Another One Bites the Dust

During spring break this year, Steve and I went to my sister's wedding.  My sister and brother-in-law stayed with their kids with me at Steve's house.  Their kids decided that they loved his parents' princess room and even Michael loved the Cinderella shoes with lights that flash as you walk.  Here's some pics from the trip.

My niece and nephew checking out the dead spider floating on the water.

The children thinking that a pool party would be way more fun.

The reception was at the Springville Art Museum. This was called "Star Warry Fight."

Alyssa's wedding cake that my sister Jennifer made all by herself.

Ophthalmology Residency

We've told some, but not all, so I wanted to announce on here that I matched into Ophthalmology residency (Eye surgeon training to those not in the medical field)! We matched to the Medical College of Georgia/Georgia Regents University Ophthalmology program in Augusta, GA. Augusta is about 2 hours east of Atlanta. We'll be starting there in July of 2015 and I'll find out where I will be for my internship year (beginning in July 2014) on March 21 - the official match day of everyone else in medicine.

Die Kashi

Nearly four years of marriage has taught me many important lessons. One of these is that my role in this relationship is to be the human garbage disposal. I am to finish any and all scraps, whether left over scraps at the table, or left over random items in our pantry.

My name is Steve, and I am a Costcoholic. I just can't live without Costcohol. My lovely wife Megan is also a Costcoholic. This means that when we buy things from Costco our brains are wired, whether right or wrong, to believe that whatever item we bought tastes better, is less expensive, and is of greater quality because we bought it from Costco. This also means that we enable each other in our addiction.

One of our purchases about a year ago was a box of 40 or so Kashi brand protein bars. Kashi is by all means a quality brand that produces healthy, quality cereals and other foods. Although compared to other protein bars Kashi proteins bars taste pretty good, they are still protein bars. We bought them believing that they would provide a healthy snack that would leave us more full during the day. I neglected to account for the fact that Megan would eat 4-5 protein bars, while garbage disposal man would have to jump on the grenade that is 30-35 dirt flavored wannabe candy/granola bars.

What makes matters worse is they seemed to be hidden in different parts of our pantry and cupboards. Leading me to believe that I was eating the last one on Monday of this last week. I announced to Megan that night that the Kashi bars were finally gone. Then I found another one in our pantry. I ate it on Tuesday and announced again to Megan that the Kashi bars were finally dead. Here is my correspondence with Megan Wednesday afternoon after surveying our "candy jar":

Despite Megan's attempt to hide these land mines around our house, I can now finally declare that the Kashi protein bars finally dead.

Merry Christmas Ya Filthy Animals

Remember my previous post when I talked about Steve doing things to creep me out?  On Christmas morning he woke up early to change into different "PJ's" and then got back into bed.  This is what I woke up to (And him laughing hysterically. He's almost as bad as Jimmy Fallon):

Megan: Is that why you got out of bed early this morning?

Steve: Yes.

Sometimes, I feel like I'm being stalked....

Steve is a fan of his own sense of humor and unfortunately certain family members like to encourage him. Sometimes it's funny and other times he does things to creep me out on purpose.  Like invading my personal space in public without me knowing it's him (which he did 3 days ago at the movie theater).  A few months ago, I went to Michael's to pick up some paper and he said he was going to Petsmart instead.  I was minding my own business on the aisle for about 5-10 minutes when some lady in a purple boa kept getting closer to me.  I tried to nonchalantly back away until I turned and looked and this is what I saw:

Megan: Did you only tell me you were going to Petsmart so you could follow me and be weird?

Steve:  No.  I forgot Petsmart is by Joann's so I came back and then decided to do it.

I only felt sort of compensated when he took of the visor and it had left a big line across his forehead.

Happy Un-anniversary

Steve had been gone on an away rotation in Memphis last month and I spent an entire evening seeing if I could find Legend for free on the internet (stupid copyright laws) because I have to watch all my 80's movies when he's gone.  I realized I was going to have to buy it, but I needed a good reason.  If there is a happy un-birthday, surely there is a happy un-anniversary too.  Oh wait, there is.  It's Oct. 22, our half anniversary.  Sometimes I just feel like I need presents more than once a year and this is my excuse.

This year I decided to tell Steve to buy me Legend, BUT not the director's cut, which is an abomination.  He was in Memphis at the time and may not have loved my midnight text when I told him I had found the correct version (if it does not have Tangerine Dream in it, throw it away).  I went to bed and when I woke up it had been bought by someone else that would not love it as much as me (Steve will both vouch and pay for that).  So I had to look for another hour until I found the right version, which you can only buy with the director's cut.  When my copy came in the mail this was the conversation that ensued:

Megan: Legend just came in the mail today.  Do you want me to wait....
Steve:  Nope, you can watch it without me.
Megan: ....until you get back from Memphis to watch it?  I take your interjection as a no.  You know you have to watch it right, even though you're two states over.
Steve: *sigh* Yes.  I know.

So watch it I did.  Both versions.  And I still think the American version is better.

Spring/Summer Highlights?

I know you want to see all the things we do with our glamorous lives as graduate students, so go ahead and be jealous.

Steve's parents came to visit for Spring Break and we were assaulted by an ostrich.  No one listened me when I said we should roll up the window with his head in it and drive away.

Some people claim they weren't afraid, but you be the judge.

I asked Steve to help me with a puzzle.  And this is what I got.

My lilies finally bloomed making this the only plant to survive more than 9 months under my care.

Charlie turned 7 years old and got busted....

....and was promptly forgiven by the "Boss."

And I FINALLY found Waldo.  It only took me twenty years.  It turns out I should have been reading those postcards.