This week on Ludwig Life...

This week has been a bit out of sorts for us. Sunday morning I woke up with what we'll call the flu (for sake of me having to describe my gross symptoms). It totally knocked me out for three days, making yesterday, Wednesday, my first day of work this week. Also on Sunday, Adam rolled his ankle playing basketball in our Church League. So he didn't work (since he's in construction, not cause he's dramatic) until today. This turned some lemons into lemonade since we were able to stay home hobbling around together. But I'd say we're both glad to be back working. Just pray his ankle keeps getting better. AND, incase you aren't my friend on facebook, Stetson turned 1 this week! I wanted to throw a birthday party for him, and serve hot dogs, but Adam told me I was not allowed, and gave me a look that said "you're turning into one of those dog owners", so instead, I just bought us party hats for a celebration together---that mostly just turned into us giving him a new toy and bone and me singing a Happy Birthday solo to him. (Lame party if you ask me, but Adam assures me that Stetson didn't know the difference). Lastly, like most of you I filled out a couple of NCAA tournament brackets. And probably like most of you, my bracket was completely destroyed by the end of last weekend. BUTTTT, I got good news yesterday. I won the first round of a pool I entered with one of our disaster restoration companies we work with! $30! Texas Roadhouse, consider this my reservation for tonight, we'll be there at 7.

My best friend's wedding (how's that for cheesy?)

This girl got engaged! Head over to her blog (here) for pics of her fabulous ring.

This is the story of the proposal that she sent out in an email:

"late Monday morning, I returned from Costa Rica and was picked up by Gus at the Atlantic City Airport with flowers in hand. Not thinking anything odd about this sweet gesture, we headed back to Brigantine at my request to gather up some of my belongings at my parent's beach house. As we pulled up to the house Gus told me he had a little surprise and to wait downstairs til he was ready. Naturally, I assumed the surprise had something to do with food...what can I say? I'm a Wright. Once I was allowed upstairs I was greeted with a trail of flowers, pictures and notes up to the dining room. You're probably thinking that this was a dead give away as to what was about to happen, but my parents had done a very good job convincing me that "the talk" with Bob had not taken place yet. I rounded the corner to the dining room and there was Gus waiting with ring in hand. He got down on one knee and popped the question and I said YES! "

Cute huh?!

dentist

I HATE going to the dentist. I mean is there really anything more uncomfortable than sitting with your mouth wide open for an lengthy amount of time, while someone taking a needle sharp tool, scraping around your gums(usually nicking them causing them to bleed and telling me it's cause I don't floss enough. Which might be true, but when you rip my gum with your scalpelish tool, dont be surprised if they bleed.) . Then, poking into what will mostly likely be determined as a cavity, asking "So is that where it hurts? Right there, huh? How about down here, does it hurt here too?". Not my idea of fun.

Because of this, I got an electric toothbrush and upped my flossing a bit, so that my next appointment wasn't so bad.

Wrong. At my appointment Monday I was still scraped and poked--just the "nature of the beast I suppose, but still uncomfortable--and I walked away with a few "take homes":
1. I don't have a cavity just a "sensitive spot" where I need to build up a tolerance by using Sensodyne (old people) toothpaste. (I asked Adam if I should get the Sensodyne Costco pack of toothpaste cause it was on sale this month, to which he rolled his eyes at my dramatic reaction and said I don't need 4 tubes of Sensodyne.)
2. Even though I don't have a cavity, I still have to go back in and get a filling from an old one that needs to be redone... it's like punishment for not committing the crime.
3. I need to stop drinking Diet Coke. Which really will just translate to me trying to brush/floss/mouth wash more so I can keep drinking DC.

so....the dentist and I, still not on the best of terms.

Leon Cole

So I'm not sure you have all heard about this, but Adam and I were asked to be Godparents! Our friends (and Adam's family friends for a long time), Ryan and Laura Nofziger, asked us to be Godparents of their third child, Leon Cole. We were so pleasantly surprised! (I confessed to Laura that I think I'm always surprised by how much they really like us-ha! I mean to want to start a business with us, and then ask us to be Godparents? They must really think we're great).

Anyway, last weekend was Leon's baptism, so Adam and I drove out to Tacoma to meet the little man and watch him be dedicated to the Lord. It was a fun trip to say the least. He's the sweetest baby-easy going and very smiley. Here's a picture of us, sorry it's blurry. But we're so thankful to get to be such a big part of this little boy's life:)

Love this face...

Ground Turkey

I really don't try to "trick" my husband into doing things my way...anymore. Let me tell you why:

Aside from the obvious moral concerns, I am a terrible liar. So even when my selfish nature takes control, usually what I'm thinking is written all over my face. If that didn't give me away, by the time I'm talking, it's so awkward that it's obvious I'm not telling the truth.

Recently, I tried to "trick" Adam into eating ground turkey instead of ground beef. I've always heard it was healthier and you can't tell the difference, so I did it. I bought ground turkey, browned it in a pan, and made the "mistake" of asking Adam to help me with it. He comes out and asks me several questions like "does this look ok?", "is it done?", "it just doesn't look normal, what did you add to it?". My excuses: "well... I bought it from walmart", "maybe it's freezer burnt?", "are you sure? I think it looks great...smells good too". Eventually I gave myself away (the other reason I'm a bad liar) because it was obvious he wasn't buying my crafty little responses..... only to find out that he figured that the whole time, he just wanted me to admit it.

Needless to say, we're still eating ground beef, and I haven't tried to trick Adam anymore lately.

poor guy.