Summer Blur

I find myself sitting here on the same couch I did when I posted the last blog over three months ago. To say the last three months were a blur is an understatement. Megan and I flew back home to CA back in May (shortly after the turtle post). We stayed in my grandparents house since they spend the summers back in MI. It worked out quite nicely. Megan worked at Banfield this summer, which is a large corporate vet clinic chain that rents space inside Pet Smart. She grew to REALLY love her coworkers and the animals she worked with. Her feelings on their corporate protocols was a little less then excited but regardless it was a great summer job and good experience. It's funny having a wife as a Vet student, dinner discussions were usually about what color fluid projected out of this dog, or what psycho mental issue that cat had. I always knew it had been a good day when she'd come home with a big smile followed by "Guess what I did today!!!!". Her favorite days were when she got to draw blood and/or place a catheter. She was obviously born to be a vet, personally stabbing poor helpless little furballs and sucking out their blood isn't MY idea of a good time, but she seems to enjoy it. ;)
One of the highlights of the summer went about like this... Megan was at Banfield, near her last day. She mentioned to the techs (or "Pet Nurses" as Banfield calls them), that she thought it was odd that she was one of the only employees there that did not have a tattoo. "I am such a wuss I don't even have my ears pierced!". This last comment got everyone quite excited, immediately all the needles of various gauges came out and Megan's blood pressure sky rocketed. The staff "We've got sterile needles and Lidocaine!... We could strap you down to the surgery table!... What? You don't trust a Vet?" Megan left work an hour early that day after running around with her hands over her ears all day. (Her face bright red of course). There was talk of possibly buying a piercing gun and bringing it to the spa party that the staff was going to that following Saturday. Megan freaked. She's always wanted her ears pierced but never had the guts to get it done. We were perusing the local mall for other reasons when we decided to stop by one of the piercing kiosks. Our intentions were to purchase a set of earrings that could be used in a gun so she would at least have ones she liked if they did have a gun at the party. Unfortunately we could not purchase them because they came in some sort of spring loaded cartridge which was a liability. I threw out the option "Well... you could just get it done right now and not have to worry about it anymore..." Megan was still freaked but still more freaked about the idea of her friends who are not "professional ear piercers" puncturing holes into her body. "Well, I would have to have your mom here..." My mom who is always busy dropped everything she was doing and was by my side in just a few minutes. Megan feeling the pressure said Yes. She picked out some cute pink flower studs and sat down in the kiosk. They had two people there and two guns so they pierced both of her ears at once. With a "1, 2, 3, CLICK" it was done. She turned to face me with a slight frown of "well that didn't feel good but it didn't hurt THAT much" she turned her whole upper body to face me. She was stiff as if they had just performed major neck surgery. I laughed but was very happy to see she finally did it. I figured it we got past the wedding without her piercing her ears then it would never happen. That was a very exciting day, followed by a few days of ear ring shopping... lol. I did ask for it so no complaints here.
Another major event of the summer was Megan's sister Crystal got married on August 9th in Santa Barbara. We had a lot of fun at the wedding and reception. It was a casual relaxed event with good food and good times.
Now I find myself sitting on this same (hard) couch wondering "did we really spend three months back there?" it was too fast to comprehend.

The whole time we were in CA though we missed our home, Grenada.