Dearest Libby,

One of mankind's greatest creations is ice cream. I mean it. A divine creation, it has helped to separate us from the rest of the animal kingdom. Think about it: rich yet refreshing, cold and creamy, yet lovely with chunky bits, good in summer or winter, loved by young and old and sooooooo many flavors, few could be dissatisfied. I have heard of people who do not like ice cream, but they presumably live in far away lands, or at least, I have been fortunate enough to avoid them.

In all fairness, my love of ice cream started years ago. You see, my mom started running when I was a toddler. I only vaguely remember her leaving to run with friends or by herself. But I always remembered her coming back. Because, then, she would take me out for ice cream.

Hey you,

I feel like I have been MIA, but work has been nuts and we've been sustaining on bread and cheese for about two weeks. But as we head into the holiday season, I am realizing how important it is to try and slow down and take stock of each day. Plus, Tygh's birthday was this weekend so I had the perfect excuse to do nothing but eat.

Tygh and I have never been a huge “tradition” couple. This isn’t to say we don’t like traditions – we do. But after ten years of training, where one of us was always on-call or at the hospital for nearly every holiday and/or birthday, we’ve learned to make our tradition one of flexibility. In fact, one of my favorite Thanksgiving memories was coming home after an 8a-10p shift and sharing store-bought lasagne and cheap wine.

Mud Pie Madness

Fiddler on the Roof. And Cheesecake.