It's That Time Again.

Here is a small re-cap of what my summer consisted of: working as a PCT on a L&D unit, visiting my parents in DC, going to Romania with my church, going to Missouri to be in my friend's wedding, taking a roadtrip to Colorado with two friends, and spending a week in Clovis. I couldn't have asked for a better summer.

I came to the realization that I will never really have a summer again. After this year, I will be a real adult. Say what?! I don't know if I'm ready for that, but I do know that it is only day three into the semester, and I am already counting down til Christmas break. After the sheer agony of last semester, I was dreading coming back to school. Surprisingly, I have better hopes for this year. I think I realized the importance of sleep, and how poorly I manage my time.

This verse in Isaiah really stood out to me "Lord, be gracious to us, we long for you. Be our STRENGTH every morning, our SALVATION in time of distress." I am learning to let the Lord be the strength in my life. He has called me into this profession, and this season of learning and training, and He will be my strength to guide me through. I am realizing that he created me, he knows my heart and knows what I need more than anyone, even myself. He knows what frustrates me, what brings me joy, what I desire, what I find beauty in, and He pursues me. I have no doubt that this will be a great year, before I jump into the "real" world. But as for now, the thirty textbooks that line my bedroom floor are my life.

spring playlist.

If you know me, you know I love music. I can't get enough of this band right now. Really fresh for spring, and incredible talent. Horse Feathers is their name. Support good music!



I recently found some steals at a massive combined garage sale, and hope to post my treasures soon. But going at the rate I have been, you will probably see the post around thanksgiving.

Wishing everyone a happy Easter! I love this time of the year, and I love the reminders that come with Easter. We can place our hope in the risen life of Christ. Even when nothing makes sense, and this world completely shatters us, we can always have hope.

don't step on the weave!

One thing I have learned very quickly in DC is that I am part of the minority population. Several times on the metro, I have looked around and realized that my parents and I were the only whitie tighties on the whole cart. A bit of a change from Abilene, I must say. That being said, we were waiting to get on the metro tonight after a long day in the city, but for some reason people weren't getting off the cart we were waiting at. We started getting anxious and pitting thinking we might have to wait another 14 minutes for the next train if we don't make it in. As we look over the crowd, we realize there is a full out girl fight taking place on the train. Immediately, I flashed back to the episode on jersey shore where snookie got punched in the face, then I got back to reality. All I could really see were arms swinging around and people yelling loudly, then.....it happened. A lady started waving around pieces of the girls weave that had been ripped out. After all the commotion, everything settled and it was as if nothing had happened. Note to self: check the seats and floors for extensions or braids before sitting down on the metro.

Today I ventured around the district with the mother! We did some shopping....and she gave me my easter present (early). A fun necklace from anthro! I wasted no time, and put it on immediately. I must have gotten six compliments throughout the day. A winner for sure. Thanks mom :)




The weather was gorgeous. A nice 73 degrees with a slight breeze. So we decided to have lunch somewhere we could sit outside. We had hummus with pita, greek salad, and good conversation. Perfect day!



Then we found ourselves in the national gallery. Amazing, of course. One man, Chester Dale, donated over 300 paintings to the gallery a few decades ago, and they just now revealed some of them for the first time. The man was bankin'. He had paintings by van gogh, picasso, degas, monet, manet, cassatt, renior, and the list goes on. Here were some of my favorites:





What better way to top off the day than meeting up with my dad and uncle for dinner! We went to a M&S grill and had a great time. Another day in the district = success!

spanish tapas and museum hoppa's

I was a girl scout for one year, and a proud girl scout at that. One of my favorite memories was the daddy/daughter date at the activity center in Abilene. I remember roller skating with my dad, eating pizza, and gaining a new patch on my almost naked vest in comparison to the other avid girl scouts. I recently went to the same activity center for a college event, only the same skating rink that held the precious memory of skating with my dad, now had girls gyrating on the floor to classy jams like "lollipop." Anyway, yesterday my dad and I had another daddy/daughter day...minus the cool vest. We went to the national portrait gallery in china town...my favorite museum in DC so far.



This is a Chuck Close painting. So great.



...and I experienced spanish tapas for the first time. Incredible. I may have doubled my weight by the time I left the restaurant, but it's all about the experience...right?






Seeing as my parents have already fallen asleep on the couch, I have a big night ahead of me. Who needs South Padre for spring break when you have this?

spring break = library

I hate spring break. It gives you just enough of the taste of freedom that summer offers, but then your instructors decide it would be fun to have four papers due right when you get back. So here is a shout out to Barbara, Stephanie, and Janis....thank you for the sb assignments. I'm sure I would have never been the nurse I could be with out them.

On the upside, I have arrived safely to Obamaland and have been enjoying the time with my parents. The day I arrived my dad treated me to the most delicious pad thai I have ever scarfed. After that, he introduced me to 57 of his past and present co-workers. After an hour of small talk and smiles, I fell asleep on his co-workers desk that had already left for the day. The jacket on the back of his chair made for the perfect pillow, hopefully he won't mind.

Tomorrow, mom and I are braving the district. We plan to get lost in some museums, look at some monuments, and have lots of good fun that is funny. I love that I get to come home here, and I love my parents. Speaking of love, I should get back to writing my paper.

the lord is POWERFUL. sometimes i forget that.