So after realizing that I haven't blogged nearly as much as I wanted to in May, I figured that I should share Ryan's latest...experience. Heat stroke.

After a fantastic golf game celebrating my mom-in-law's [29th] birthday, Ryan said he was a tad queasy. So I tossed him a water bottle, and he went to lie down while I watched the finale of Survivor: Redemption Island (Season 22: yes, I'm still watching). Just as Isla, my niece, and I jumped for joy at Boston Rob's ten year awaited win, Ryan dashed for the bathroom and lost his lunch...in a few words.

"That's it!" I said, "I'm taking you in!" After equipping our bathroom garbage can with three plastic bags (just in case), we hopped, neh, I hopped and Ryan hobbled into the truck and off we went to the hospital.

Wait time: 45 minutes. Not bad considering that one premie, one toddler, and one seriously stoned adolescent were admitted before Ryan.

"KKKsshhhhh...RYAN.......RYAN.....KKKsshh." Translation: intercom.

As the woman behind the glass shield began asking semi-relevant questions about Ryan's condition, he was overcome, once again, and dashed to the bathroom, leaving no time to even close the door. Needless to say, the entire main floor knew that Ryan was...ill.

After an entire bag of IV fluids and a shot in the hip, Ryan was sent home to recover. So all in all, an eventful Sunday.

As many of you know, his birthday is coming up, and I ask that he only receive one thing. SERIOUS SUNSCREEN.










**May I also mention our golf scores.
Whitney: 50. Ryan: 51. It counts as a win :)