July 08, 2014

Ohio Eatings

B had Thursday off and despite that fact that both of us were (are) miserable piles of cold and sickness, we were determined to have some fun.

Of course that means we went out of our way to eat somewhere new. What else do you do for fun?

I sprung out of bed at the early hour of 8:00 (I'm a party animal. What can I say?) and we were out the door and ready to brave the 90% humidity. Ohio is beautiful, but it is damp.

On the recommendation of a friend (we have some), we headed over to Cincinnati for some barbecue.

Because America.

Records, Coke from a bottle, rib tips, picnic tables.

What's not to love?

My favorite part of this whole excursion (minus the rib tips, pulled pork, mac and cheese, grits, corn bread, and baked beans. Clearly, we were not hungry.) was the sign above the records that read, "Records are alphabetized. Please respect the alphabet!"

When we talked about moving to Ohio we said things like bikes, outdoors, fitness, running.

All those words kind of sound like Barbecue in Cincinnati, right?

Not pictured: the other half of what we ordered

Yes. Yes, indeed.

Also, a sneak peek at wedding pictures here.

July 01, 2014

Ohio is for Lovers

So, all these things happened (we get our wedding pictures back on the 4th of July!):


but, most importantly, I have traveled back in time. 

Wherever we go in Ohio the music is from 2000-2005. Who knew Bowling for Soup was still popular? What, you're not still missing 1985? 

I am.

One can only hope this look remains in the past.

along with this one

I've collected this must have playlist to represent our time here thus far for your enjoyment. You're welcome.

February 24, 2014

Almost on the Move


B will finish his last day of medical school this week. This. Week. We're packing up 3B and leaving Long Island in the dust (well, more like in the puddles).

I remember when he told me he first was accepted to medical school. 

I think I had a nervous breakdown.

He finished up his first year at school and then I joined him for the second. We moved, he took his STEP test, and we waited (and waited, and waited) for news of where we'd he'd be completing the next two years of school. Packed up the car and drove cross-country to this island. He started his rotations and thus began the days of getting up at 5 AM, spending all day at the hospital, and studying all night. Tests, tests, tests. Always another test. Interview season came around and it was flights, flights, flights always another flight (a good thing, don't get me wrong). It's been ups and downs throughout this journey, but (rather happily), our times have been filled mostly with ups.

And it's mostly because B is the type of person who...enjoys getting up at 5 AM and working all day. That is to say: he's somewhat insane, but an amazingly hard worker, dedicated, and ready to tackle anything. He's full of communication skills and patience. Comes home absolutely elated to spend time with me and talk about gender equality, or communism, or our insane neighbors who have had their windows boarded up for one-and-a-half years, or how The Bean is really a furry, four legged terrorist bent on destroying me.

I'm beyond proud of him for giving 100% at everything he's done over the past four years.

(And excited to not live next door to people who board up windows for over a year with no explanation.)

January 28, 2014


Things were a little too pink around this blog. I'm way too anxious about the upcoming Match for all this pink and happiness. In my anxiety fueled angst I've resorted to "weight lifting" (does it count if the weights are 10lbs and neon colored?) and eating a lot of peanut butter. Coping skills. 

I haz them.

My coping skills also include:

- leaving a lot of dirty dishes in the sink
- binge watching period dramas (that sounds so much worse than it actually is) on Amazon Instant
- eating peanut butter
- letting laundry pile up for two weeks and then dragging it all to the laundromat where a man proceeds to say That's a lot of laundry to which I say Tell me about it.
- binge reading in the bathtub
- eating peanut butter
-vowing to give up social media
-realizing I can't give up social media because it's my job and part of my concentration at school
- checking the countdown on my phone to see if maybe it's wrong and there are really less days to Match than I thought
- counting all the cold places on "our" ROL
-counting all the warm places on "our" ROL
- realizing there is a 50/50 chance we end up in a place with a lot of snow
-mentally preparing for snow
- eating peanut putter

Seriously. B came back from an interview and asked me if I seriously ate almost the whole jar.

Yes. Yes, I did.

November 30, 2013

Apparently, I used to do this thing called Write. It started with journals. Lots and lots of angst filled (mostly pink) journals. I used to write about my day and everything that happened and everything that upset me--a fairly long list. I wrote long, strange stories. It didn't matter what I was writing about. I just enjoyed putting down whatever thoughts came into my mind. It was absolutely vital to put down the words my archenemy said to me at lunch. I even included drawings. They are truly a sight to behold.

And then, suddenly, I didn't feel like I had Important Things to Say. Cooking dinner? Taking Moka outside? Writing 13 page semiotic analyses? Vacuuming the hovel that is apartment 3B? These are not Important Things. Or they are. But, I didn't feel like writing about them. The little day-to-day things seemed extremely mundane and nothing that I felt like capturing. (Maybe I need another archenemy? Maybe I should convince B to say things like, "OMG. You are sooooo uncool." at dinner?) I mean, you could read my semiotic analysis, but I don't think you'd like it. I got sort of caught up in OMG I Am So Uncool. 

I'm still pretty Uncool. Our Friday nights for the past few months have consisted of B working until 8, 9, 10 and me writing papers, researching, and calling every wedding photographer in the Wasatch Front because our old photographer went out of business (found a new one! It's okay!). But, it's our life. I like being able to look back at my old journals (false. I hate reading them. I sound like a moron). Or at least the idea of them. When I wrote before the point wasn't that I was writing down world changing thoughts or events. It was that I was writing.

I will try to do more of that.

June 01, 2013


 B had Memorial Day off and I declared us on staycation.

Thanks to my favorite radio station in the entire world, we finally drove into Brooklyn. I have no idea why we have lived on Long Island for almost a year and never gone there. Especially since where we live is a cultural wasteland {sorry not sorry} and Brooklyn is not.

There's a food truck rally every so often in Prospect Park and when I read about it of course we had to go. I even woke up early on the weekend so B and I could get ready and fully mentally prepare for our awesome adventure. We brought along our favorite feral animal to enjoy the sights and sounds.

Prospect Park is so great. People were out enjoying the sun, playing bongo drums and reading from random scripts. Also barbeque and playing with their dogs. I kept telling B I wanted to participate and he kept telling me that we were as we were walking Moka, taking pictures and sitting in the sun. I really just wanted a hot dog, tin foil dinner and maybe to hang out with the people playing the bongos. Also, the picnic house has a little cafe called A Moveable Feast.

We ate our food truck goodies and wandered around the park for a long time. B wanted to walk to the Brooklyn Bridge until we realized it would take over an hour. So....we drove into Brooklyn Heights and wandered around the promenade. We didn't get far when we noticed a bunch of people wandering in and out of an abandoned building.

Which turned out to be an old tobacco warehouse full of food vendors and delicious doughnuts. We took our doughnuts and ate under the bridge while not believing our luck at stumbling into a wonderful day of food.

PS: We also finally set a date and location for our wedding. Yay! :)

May 02, 2013

How the Cold New York Weather Ate My Brain

Well. Hello, there.

The Spaces Between These Pictures Are Much Bigger Than The Others
I believe the New York weather ate my brain. After living in warm climates for almost two years, I forgot how to function in the cold.

I believe that's called hibernation. Or something.

Only appropriate given our nicknames.

You'd think the cold would make me want to huddle up inside with a nice cup of hot toddy chocolate and write something, but it really just made me want to put The Bean in a sweater and never leave my bed. Plus, it hardly snowed here. It mostly drizzled and rained and blustered from October to May and the news tells me that the rainfall this year was three inches below normal.

The Trees That Make Me Sneeze.
But, it's sunny now and the trees are bothering my eyes and giving me a severe allergic reaction blooming and The Bean and B and I are back to having adventures that mainly involve medical school, graduate school and wedding planning on the weekends.

The Bean and I visited the legendary Coindre Hall a few weekends ago. Last weekend, B and I went to that bastion of corned beef deliciousness Katz Deli and to Central Park. We also hiked the Walt Whitman Trail and I was extremely angry when we got to the highest point on Long Island and all we saw was a damn water tower. I was lured in by Walt's talk of leaves of grass and all that.

Dog Selfies

I was lied to.

I didn't even take a picture.

We hiked to the top and all I saw was a big ol' blue water tank {much like the ones that are all over every damn hamlet and village here that don't require a hike to get to} and I just kept walking. I mean hiking. It was the most disappointing hike I'd ever been on. This should tell you whether I've been on a large number of hikes or a small number of hikes. I won't tell you which is correct. Plus, we wandered around on the horse trails, not heading in the right direction, until we came across two women explaining to their toddlers how to follow trail markers and that "the white spots of paint on the trees let us know which way to go."


That should also tell you how many hikes I've been on.

PS: I also forgot to mention that B was away in California to take Step 2 CS and while he was gone Pinterest told me it was really easy to give yourself side bangs. So I did that. And it wasn't easy. Moral of the story: no more leaving to take tests, B! And someone should take away the shears.

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