Sunday, April 1, 2012

... hanging with the tourists at the Jefferson Memorial.

Rachel and I battled the crowds to see the cherry blossoms at the Jefferson Memorial.  I always forget about the obesity that plagues our country until tourists start rolling into to DC.  Thank you tourists for reminding me how it is that McDonalds has sold hundreds of billions of burgers.

Saturday, January 21, 2012

... having a very Merry Christmas.

We started off the Christmas season with our annual ugliest Christmas sweater party.  

Rachel didn't win the ugliest sweater award (congratulations Paul on your big win), but she did make some killer treats.

We spent Christmas with my family this year and had a blast eating lots of food, opening lots of presents, and watching our nieces and nephews put on the Christmas eve performance.  

Friday, December 30, 2011

Thursday, September 1, 2011

... taking a stroll down memory lane

Thank you dental hygienists. You are the reason I will never need to keep a journal.
Unless I'm sorely mistaken (it wouldn't be the first time and certainly won't be the last), most people write about their experiences so that they can remember them later in life. Well, because of dental hygienists, we are asked to recall these experiences every six months during our bi-annual checkups. Rather than flipping through the dusty pages of our leather-bound journals, we put our brains to work by engaging in a game of memory. We recite our life's greatest moments, what we are doing now and what we hope to be doing in five years, all while the hygienist has sharp metal tools poking around our mouth. I'm sure the hygienist can't be getting anything out of the conversation because I can't even understand what I'm saying with those weapons constricting any movement of my tongue. At the very most, it must keep the hygienists entertained to hear my garbled words. However useless it is for them, this process does a great service for me - it makes me recall the stories I would otherwise have to write in a journal to remember. Dental hygienists, we (I and my posterity) thank you.