we didn't start the fire. you did.

Woah. Only three more days at ORS? Of all the super cliche sayings that are coming to mind right now, time flies when you're having fun seems to be the most appropriate to describe these past nine weeks. And I truly mean it- not only have I had a blast, but I actually feel like I'm ready to be a full-fledged DPT after my time here (even though I'm only on week 9 of 40 of internships). And tomorrow is David's last day, so we'll get sushi for lunch and discuss my evaluation/whatever hope he thinks I have for a future in this profession. (He and Woody are off to a poker tourney in Indiana. What a life, eh?) And I've already started saying my goodbyes... who knew I would grow so attached to my patients after a few short months? 

one of my fav patients (can I have favorites?) got me this awesome hat as a thank you. 

As the first stop on his road trip to the East Coast to see Jack at Hamilton and to visit Bowdoin for the first time as an alum, Ben stayed with me these past few days. He rolled in late Sunday night after spending the afternoon at the wedding fair in Mpls (working, not shopping). We grabbed Dairy Queen to go, and given the fact that I don't have a table or chairs (this hadn't seemed to be a problem before now), we had a pow wow on the floor. In fact, Ben was so enamored by my large, open floor space that he plans to make a similar space of his own when he gets his own place one day. Then, when I went to work Monday (such a weird feeling- the first Monday I've worked!-- to make up for the Friday I took off to fly to NY), Ben slept all morning and ate all of my eggs. We grabbed lunch at Granite City, and even convinced the staff to tune half of the TVs to FSN at noon so we could watch the Wild game-- it was home away from home. 

found this in my MICROWAVE. what a goofball.

I got off work early yesterday afternoon, so we hit up open hockey at Riverview Ice House. There were a handful of less-experienced skaters (the pace was much slower than last time), which was just what we needed. Ben hadn't skated in months but was flying, jersey flapping in the wind, setting up Dudley, the Gordie Howe jersey-wearing pastor who celebrated his 65th birthday with a goal or two yesterday. And anytime I am the only girl out there and score two goals in one shift, I'm an excessively happy person (despite the fact that by the end of the ice, I had lost approximately 75% of my voice).

We ate dinner at one of my town favs, Perry Rock Pub, where we kind of watched the Lions-Bears Monday Night Football game, but mostly 1) enjoyed some ice cold beverages (Shock Top Pumpkin for me, Mike's Hard Lemonade for Ben...yes, you guessed it, I was embarrassed), 2) ate an excessive amount of food (spicy sausage mac & cheese for me), and 3) reviewed notecards for Ben's physics GRE on Saturday. I was lucky if I could pronounce the words on the cards, let alone understand them-- I'm talking quarks, Hamiltonian mechanics, canonical whatnots, derivatives, something about truth and beauty, and enough Greek letters and ridiculously complex equations to make me happy to have all of my physics coursework behind me. Interesting? Perhaps. But the fact that anyone could dedicate their life to that blows my mind. You go, bro! (Though it seems as though his mind may be TOO full of physics jargon, as he left his car keys in my glovebox, and had to ride my bike to the clinic to get them before he could head off to New York this morning.)

MNF + hard lemonade + the laws of thermodynamics

Tonight--time to start packing! (Though of course I'm taking a break from 6:50-9:10 for the Wild game. Would you expect anything less?) Then, I plan to chug a lot of OJ in hopes that I'll be able to talk tomorrow (I couldn't today) while wearing the awesomely comfy North Face sweatshirt the lovely Alina sent me for my b-day (thanks to you, too, Kristina). And if I have time, I'll work on the major blog entry I've been working on for weeks-- keep an eye out later this week!

ORS has a Wall of Fame--this will be my contribution! gotta leave a mark. {I signed it Anna Messerly, (S)PT}