Oldy Goldy

 So can we talk about how sore I am for 1.34 minutes? I'm sore. Wicked sore. Going DOWN stairs is the worst thing ever. My coworkers make fun of me because when we go down for lunch we have to go down 3 flights of stairs and they fly down them and then tease me and tell me to hurry up. It's actually amusing. I laugh at myself (as tears form in the corners of my eyes with each step I take). I look like a toddler going down stairs for the first time by myself. But it's a satisfying and good pain. A well-earned pain. 

Yesterday I was sitting at one of the desks charting and one of the infectious disease docs was sitting next to me. He turned to me and asked if I was with the nutrition department and I said I was and perked up thinking he was going to ask me to see one of his patients. He then replied he saw me walking around with my friends and assumed I was one of them [dietitians]. I told him we travel in packs (true statement) and introduced myself. He then introduced himself and then said my name must be short for Gabrielle (pronounced GAB-ree-elle...ick but I wasn't about to correct him. It was late in the afternoon, I was almost done with my patient and just didn't have the energy to correct him and explain). I said yes and then he said, "You have an oldy goldy name! So does my daughter. Her name is Betsy." I laughed and wasn't sure what to say. Uh...thanks? Yes? But I thought it was kind of a cute. I have an oldy goldy name. So I commented on his daughter's name, which I really do think is cute. I was amused and pretty happy to have talked to this doctor. I see him all of the time and he intimidated me, but now we know each other. Cool! And because he's the infectious disease doc, this may open up a door for me to pick his brain and shoot him a few questions in the future. SCORE! Now if only I could get in with some of the surgeons. One department at a time...

Now today. I swear I had a sign somewhere that said something like "if you have a complain or want to take your frustrations out, please take it out on Gabe," because that's what happened. I had an alcoholic patient with swollen legs who ranted for 15 minutes about how swollen his legs had become ever since we repleted his electrolytes. I wanted to say, well maybe if you didn't drink excessive amounts of poison, er, alcohol and screw up your electrolytes and your liver this wouldn't be a problem now would it? I also nearly BUSTED up laughing when he stood up, lifted his pant legs to show me his swollen legs, which he kept referring to as hams. It really was funny. Maybe you had to be there and actually see him and his "hams" but whew, it was giggle-worthy. I waited until I left and was walking down the hall to giggle. 

And the best part of my day. I have a 101 year old on one of my floors. Yes you read that correctly. TRIPLE DIGITS. 101 years old and she is as sassy, spunky, and sharp as ever. I ADORE this patient. I hope and pray and aspire to be like her. I was in her room listening to her talk for about 45 minutes. She sews aprons (which are beautiful) and makes "sock monkey dudes and sock monkey ladies" (they are legit), calls herself "The Butterfly Lady" because she hands out butterfly clips to everyone, you know, those cool clips that were popular in the early 2000s? Yeah I had tons of them. She told me about how she met her husband (SUCH a cute story. I felt a few pricks of tears as she was telling me). I wanted to stay and listen and ask tons of questions but sadly her lunch arrived and I remembered I still had 13 patients to see and it was already noon. I just have to share this one story. She was telling me how she broke her hip a few years ago and was inching her way to her phone (she lives independently!!! Isn't that impressive?!?!) when she remembered the emergency button-necklace thing they advertise for elderly people to wear around their neck and when they push the button, the ambulance is dispatched immediately. She thought it had fallen off but then discovered, it was hidden in between "the great divide." It took me all of 5 seconds to realize she was referring to her chest. I couldn't help it and burst into belly laughter for about 2 minutes and she was giggling along with me. OH MY GOSH!!!! She kind of reminds me of Betty White, though not as....crude. This woman is hilarious. I can't wait to go see her again. 

And finally. I used my food processor to make crust for the first time. WHOA this is a historic event!!!!! This week for staffing I am making apple cinnamon hand pies. I decided to make the crust tonight and I will assemble them tomorrow. Pictures tomorrow of the finished product. For now, please allow me to beam about making my first pie crust for the first time in my food processor. 

Baking tunes: 

--"Daylight" by Maroon 5 (their new song; I have come to the conclusion that Maroon 5 is officially one of my favorite bands. Congratulations guys, I'm fickle about having "favorite" bands and you made the cut. Well done!)

--"Le Flair De Celmar" and "Sur Les Points De Venise" by Note Manouche (jazzy and wonderful. Madre--youtube this band, you'll like them)

--"Numb" by Usher

--"We Run" by Havana Brown ft. Pitbull (I actually do NOT like Pitbull but Amy created a playlist for my half marathon and this was on it and it's catchy and I can dance to it). 

That is all. Covert Affairs is one tonight. YESSSS!

Grocery Shopping Glee

My apartment smells like peanut butter. Yum. 

Today was potentially one of the longest work days. Ever.

It was 2pm and I had seen a whoppin' 4 patients. I had 14 more to see. Gag me with a spork, please. Now before you judge my productivity, allow me to defend myself. I have an hour and half of staffing to attend to and everyone was late! Plus I had a patient who had her TPN discontinued today and is being a punk. I had to put on my No-More-Miss-Nice-Dietitian labcoat and tell her to eat or else. Little does she know I'm supplementing her with loooots of calories. I love sneaky supplements sometimes. Thank you BeneCalorie. Anyway, much to my surprise, I finished by 5pm. Score! I have a Nigerian patient who is very picky. Honestly, I've been dreading doing my follow-up because on my initial assessment she was delusional and at one point she told me she was carrying a boy on her back and he needed water and then she started yelling that her brother was in the room (he wasn't). The look on her face fah-reaked me out. So, at 4pm Gabe-the-Jokester had taken over so I busted into her room and much to my relief, we had a jolly chat. She laughed, she giggled, I ordered fish for her dinner and she almost floated off of her bed. It was so cute. Funny how something as simple as getting a patient's food order right can make their day. 

Some days I love my job. 

Then I went grocery shopping for Clary's visit. I like grocery shopping...most of the time. 

Holy catscans. 

We will be eating ridiculously healthy, and well. I cannot wait to (try to) amaze her with my (limited) cooking skills. I was cruising through the produce section and came across kale. Now the perks of being a dietitian and working with dietitians is that we talk about food pretty much all day, every day and usually this involves swapping recipes or gushing about the latest thing we've tried. 

Now remember, I'm a skeptic with trends. Kale chips are no different. One of the dietitians was raving about these and I was skeptical. But, I saw the kale on sale (love when I can rhyme) and decided to try it. I was feeling gutsy after a long day.

Voila! Kale chips!

 Honestly? They are pretty macanoid (that means delicious).

 I made one batch seasoned with olive oil, Parmesan cheese, and kosher salt. Then I made the second batch with olive oil, crushed chili peppers, and Parmesan cheese; it had a nice kick. Overall, kale chips have been Gabe-approved. I LOVE 'em. I'm pretty sure I'm going to need a blood thinner from all of the kale I ate. Fun Facts coming your way!!!!

• Kale is one of the healthiest veggies on the planet
• Kale belongs to the Brassica family, which includes cabbage, collards, broccoli, and Brussels sprouts.
• ONE CUP contains 36 calories, 5 grams of fiber (helps lower cholesterol-yay!), and 15% of the daily requirement of calcium and vitamin B6 (pyridoxine), 40% of magnesium, 180% of vitamin A, 200% of vitamin C (gotta love healthy gums and no scury), and 1,020% of vitamin K (which helps your blood clot, hence my joke about needing a blood thinner). It is also a good source of copper, potassium, iron, manganese, and phosphorus.  
• Kale chips are wicked easy to make. Pull the leaves off of the thick stem into bite-sized pieces. Toss with 1 Tablespoon of olive oil so the leaves are shiny but not drenched. Place on parchment-lined baking sheet and sprinkle with salt and any other seasonings you'd like. Bake for 10 minutes at 400*F until the tips are a little brown and they are crunchy. Indulge*. Your body will thank you.

*BEWARE: If you are on Warfarin/Coumadin (blood thinner) you have to be careful with your intake of Vit K.  

Seriously, make some kale chips. They are soooo yummy. Crunchy, satisfying, and healthy. 

Then.

I decided I had to make peanut butter chocolate chips cookies, a recipe I got from my darling, fabulous, incredible, funny, stunning, beautiful, mentor/friend/sistah Amy. I admire this woman. She is absolutely wonderful. Anyone who knows her knows how blessed you are to have her as a friend. She is a burst of energy, humor, and pure delight. I just love her. I admire everything about her. She posted this recipe years ago while I was in college and one day I needed. to. have. sugar. Then I read her blog and knew what I needed to do. I made them and fell in love with them and into my recipe book they went. These cookies are AH-mazing. I have to make something good for staffing this week since I slacked and didn't make anything last week and these made the cut. Now I was planning on just making the dough tonight and baking them tomorrow but since these past couple of weeks have been crazy hectic, I decide to bake a few tonight to bring to Britney, my friend/colleague/mentor/hero/support system/fountain of nutrition wisdom. She has Thursday and Friday off so I decided I would bring her in a little treat tomorrow. 

Hence why my apartment smells like peanut butter. Yuuuum! 

 Yum. I had to taste a couple. Still as ooooohsogood as I remember.

Cinco De Mayo...a little early

Some friends and I decided to celebrate Cinco de Mayo a little early and so we had a little party tonight!

Here are the sombrero cookies I made. My last post may have been misleading. I did actually made a few sombrero cookies but because the frosting was a disaster and was runny at room temperature, I dubbed them staffing-inappropriate and shoved about 15 of them in the freezer for the party. 

They were well received at our party and boy oh boy was I glad. Also the plain sugar cookies were well received at staffing and that was relieving. I was so disheartened when I walked into work. Dr W was funny. When he walked in, he asked where the treats were so I pointed and then very quickly dove into my story about how I was going to bring in festive Cinco de Mayo cookies but the frosting wouldn't set and it was a disaster and he looked at me and asked, "Did I have to bake these cookies?" No. "Are they free?" Yes. "Then they are perfect." I felt a little better after that. 

 Chips, salsa, guacamole (yummmmmmm), pretzel chips, pina coladas. So yummy!

 Some of the gals! (Ali--in the purple shirt--even came with mustache!)

Ashley, our pina colada mastah!

Candid

Now let's talk about an embarrassing story. I went for a run and left around 6pm. I figured I could take my sweet time and the latest I could be back was 7pm because everyone was coming at 7:30pm. Well, as I was running I had the thought that I should get back early but I ignored it because I really wanted to make 4 miles. I walked instead of running. It was too hot and humid and I already had a headache. So I was about to cross the street into my apt complex and I recognized one of my friends in their car pulling in. Begin FREAK OUT. I looked at my watch and it was only 7. So I sprinted to my apartment and found a few more of my friends waiting outside my door frantic because they had tried to call me and I hadn't answered my phone or the door so they were thinking the worst. I was so embarrassed. I must have missed the memo that said the time was moved to 7pm! I was sweaty in my running shorts and tank top with my iPod blasting and here everyone was arriving. Ohmalantus. So I ushered them all in with a stream of apologizes, changed super fast and the partying began. It was fine and they were so forgiving but I was mortified. What a horrible hostess! Thank goodness I cleaned before I went for a run. We ate, chatted, laughed, watched Nacho Libre and laughed so more. Good times. I love Jack Black. 


Fun Fact. I used my dishwasher for the first time tonight. I've never had enough dishes where I felt the need to use my dishwasher.

And, truth be told, I really don't know how to use dishwashers. I know. I know. 
I mean I figured it out (with the help of my friend Gloria), but I didn't grow up with dishwasher in my house (unless you count my brother, but I guess that doesn't really count now does it?). I had one in one of my apartments during college but it was horrible and left a nasty film on our dishes so I have always done my dishes by hand. I inspected the dishes a few minutes ago and this dishwasher appears pretty legit. I'm impressed. No nasty films, no residue. Maybe I'll use it a little more often now! 

Next I will wrap up this post with a patient story from today. I have this patient who is the quite possibly the most spoiled rotten, childish male patient I have met yet. I mean he tried to convince the hospital his yappy, annoying chihuahua was a service dog. Are you kidding me? The dog was yapping at patients, snapping at nurses. That is NOT a service dog. The patient refuses physical therapy, claims he won't eat and can't be on a diabetic diet (uh ok, your blood sugars are ONLY in the 300 and 400s...Clearly you "shouldn't" be on a diabetic diet. FALSE. But don't worry. I told Dr. W wouldn't upgrade his diet so. Muahahahah. Thank you Dr. W!) Well, I went to do my follow-up assessment today and the patient is supposed to get a PB & J sandwich in the evenings. Well, apparently his sandwich didn't have enough jelly and this is how he chose to tell me. Just prepare yourself. He told me the amount of jelly that was on his sandwich was the amount a poor black man would use. I'm NOT exaggerating one tiny bit. 

I was LIVID. 

What an absolutely bigoted, stereotypical, HORRIBLE, completely inappropriate and uncalled for thing to say. He's lucky he wasn't looking at my face because I can assure you I had to mentally think and concentrate to force my face to stop screwing up in anger and shock, physically bite my tongue, and I'm pretty sure flames were flickering in my eyes. I was so appalled. I didn't even know what to say. I chose not to even comment because I was afraid if I opened my mouth, I would say something I might regret. So I took a few breaths, tried to  stop myself from seeing red, and as calmly as I could muster, told him I'd see if we could get some extra jelly on there. 

UNBELIEVABLE.

Tomorrow is Friday and the weekend will be here. HALLELUJAH!!!

It IS Friday the 13th

6:15am: Groggily I look over at the clock and think, Dang it. 15 more minutes. I hate when I wake up a few minutes before my alarm.
7:43am: Groggily I look over at the clock and think, 7:43am. 7:43am!?!??!??!?!? AHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!!!!!!!! I should have been at work at this time. 
In 13 minutes I was dressed, teeth brushed, make up on and out the door. Record time.


You know a Friday the 13th that begins like this is bound to live up to its reputation. Indeed it did. I saw 18 patients today. Can I tell you something that really, really, really irks me? Nurses who call me right before a patient is to be discharged telling me the patient's blood sugars have been all over the place during their stay and they need diabetes education and they are waiting on me. Really? Oh really? The patient has been here HOW long? Oh, 2 weeks? SERIOUSLY!??!? YOU WAITED UNTIL NOW TO TELL ME THIS?!?!?! AND diabetes education is not something I can (well, I can but it really shouldn't be something you just rush through) just bust out and wish the patient on their merry way. Oh yes, good luck with that carb counting. And remember, check those blood sugars. Buh-bye! Have fun! NO. It doesn't work like that.


Lest ye be mistaken, allow me clarify.  NO I do NOT sit in my office all day twiddling my thumbs dreaming of salads, running, and menu planning. Jeepers. But whatever. Anna (from now on just know Anna is one of the other dietitians I work with ok? Then I won't have to keep writing Anna, the other dietitian who I work with...) and I survived the day and may have had some help eating a few of homemade chocolate chip cookie dough peanut butter cups I made. In fact, I brought a few to the pharmacist who works on the second floor and he called me in the afternoon and asked if he could have one more. I was tickled. They were a hit! 


Then I went to yoga. Then I went home. Then I ate some peanut butter cups and had homemade whole wheat toast for dinner. And then I baked...

Homemade Wheat Thins!

Look! The dough matches my counter!

 Mmmm! Mmmm! Mmm!

 Cracker with a little bit of hummus. Delish!

I may never buy Wheat Thins again.Makes ~60 crackers depending on the size and shape

• 1 + 1/4 cups whole wheat flour
• 1 + 1/2 Tablespoons sugar
• 1/2 teaspoon salt, plus some extra for sprinkling if you wish
• 1/4 teaspoon paprika (I didn't have so I substituted it with Penzey's "Turkish Spice" and it worked wonderfully)
• 4 Tablespoons butter, cold (I used the Brummel and Brown butter made with yogurt that I had in the fridge to cut back on some calories and fat. Worked like a charm!)
• 1/4 cup cold water (plus more, if needed)
• 1/4 teaspoon vanilla

1. In a bowl mix together the flour, sugar, salt, and paprika. Using a regular cheese grater, grate butter into the flour mixture, or like me, you can just use some knives and cut the butter into the flour. Immediately toss the butter in the flour mixture to coat while breaking up piece a bit more as you go. Basically I used my hand and mixed the butter and flour together.

2. Mix together the water and vanilla. Pour over the flour mixture and mix until evening moistening and the dough comes together but isn't sticky (add a tad more water as needed). Dived the dough in half and form into balls.

3. On a lightly floured piece of parchment paper, roll out the dough as thinly as possible (or as desired). Cut into squares or whatever shape you'd like and place on a baking sheet lined with parchment paper (I just kept it on the same flour piece of parchment paper). Sprinkle with a tad bit of salt (and any other toppings you so desire)

4. Bake at 400*F for 8-10 minutes or until browned and crisp. Cool completely (yeah. right.) in an air-tight container.

Here are some tips/alterations/suggestions:

*Seriously roll the dough thin if you are going for a legit cracker. I thought I had rolled the dough too thin and the crackers were still pretty thick

*Because they were so thick, I ended up baking mine for a total of about 18 minutes, checking them after 10 minutes and then every 3-5 minutes. I ended up flipping the crackers over to get an even crisp and that worked well

*I could NOT wait for them to completely cool and so I ate like 12...and then I waited and they were a bit crispier after they had cooled. Who woulda thought???

*Try 'em with hummus....DELISH!!!

Patients Say the Darndest Things

At work today my colleague was reading the H&P (History and Physical) on a patient we had been consulted to see. The patient has a history of alcoholism (as did several of the patients today...). In the doctor's dictated report he said something like, "alcoholic patient with diabetes states diabetes is well-controlled with current medications."

This is the kicker.

"Note. None of which are for diabetes."

Bahahahahahah! We were busting up laughing at this. Good times. Good times.

The Patient I Want To...Punch In the Face

I have an obese diabetic patient who I just want to deck in the face. I HATE disrespectful, know-it-alls, particularly when they are grown men who act like a child. This man is utterly convinced that because he was an EMT earlier in his life and because he spent 55 days at Mass General Hospital, he knows more than every specialist, hospitalist, doctor, nurse, case manager, director, dietitian, social worker and therapist who is involved in this man's care. GET. OUT. NOW.

Apparently some doctor placed this man on a hybrid insulin and so the patient self-administers his own insulin. Uh...OK. The amount he administers is INSANELY high and it's basically whatever he wants. He estimates and guesses. I mean there's a difference between carb counting and estimating on that, and just shooting yourself up with a HUGE amount of insulin so you can eat whatever you want. 

Upon our first--which would become a series of very unfortunate and VERY frequent--visit he informed me he needed more carbohydrates and after bypassing the restriction I got an urgent call from our response center saying he was eating well over 3500 calories. Listen here, porkchop, you DO NOT need to have that many calories to meet your carbohydrate needs.

So enter the battlefield I did. 

This patient informed me that sugar and carbohydrates are not the same thing. Uh...OK. And that swiss cheese and American cheese have differing influences of your blood sugar. Uh...OK...MINUS the fact that cheese is considered a "free" food buddy. But hey, what do I know? He's the "expert EMT" genius. It's people like this who make my blood boil.

Well, I busted out my charm, threw down a  few jokes, eased the tension, and we bonded. BAD, BAD, BAD move. Every day since then I get paged anywhere from 1-10 times per day with complaints. He whines he's not getting enough food and that's why his blood sugars dip, waaa waaa waaa. Yeah ok. STOP SHOOTING YOURSELF UP WITH SO MUCH FREAKIN' INSULIN!!!!!!! FOR THE LOVE. Moron. I got paged, I'm not kidding you, 8 times today about every little thing. You see I have patients who actually require my attention and intervention, like the patient who can't eat because his intestines are blocked and is on TPN (nutrition through a tube stuck in your veins). I couldn't care less that you were missing your stupid fork with your snack, especially since there are plastic forks available ON THE FLOOR IN THE KITCHEN 5 FEET AWAY FROM YOUR DOOR!!! QUIT WASTING MY TIME!!!! 2 1/2 hours of my time!!!! Oh my lantus I wanted to pop him in the gut today. *deep breaths* Oh and then I got paged because the kitchen was out of sausage patties and he wanted to speak to me. So I went into his room and he told me the kitchen called to say they were out of sausage and he wanted to know what to order. OH. MY. LANTUS. What are you, 4???? So ladies and gentlemen I had to order his meal for him, and when he didn't get his Swiss cheese he refused his entire tray. He better not page me tomorrow or Angry Ginge will make an appearance. And if I have to listen to him tell me ONE MORE TIME about his hybrid insulin, or that fact that he was a patient at Mass General, or call me sweetie and repeat that same freakin' sob story to me for the 15th time (apparently I'm doubling as his therapist too), I'm going to stuff white bread in his mouth, WITH CHEESE! *gasp* And to top it all off, he keeps calling me Gabby. Imma bust a cap on this fool. 

Oh and my favorite thing with him is, if he doesn't get his way, he threatens to sign himself out against medical advice and then when we tell him we are discharging him home, he throws a hissy fit, refuses therapy, complains he can't breathe. Oh it is a theatrical performance at its finest. Two thumbs and four stars. I've seen identical performances from 4-year-old children that I babysit. Nicely done you over-sized baby in a man's body. 

Yeah. It's been that kind of a day/week.

In other news my fruit leather came out...kind of. I don't have a food processor or blender so it wasn't a very homogeneous, smooth consistently to begin with. Oh well!

This is what it looked like when I peeled it off the plastic: 

 Then I rolled it....

 Then I ate it. 

YUM!

Recipe here. Yes it does take 12-16 hours, but you can break it up. I did not use sugar. I used strawberries, lemon juice, a dash of vanilla (which I highly recommend) and maybe 1-2 tsp of sugar substitute. It's awesome. Make it. Eat it. Love life.

Holy Packages Batman!

I love getting packages. 

Sometimes I think that's why I shop online....because of the anticipation of a package!!!!

This package was expected because my mom told me she was sending it with my LBD (little black dress...yay!!!) AND real vanilla and perfume (I love hand-me-down perfumes from my mom!) and some mail (bills and boring work stuff, bummer).

AND ginormous cookies. The size of my hand.

DELICIOUS to the last bite. Look at how thick that guy is!!! Chewy, meaty, and ooooooooooooooh so yummy. Yes, I ate one. Immediately. 

So good. SO, SO, SO good.

Do you ever have moments where you think of something and start giggling aloud, sometimes uncontrollably, maybe even when you are alone? I do. All of the time. In my apt, in my car, in my office, walking somewhere. I enjoy it. I like laughing, what can I say? Well, today was no exception. Story time...


Let's back track for a quick sec. Back in my intern days, I went to see a patient who was very hard of hearing. VERY. Immediately I associate this with a tad bit of awkwardness because that means I have to yell my questions and you know, sometimes I have to ask some rather uncomfortable questions (mostly about bowel movements...yeah...fun) so the thought of having to YELL it is not very thrilling. And---sorry I'm busting up just typing this---I remember yelling, "SO, I HEAR YOU LIKE LIME JELLO??," and so the patient and I had a yelling discussion about this. It was awkward especially since when I came out of the room, one of the other interns, Caitlin, was sitting down the hall and proceeded to text page me, "SO, I HEAR YOU LIKE LIME JELLO?" It's been quite the joke ever since and even a year later, I still laugh aloud about it. Caitlin does too. I texted her about it today because I went to see a darling 89-year old woman today who is very hard of hearing and yup, I had to YELL RIGHT IN HER EAR. She was sassy and feisty and I loved it. Fortunately I didn't have to yell at her to ask her about her bowels; she told me all about it on her own. Old people love to talk about that stuff, well, at least most of my patients do. It's true. Seriously. Anyway. I'm pretty sure the entire floor heard our conversation, which was actually quite funny but I couldn't help but think of my lime jello lady back in Tucson and bust up laughing sporadically, all day. Good times.


Story #2. I speak French, sort of. I have a patient who, when he found out I spoke French, starting speaking in French to me. It was cool and super sweet but, he just had a stroke so his speech is a tad slurred and what it amounted to was me getting a shower of spit in the face. And don't worry, his sister was sitting there so I couldn't exactly start wiping it away because I didn't want to make him feel bad. But I also had to try very hard not to start laughing because I'm sure anyone looking over at us (we were in the dining room waiting for his lunch) would have probably starting giggling watching the rookie dietitian getting spit in the face trying to understand and reply in French. Ah, good times. Good times. I love my job. And, I love old people (I don't care if that's PC, if you're old, you're old. Embrace it. Indulge in it. And use it to your advantage! Hello!, discounts everywhere and electric carts at the grocery store! I have to break my femur to use those!!!). I didn't think I'd enjoy the geriatric population, but I do. I love 'em.

Happy Friday!!!

P.S. In remorseful news, remember how I told you I was going on my first business trip to Atlanta? Yeah ok, not thrilled about it anymore. It's the blimey same weekend that I was going to Utah to see my friend Dan, who got us tickets to the Jazz-Kings game to see Jimmer play. I'm TICKED. And CRUSHED. CRUSHED!!!! Utah...vacation...old friends...Jimmer...basketball. Need I say more?!?! But Dan and I have decided I will just have to come to Utah later this year in which case we will do something cool in UT and then road trip to San Fran. I'm PUMPED!!!!!