I.S.A.F. Club

Remember that book? Where the kid swallows a fly while riding his bike, and someone tells him that means he joined the I.S.A.F. (I swallowed a fly) club? Well, it actually wasn't me. It was Spencer. And it wasn't a fly. It was a fish. A goldfish to be exact. And the club was the Psi Omega Fraternity for dental students. They had their initiation meeting last night, and we were excited to see how everything would go.

We had a bit of a heads up about what the new members would have to do. Our neighbor 4 houses down is also a 1st year dental student, and his wife Becky had heard that last year they took all of the new people into a room and told them they would have to swallow a goldfish. They blindfolded them, took them out to the stage, and actually just fed them gummi worms that had been soaked in water. I guess their faces were completely hilarious because they were so disgusted, when it really wasn't that gross at all. The real kicker was that they gave the last girl who went an actual goldfish, so she was the only one who really did it.

Our husbands were prepared (or so they thought). They were taken into a room, but weren't told what they had to do. The audience was shown a bowl of real goldfish, and Becky and I were laughing that it was the real deal and the guys had no idea. Spencer later told me he thought it was a wet gummy worm and didn't realize he had actually swallowed a goldfish until he saw the people after him do it. Thank goodness no one threw up (we were worried about the very last guy, because he started chewing after he couldn't get it down. Bad idea).

Spencer during and after.

And for our friends:

Trent was one of the last to go, and he said the guys' hands totally smelled like fish by then.

Chase. See the girl in the back trying to get more fish out of the bowl?

Jason was completely unphased.

Note to Self

Never buy the $5 bamboo flip flops from H&M again, even if they are cute and the perfect level of flatness.

They won't even last you through the entire summer.

Take Me Out to the Ball Game

Last night we went downtown to go to an Indians game with Heather and Jason. One of Heather's former co-workers, who now does animation for the Indians big screen, apparently called in a favor and offered her free tickets for her help. Luckily, they invited us to go with them along with another couple in our ward. Heather said she heard that the seats were pretty good, but she didn't have any idea where they were. We were certainly surprised to see the word "suite" on our tickets, and totally excited when we walked into this:

A gi-normous room with nice tables and chairs, along with pictures of past and present Indians players (not to mention our very own bathroom!!)...

and a kitchen with a mini fridge that was fully stocked with Sierra Mist and Pepsi.

This was the view of the park from the windows:

Then outside there were two rows of nice, comfy office chairs and plenty of leg room.

The Gang: Jason, Heather, Suzy, Spencer, Hatsuho, & Chris.

The game was against the Chicago White Sox. I thought it was funny (and kind of mean) that Jim Thome, a former Indians player who now plays for Sox, was boo-ed every time he went up to bat. I think he struck out every time.

I was happy to see that Kenny Lofton was back on the team. He was my favorite player back in the day when my family actually watched their games- but pretty much only when they were in the World Series. How's that for dedicated fans?

Heather, Hatsuho, and I each took about a million pictures because we felt so spoiled! All of the husbands were referring to us as "the paparazzi" by the end of the night.

We stayed after to watch the post-game movie on the big screen. That didn't end until about midnight, and when we got to the parking garage where we parked, it was already locked up for the night! We had to wait for about 20 minutes for a security guard in a nearby building to come help us out. Oops.

Party at the Carr's

Last Saturday, Spencer and I went to my cousin Heather's house to celebrate her husband Jason's birthday. She invited her family and our Aunt Ginger to come up too, so we had a fun time eating treats, chatting, and playing a crazy game.

Jason and Heather, who in true Headrick fashion baked a plethora of pies for the occasion, and lots of yummy snacks that we enjoyed throughout the afternoon.

Jenna, Sarah, Ginny, and Kathy, eating and sharing laughs around the table.

Heather took this picture and said it could be our 2nd engagement photo (she was the kind soul who took our real engagement pictures for us in Utah).

Jason looks ecstatic about his new birthday gift. Thomas (on Jason's left in the purple shirt) asked Heather if I was Jason's sister. We all laughed that he had no idea that I was his cousin, but in his defense, he was born after my family moved to Medina. I guess he was too busy playing with kids at the Headrick family reunion last summer to notice that I was in that huge group of adults.

Your guess is as good as mine as to why the kids are standing so close to Jason. We were quite impressed when he blew out all 27 of his candles with just a short, quick breath. He must've started practicing the night before (is that why you couldn't find any candles Heather?).

After everyone else left, Heather, Jason, Spencer and I had a Wii tennis tournament, played other random Wii games, attempted to play Mafia with 4 people and found quickly that it didn't work super well, then watched Nacho Libre while eating authentic Mexican food (Taco Bell).

The Bloody Thumb

The mundane task of making dinner got a little more interesting tonight. I generally make the entree, and Spencer likes to make the salad (he's much better about making sure we get our veggies than I am...). He also likes to use the biggest knife in our kitchen to chop up the stuff that he puts in the salad. Shortly after he started cutting the carrots, I heard an "ow" and then looked behind me to see him holding his bloody hand over the sink. He sliced through the tip of his thumb on his right hand- thank goodness he's a lefty. Not bad enough for stitches, but a bloody wound nonetheless. I think we handled the slight trauma pretty well.

Re-enactment of the injury about 4 hours after it happened.

Thank goodness for Neosporin and Band-Aids, but I'm thinkin' we might want to upgrade our first-aid kit to something that includes gauze and medical tape.

Wow

I just finished reading this:

If you're interested, I suggest you start with this:

Then move on to this:

I can practically guarantee that you will LOVE all of them.

Dual Birthday Bash

This weekend, Spencer and I went down to Columbus for some family birthday parties. The festivities took place at my parents' house, so we spent Friday night with them. On Saturday morning, we woke up early to go do sealings at the temple. When we got there, we saw the Temple President Lee Tobler who married us just 2 short years ago!

Later that afternoon, everyone else came over to my parents' house. Here are a few highlights of the day:

Dallin is posing by the newest addition to the herd. That little alpaca, a baby boy who is currently nameless, was born last week.

Here's a better shot that shows just how tiny he is compared to the others. Dad picked him up and let Noni*, James, and I pet him. Sooooo soft.

Shauna and Dan brought their dog Lucy along. She loved running around in the big yard, chasing frisbees and tennis balls. The pacas were kind of jittery when she was in sight. One of them would make this high pitched squeal to alert the rest of the herd to stay together - it was kind of annoying after a while. I thought it was funny that they would just stay close to the front gate and watch Lucy instead of running to the back of the property.

Mom, Elayna, and Wendy, who is pregnant with baby #5. They are so excited to have another little boy after their 3 girl streak! Baby Samuel is due on December 15th.

Riding the 4-wheeler was definitely a highlight of the afternoon. Riley liked to ride with Spencer because he would go fast...

whereas Allie preferred to go kinda slow. That was just fine with me.

We are all amazed that my Dad lets Dallin ride all by himself!

Dad watched us from the porch as we all took turns riding. Other highlights include: playing frisbee in the yard, eating Mom's yummy enchiladas and some killer desserts, and getting a new rug for our living room (courtesy of Mom and Dad, who thought it was too small for their dining room and wanted to get rid of it).

Happy Birthday to Noni, who turned 26 on August 5, and Dallin, who turned 7 on August 18! We are so glad we could be part of it!

*Noni refers to my sister Shauna, and is pronounced "naw - nie." This has been her nickname for a very long time, and it is in no way related to Tahitian Noni (pronounced "know - nee"), a corporation which several of our friends work for in Provo, UT. I'm not quite sure why we spell it this way... I think my Mom came up with it.