Hi everyone (...anyone??)!
For those of you who don't know, Bobby and I have begun our year of traveling. The plan, subject to change, tentatively looks like this:
1. Rochester, NY
2. Portland, ME
3. Raleigh, NC (and then a break from Christmas during which we head back to Syracuse, NY for testing)
4. Portland, OR
5. New Orleans, LA.
Every seven weeks we'll be packing up and moving to the next destination, traveling in our car. I figured that a great way to keep in touch could be through blogging - that way a lot of people can get the day to day details that a phone convo may not contain.
Well, today is the first day of Bobby's clinical rotation so I woke up with him at some time after 5 am to drive him to the hospital. He wore a tie and button-down shirt and was a little nervous about making a good first impression. On the way to the hospital, I made a comment about his lunch being in a plastic Walmart bag, so he deserted it at the door, afraid that it might look bad or even that the Perfusionist might hate Wally-world for putting so many little companies under. So, I guess he got to buy today. I've spent the day running errands with Kristen and finding clever hiding spots for all of our clothing and stuff. "STUFF" being a LOT of bathroom products (this very very much includes Bobby's collection). You would think we would have gotten rid of more of those things, considering they're fairly cheap.
Rochester and the family here have treated us wonderfully so far. The first day we arrived, Kristen's mom had us over for BBQ ribs and clams. I discovered that I LOVE clams, dipped in butter....mmmm. I ate about 20. The only thing was that they were very poopy...full of green poopy. Jamie looked it up, and apparently they must not have been prepared properly by the grocery store. When you get them in alive, you're supposed to put them into water, without food, let them poop, and then skim the poo off the top. Unfortunately, these guys were either constipated or the little teenage seafood man didn't do his job properly. Jamie took the remaining clams to make soup, but he sort of pureed (sp?) them into a greenish looking mush that we decided would be better to throw out. By the way, I'm hoping Jamie's skills in the kitchen will rub off on Bobby. They seem to be a more independent couple than us in some ways. I think we'll work well together though.
Yesterday we celebrated Grandpa's 91st bday (picture the little old man from "UP", b/c that's what he looks like). It was nice - they always feed us so well there, and we had some pleasant convos. On the way home, we drove around the block to sneak up behind Grandpa and follow him home to make sure he made it safely. Jamie was tail-gating a bit but everything went okay, aside from Grandpa staying stopped at a green light and waiting for it to change again before turning and slowly.
Well, I'm going to go do something.
Bye for now (and let's have a clam bake someday!)
