down one thing that the bride-to-be had to do before the end of the evening. I said that she had to sing Old McDonald Had a Farm and another person said she had to square dance with the groom-to-be. We all submitted our assignments and then were informed that instead of Brooke completing the task you submitted you would have to complete your own task.

Well this is where is gets juicy. My lovely husband had assigned Brooke to the fate of "kissing the captain of the boat on the cheek." According to the rules of the game this meant that Rich would need to kiss the captain. A few of us ventured to the front of the boat to watch and I giggled like a school girl as Richard explained his predicament to the captain then meekly asked if he could kiss him. He offered a homemade lollipop as form of payment for this favor and the captain response? "Will it be quick??"

It was quick, but Brooke's camera skills were just as quick and this moment was caught on film and posted on facebook.

And that my friends is comeuppance

Happy Halloween

Open mouth = excitement

Crazy shades and Rich's coiffure= Justin Beiber

Empty Chili bowl=YUM

Ward Party=Sweet Halloween

EPIC

Sometimes something extraordinary happens and you just can't stop thinking about how it awesome it is. I have had TWO epic weekends over the last month. The first was a rockin' girls trip to New York.

So I realize that this might be lazy but I know I will never actually get around to blogging about this epic weekend AND since these lovely ladies have done the work for me I am simply going to link to their blogs. If you happen to be interested in reading about our adventures in New York read Version 1, Version 2, Version 3, and Version 4.

After I returned from the trip I sat Rich down to have a serious talk. I told him that I wanted to consider moving to New York after dental school. His immediate response was, "NOPE!" I then meekly asked that we at least TALK about. Again, an emphatic NO. I am so very sad about this. Your sympathetic comments would be appreciated.

The next epic weekend was so awesome that I get all excited even planning on typing about it.

First, a history lesson is in order. It all began June of 2009 when we were stalking a good friend on facebook and heard about his Ragnar Run. Rich said, "I really want to do this, but I need more time to train for it, so don't tell anybody about it then we will do it next year." That July we took a road trip that went through Cumberland County in Maryland which is where the run is. The entire time we were going up and down hills and I know that this run would be intense. Well this year came along and Rich got a team of dental students together. I wasn't planning on running with him. Then two weeks before the race he had 4 people drop out and I was secretly so happy, because I really had wanted to do it and I don't play hookey from work very often.

So here is the deal (In case you were interested in reading about the Ragnar Run):

You and 11 of your closest friends running day and night, relay-style, through some of the most scenic terrain North America could muster. Add in live bands, inside jokes and a mild case of sleep deprivation. The result? Some call it a slumber party without sleep, pillows or deodorant. We call it a Ragnar Relay

This 201 mile adventure-fest will push you and 11 pals through the stunning scenery of the Potomac River Valley. Starting near the town of Cumberland, MD, your team will head east through the thick forests of the Appalachian mountains. Around night fall you'll run through the quiet streets of many charming historic Civil War-Era towns, ultimately passing within the shadows of the Washington Monument and the Lincoln Memorial. The race (and your stamina) wraps on the shores of the Potomac River and ends at National Harbor.

Your relay team will consist of 12 members. During the relay, each team member runs three legs, each leg ranging between 3 - 8 miles and varying in difficulty.

Ragnar was a 9th century Norse King. He was a pirate, a raider, a conqueror, an explorer, and a wild man. The tough, fearless, rugged attributes of this Norse King are shared by all who participate in a Ragnar Relay. In much the same way, a Ragnar Relay provides runners the freedom to roam, to explore - a free-spirited curiosity to get out there and experience outdoor adventure. And maybe even to conquer. And though tough or rugged may not perfectly describe you, these attributes become a goal - something to strive for.

We made some sweet dental/running posters and decorated our vans up. (My favorite poster was dentists rule, patients drool). There was one team that I idolized. They were called We've got the runs. Their made up names for each of their runners such as Diane A Rrhea and the Poo Poo Princess. They had many toilet related items that they ran with (TP, plungers, etc) and handed out tootsie rolls out of bedpans at our resting point. AWESOME!!! Why are those things so funny to me?

Unfortunately, we were running with only 11 on our team instead of 12. The runs were challenging, the sleep was non-existent, the scenery was beautiful, the company was fantastic and the race was fantastic. We did have many inside jokes. Which I could post on my blog, but then I would inevitably have to say...you had to be there (and that is lame.)

By the way, Rich was amazing. He ran his longest run of his life 7.3 miles as his 3rd leg. He rocked the house. I love races! It is so much fun to cheer each other on and be excited about finishing. I could go on and on and on, but I am sure I have said more than you already care to hear.

Popular?

I get an email every day from the PA organization to update me on healthcare related stories in the news. This is one that came today.

Popular People May Be More Likely To Get Flu Earlier. Reuters (9/15, Fox), citing a study in published in PLoS ONE, reports that people who are more popular among their friends are likely to be infected with the flu virus first, on average two weeks before than most others. Scientists might be able to use the results to predict the spread of the disease. Researchers studied the spread of 2009 H1N1 swine flu among 744 Harvard students in arriving at the study's conclusions, Reuters adds.

I have a couple of questions on this:

1. Who paid for this study?!? I hope it wasn't our government because that seems like a colossal waste of money.

2. How did they decide who was popular? Did you rank yourself? Did they round up all the cool kids at Havard and make them take a survey?

3. If I have never had the flu should that be an indication of poor social status?