Vitamin D

Oh to not have a full-time job!!!

Well, for a couple of days at least.

Blessedly got this week off of work/class...it's nice to share time with friends during the week:)

Started my day off at City Bagel with Stacey and Addison discussing music and Jesus. Really fine way to start the day P.S.

AC, Stacey, and I went to "play" tennis today. Despite a valiant effort and believing in my head that I will somehow be good at hitting that little yellow ball over that reasonably low net...I am still no good at tennis. I did, however, receive my daily allotment of vitamin D today. I say we mark that one down as a success.

(Kris Allen commercial just came on. Still love that guy. I found out the pharmacist at OCH is married to Kris's first cousin. Small world, right?)

Um...Glee starts in less than 168 hours!!! I started to calculate the minutes and seconds too but figured y'all get the picture of how exciting this fact is for me. Also, if you are wondering...yes, I am submitting an audition video for the nationwide open casting call. Rejection means nothing to me.

I need a countdown chain...you know like the one you made to countdown to Christmas in elementary school.......20 working days left as a Dietetic Intern. (HUGE!!)

God, thank you for this time of rest, productivity, and sunshine!!!

Love and miss.

It should have been...

It should've been my hands where the nails were

It should've been

It should've been my feet where the nails were

It should've been

It should've been my side that was opened

My heart that was broken

But it was Your hands

Yes, it was Your feet

It was Your blessed hands

It was Your precious feet

It should've been my hands

It should've been my feet

Where the nails were

The Point

So I remembered how I started this bloggy in August to tell stories from my experiences as an intern. Here is one said story...

So I was pouring water down a man's feeding tube yesterday. He has neck cancer so he can't eat solid food and has what is called a PEG tube coming out of his bellybutton. Well, he is very noncompliant and doesn't do his feedings (to feed himself he pours a can of something like Ensure down the tube several times a day). And his labs showed that he was dehydrated... hence the pouring water down his tube. Okay so anyway, I was sitting there with a cup of water in one hand and the tube in the other, and I figure I might as well make conversation (I feel pretty close to him at this point). He said he lives in Country Town* (*name has been changed to protect the innocent), so I asked him what he did in Country Town. His response made me laugh: "My wife and I own the gay bar." As I said, I started laughing because I thought he was kidding. He was not. The end.

You may not think this a funny story. However, if you were to think about a small town in Mississippi having a gay bar, you may start laughing. As I did.

Hmmmm...thinking...thinking....

Got another one!!

Nursing homes have never really been my thing. Long-term care can be pretty depressing. The following story couldn't be any farther away from depressing...

I have been to the nursing home in Pontotoc, MS on three separate occasions during my Tupelo rotation, and there is this older (duh, they are old) couple that caught my eye each time. The wife appears to be much more frail than the husband, and they sit side by side, chairs touching, in the common area all day long (there isn't much to do when you live in a nursing home). So they sit. And while they sit, the husband is constantly leaned over the arm of his chair so that he can be touching the wife's arm/hand at all times. She looks at him and around at other things, but all the while he is looking at her. All day long. As he looks at her, he'll talk to her...to which he receives very little response from his wife (I'm telling you, she is the very definition of frail). Once I passed by and he was stroking his wife's hair back off of her face. Are you crying yet? Or at least reminded of how you cried when you watched The Notebook for the first time? That's pretty much my story about them, but what a powerful representation of the love between a husband and a wife. At the end of their years this couple still knows what it means to adore someone. Till death do them part.

Love and miss.

March Madness

It's almost Spring! And the time is about to change! My favorite time of the year!

I am currently watching the SEC basketball tournie with Anna and drinking Sonic Happy Hour drinks on a beautiful Friday afternoon. It's good to be the weekend.

8 more weeks of interning!!! WOOO!!!!

Next week is MSU's spring break....wish I was going to the beach like the past 3 years.

Can I just say I love my friends?? Well, I love my friends. K.

This is not in any way a profound post. I have to go get the stank off so I can meet the Vanderpools at Mugshots for din. Yum and yay.

Miss and love.

Slacker

Sorry I haven't been a very good blogger lately. I think maybe I have weeks with lots to say and then weeks with nothing to say. Not sure which category this week falls into, but I'll do my best to make this post worthwhile.

I just went outside in shorts and a t-shirt. I guess I think if I want it badly enough and believe it enough it will, in fact, be warm when I step outdoors. Speaking of cold...I guess hell froze over since the Saints won the Super Bowl. Amazing.

Wow. That reminds me of how much fun this weekend was! Best friends came to town and we played like it was 1999. Oh wait, that was partied like it was 1999. Well, we did some of that too. I think Old Venice was introduced to a whole new bit of awesomeness Saturday night. A group of girls somehow managed to get them to play the Macarena. Yes, that group of girls was us. And we made a friend named Quinton: Co-Manager. Fun times.

Hmmm. What to do? What to do? Sit here and eat something? Or go workout and then sit here and eat something? Why did Zumba class have to be cancelled tonight?!?!

Sooooo. I start Tupelo next week. Yep, it's here. Can't really believe it. The countdown to completing this dietetic internship begins!!

Mama and Daddy are coming Friday. Best part...aside from seeing them (duh)...they're bringing a King Cake. Now I haven't been on the coast at Mardi Gras since 2003 so to say that I am excited about this would be an understatement. "You can get a King Cake at the store here" you might say. And to that I would reply "the King Cakes here are basically stale cinnamon rolls compared to the moist, fresh amazingness of the King Cakes at home." Besides missing the King Cake, I also really miss getting 3 whole days off of school for this special holiday. Who says being coast trash isn't a good thing??

Okay okay. I'm getting up now. I guess I have absolutely no excuse since the gym is exactly 47 seconds away from my front door (that's starting the time after the door is already locked).

Love and miss.