Happy Birthday Tristan

Today is Tristan's 26th birthday. I am excited because that means as of today I am only one year older than him. Unfortunately that only lasts for two months. It is nice to have a low key weekend and spend time with family, especially since Tristan starts school again tomorrow. He only had two weeks off between summer school and he spent it working, interning, and doing repairs and decorating the house (he hangs things where i tell him to).

We just celebrated our one year anniversary on August 3rd. The picture of the cake above is not actually Tristan's Birthday cake. It is the top of our wedding cake that had been frozen for one year. Surprisingly it was extremely delicious. Tristan and i both looked at each other when we unwrapped it and said, " Did we have a pink wedding cake?" Yep, apparently we did, the frosting was light pink. I guess we could not see that in the photos due to the dimmed lights of the reception.

Having just celebrated our anniversary, and now Tristan's birthday. I would just like to say how grateful I am that I found my husband. It took a long time to find someone I wanted to spend eternity with, but it was definitely worth the wait. I am grateful to heavenly father for getting rid of all the crazies I dated and keeping me around to meet Tristan. I had to wait for him to be old enough to marry since i am the senior of the pair.

My Ancestors

Well a few weeks ago I went to the dentist in garden grove. This was a new experience as I normally get my check ups done by my brother who is a dentist in Utah. Seeing as we are not going to be in Utah anytime soon I decided to just find a local dentist near our apartment. I figured how bad can someone mess up a routine teeth cleaning. I had only been seated in the chair a few moments with the dentist just looking in my mouth and feeling around. All of a sudden she sits up the chair, pulls off her mask and says with a serious face, " I need to ask you a personal question." So at that point i ma thinking all sorts of things like, is my breath really that bad, or are my teeth so yellow she is going to ask me about smoking and using tobacco, does she think i lied on my information sheet when I said I did not use any of that stuff.

Oh no, I could of never come up with what she was thinking, not in a million years. Her personal question for me was, " What nationality are you?" OK for those of you who don't know, that is the number one question i get asked. Which is so silly cause I am so obviously pasty white. I have been asked if I was Mexican, Spanish, Gypsy (which i don't think is an ethnicity), Greek, Mediteranean, Jewish, Islander, and even was asked if I was part Asian. I pretty much thought I had heard it all. Thanks to my sweet little Asian dentist I have a new one. When I told her I was German and English she said is that it?. Then she asked if I had any mixed blood besides being white girl that has been waterd down over the years. I told her no, just a white girl. She kept persisting, trying to be nice and finally she just said, "Do you have any African American blood in you?" I started laughing so hard i almost fell out of the dental chair. That is the one ethnicity i never thought anyone would mistake me for.

Apparently the structure of the bones of my mouth and my teeth, as well as the coloring of my gums is common in African American people. But since i am white only it is abnormal and I now have to go to an oral surgeon and have my gums biopsied to see if they are normal. I called my brother who was a dentist and he said the lady is just paranoid, that my teeth and gums have been that way since he started doing my teeth 10 years ago. I just thought i would share this story for those of you whoe have been with me when i have had these type of interesting experiences. Sarah witnessed me getting chewed out in Spanish while on a trip to London. Apparently the guard thought I was from Spain and was being courteous to yell at me in my "native language." Then my parents were with me in a new york city train station when a girl came up and asked me in hebrew where her train was. She was shocked i did not speak hebrew and told my parents that i look like everyone at home in tel-aviv, Isreal. And the best, one day at the hospital I walked into my patient's room and a doctor said, " oh great the farsee interpreter is here, we can start." these are just a few of my never ending ethnic stories.