You know how every little boy wants to be a paleontologist when they grow up because they go through this stage when they're obsessed with dinosaurs (and, ok, a lot of little girls too, including me)? Well, my husband Tyler never grew out of it. He's working on his PhD in paleontology now, and he started a nonprofit research foundation while we were in college that he runs during the summers. People come out and pay him to take them on dinosaur digs and teach them how to prepare fossils. If you are curious/as bored as I am right now, here's his foundation's website: http://www.mrfdigs.com/. He has even been on National Geographic and CNN, etc. I am telling you all this because to understand my life, you have to understand my love/hate relationship with his job. I'm so proud of him and everything he's done-- he's only 25! But at the same time, his job requires him to go do his research in North Dakota all summer, every summer. So he is gone 2-3 months out of the year, plus shorter trips to museums and other universities during the non-summer months. He leaves next Sunday and won't be back until the end of August. And unfortunately, gas is too expensive for me go see him, so I guess I will just have to see him when he gets back. Booooo. It will be better once he gets out of school, but that won't be for another 3-4 years. He's worth it! But it does get lonely here, hanging out with our couples friends by myself.
Anyway, yesterday he went to give a talk to a middle school in the district where my mom teaches Special Ed. He loves doing this. I like it better when he goes to kindergarten classes because then they send him thank-you letters asking things like "what color were the dinosaurs' eyes?" and "do you think dinosaurs can fall in love?" (I KNOW!!! so cute!!) So he was telling me about his talk over dinner last night-- "I felt like a rock star!! I even autographed some kid's shirt!!" (I bet his mom loved that.) I admit I zoned out for a second and when I tuned back in he was talking about signing Trapper-Keepers, which gave me my doubts as to whether he actually gave this talk (just kidding... but really, this is not 1992...), but anyway he was so excited about it. It was really cute.
So that's Tyler. Now I've got to get back to studying because I have my very last med school exam ever on Wednesday and if I have to repeat any of those classes, I will seriously throw a tantrum. Think screaming and beating my fists on the floor.