Time for Bed

Grad school. Where your 'reference' section of your paper is just about as long as the paper itself.

Holy smokes. My "let-me-just-spit-that-out-tonight" eezy peezy paper ended up being 7 pages of case studies on an 56 year old hypertensive woman.

Why do my evenings keep ending up like this?

Random Happenings

A lot's been going on the past few weeks. Aside from trying to not completely destroy my bank account with grad school, I've been working a lot of 10-12 hour days training people. Holy smokes. Talk about living for the weekend.

Don't get me wrong, I absolutely love training, and it's fantastic, but when you barely have time to lift for yourself, are spending your evenings studying healthcare insurance, and are living out of a lunchbox, you really reeeeeeeally look forward to Saturday.

In the meantime though, I've also learned how to make a pretty schweet loaf of cinnamon raisin bread...

Have been praying the frost doesn't kill my green pepper...

I've learned that you have to wear shoes inside a Yellowhed house...

"Oops."

"I thought I picked all of those up!"

I've had the opportunity to read some awesome books in between shifts...

Annnnd, I've been spied on by the neighborhood's crazy cat...

So, life's been good. I'm working my tail off, but I honestly love what I'm doing, and still think that I've got the most awesome job in the world. I'm looking forward to tomorrow evening though. Jes' sayin'.

Tailgate Me. I Dare You.

I Can COOK!

One of the things I've realized over the past few months is that it's finally time for me to learn how to cook.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. I'm pathetic. The summer before I married Yellowhed I lost 10 pounds just trying to live off of my own cooking.

Seriously. I can't even seem to learn how to microwave a microwave burrito.

And now, with Yellowhed working past dinner time as she goes through nursing school, I've finally decided that it's time for me to cook.

I've been making progress. I started with learning how to microwave eggs.

It's ok, but nothing spectacular.  Plus the mug gets heated to close to the temperature of Hades in the process. I've since learned that Walmart sells rotisserie chickens. I combined this new knowledge with Youtube's videos of how to cook rice and beans, and voila!

My very first REAL meal! Was it good? Nope! It was super dry, but I made it, and that's good enough for me! 

Recent Geocaching Adventures

I love geocaching. Nobody I talk to seems to understand what it really is, but I think it's a blast. A worldwide treasure hunt? Complete with riddles, puzzles, and crazy adventures? How could you not like that?

I've been doing it quite a bit lately. Fall is here, and that tends to be the best time to go caching, in my opinion.

Here's a little photo journal for ya.

Find the geocache!

A little turtle hiding in the grass.

A cache shoved up a tree's butt.

Why I Love My Job

I started off my day this morning with helping post-MI patients get back to their normal selves again. I got the opportunity to teach them that they can trust their bodies, that they don't need to be in constant fear, that they can do this, and that we will get them back to doing what they love.

From there I got the chance to eat lunch with my wife, and spend a little time working out for myself, continuing to work on my Turkish get-up.

My evening was spent helping morbidly obese patients to lose weight.

To "lose weight" is a loaded term. It means to finally be able to climb to the top of that waterfall everybody's been telling you about. It means to finally alleviate the chronic knee pain that's plagued you for years and affected your relationships. It means to perhaps have a shot at watching your grandchildren walk down the aisle with their spouse. To finally be a happier, healthier version of yourself. To get to where you've dreamed of being for years.

And I got the opportunity to help people do that today.

And that is why I love my job.