We're back...for now

I apologize for not blogging...since 2010. It's already March. I don't know where our January and February went. Jesse has already taken two tests this semester and has another one on Friday. I've had a bunch of rotations, including four in-patient (cancer, heart stuff, stomach stuff, and diabetes), two weeks of outpatient counseling, two weeks of employee wellness at Scottish Rite Hospital for Children, and right now I'm at the Food Bank. Needless to say, we've kept ourselves busy with homework and studying, but we've also had little fun. 

Last Tuesday, we celebrated Jesse's 26th birthday. I got him tickets to the Jazz game (at the American Airlines Center) on the 23rd (the day after his birthday), which worked out quite nicely. You might be asking yourself..."How did you afford tickets to the Mavs/Jazz game at the AA Center on a medical student/intern stipend budget?" I'll tell you. I gave blood through Carter Blood at work, and I got a two-for-one ticket coupon to a Maverick's game (i.e. I partially purchased the tickets with a pint of my blood). If that isn't love, I'm not sure what is. :) The proof is in the ticket.

We were really excited to go to the game. Can you see it in our faces?

On Jesse's actual birthday (February 22nd), I made his requested dinner (Beef Tourtiere - a.k.a. meat pie). Based on his request, I've come to the conclusion that I make too much "girl food", but I feel like I've made huge improvements since we've gotten married. I make meals. Actual meals. I think I could count on one hand the number of times I cooked with fresh (or frozen) meat during senior year at BYU. If Keri and I got out a pan to make quesadillas, it was a good day. I'm telling you, I've made improvements. Here's the meat pie. Yum :)  

I went a little crazy with the slits in the crust. 

I also made Jesse the standard birthday cake - yellow cake with chocolate frosting. I even topped it with all 26 of the candles it deserved. I even used a fancy, imported butter from the fancy grocery store across the street. Oh, Central Market, how I love thee.

Happy Birthday to Jesse!