is it july yet?

pretty much sums up my thoughts

weekend at a glance

I finished my last final last wednesday so a fun-filled weekend was in order.

visiting a friend in dothan, cinco de mayo, a birthday party, and a lingerie shower/bachelorette party- all in three short days! well deserved, fun weekend! (and yes, I know i'm wearing the same shirt in all the pics)

me and C
high school bffs- aren't we gorgeous?

we love each other :)

G and me (and my leopard print background on my phone)

me and C's sister, J

cool C and dork D

sweet C (my sis's BFF came to the party/shower!)

old college roomate love

the reason for the party and me

some of the girls at the party/shower

my favorite pic from that night
(that's the lingerie I gave her- yes, i was embarrassed when i bought it)

peace out!

word to my motha('s day)

I have a pretty awesome mama- as many others would claim they do, too- but i'd like to make the argument that mine's the best. She's loving, caring, giving, and a menagerie of other warm adjectives. And don't think i'm doing this post because i want extra Christmas presents or money because this post can could be confused as, a 'sucking up' post. (I already know I'm her favorite, I see it in her eyes.)

But ya know, she makes all of her children and granddogs feel like the favorite 

(except for my sister's dog, goose, ha!) 

That's why I love her.
(my mama- not my sister's dog, goose- although i do love him, i digress)

It's the unconditional, unbiased love that she shows to each of us that makes us (my brother, older sister, and little sister) feel like we are her favorite.

Mama's in the kitchen today cooking a mother's day meal for us.  

Ham, lima beans, field peas, sweet potatoes, and yeast rolls. 

Yep, you read that right, cooking on what should be a holiday for her.

Here's a pic of me and my mama.

Apalachicola, Fl. Spring 2011

here's a picture taken a year ago, on mother's day, actually. 

(it coincidentally features "the least favorite" granddog- see why he's the least favorite? he's an animal, literally!) 
and with that being said, here's a word to my motha:

happy mother's day, mama! 
roo and I love you so much and wouldn't know what to do or where'd we be- without you!

<3 <3 <3

egyptian eyes

on my last day of therapy, in my fourth semester of grad school, my last client, A, came through the door. she ran towards me and handed me this card.

 A- ms laura, i made you this card

me- oh thank you, i love it!

A- I drew us on the front, see? you are this one (the one of the left)

I guess that's how my hair looks when I'm doing therapy but i'll never know.

A- see how I drew Egyptian eyes?

me- yes, i do see how you drew Egyptian eyes, you did a really good job drawing us.

A- I drew Egyptian eyes because you have Egyptian eyes

me- ..... (eh hem)

 Egyptian eyes is definitely a first for me.

here's the inside

it reads:

dear laura, I'll miss  you lots! I love playing games and working with you! Love, A

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A, I'll miss you, too!

who? my BFF

besides having a straping young man helping me move home from my home of 6 years, Valdosta, ga, I had more help from my BFF. I have talked about her here and here. I would probably still be working on cleaning my apartment. I don't think I can ever thank her enough. Oh, I know, how about I thank her with her very own blog post, completely dedicated to her.

things I love about my BFF (in no particular order):

 She's a mother (of five doodlebugs)

her five doodlebugs

her poppyseed chicken

her family (my second parents)

her cool new ride, the minivan

her prayers

her honesty

her opinion 

how we look like sisters

our chats on the phone

our text conversations

the fact that i am one of four people her oldest doodlebug can text 

her work ethic
I could probably go on for days, so are you ready to see a picture of us?

Here's we are- around Christmas time....that's the only picture i have to share since that's the last picture we've taken.... isn't that pathetic? we should really get more pictures of us together.

the question is- who do you have to clean out old stuff, scrub your shower and toilet better than their own bathroom? 

who do i have? my BFF :) 

Love you, Aimee and your doodlebugs :)

weekend at a glance

whew! have i had a busy weekend! 

Friday started off by moving all of my "big" furniture to my new home. I had a very special helper helping me move (on his 31st birthday no less!) The weather was nice- making the move tolerable. 

Saturday I had a wedding shower for my good friend, N. The food at the shower was the best 'shower food' i had ever had. Kudos to those chefs. I continued to unpack on Saturday and Sunday. Tonight I went to my good friend A's house to have her version of sloppy joes (picture will follow). Since I don't have any pictures from moving furniture, we'll start with pictures from saturday and work our way up to Sunday and the sloppy joe incident ;)

Pear punch at the shower- delish!

the dessert table- to die for!

the bride-to-be and me at the shower

 a really neat gift N got at the shower (something blue)

had one of these at A's house tonight, our favorite beer :D

we continued planning the bride-to-be's bachelorette party (it's this coming weekend and it's gonna be a blast!)

oh and if you thought i forgot about posting the "sloppy joes" that A made, I didn't.

the dialogue went a little like this...

A- (after draining the meat, goes to the pantry and pulls out the Ragu)

me- (thinking- A must have a different way of making sloppy joes- I keep my mouth shut)

after pouring in the Ragu

me- "so how do you make sloppy joes?"

A- (stops- realizing that she just made spaghetti instead of sloppy joes)

I laughed... and told her how I don't eat spaghetti

her sweet husband went and bought more hamburger meat and A started cooking supper over again.

so maybe that story was a little anti-climatic but it was pretty funny 

and last but certainly not least, the Manwich sloppy joes made my special way on a toasted bun, with mayo and pickles served open faced... thanks for supper, A!

who woulda thunk, that such a small spot, would cause such a funk?

catchy title, aye?

let me give you a little background information... i'm going to start my externship in May at a nursing home. I had to get a tuberculosis (TB) skin test to be able to work to make money for free there. Monday, I went into the university's health center to have a small injection to see if I have TB. I had the same test done about a year ago to do volunteer work in another nursing home. That nurse barely turned on the light in my room before she said I was fine. With all that being said written, avert your attention back to the title and imagine me sitting in a waiting room full of windows. (the windows really have nothing to do with the story, it just gives you something to think about)

me: (texting) I'm getting my TB test checked on... I don't have it by the way.

nurse: "Laura Nicholson?"

I stand up to go see her

me (to the nurse): I'm back!

nurse: how is your arm?

I hold my arm out to let her see.

she doesn't give me the same lack of attention as my nurse the year prior.

I sit down in a room... just like any other hospital or health center waiting room. you know, white and sterile.

She carefully rubs my arm where she had injected me and has a worried look on her face.

she pulls out one of these (or it at least sort of looked like this) and measured my spot:

I comment on how she is giving me so much more attention than the last time I had this done.

nurse: well, you've had a small reaction...

me: I'm sorry, come again?

She spends about 15 to 20 minutes researching a positive TB result and what the measurements should look like if you have a reaction.

She looked up metric conversion charts, several things on cdc.gov until she went to go ask another nurse about conversions. That nurse wasn't there.

nurse: I'm not so sure about the spot on your arm, we might have to give you a chest x-ray.

me: I bed your pardon?

me: (thinking) this can't be good... and i just jinxed myself by saying i didn't have it... what an idiot.

She quickly grabs another nurse to come look at my arm as if it would fall off at any moment. Not even hesitating she looks at it and says its fine... so, no TB for me thanks.

so this is the little spot, that caused such a funk! you can barely see it, right?