The "Cheating Gene"

So I was watching Dr. Phil while doing the dishes yesterday and the topic is infidelity. Supposably scientists have discovered that when infants are exposed to higher levels of Testosterone in the womb (which can cause sexual impulses) they develop a ring finger that is longer than their index finger. Immediately every woman in the audience began checking her husband's hand to see if he was a cheater.... so did I.

But all along, I was secretly hoping he did not think to check mine....

My Brilliance Overwhelms....

Landon and I went to Idaho this weekend to get my Dad's truck to assist us in moving out of our apartment. We leave the car in St. Anthony and make the ENTIRE drive happy go lucky. We pull into the parking spot, we get out of the car, we pack our stuff into the hall and then we sit there and look at each other.... because neither of us bothered to grab the house key from the key ring. Yep, we are that awesome. Of course the leasing office is closed, of course the maintenance phone number is disconnected. We finally got a hold of someone an hour later (just in time for the Jazz game) Woot Woot

And while we were there waiting in the disgusting hall, I noticed a few things:

Really? Have these baseboards EVER been cleaned?

Spanish neighbors.... I agree that this is a cute sign, and it sparkles when the light hits it just right.... but it is Spring for heaven's sake and it I can't look down and feel good about my flip flops when this sign is staring me down every morning.

In completely unrelated news, I have been practicing for my pass offs... just ask Landon (poor little guinea pig)

Even more unrelated... how cute are these people? ♥ them

Summer Lovin'

For the past four years one question has lingered in my mind... Where is Landon dragging me this summer?

2007: Vegas

2008: San Antonio
2009: Philly/DC

2010: Idaho?! Yep! This summer Landon is working as a sub-contractor which means we don't have to do the whole summer sales w/an office thing... which means I have some freedom! I am going to be hanging out w/my family in Idaho and Landon is going to fly back and forth from Vegas. I am so excited to have a normal summer again. Float the river, roast hot dogs at the Sand Dunes, and attend the 24th of July parade! Only problem... I might need some friends. Could someone please take me in?!

Remember when I used to blog?

That's a legitimate question and one that I feel I should answer. I have two reasons for not keeping my blog updated.... 1)when I went private, people stopped looking at my blog ( Shame on you) 2)The last thing I want to do when I get home is come up with something creative to write about. All of this aside, I really do miss blogging and keeping an active digital journal of our lives. So... I am recommitting myself. I use to blog once a week, and I'm going to shoot for this goal again. I feel accomplished already. While life has been particularly monotonous this semester with clinicals and school, I was able to travel home for spring break and spend some time with my family. Here are a few of my favorite moments: ♥

Have I mentioned that my family's awesome? And have I mentioned how funny/creative my blog is going to be in the next coming weeks? Trust me... you don't want to miss it (if I haven't already lost you).

Speaking of romance...

I know this is late... but I just could not NOT post about this. For Valentine's day Landon planned a really ♥ romantic ♥ day in Park City followed by a nice dinner for two. As you can see by the pictures below... that never happened. We decided we would rather hang out at home and play Mario with Nat and Justin. What started out as a leisurely, no pressure situation quickly evolved into a burning need to conquer the entire game in one night...

We did in fact CONQUER the game in one night. We finally beat Bowser at 3:30 in the morning before turning in. Romantic? No. But I must say... this was one of my funnest Valentines ever. Thanks Cat Face. (will this post help save our friendship?)

3

I think Landon and I have finally gotten this anniversary thing figured out. We had such a good time celebrating number 3. We went shopping during the day, went to the melting pot for dinner and then stayed in the "Sun Valley Lodge" suite at the anniversary inn. ♥

Landon and I have developed a great tradition for our anniversary: every year we discuss what went great, what we could do better and then say one thing we are really going to work on for the following year. I know it sounds like a new year's resolution (you know, never happens) but it has been great for our marriage and has really made huge differences in the way that we relate to each other. I don't think I can adequately express how I feel about Landon or what he means to my life, but I will say that I ♥ being married. These last three years have completely changed me as a person. If I could sum my existence up in one word right now it would be content. I like where we are, I like where we are going and I am so in love with my husband. Here's to a fabulous fourth....

My new home

Intermountain Medical Center.... IMC. Lately it seems like this is my home away from home. I am here on Mondays, Tuesday, and Wednesdays for clinicals and then I venture on up to the rehab floor whenever I have time to sit with my Grandma. For those who don't know, my Grandma had a hemorrhagic stroke 3 weeks ago when she came down to Utah for the Jazz game and has been recovering here ever since.

I have been thinking alot lately about this career that I have chosen, and watching someone that I love struggle back to health has given me an entire new perspective on medicine. All of a sudden an IV bag is not just something I need to hurry and change, but something that is helping to pull the fluid off of my Grandmother's brain, a feeding tube went from something that slowed me down while giving morning meds to the only thing that is providing nutrition to the woman who has fed me countless times throughout my childhood. I am suddenly grateful for this hospital: for the smells, for the medicine, and for all the people who save lives everyday. It really is different to see this process from the eyes of the patient's family. I hope that I can carry this feeling and this lesson with me throughout my career in healthcare and remember that every patient is not just another case, not just someone I need to chart on... but a real person with feelings and worries and loved ones. My Grandma is a fighter and I know she is going to pull through this, and if I had to come to this hospital every day for the rest of my life: I would be happy to call it my new home.