Where've You Been?!

Ok. I'm back... but where did we go?

Stephan signed up last minute to help out with an ATLS (Advanced Trauma Life Support) class in Billings Thursday-Saturday. I was bummed, since I had to work on Thursday and Friday. BUT Thursday night Stephan called me and asked if I would mind coming to Billings on Saturday and get made-up to look like a trauma victim.

So... get to put on makeup and lay on a table pretending to be sick all day?

It's the part I was born to play.

You can see the only photo takenhere. The look on my face was actually trying to imitate a much earlier photo which can be viewed here. Thanks to Jimmy for uploading.

Since We Weren't Really THAT Busy...

We signed up to train for a triathlon. It's really just the training, not the actual race. But we do have goal distances: 1/2 mile swim, 13 mile bike, and a 3.2 mile run in one day. In three months, that actually seems doable.

But what does Stephan do (because he's the one that spends so much time on the couch)?? He uses his new internet skilz to look up the Iron Man distances. 26 mile run, 2.4 mile swim, 112 mile bike.

Thanks, babe. Thanks a lot.

Gasping for Air

Laughing, people, laughing.

In Stephan's search for internet-things he stumbled on this blog,(ignore the boring posts, read about life in the ER) which, today, led me to this amazing gift idea. Finally, a place to buy scrubs that doesn't assume that men who wear scrubs are gay.

Not that there's anything wrong with that.

Who Knew?

Cows have four udders (this we know from movies, etc.) but only one calf will suck at a time, even if the cow gave birth to twins.

Sheep often give birth to twins or even triplets, but they only have two 'udders'. Again, only one will suck at a time.

Sheep only have two.

Who knew that?

Come on, comment and tell me who knew. Because I was sure surprised.

If You Know, You Know

Me: Why are you smiling so big like that?

Him: Like what?

Me: With your elbow above your head.

Him: I'm practicing.

Me: Practicing for what?

Him: For being really cool when I get old. [patient's name withheld] sat like this all the time, and he was really cool. So maybe if I sit like this, I'll be really cool too.

When Words Get in the Way

Him: Shooting things with firearms?

Me: Yes. Targets.

Him: Then it should say targets, not things.

Me: Targets are things.

Him: How about just "shooting firearms"... or is that letting the truth get in the way of a good story?

Me: Okay. Do I have to tell them the truth about the night at the bar?

Him: Yes, because you didn't actually say "Are we drinking or what, you p***y."

Me: What did I say?

Him: "Are we drinking or what you f***ing p***y!"

Me: I did not.

Him: Yes, you did.

Me: NO way.

Him: Who was sober? You?

Me: No.

I actually accidently skipped the one-year anniversary of this. Sorry.

And, come to read about it, how far have I come from this?? Thinking about it, there are a LOT of things I can do now (or am better at) since moving here. Here's a short list:

1. Cooking
2. Shooting things with firearms
3. Processing game meat
4. Household Budgets
5. Running a Business

You're all very welcome by the way. I know how much you don't appreciate a poorly crafted April Fool's Joke- so I just skipped it.