Not sure why I love it so much, just do.
Friday, December 30, 2011
C2C - F-U-Y-A
Sometimes I'm SO JEALOUS of the creativity that people have all but pouring out of their eye balls. People like Bridget Kearney, my brothers-from-another-mother Sami and Sharif and whoever made this video:
C2C - F·U·Y·A from On and On on Vimeo.
Don't let a sting slow you down
Sometimes I feel like I don't know much, most of the rest of the time I'm pretty sure that I haven't got a clue of how this madcap life is supposed to be going. Occasionally though, I stumble upon something that appears to be a gem of reality, even when, like this one, it's completely stolen from someone smarter than me (thanks Mama!) Life changes constantly and sometimes it changes really fast.
Life has changed a lot of the past few months and nothing quite calls attention to how life has changed than the holidays. A lot of people were worried about how I would feel this Christmas without Wes. I am proud to say that I more than survived Christmas this year, I positively enjoyed it. I had a wonderful time with my family, received far more thoughtful gifts than I could possibly deserve, created a reading nest with an electric blankie and overall was surrounded by love which is really all one can hope for in life.
Christmas was lovely but I have in fact been dreading New Years Eve. Actually, I dread New Years every year so this isn't new or a product of singleness. New Years Eve is this one night every year that gets heaped in the expectations of being THE BEST NIGHT EVER! I have to honestly say though I've never had a New Years Eve that lived up to the hype, because once people start realizing that it's not really going to the "best night ever!" we just up the drinking and by morning don't even remember that it wasn't anything to write home about. Awesome right? Some of the best New Years Eve's I've ever had have been low key, with people I enjoy and didn't in epic hangovers the next day. Actually, now that I write it out that's probably my formula for all good nights: low key, vomit free and with people I adore.
I know, I sound like a Scrooge and okay, maybe I'm being a little bit Scroogie at the moment. You see all of my old friends (and I use the term 'old' not necessarily as former but as indication of that group of people that I hung out with when I was one half of a couple) are going out to St. Augustine to ring in the new year. I wasn't really invited to this. I found out about it on Facebook a few weeks ago and I have to admit, that stung a little. Granted, I've been asked by a few people over the past couple weeks if I will be coming out to St. Augustine with them which I suppose is an invite in itself but you know, it's just not.
Life changed. Life changed fast.
The good news in all of this is that while this changed life may occasionally sting, the change its self is often for the better. I found that I have friends who invite me for me and not just through the person I may or may not be dating. This year, instead of going along on the drunken quest for THE BEST NIGHT EVER, I'll be wearing a funny hat (it's that or a dress and heels and we all know that silly hat trumps pointy shoes every time) with people that I adore and sipping good champagne that won't make me want to die in the morning.
The other thing that I think I might know now? Don't let a sting slow you down.
Life has changed a lot of the past few months and nothing quite calls attention to how life has changed than the holidays. A lot of people were worried about how I would feel this Christmas without Wes. I am proud to say that I more than survived Christmas this year, I positively enjoyed it. I had a wonderful time with my family, received far more thoughtful gifts than I could possibly deserve, created a reading nest with an electric blankie and overall was surrounded by love which is really all one can hope for in life.
Christmas was lovely but I have in fact been dreading New Years Eve. Actually, I dread New Years every year so this isn't new or a product of singleness. New Years Eve is this one night every year that gets heaped in the expectations of being THE BEST NIGHT EVER! I have to honestly say though I've never had a New Years Eve that lived up to the hype, because once people start realizing that it's not really going to the "best night ever!" we just up the drinking and by morning don't even remember that it wasn't anything to write home about. Awesome right? Some of the best New Years Eve's I've ever had have been low key, with people I enjoy and didn't in epic hangovers the next day. Actually, now that I write it out that's probably my formula for all good nights: low key, vomit free and with people I adore.
I know, I sound like a Scrooge and okay, maybe I'm being a little bit Scroogie at the moment. You see all of my old friends (and I use the term 'old' not necessarily as former but as indication of that group of people that I hung out with when I was one half of a couple) are going out to St. Augustine to ring in the new year. I wasn't really invited to this. I found out about it on Facebook a few weeks ago and I have to admit, that stung a little. Granted, I've been asked by a few people over the past couple weeks if I will be coming out to St. Augustine with them which I suppose is an invite in itself but you know, it's just not.
Life changed. Life changed fast.
The good news in all of this is that while this changed life may occasionally sting, the change its self is often for the better. I found that I have friends who invite me for me and not just through the person I may or may not be dating. This year, instead of going along on the drunken quest for THE BEST NIGHT EVER, I'll be wearing a funny hat (it's that or a dress and heels and we all know that silly hat trumps pointy shoes every time) with people that I adore and sipping good champagne that won't make me want to die in the morning.
The other thing that I think I might know now? Don't let a sting slow you down.
Wednesday, December 28, 2011
The Minnesota for Christmas we go!
Our traditional Chili's-to-Go bar hop on the way to Christmas always yields more than few laughts and sometimes, when we're luck a few gems.
Despite Erica's most fervent wishes and snow-dances, we traveled to the great north just in time for one of the warmest Christmas' on record and Erica did not in fact get to see "giant fucking snow flakes falling from the goddamned sky."
Despite Erica's most fervent wishes and snow-dances, we traveled to the great north just in time for one of the warmest Christmas' on record and Erica did not in fact get to see "giant fucking snow flakes falling from the goddamned sky."
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| December 23, 2011 |
More Mur-Monster
Blurry, but since I'm really seeming to come into my own as a crazy, knitting cat lady...isn't he just stinkin' cute!
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| December 20, 2011 |
Welcome, guests who bake cookies
One of the very many perks of having a guest room is company, especially when that company is Jen baking cookies. This particular batch wasn't an immediate success but rest assured, she pulled it out.
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| December 19, 2011 |
Pistachio, what a lovely, under appreciated color
A few months ago, with a quick refresher from Andrea, a book and a lot of a help from YouTube I learned to knit. Three months, an ungodly number of hours on my couch and strangely large amount of money spent on yarn, I have a finished product.
One, hand-made, pistachio scarf:
This shit is like making your own vanilla, you think that it's going to a cost saving kind of endeavor only to discover that one vanilla bean is $15. One might be better off just drinking the vodka.
One, hand-made, pistachio scarf:
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| December 18, 2011 |
Christmas Parties are only fun when there is dancing!
There seemed to be an excessive amount of holiday party-age this year. I went to three, count 'em three work Christmas parties. Thankfully, of these three holiday gatherings all three of them had dancing. I am a pretty reliable employee (if I do say so myself) but dancing, well that's where I really shine.
Heme/Onc Christmas party numero uno there was shaboogieing that would shame, well, pretty much anyone. Thankfully there don't seem to be many pictures of said shenanigans but if anyone has a picture of the congo line that I started (see how coyly I just dropped that in there? Because yep, I started that rockin' congo line) I'd love to see it.
Party number two had...wait for it...competitive dancing.
Heme/Onc Christmas party numero uno there was shaboogieing that would shame, well, pretty much anyone. Thankfully there don't seem to be many pictures of said shenanigans but if anyone has a picture of the congo line that I started (see how coyly I just dropped that in there? Because yep, I started that rockin' congo line) I'd love to see it.
Party number two had...wait for it...competitive dancing.
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| December 16, 2011 |
It was a delightful game of Jingle Booty, Anna vs. Nurse Leslie edition. I'm not sure there was actually a winner but it was uh-mazing. Pretty much the only party game I've ever enjoyed though and given how many faux-baby poops I sniffed and bridal bingos I've played, that's saying A LOT.
I might have felt embarrassed by this show of jingle bootying but any twinge remotely akin to embarrassment was wiped away the following evening at holiday festivity number three.
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| December 17, 2011 |
That's right, that's the running man and a damn fine running man it was. I actually find myself insanely jealous of Amy's running man, I will clearly be practicing this year in anticipation of next years dance offs.
Sunday, December 18, 2011
Holiday Spirits
Can also be referred to as vodka drunk in the presence of friends and twinkle lights :)
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| December 15, 2011 |
Holidays in the Orifice: Part V
In the spirit of the holidays, we decided to share our cookie exchange booty with our inpatient and outpatient counterparts. Tis the season for sharing...and bribary for good will and speedy blood draws in the new year.
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| December 14, 2011 |
The Lily-Pad comes to work
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| December 13, 2011 |
Friday, December 16, 2011
Holidays in the Orifice: Part IV
It's cookie exchange time!
John: how many fucking dozen?
Me: yikes...6 1/2. do you want to die?
John: yes... just kidding...but seriously
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| December 12, 2011 |
John: how many fucking dozen?
Me: yikes...6 1/2. do you want to die?
John: yes... just kidding...but seriously
trying something new...
"To have something that you have never had, you have to do something that you have never done."
There have been a lot of serious changes in my life this year, some have been happy but most of them have been...well, honestly a lot of them have been gut-wrenching and tearful. I can't complain though because that's part of life, part of being a grown ass woman means that I have to participate in my own life even when I'd rather curl up and hibernate for several months. But there's always sunshine after rain, even if you have to chase that sunshine down in car on the highway. It was time for a change less serious in nature.
My friend / hairdresser Nicole posted the following status on her Facebook a few weeks ago:
My gut said "yes please!" so, after confirming that mullets were off the table so far as style options went, I went for it.
Before:
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| December 11, 2011 |
Best. Idea. Ever.
Four hours and about...oh three pound of hair later, I have a new 'do. It's nothing I would have ever thought to ask for (or truth be told, even considered if it was presented to me as an option) but I like it! It's shorter than I've ever gone and I'm still not convinced that it doesn't accentuate my schnoozola but you know what? It's hair, it's even (dare I say) good hair that will grow back over the next few months. It's different and different, it what I needed.
After:
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| December 11, 2011 |
Wednesday, December 14, 2011
Holidays in the Orifice: Part III
BMTU Research represented this year at the Heme/Onc, Cancer Center holiday shindig.
It was at this par-tay that I managed to cross off an item from my never-even-thought-to-put-it-on-the-bucket-list list: start a conga line. A VERY successful conga line if I do say so myself.
It was at this par-tay that I managed to cross off an item from my never-even-thought-to-put-it-on-the-bucket-list list: start a conga line. A VERY successful conga line if I do say so myself.
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| December 10, 2011 |
Monday, December 12, 2011
Holiday's in the Orifice, Part Deux
Zach's first Christmas in the office:
"Look guys! Snow!! I'm making it snow!"
"Look guys! Snow!! I'm making it snow!"
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| December 9, 2011 |
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