January: I got my hair cut at a salon that specializes in curly hair. For 2 and 1/2 hours my curls were inspected and cut just in the right place within the spirals.
February: I voted in Super Tuesday for Barack Obama.
March: I went to Yosemite National Park for the first time and celebrated Easter in the outdoors.
April: I was asked by Micah's Dad how many children I want to have.
May: I watched my third year of Bay to Breakers.
June: I went to Yosemite for the second time and climbed Half Dome.
July: I reunioned in the Smoky Mountains (TN) with my family, then I reunioned with Micah's family in Oregon.
August: I interpreted at a civil court hearing for a client.
September: I went to Keith and Leslie's wedding.
October: I celebrated JJ's birth. I visited Denver, CO.
November: I voted and I watched Barack Obama become president-elect. I was proposed to and I said yes. I cheered on my sister and my dad in their 3rd marathon. (November was a busy month!)
December: I survived taking the GRE.
12.31.2008
12.24.2008
happy christmas eve!
After a nightmare flight (more layover than flight) yesterday, I arrived today in Birmingham at 3:30 AM!! I'm so happy to be home. I'm happy to celebrate Christmas with family and friends (I miss you Micah!).
Cheers to eating cookies, looking at Christmas lights, and watching Will Ferrell play an elf!
Cheers to Christmas Eve!
Cheers to eating cookies, looking at Christmas lights, and watching Will Ferrell play an elf!
Cheers to Christmas Eve!
12.16.2008
Micah + CG = 3 years
Today is Micah and my 3-year anniversary. Our relationship has come a long way from when it first began on December 16, 2005.
Being on the Urban Program was one of the best decisions I've made. It allowed me to experience faith in a new and fresh way. It introduced me to the city I love so much. It broadened my understanding of suffering, while expanding my experience of hope. I will forever be thankful to the Urban staff, my internship co-workers, my clients, that crazy person on the bus, and especially my fellow urbanites.
Another special thing about the Urban Program: it is where I met my future husband. Although there was much stress around the beginning of our dating relationship, we made it work. It was a hard 7 months of long-distance dating. It was an even harder 1 month of breaking up. And it was still harder to find our rhythm once we got back together and were finally living in the same city. Suffice it to say our relationship has not been the easiest, but I'm so happy that we are where we are. I'm even thankful for the road that brought us here.
I'm lucky to have my best friend be a part of my daily life. He is the person I want to share my happy news with and the person I want to commiserate with when something is terribly wrong. I love his go-with-the-flow attitude towards life. I accept both his perfections and his faults. I am lucky to have someone who will make me chicken noodle soup from scratch when I'm sick and who will draw me a bath before I take the GREs so I can relax.
I love my best friend.
Being on the Urban Program was one of the best decisions I've made. It allowed me to experience faith in a new and fresh way. It introduced me to the city I love so much. It broadened my understanding of suffering, while expanding my experience of hope. I will forever be thankful to the Urban staff, my internship co-workers, my clients, that crazy person on the bus, and especially my fellow urbanites.
Another special thing about the Urban Program: it is where I met my future husband. Although there was much stress around the beginning of our dating relationship, we made it work. It was a hard 7 months of long-distance dating. It was an even harder 1 month of breaking up. And it was still harder to find our rhythm once we got back together and were finally living in the same city. Suffice it to say our relationship has not been the easiest, but I'm so happy that we are where we are. I'm even thankful for the road that brought us here.
I'm lucky to have my best friend be a part of my daily life. He is the person I want to share my happy news with and the person I want to commiserate with when something is terribly wrong. I love his go-with-the-flow attitude towards life. I accept both his perfections and his faults. I am lucky to have someone who will make me chicken noodle soup from scratch when I'm sick and who will draw me a bath before I take the GREs so I can relax.
I love my best friend.
12.12.2008
BIG steps
Goals reached, Decisions made:
1) Took the GRE. I am so, so happy to have this over with. I am excited with me "average" score.
2) Finalized wedding date: June 20, 2009. Mark your calendars.
3) Decided on honeymoon location: Hawaii!
4) Set up final meeting with my church to become a member.
1) Took the GRE. I am so, so happy to have this over with. I am excited with me "average" score.
2) Finalized wedding date: June 20, 2009. Mark your calendars.
3) Decided on honeymoon location: Hawaii!
4) Set up final meeting with my church to become a member.
12.09.2008
5 hour time limit
What could I get done in 5 hours?
I could take a GRE practice test.
I could bake some cookies, and then some more, and some more.
I could watch a movie double feature.
I could drive to Yosemite National Park.
One thing I could NOT do: Run 26.2 miles.
On Thanksgiving day, I was happy to cheer on my sister and my dad as they ran the Atlanta Marathon. They both did a great job. Here's the picture recap:
the before shot
kristen at mile 8
dad at mile 8
kristen at mile 18
the cheerleaders (aka micah, my mom, and hsiong)
side story: my dad was running a little behind my sister. so, the cheerleaders (me included) went back to the hotel after kristen passed to warm up a bit. about 25 minutes later, my mom and i headed down to wait for my dad to pass. as we walked out of the hotel lobby, i saw my dad passing by. i started running. my mom started running. we ran up a block and crossed the street to cheer as my dad passed! phew, we did it.
the finish line: (kristen ran in with my dad)
kristen's time: 4 hours and 13 minutes
dad's time: 5 hours and 4 minutes
the after shot:
I'm so proud of kristen and my dad. They both did a fantastic job!
and of course who then could forget the traditional thanksgiving feast at the local waffle house:
I could take a GRE practice test.
I could bake some cookies, and then some more, and some more.
I could watch a movie double feature.
I could drive to Yosemite National Park.
One thing I could NOT do: Run 26.2 miles.
On Thanksgiving day, I was happy to cheer on my sister and my dad as they ran the Atlanta Marathon. They both did a great job. Here's the picture recap:
the before shot
kristen at mile 8
dad at mile 8
kristen at mile 18
the cheerleaders (aka micah, my mom, and hsiong)
side story: my dad was running a little behind my sister. so, the cheerleaders (me included) went back to the hotel after kristen passed to warm up a bit. about 25 minutes later, my mom and i headed down to wait for my dad to pass. as we walked out of the hotel lobby, i saw my dad passing by. i started running. my mom started running. we ran up a block and crossed the street to cheer as my dad passed! phew, we did it.
the finish line: (kristen ran in with my dad)
kristen's time: 4 hours and 13 minutes
dad's time: 5 hours and 4 minutes
the after shot:
I'm so proud of kristen and my dad. They both did a fantastic job!
and of course who then could forget the traditional thanksgiving feast at the local waffle house:
12.02.2008
inspiration
How amazing are these invitations? I love them. They are very expensive, so I will not be purchasing them. But the wheels are turning. Hmm...so many decisions to make.
11.23.2008
november 22, 2008
Dear Blog, I apologize for abandoning you for so long. To make up, I will write a LONG post.
November 22, 2008. This day will forever be a favorite in my memory tank. It will remind me of the beauty of the world around me. It will ignite a joy and a passion for the one person I love the most.
This is the day I stopped having a boyfriend and started having a fiance (omg...freaking out inside just writing that out for the first time). Yes, fellow blog readers, Micah and I are engaged! I guess I'll just launch into the story, since who doesn't want all the juicy details?
As much as I love my job, I many times unwantingly give up gorgeous san francisco saturdays to work. I of course do not like this aspect of my job, but I understand the necessity and therefore roll with the life I've chosen. So this past saturday (november 22) I hopped into a cab because I was running late and dashed to work. I met with two clients. My last client I thought was not going to be an interview, but it was and therefore pushed my work load over an hour longer than it usually is. Moving along...
The plan: Micah was supposed to pick me up from work and we scheduled to drive north to Marin to meet up with our friend Sarah for a nice hike along the ocean. My work delayed us by an hour, but around 3pm we were off. Micah had bought be a sandwich and an almond croissant from La Boulange (of which he had eaten half of both), and I gobbled them up.
Going over the Golden Gate bridge to Marin
When we made it to our destination, Rodeo Beach, Sarah was nowhere to be found. At this very moment, I began feeling a peculiar sensation. My thought process: Micah has quite a large backpack for such a small hike, Sarah is nowhere to be seen, and we have been talking about marriage for some time now. Ok, ok, basically I let my imagination side get the hold of my brain and it ran wild. I slowly convinced myself, through the butterflies swarming in my stomach and creeping up my throat, that this might be the day Micah was going to propose.
Fast forward 15 minutes and guess who shows up...Sarah. (Sarah, if you're reading this, I do love you. I promise the fact that my spirts plummeted were simply connected to my proposal bubble being burst, not that I was sad to see you). So we embarked on our adventure. I admit I was what my friend Emily explicitly pinpointed a "Debbie Downer." I wanted to forget about my expectations. I wanted to center myself on the beauty that surrounded me. I was just miles from the city, yet I felt worlds away. There was the ocean before me in all its glory. There were deers grazing and birds fluttering. It was beautiful. I tried, honestly I did, I tried to focus on this beauty and not Micah's frustrating lack of commitment. In fact, at one point my non-confrontational side even laid down for me to tell Micah I was sad because I thought maybe something else was going to happen (i.e. get proposed to). I wanted to move on from this false expectation and enjoy the afternoon.
We hiked. We hiked about 40 minutes up to the top of a ridge. Micah declared, "It's a one of a kind day" (Yes, he is usually that over the top, so I did not suspect much). Even though less than a minute later, Sarah announced, "I have to pee, I'm going to find a bush, you guys go ahead," I still did not suspect anything. We walked over a few feet to a breath-taking outlook. Micah asked me to take a picture. I told him no, I did not feel like it. Micah said, "Come on, take a picture with me." I again told him no, but eventually conceded to take a picture of just him. (I know I'm a horrible person.)
the view
the picture
At which time, Micah tells me I'm making this difficult for him. He gets down on one knee. He tells me, among other things, that he loves me and respects me. Many people say they don't remember what was said during the proposal and for me it is sadly no different. I was taken off guard. I kept asking Micah what he was doing instead of listeing intently to what he was saying. Finally "the question" came: "Will you marry me?" He fumbled around in his pocket and brought out the ring. We were almost interrupted by some small children, but I think their parents shuffled them away. Oh, did I mention I said YES, because I did.
Next came my first suspicion fulfilled. The backpack. Micah brought out a blanket, a bottle of wine, cheese and crackers, and chocolate! We sat down and watched the sunset. Here's the series of photos that followed:
Oh, and our view of Rodeo Beach at sunset:
After 20 minutes of hands down the most enjoyous sunset I've experienced, the fog rolled in. It encompassed us. It clothed the ocean and the beach. It was mysterious. We hiked down and met back up with Sarah in the parking lot. We hugged and jumped up and down and I'm so excited she was their to share in our moment. I'm was even more happy to find out she had hid behind us and taken great photos of the proposal.
As Micah and I drove back to our beloved city in our borrowed City Car Share, I called my parents and my bevy of girlfriends. It was much fun to replay the memory of the hour before. I think the best thing of repeating our engagement story to the masses is the way it cements into my mind each time I tell it.
The dinner:
Micah took me to Ana Mandara. It is owned by Don Johnson of Miami Vice. The story behind dinner is that Micah had told me we were going out to dinner with his boss and his boss' husband. Rewind back to the parking lot jumping up and down with Sarah, and she blurts "You know you're going to dinner just the two of you." Well, I do now! Anyway, the resturant was spectacular. The name Ana Mandara translates as "Beautiful Refuge." It is named after a ancient Vietnamese love story between a Princess and an Army General. In a Romeo and Juliet esque setting, the princess was married to a nearby king despite her love for the general. The king's first wife plotted against her and to save the princess her family sends in the general. He wisked her away to an "Ana Mandara" where they live together happily for a year. The great love story ends in tragedy when the two decide to return home (knowing that it would not be easy). The young general was executed and the princess lived the rest of her life in a convent, forever separated from her greatest love. But the princess never forgot her "Ana Mandara."
The story is sad, but our dinner experience was everything but that.
We started the evening in the lounge, sipping some cocktails and listening to the live band. Afterwards, we moved downstairs to the main floor where we were seated at a table overlooking the restaurant. Micah had delivered flowers early in the day and there they sat in all their autumn glory on our table.
The inside of Ana Mandara is very hollywood. It looks like you're on a set. As you can maybe see in the picture above, there are building facades inside. The lights on the ceiling look like set lights.
Our meal was fantastic. We got a bottle of riesling and spring rolls to start. Moving to the entrees, Micah got lobster (from Maine) and I got the fish of the day which was Halibut. It was a spectacular firework display of flavors in my mouth. Then our waiter came out and gave us our bottle of champagne compliments of Gil (Micah's boss). I suppose here is where I should give Gil a shout-out since he played an integral part in the planning. He was so excited when Micah told him he was going to propose. He gave him ideas for a resturant and then when Micah picked Ana Mandara, Gil took Micah and the rest of his team there for lunch so Micah could take it for a test drive. They sat at different tables to pick the right one. Thank you Gil for all your planning and excitement over our engagement day.
Dessert deserves a mini-paragraph all to it's own. Here's what we got.
Mine: a chocolate molten lava cake with raspberry sauce and vanilla ice cream
Micah's: chocolate mousse and strawberries
DELICIOUS!
Recap: After 5 hours of work, 45 minutes of hiking, 20 minutes of admiring the sunset, and over 3 hours of relishing our dinner..Micah and I are engaged.
And we will remain engaged until sometime Summer '09. Stay tuned for updates!
November 22, 2008. This day will forever be a favorite in my memory tank. It will remind me of the beauty of the world around me. It will ignite a joy and a passion for the one person I love the most.
This is the day I stopped having a boyfriend and started having a fiance (omg...freaking out inside just writing that out for the first time). Yes, fellow blog readers, Micah and I are engaged! I guess I'll just launch into the story, since who doesn't want all the juicy details?
As much as I love my job, I many times unwantingly give up gorgeous san francisco saturdays to work. I of course do not like this aspect of my job, but I understand the necessity and therefore roll with the life I've chosen. So this past saturday (november 22) I hopped into a cab because I was running late and dashed to work. I met with two clients. My last client I thought was not going to be an interview, but it was and therefore pushed my work load over an hour longer than it usually is. Moving along...
The plan: Micah was supposed to pick me up from work and we scheduled to drive north to Marin to meet up with our friend Sarah for a nice hike along the ocean. My work delayed us by an hour, but around 3pm we were off. Micah had bought be a sandwich and an almond croissant from La Boulange (of which he had eaten half of both), and I gobbled them up.
Going over the Golden Gate bridge to Marin
When we made it to our destination, Rodeo Beach, Sarah was nowhere to be found. At this very moment, I began feeling a peculiar sensation. My thought process: Micah has quite a large backpack for such a small hike, Sarah is nowhere to be seen, and we have been talking about marriage for some time now. Ok, ok, basically I let my imagination side get the hold of my brain and it ran wild. I slowly convinced myself, through the butterflies swarming in my stomach and creeping up my throat, that this might be the day Micah was going to propose.
Fast forward 15 minutes and guess who shows up...Sarah. (Sarah, if you're reading this, I do love you. I promise the fact that my spirts plummeted were simply connected to my proposal bubble being burst, not that I was sad to see you). So we embarked on our adventure. I admit I was what my friend Emily explicitly pinpointed a "Debbie Downer." I wanted to forget about my expectations. I wanted to center myself on the beauty that surrounded me. I was just miles from the city, yet I felt worlds away. There was the ocean before me in all its glory. There were deers grazing and birds fluttering. It was beautiful. I tried, honestly I did, I tried to focus on this beauty and not Micah's frustrating lack of commitment. In fact, at one point my non-confrontational side even laid down for me to tell Micah I was sad because I thought maybe something else was going to happen (i.e. get proposed to). I wanted to move on from this false expectation and enjoy the afternoon.
We hiked. We hiked about 40 minutes up to the top of a ridge. Micah declared, "It's a one of a kind day" (Yes, he is usually that over the top, so I did not suspect much). Even though less than a minute later, Sarah announced, "I have to pee, I'm going to find a bush, you guys go ahead," I still did not suspect anything. We walked over a few feet to a breath-taking outlook. Micah asked me to take a picture. I told him no, I did not feel like it. Micah said, "Come on, take a picture with me." I again told him no, but eventually conceded to take a picture of just him. (I know I'm a horrible person.)
the view
the picture
At which time, Micah tells me I'm making this difficult for him. He gets down on one knee. He tells me, among other things, that he loves me and respects me. Many people say they don't remember what was said during the proposal and for me it is sadly no different. I was taken off guard. I kept asking Micah what he was doing instead of listeing intently to what he was saying. Finally "the question" came: "Will you marry me?" He fumbled around in his pocket and brought out the ring. We were almost interrupted by some small children, but I think their parents shuffled them away. Oh, did I mention I said YES, because I did.
Next came my first suspicion fulfilled. The backpack. Micah brought out a blanket, a bottle of wine, cheese and crackers, and chocolate! We sat down and watched the sunset. Here's the series of photos that followed:
Oh, and our view of Rodeo Beach at sunset:
After 20 minutes of hands down the most enjoyous sunset I've experienced, the fog rolled in. It encompassed us. It clothed the ocean and the beach. It was mysterious. We hiked down and met back up with Sarah in the parking lot. We hugged and jumped up and down and I'm so excited she was their to share in our moment. I'm was even more happy to find out she had hid behind us and taken great photos of the proposal.
As Micah and I drove back to our beloved city in our borrowed City Car Share, I called my parents and my bevy of girlfriends. It was much fun to replay the memory of the hour before. I think the best thing of repeating our engagement story to the masses is the way it cements into my mind each time I tell it.
The dinner:
Micah took me to Ana Mandara. It is owned by Don Johnson of Miami Vice. The story behind dinner is that Micah had told me we were going out to dinner with his boss and his boss' husband. Rewind back to the parking lot jumping up and down with Sarah, and she blurts "You know you're going to dinner just the two of you." Well, I do now! Anyway, the resturant was spectacular. The name Ana Mandara translates as "Beautiful Refuge." It is named after a ancient Vietnamese love story between a Princess and an Army General. In a Romeo and Juliet esque setting, the princess was married to a nearby king despite her love for the general. The king's first wife plotted against her and to save the princess her family sends in the general. He wisked her away to an "Ana Mandara" where they live together happily for a year. The great love story ends in tragedy when the two decide to return home (knowing that it would not be easy). The young general was executed and the princess lived the rest of her life in a convent, forever separated from her greatest love. But the princess never forgot her "Ana Mandara."
The story is sad, but our dinner experience was everything but that.
We started the evening in the lounge, sipping some cocktails and listening to the live band. Afterwards, we moved downstairs to the main floor where we were seated at a table overlooking the restaurant. Micah had delivered flowers early in the day and there they sat in all their autumn glory on our table.
The inside of Ana Mandara is very hollywood. It looks like you're on a set. As you can maybe see in the picture above, there are building facades inside. The lights on the ceiling look like set lights.
Our meal was fantastic. We got a bottle of riesling and spring rolls to start. Moving to the entrees, Micah got lobster (from Maine) and I got the fish of the day which was Halibut. It was a spectacular firework display of flavors in my mouth. Then our waiter came out and gave us our bottle of champagne compliments of Gil (Micah's boss). I suppose here is where I should give Gil a shout-out since he played an integral part in the planning. He was so excited when Micah told him he was going to propose. He gave him ideas for a resturant and then when Micah picked Ana Mandara, Gil took Micah and the rest of his team there for lunch so Micah could take it for a test drive. They sat at different tables to pick the right one. Thank you Gil for all your planning and excitement over our engagement day.
Dessert deserves a mini-paragraph all to it's own. Here's what we got.
Mine: a chocolate molten lava cake with raspberry sauce and vanilla ice cream
Micah's: chocolate mousse and strawberries
DELICIOUS!
Recap: After 5 hours of work, 45 minutes of hiking, 20 minutes of admiring the sunset, and over 3 hours of relishing our dinner..Micah and I are engaged.
And we will remain engaged until sometime Summer '09. Stay tuned for updates!
11.17.2008
my friend-pool playing-sushi-bonfire-sunshine filled weekend
The festivities started when Amy and Charlie pulled into San Francisco after an extended 3 1/2 hour car ride from Sacramento. Ji Hae was over and we were off to celebrate the beginning of her birthday weekend. We jumped on the bus and rode to the inner richmond where we gorged ourselves on korean food. From there we hit up the bar "Buckshot" which was just across the street. We played some skee-ball (can I hear a chuckie cheese shout out). We bar hopped down a block or so to play some pool and Ji had her first stoplight (series of green, yellow, and red shots)!
(photos to come)
Saturday morning woke up and with Micah, Amy, and Charlie in tow I headed to Eddy's, my favorite breakfast place in SF. Oh the goodness of a greasy plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns, served up with a biscuit and cup of diner coffee (V-I can only imagine this is the addictive quality of Luke's diner).
After breakfast, we meandered up to Alamo Sqaure. Ji Hae met up with us and we chatted and sun bathed in the park with a spectacular view of San Francisco's eloquent victorian houses and bustling downtown. Sadly, after some refreshing beverages, Amy and Charlie had to embark on their trip back to Sacramento.
**Here we are at Alamo Square**
Micah and I watched the first part of the Alabama football game. Oh yeah, they're still number 1!!
Saturday night, we met up with some more friends to have dinner in honor of Ji Hae's 23rd birthday. We celebrated in style with a sushi dinner. It was delicious, but I think I was more full than I have ever been before after a sushi meal. Side note: sushi is better in smaller groups, maybe not meant for a 15 person dining experience. Since the night was still young and the warmth still hung in the air, we went to Ocean Beach where we raced to find a pit for the bondfire. A few park ranger mandates, reese's cup smores, and sparklers later my exhausted body retired for the evening.
**Expecto Patronus**
**The whole gang at the bondfire**
But the weekend was not over yet; Sunday was another sun-filled day. Micah and I rode our bikes into Golden Gate park to meet some more friends for another Ji Hae birthday celebration. We met at Stow Lake and paddle boated around the central island. It was a beautiful day. It was sunny and clear.
**Roomies**
**Me and my favorite person**
**the pagoda**
**All the paddle boaters** (please take note of the short sleeves & tank tops we are all wearing in mid-November)
Happy Birthday Ji Hae and thank you for the wonderful, fun-filled weekend!
(photos to come)
Saturday morning woke up and with Micah, Amy, and Charlie in tow I headed to Eddy's, my favorite breakfast place in SF. Oh the goodness of a greasy plate of scrambled eggs, bacon, and hashbrowns, served up with a biscuit and cup of diner coffee (V-I can only imagine this is the addictive quality of Luke's diner).
After breakfast, we meandered up to Alamo Sqaure. Ji Hae met up with us and we chatted and sun bathed in the park with a spectacular view of San Francisco's eloquent victorian houses and bustling downtown. Sadly, after some refreshing beverages, Amy and Charlie had to embark on their trip back to Sacramento.
**Here we are at Alamo Square**
Micah and I watched the first part of the Alabama football game. Oh yeah, they're still number 1!!
Saturday night, we met up with some more friends to have dinner in honor of Ji Hae's 23rd birthday. We celebrated in style with a sushi dinner. It was delicious, but I think I was more full than I have ever been before after a sushi meal. Side note: sushi is better in smaller groups, maybe not meant for a 15 person dining experience. Since the night was still young and the warmth still hung in the air, we went to Ocean Beach where we raced to find a pit for the bondfire. A few park ranger mandates, reese's cup smores, and sparklers later my exhausted body retired for the evening.
**Expecto Patronus**
**The whole gang at the bondfire**
But the weekend was not over yet; Sunday was another sun-filled day. Micah and I rode our bikes into Golden Gate park to meet some more friends for another Ji Hae birthday celebration. We met at Stow Lake and paddle boated around the central island. It was a beautiful day. It was sunny and clear.
**Roomies**
**Me and my favorite person**
**the pagoda**
**All the paddle boaters** (please take note of the short sleeves & tank tops we are all wearing in mid-November)
Happy Birthday Ji Hae and thank you for the wonderful, fun-filled weekend!
11.14.2008
Click
Click. Click. Click.
How often can you click your gum in a 30 second period of time?
TOO often.
Ok, so here's another client story:
I met with client j this morning. She was chewing gum when she came in. I don't mind a gum chewer. I mean, I like gum, why shouldn't others. Oh, but wait, this is no normal gum chewer. J is a gum clicker. I doubt that is actually a term, but I don't know how else to classify it. A gum clicker is someone that constantly and unceasinly clicks their gum. It is an obnoxious habit to listen to, one that makes me want to pull out all my hair and rip off all my fingernails in order to create a distraction pulling my focus away from the clicking.
The clicking just kept going. I met with her for a little over an hour and the clicking didn't stop. How is that possible? Didn't she get tired of the repetitive motion of moving her tongue in her mouth to produce the fingernails-on-chalkboard click? Didn't she? Didn't she?
I wanted a fifteen minute break after meeting with J just to clear the sound out of my head. I think I can hear it still.
Click. Click. Click.
How often can you click your gum in a 30 second period of time?
TOO often.
Ok, so here's another client story:
I met with client j this morning. She was chewing gum when she came in. I don't mind a gum chewer. I mean, I like gum, why shouldn't others. Oh, but wait, this is no normal gum chewer. J is a gum clicker. I doubt that is actually a term, but I don't know how else to classify it. A gum clicker is someone that constantly and unceasinly clicks their gum. It is an obnoxious habit to listen to, one that makes me want to pull out all my hair and rip off all my fingernails in order to create a distraction pulling my focus away from the clicking.
The clicking just kept going. I met with her for a little over an hour and the clicking didn't stop. How is that possible? Didn't she get tired of the repetitive motion of moving her tongue in her mouth to produce the fingernails-on-chalkboard click? Didn't she? Didn't she?
I wanted a fifteen minute break after meeting with J just to clear the sound out of my head. I think I can hear it still.
Click. Click. Click.
11.13.2008
my morning/afternoon
Here's a glance at what I did today:
I sat at the same old kitchen table, working out of the same old gre book, and studying the same old gre flashcards. The one thing that did change? What I put in my belly!
And now for my favorite salad.
Here's the recipe:
Ingredients:
-greens/spinach
-goat cheese (or feta)
-apple slices
-craisins
-pomegranate seeds
-walnuts/pecans
Toss the greens/spinach with a balsamic dressing (see recipe below). Layer with the rest of the ingredients. If you're feeling extra crazy, drizzle a little more balsamic dressing on top.
Balsamic dressing: (serves 4)
Ingredients:
-2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar
-1 tablespoon red wine vinegar
-1 tablespoon dijon mustard
-1 teaspoon light brown sugar
-1 garlic clove, minced
-1/2 teaspoon salt
-1/4 teaspoon pepper
-1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
Mix all ingredients except olive oil. Then add oil to mixture and mix well with whisk.
Enjoy!
I sat at the same old kitchen table, working out of the same old gre book, and studying the same old gre flashcards. The one thing that did change? What I put in my belly!
And now for my favorite salad.
Here's the recipe:
Ingredients:
-greens/spinach
-goat cheese (or feta)
-apple slices
-craisins
-pomegranate seeds
-walnuts/pecans
Toss the greens/spinach with a balsamic dressing (see recipe below). Layer with the rest of the ingredients. If you're feeling extra crazy, drizzle a little more balsamic dressing on top.
Balsamic dressing: (serves 4)
Ingredients:
-2 tablespoons balsamic vinegar
-1 tablespoon red wine vinegar
-1 tablespoon dijon mustard
-1 teaspoon light brown sugar
-1 garlic clove, minced
-1/2 teaspoon salt
-1/4 teaspoon pepper
-1/4 cup extra virgin olive oil
Mix all ingredients except olive oil. Then add oil to mixture and mix well with whisk.
Enjoy!
11.12.2008
a bevy of girls
Today is one of those days that I just really miss having girlfriends. So to assuage my sense of loneliness, here's a plethora of nostalgic photographs.
**cg and v celebrating h & m's birthdays (without them)
**cg and a enjoying july 4th celebration
**cg and mk pushing/pulling each other into a lake
**cg and sm looking at the san francisco bay
**cg and e conversing over coffee in denver
**cg and a after an afternoon of wine tasting
**cg and h celebrating christmas in union square
**cg and e disagreeing with a bevy of old men
**h, cg, and mk loving the traditional christmas dinner
**cg and v revisiting downtown rockport
Can you pick out the gre words of the day?
**cg and v celebrating h & m's birthdays (without them)
**cg and a enjoying july 4th celebration
**cg and mk pushing/pulling each other into a lake
**cg and sm looking at the san francisco bay
**cg and e conversing over coffee in denver
**cg and a after an afternoon of wine tasting
**cg and h celebrating christmas in union square
**cg and e disagreeing with a bevy of old men
**h, cg, and mk loving the traditional christmas dinner
**cg and v revisiting downtown rockport
Can you pick out the gre words of the day?
11.10.2008
It's official
Today marks the day I made it official. It is no longer an idea swishing around in my head. It is no longer pointless preparing for a day yet unconfirmed.
Today I signed up for the gre. It is official. I take it one month from tomorrow on December 11, 2008. Now my studying takes on a new level as each passing minute brings mid-december closer and closer.
Goal: From now until gre day, I will try to incorporate new gre words into blog posts! Perhaps this will hold me more accountable to studying my gre "vocabulary in a box" flash cards.
Today I signed up for the gre. It is official. I take it one month from tomorrow on December 11, 2008. Now my studying takes on a new level as each passing minute brings mid-december closer and closer.
Goal: From now until gre day, I will try to incorporate new gre words into blog posts! Perhaps this will hold me more accountable to studying my gre "vocabulary in a box" flash cards.
11.08.2008
Ode to Alabama
ROLL TIDE ROLL
Alabama you are the best,
Alabama you're better than all the rest.
You pass the ball with such ease,
You tackle and crush until they scream please!
You beat all the teams you come across,
If I do say myself, you are the boss.
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