tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-49200003881795977572024-03-14T10:08:58.918-05:00Healthy RUNdownEllhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07533398473677246961noreply@blogger.comBlogger74125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000388179597757.post-51936331773602634582011-09-29T22:00:00.000-05:002011-09-30T06:27:01.974-05:00Thursday<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Thursdays mark the end of my work week. It marks the end of my 4 day routine of waking up at 6am, walking dogs with Anthony, feeding dogs, putting on makeup, going upstairs with my oatmeal mix with apples and raisins, getting on the computer and catching up, and then out the door by 7:30. Then work work work until 6:30-7pm.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After work I went straight to the new YMCA. I am getting into the routine of going straight from work and letting it be my tv time (I never get to watch my girl-trash-tv at our house!). I was able to get a treadmill run in for 4 miles while watching the most ridiculous show, Sister Wives.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This thursday marks the day before I leave for CHI-TOWN!! wahoooo.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am so excited to go to Chicago. I miss my UT bestie Marika. My life has been missing something without her around. </span>Ellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07533398473677246961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000388179597757.post-91138921646989003472011-09-25T10:47:00.004-05:002011-09-25T16:36:11.266-05:00Saturday Blues and Sunday Morning Struggle.<table cellpadding="0" cellspacing="0" class="tr-caption-container" style="float: left; margin-right: 1em; text-align: left;"><tbody>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This weekend was very difficult for me. Anthony was gone and I can tell you that it was very challenging for me to take care of puppy, do the loads and loads of laundry, find a dress for a million dollar wedding on my budget, and get my long run in. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The puppy has been a huge stress. Note to self: NEVER get a puppy. Puppies and OCD cause major mental breakdowns!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Yesterday I was really lonely. I finally called my mom and went with her to look for a dress. I honestly had the hardest time finding one that fit properly... boob job is needed perhaps. Just kidding, kind of. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This morning I set out for a 15 mile run.... fail. I was doing great until mile 8 when I was soo hot and thirsty. It was another 3 miles to the nearest water fountain or to get to my car and my water bottle. I did something I never thought I would do. At mile 9.5 I called my dad to come get me. I was miserable. I was seriously contemplating stealing water from one to these mansions! But then I thought that my outfit wasn't cute enough and my newspaper picture of the girl who stole water from the River Oaks Mansions wouldn't even look good. So my dad came and took me home. </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">"we need water!!"</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">Ughhhhh I wish I just lived here, then I could just walk in and get a drink!</span></td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: small;">The famous corner where I waited for my dad</span></td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I surprisingly didn't care too much. I wasn't in the mood this weekend. I was so thirsty that I couldn't keep going. I have never had that happen. I was almost laughing at how ridiculous this weekend was in terms of planning one way and things turning out another way. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So this afternoon I relaxed and watched Biggest Loser on Hulu with popcorn, cereal, and raisins in a bowl.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I know Anthony will be home soon... Until then I'm being lazy!</span>Ellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07533398473677246961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000388179597757.post-59069803715650565172011-09-23T21:06:00.001-05:002011-09-23T21:08:50.930-05:00Quiet Friday Night & New Goals<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tonight I am alone. Actually this weekend I am alone- Just the pup dogs and me while Anthony is duck hunting at the ranch. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I took the single girl route tonight, meaning a night consisting of a dinner purely of snack foods, a big ass tshirt, a cozy fleece blanket, and girl tv.. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Oh and dog snuggles: </span><br />
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">Fake sleeping! </td></tr>
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<tr><td class="tr-caption" style="text-align: center;">I was hoping Dixie would hear herself snoring!!</td></tr>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I have been thinking a lot tonight about my goals. I am firm believer in writing things down. It helps solidify things.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">- Finish lesson 4 in my online class (boooring)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">- Long run (14-15 miles) not worrying about time or pace</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">- Whole Foods trip to stock the pantry with non-guy food snacks</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">- Work on Personal Statement for med school application</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">- Catch up on laundry</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">- Take a little time to shop and do something fun for me</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><u>Long(er) Term Goals:</u></span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">- Ask both Doctors at the clinic I work at for letters of recommendation</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">- Get applications in before the end of November</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">- Focus on intuitive eating / whole foods</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">- Get good runs in</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">- Be better at working out while working full time</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">- Get Drago adopted</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">After my shirt was ripped I was scooped up by my mom for some nail therapy. I feel a lot better when my nails are polished. It makes me feel more put together. This is why my mom constantly treats me to pretty french manicures on the regular. I brought my new read: Born to Run and relaxed. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> Afterwards I was surprised by Anthony. He had gotten me a new running top and running skirt (two of my favorite things!). Maybe he felt guilty about spending the weekend at the ranch duck hunting. Maybe he felt like I needed a cute outfit for my long run this weekend. Maybe he bought it for himself and then realized it was too small for him... hehe ok that one is a little ridiculous, just kidding!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The top is from Academy's brand BCG. It is so cute, loud, obnoxious, and I can't wait to get it all sweaty! The material is so light! I don't think that I will go unnoticed running in this!! I am impressed with this being an Academy brand top, I like cheap!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It was really sweet of him. I think he got it because we has some weird moments this week. (Today when I brought him his wallet at lunch we had a moment where he made a kind of inappropriate comment)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But I think that is normal for us to have some "off" moments since 1. we have been both working so hard and come home tired and also 2. we have been dating for a long time and really haven't had many "off" moments, maybe we are due for some. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">We have only had one major fight in our entire long dating history. But this week we have had a few moments where we felt "off". I think he is amazing and I would love to spend the rest of my life with him but we shouldn't have moments like the facebook profile ordeal, or get awkward when people bring up marriage around us, and lastly I don't think that Anthony being unhappy at work should be as much as a strain on us.</span>Ellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07533398473677246961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000388179597757.post-87121897678904354522011-09-23T19:21:00.003-05:002011-09-23T19:23:57.125-05:00Impromptu Lunch Date & a Torn Shirt<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">First, I did a 5 mile run this morning at the gym. Wahoo!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Anthony left his wallet at the house this morning and went right on to work without it. This meant I had to go deliver it to him all the way across town. I honestly was totally fine just dropping it off but Anthony had a better idea.. a lunch date! Wahoo. AND better yet: A lunch date at Panera!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I love Panera. I am so obsessed with their soup and bread bowls. You better believe that is what I got: </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I'm gonna be really honest and admit that I actually cried- I loved this shirt. Oh well. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I know it is silly to cry over something like that but I get super sensitive when I am tired. I had spent the entire day listening to one of my friends and helping her because she is going through a hard time, then I was running errands for both Anthony and my mom, doing laundry for Anthony and Michael, taking care of dogs, and cleaning the house. I was pretty much on the brink by the time I picked up Stella. No harsh feelings though, maybe she was just telling me that I need some new shirts ;)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It all began last night on the couch. Anthony was going on the laptop and the internet was opened up to my facebook page. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I was snuggled on him so I said something like "look a picture of us! it's a pretty great profile pic if I may say so!!". Anthony took this entirely the wrong way and thought I was saying that because I was upset that his profile picture is not of us. Neither of us are religious FB users and his picture really hasn't been of us except maybe 2 times. I really don't care. At first it annoyed me that he still had some old girlfriend pics on FB when we first started getting serious but honestly I don't care now because everyone knows we have been together for a long time. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It was really weird how he reacted. I don't understand where the argument came from or why it even arose. It wasn't heated, but definitely uncomfortable. We were completely meaning 2 different things!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I know this was dumb, but we went to bed on weird terms. I hate that. Is facebook seriously a reason to go to sleep mad?! haha </span>Ellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07533398473677246961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000388179597757.post-91090035628683080482011-09-22T07:05:00.000-05:002011-09-22T07:05:57.006-05:00True Life: I'm Clinically Blonde.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Oh yesterday was just another day for the book, the Big Book of Blonde Moments I mean. Yesterday at the clinic I had some moments that only I could have. Anthony loves to laugh at these moments, because in general I am not always there nor am I able to smoothly go through life. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Case one:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I had just finished performing an ultra sound on a patients ankle and explaining to her about Ultrasound treatment. Basically breaking down for her how the ultra sound is a passive modality which sends sound waves into the soft tissue. This causes vibrating and thus heat generation. The heat will induce vasodilation, or better said it will bring blood into the tissue and promote healing, relieve pain, and inflammation. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So I take a short break from the commotion and slip into the Xray dark room (where the xrays are developed). I finish developing and try to exit the room... umm I keep turning on the knob and pushing the door... nothing... crap, I am locked in! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I start to freak out. I do something embarrassing and knock, hoping I will be saved. After a minute or so the door opens, opps... turns out the door opens inward, not outward, I had been pushing on an unlocked door the entire time... yep. Moving on.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Case two:</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The day is coming to a close. I am getting excited to get home. I had been in the middle of putting a very eccentric older man on Hi-Volt and stepped out while he was hooked on the machine. I went over to the laundry in hopes to do all of it then, multitasking so that I could get out earlier. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I grab the Costco style liquid laundry detergent case. I couldn't manage it up on the top self so I attempt to pull it down. FAIL. I managed to get my entire white polo covered with detergent. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Anyways I am off to work... PLEASE let me be a fully functional person today!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Starting the day with a yummy breakfast of Oatmeal and raisins. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Ellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07533398473677246961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000388179597757.post-58192790553882136972011-09-21T07:02:00.000-05:002011-09-21T07:02:36.510-05:00Hump day, hurray!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">This week has flown by. I have had lots of fun patients, lots of hours on my feet, and..... I've run both Monday and Tuesday! Heck yes.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Monday I went straight from work to do a 5 mile treadmill run at the YMCA. I took the time to watch tv and decompress. It put me in such an accomplished mood and I was home by 8pm to snuggle with my man. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tuesday I was also able to run. Again, I went straight from work. (I totally have been changing in my car, yep I've been in my skivvies in the car!) I went to Memorial Park and ran the 3 mile loop at a 8:20 pace. I also saved 2 people from losing their keys. One girl dropped her BMW key so I sprinted it to her and boy was she grateful!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">So I now know that going straight from work to workout has been successful. It helps me keep to a schedule. If I go home then I tend to start to freak out about it getting dark, I might eat too much before I run, or I might say "screw it" and then go lay on the couch with chocolate. (I know, that sounds soo good doesn't it!) I hate that working out takes out time from Anthony and I but I also know that if I don't go workout then I am not in a good mood. I just need to find at least 30 mins for me to get a run in.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The last few days have flown by and I feel like I am getting a little bit of a better hang on my life. I have been doing great with getting homework done at lunch time, keeping up with making the guy's lunches, and have even kept up with my work laundry. No more crazy person breakdowns..ok maybe that's like saying no more breathing, but I will certainly try to keep the sanity!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Anthony and I have been enjoying our evenings together. It's our only time since this weekend he will be back to the ranch for some more hunting. We are getting super annoyed about taking care of Michael's puppy Drago, well Michael's ex-adoptive puppy. I am not cut out to take care of THREE dogs!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br /></span>Ellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07533398473677246961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000388179597757.post-87932445576780902932011-09-18T18:32:00.002-05:002011-09-21T07:07:33.369-05:00Night Out of the City<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">First let me say that my knee is killing me from running 12 miles yesterday. It always does this and I was totally feeling it all Sunday! MUST.ICE.AFTER.RUNS. It helps my bum knee!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Anyways: The time at the ranch was a blast. I drove down to the bay that afternoon to meet Anthony where we watched UT kick some UCLA football booty at the yacht club bar. WAHOO for lil McCoy and the rest of our baby team whooping some butt!!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="background-color: white;"><span class="Apple-style-span" style="color: orange;"> HOOK EM! </span></span></span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">That evening we went over to the ranch for a great time duck hunting. (IN MA NEW WADERS!)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> The first thing we did was go for a ride on the fourwheeler around the property. Andy (one Anthony's best high school friends) brought his girl friend to join the group. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It was really interesting. </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Andy's girlfriend is a very sweet girl who Andy has quickly fallen for. I think she is good for Andy because they share the same interests and have very similar personalities. He is the type of guy that needs to have a girlfriend and I wouldn't be surprised if in the future they will ended up engaged... like after 6 months of dating.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Now I think it's great but I also think that it has hurt Anthony and Andy's relationship. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">She showed up to the ranch in booty cut off jeans, literally her booty cheeks were hanging out from the back. Also she had her stomach showing, full makeup, and flats on- normally, fine but we were out there to fourwheel and duck hunt. The entire time, Andy and her were all over each other, touching, and it was very uncomfortable. What really was weird was that night they went off on their own (fine) but never came back to hangout with the gang and then when Anthony and I entered the room with the bunk beds, Andy and her were fooling around (that's not really acceptable at the ranch, wait no not any place when you are supposed to be there to hangout with friends). </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It makes me sad that Andy has been really neglecting Anthony and his friendship. Anthony constantly invites them everywhere but Andy is always busy with his new girlfriend. When finally get them to come to the ranch, they don't care to socialize. I know it hurts Anthony's feelings because he misses his friend. </span><br />
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Both Michael and Anthony are down at the Ranch. So this morning I woke up, took Drago and Dixie for some fun at the field, and got up the motivation to go on a 12 mile run. </span><div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I drove over to Memorial Park (I know it's only a mile away from home but I do better when I drive and start a the park) and started to stretch. My plan was to run the first 6 miles around the loop trail and then come back to my car for some water and grab the music for the last 6 miles... WELLLL first, Mr. Garmin Watch didn't charge! I started to freak a little, but recovered ;)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">THEN, I thought that I would just make do with my iPhone... until I realized I didn't have my arm band and I didn't have much charge left. DANG IT (my exact words, literally I said that outloud)</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I decided to accept the challenge and I am glad I did. I just ran the full 12 miles on the 3 mile loop (gross: so boring, I know). It was strangely fine. The first 9 miles were great. I didn't stress once about pace or time. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The only complaint was the humidity. I was so sweaty that my face was raw from wiping it with my sports top (again, gross). </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Well the time came and families were lined up, ready to adopt. Then Michael (Anthony's brother/ our roommate) had announced that he wanted to keep the dog. I was a little resistant at first because I didn't think he was ready and plus I wasn't thrilled about THREE dogs living with us, but after some persuasion I said ok.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Since I was one of the head volunteers for Austin Boxer Rescue, I pulled some strings and convinced my friends/ fellow volunteers to let us keep Drago and make exceptions (since families were already lined up). I swore to them that I thought Michael was the best pick, told them this was a great idea, and went through everything in baby-steps for him to adopt Drago.</span><br />
<a href="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhgZ3RPUFSqR4v3N5Wq1T6dsY1GYoFD4Ui9a2mCLYnmfJlZ1ITGNGOtdQuqZeRLuJx0AcRx8_BfHHcN6WXjPvLoER7R8WoO7xHTXiWXpteBGi5LDQ7k9mMQCsHQZJRPnvuN1Bk8-KToc/s1600/IMG_0089.jpg" imageanchor="1" style="clear: right; float: right; margin-bottom: 1em; margin-left: 1em;"><img border="0" height="320" src="https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/img/b/R29vZ2xl/AVvXsEihhgZ3RPUFSqR4v3N5Wq1T6dsY1GYoFD4Ui9a2mCLYnmfJlZ1ITGNGOtdQuqZeRLuJx0AcRx8_BfHHcN6WXjPvLoER7R8WoO7xHTXiWXpteBGi5LDQ7k9mMQCsHQZJRPnvuN1Bk8-KToc/s320/IMG_0089.jpg" width="240" /></a><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">That was about 2 weeks ago.... I find out just now that Michael doesn't think he can keep Drago. NOW he is telling me this after he has gone through the ENTIRE adoption process two weeks ago!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am not thrilled because the responsibility transfers back to me. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Also Michael keeps yelling at Drago, but the puppy is only acting up because he needs attention. He hasn't been exercised and of course he wants to play. It looks like I'll be taking puppy runs soon. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I know that I can't control every situation but I feel bad for both the ABR people that I persuaded saying Michael would be perfect and I feel bad for the families that missed out the first time. Drago is a wonderful puppy and deserves a good home. This pup is fully house trained, kennel trained, never chewed up anything but rawhides, loves to snuggle, and really is a bundle of cuteness. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I did manage to get a run in last night! Wahooo! The park was way more packed than I had imagined. Night time running must be the popular thing, I was happy to partake in that- PARTY AT THE PARK!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I kept my pace at a 8:55 - 9:05 min/mile for the first 3 miles and then slowed it down to a 9:20 pace for the rest. Overall I felt good, except I have to remember NO PEANUT BUTTER BEFORE I RUN- for some reason it really messes my stomach up. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Last night I came home to a huge surprise from Anthony..... Hunting Waders! They will keep me warm when I go hunting on Sunday morning at Halls Bayou. WAHOO. I have been tired of having to borrow them or freeze my booty off. Yay for having the right equipment :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It was so nice of him to surprise me. I love how he picks the right moment to do something special for me. Anthony and I both love the outdoors and I am so happy that we can share some weekends out at the ranch. This weekend I am leaving Saturday as a boys' hunting day and then crashing the man-fest on Sunday so I can play too!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I might not always want to go hunting (sometimes it's Anthony's boy time), but I totally appreciate him taking me into his love of hunting!</span>Ellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07533398473677246961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000388179597757.post-59518826178308841272011-09-15T18:29:00.002-05:002011-09-15T18:33:44.770-05:00I.MUST.GET.MY.BOOTY.IN.ACTION!<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Today at the clinic was great. It was busy and I am really starting to bond with some of the regular patients. Today I was busy developing x-rays, hooking people up on the HI-VOLT muscle stim machines, going through exercises, and constantly moving.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Why am I having such trouble shifting to working full time?!!</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I know Anthony understands how frustrated I am. I feel horrible because it gets me down. He has been really patient about it but I know I need to change this mindset and get in a routine.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tonight is a 6 mile run- Now I am off to get changed and then get my run on!</span></div>Ellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07533398473677246961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000388179597757.post-7907691607674948682011-09-14T07:04:00.001-05:002011-09-14T07:08:40.792-05:00Graston and Muscle Stim, Vitals and EMGs...<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My days have been flying by. I get to work at 7:50 and stay until 7pm. I am loving it but boy am I tired.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I just learned how to do the Graston Technique on patients. I love getting such positive feedback from them about it. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">What is the Graston technique?? It can breakdown adhesions/ scar tissue and can </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">help to stretch connective tissue </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">by using a stainless steel tool. Pressure is applied in the muscle area using the comb-like tool and messaging. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I secretly can't wait to get my own tools to use on all my friends.. I need lots of test subjects!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am loving this job. When I was driving home today I was thinking what a big change it is from college. I can't just skip when I want to, I have to make sure that I am always prepared, and I spend most of my day in that dang building. When I was driving I was thinking, "Am I really in the responsible real world now? Dang I am! Wow I am going the responsible path in life and working a real person job... this is weird"... How did I get here?! I always dreamed I'd be living on a private island with personal assistants, relaxing after college ;)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Well boy was I wrong!!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Anyways last night I managed to get a 4 mile run in. I am trying harder to fit working out in. I realized that I just don't have time in the morning so I will have to make do with night time runs. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Since I got home early yesterday I was even able to make the guys' favorite pasta salad. They love to have it in their lunch: </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">-Veggie Pasta</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">-Garlic Salt (their coworkers are going to LOVE them)</span>Ellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07533398473677246961noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000388179597757.post-49151070606232865612011-09-11T12:01:00.000-05:002011-09-11T12:01:09.759-05:009 Mile Run... alone.<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I had wanted to do 12 miles but the weather was getting hotter and hotter this morning. Since Anthony was gone, I was forced to do the run by myself (something that isn't very fun for me). I don't mind running alone when it's 6 miles or less but 12 miles is a struggle for me to keep enjoying it. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Anthony always sings this song to me when I get tired: (song is to the beat of Flo Rida's song Low- you know the one that's like "apple bottom jeans, boots with the fur...)</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Anthony: <i>Sexy running skirt, shoes with the dirt, all the runners be looking at her, She hits the ground, she runs around, Shawty just go go go go go go go.</i></span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I ended up running at Memorial Park. I let the crowded trails be my entertainment. At 9 miles I was dying of thirst and stopped at my car. I started to stretch and finally decided I lacked the motivation to continue. Instead I called it done!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I was happy with my pace. I started around 9:15 pace and then the last few miles slowed down a bit (it was hot!) </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I hate running in sunny heat. It makes me miserable. Today was one of those days that you run out of dry parts on your tshirt!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I ran in my new favorite running tops, I got it at Marshalls and LOVE IT. It's a Gold's Gym Tank. It has a great material and a light feeling to it. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I don't know how people run in cotton tshirts when it's hot and humid here, yall crazy!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Now something REALLY crazy is the sock tan/ dirt lines that I have.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Dang I look good with white feet... totally joking. :p </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My mom scooped me up saturday morning and took me to get both new running shoes and new shoes for work. SCORE! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I wanted ever pair of shoes at DSW. Can I please win the lottery so that I can make that happen?</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am now OBSESSED with my new running shoes. I took them out for a quick 3 mile run last night and loved how they felt. My pace was awesome last night since </span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I was trying to cram in a run before the football game- HOOK EM HORNS! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I have been home alone this weekend and strangely it has been an awesome little break. Anthony is down with all of this hunting buddies trying to get some dinner! (Duck season has begun, meaning lots of duck for dinner) I got a ton done this weekend and really let myself relax. Last night after my run I came home and got in the comfy-way-too-big UT shirt and snuggled up with the dogs and snack foods to watch the game. Wes and Peter invited me to go watch the game but sometimes it's nice to be able to change the channel when Gilbert frustrates me, and to eat snack food for dinner and not feel guilty! I secretly love to watch football alone too because I get really into it. Sometimes I feel guilty wanting to be alone. It's weird how it can feel sinful to tell everyone that you are just going to veg alone!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I have to admit thought that I was a little sad that I wasn't in the stadium stands last night but heck, no complaints from this girl, I got the lazy boy all to myself!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I was also able to play on the computer while watching the game. I noticed a really cute status that said how nicely dressed the BYU fans were, a much different change! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">SOOO HAPPY THAT THE HORNS BEAT BYU!</span>Ellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07533398473677246961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000388179597757.post-43667150738888881362011-09-09T22:06:00.000-05:002011-09-09T22:06:35.675-05:00Haven Date Night<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Even though Anthony and I have been dating a while, we still make sure we take the time for formal date nights. Tonight we got dressed up and went over to Haven here in Houston.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Haven is an upscale restaurant that uses all seasonal and local ingredients. Everything there is delicious and they are very accommodating to my food allergies. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">But something was off there tonight. Anthony and I have always had a great experience there, except for tonight. The server never came to our table, we were there much longer than we should have and when you are paying $40 per person for a meal then I expect good service. Of course we were very respectful and nice but it really was horrible service tonight</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Anyways Anthony and I had a wonderful night. We talked and enjoyed some us time!! I am loving how our relationship is going now that I am fully moved in. It feels like we are a unit.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">SOOO I have to admit something... the dress I wore to Date Night came from Salvation Army Only $8. Yep, you heard it correctly, EIGHT DOLLARS! Now it's even sweeter when you hear that it's a Haute Hippy dress. See I had to drop some things off at Salvation Army and ended up walking around. I noticed this dress that I love- It has cute little rivets all over it and is a great dark olive green. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Now Anthony is off to Halls Bayou Ranch for opening of Teal Season. Duck hunting wasn't on my agenda this weekend so I am off to watch trashy girl tv alone (in my super unattractive and super comfy pjs) with some cookies and the dogs. :)</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">We don't work on Fridays at the clinic since the doctors are at the NFL and MLB practices. YAY for me. Today is my day off!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;"> I woke up and decided to go a 5 mile run. I ran the first 3 miles at a 8:50 min/mile pace and then the last two miles I jogged and walked. I am sore from working all week!</span><br />
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<span style="font-size: large;">I did manage to get in some workouts this week- I ran 3 miles on Wednesday (see evidence --->) and did a 45 min trail bike ride with ma boy on Thursday! Phew that was tough.</span><br />
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So today something made me smile so hard- One of my sorority sisters sent me a picture of her and our other sister natalie at the football game... well she is wearing the UT dress that I made her! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Also I booked my flight up to Chicago to see the bestie. Yes, please!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ANNNNND I sent out my emails for my letters of recommendation for med school. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ANNNND I ate pizza for lunch (my favorite food in the world).</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">ANNND I totally stayed in bed all day watching tv after my run. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">LASTLY I am getting super cute and going on a date with my man tonight. </span><br />
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<br />Ellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07533398473677246961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000388179597757.post-64435000821944799462011-09-09T10:54:00.001-05:002011-09-09T11:34:52.927-05:00DANG. Work is hard! :)<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Work is hard. Full work days are hard. Growing up is hard! But really, it's good. :)</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I finished my first week of working at the clinic. I was thrown into working right off the bat. I have never been so overwhelmed in my life. Honestly, I came home and couldn't think. Anthony was such a trouper; He took me over to Whole Foods, my favorite, to get me fed. Then took me to my parents to get my pants hemmed, and then he took me home, got me showered, in bed, and rubbed my back until I fell asleep.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It was because I hadn't slept the night before and had woken up sore from the 11 mile run and my allergies going crazy. Tuesday night I was miserable.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I really </span><s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">like</span></s><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"> love my job. It consists of me doing lots of Physical Therapy with our patients before they get adjusted or after they get x-rays. I love meeting all the people, since we are part of the medical team for the Astros and the Texans, we get athletes, lawyers, teachers, stay at home moms, architects, mobsters and basically everything in between. I love medicine. One of the doctors is younger and very into sports (like me!). He has been great about showing me X-rays and letting me sit in on appointments. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am setting a plan: MY MED SCHOOL APPLICATIONS WILL BE DONE THIS TIME NEXT MONTH. That is my goal! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">First let me say that I love dog people!! We met a sweet couple, in their thirties, and shared both a picnic table and lots of stories with. Actually we shared the entire Monday afternoon with them. She was an aggie, he was an LSU fan, they had no kids, loved their dogs, made crude jokes, loved to talk with us about beer and hunting, and were a lot of fun. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I loved how we were able to make friends today. Anthony and I are very social people so we tend to make friends where we go. This couple was a lot of fun and their little boston terrier/ daschund was adorable. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Anyways, tomorrow I start the new internship. Today I frantically went over to my parents house to hem some pants for tomorrow. After my sewing machine messing up (mom came to the rescue), the pants being difficult (mom again helped me slow down and get the pants finished), and me completely butchering a recipe for sugar cookies, my mom sent me home to nap. I have been really nervous and a total mess (my specialty). I am praying that God takes care of me and really shows me the way. I am going to do my best and maybe tomorrow will be the start of something amazing- fingers crossed!! :)</span>Ellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07533398473677246961noreply@blogger.com5tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000388179597757.post-62897924420918508102011-09-05T21:43:00.001-05:002011-09-05T21:43:43.930-05:0011 Mile Run in Fall Weather<div class="separator" style="clear: both; text-align: left;">
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The weather was perfect for a run. I adore fall weather, especially to run in! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I kept a nice pace of 9:45-10:00 min/ mile the entire 11 miles. I was really happy with that today.</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It was great to get out there and complete a long run. It makes me feel so accomplished. Lots of people think it is crazy to do long runs or to enjoy running but I think that the best way to view running is to take the pressure off. I mean, don't be afraid to go a bit slower, don't be afraid to take a small walking break, and don't be afraid to just go (without defining limits). I love my garmin and kept a nice pace but around mile 9 I had to stop my watch and stretch because my knees were hurting. I am so proud of myself that I regrouped and then continued. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">My only complaint was that my knees started to hurt towards the end.</span><br />
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Ellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07533398473677246961noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000388179597757.post-28730157446999038472011-09-04T15:29:00.001-05:002011-09-04T17:49:34.701-05:00Daily Devotional Book- Devotion<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Today's Daily Devotional from my book was about Devotion. Devotion implies faithfulness and loyalty. Daily I feel devoted to my relationship with Anthony, the pups, working out, my sports teams, eating better, and devotion to trying to figure out post-graduation life. Devotion can consume me, yet I am starting to realize that being devoted to things brings some of the greatest rewards in life. It's like the saying that we have heard so many times in our lives: "Those at the top of the mountain didn't fall there". </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I have noticed that being devoted to things has brought my life to such a wonderful place right now and that I have lots to be grateful for. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">1. My relationship with Anthony. I did a class in college about relationships and had learned so many tools. I have noticed that we work so well together, we understand and listen, and we are constantly there for eachother. I can't even believe how long we've been together and I feel so blessed to love/live with my best friend and love of my life. </span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">2. Post-Graduation Life. I am so happy that I have an internship, that I might have a new path in life, and that I am able to live in this new city. I was so worried that I wasn't going to amount to the success that I had in high school and college, but now I am realizing that I have to be easier on myself and take chances. I am very excited about learning more about medicine and using Houston as my home base.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">3. Health. I have been feeling really great about my health. A lot has to do with my eating. I have been trying hard to eat mostly whole, non processed foods. Also in part of being healthy is running</span><span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">. I dreaded running in Houston. Houston might not have as amazing trails as Austin, BUT Houston is rapidly expanding their trails and running culture. I am happy to watch this place grow to a healthier city!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">4. My girl friends and phone calls. Man I miss my sistas! I am still so lucky to have them one phone call away.</span></div>
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">5. Down Time. This sounds silly but I feel so lucky to have such great down time. Whether it is on the couch, on the boat, or around town, I have felt so lucky to have the stress of school off of me for a bit. No tests. No papers. No projects. It has been a nice break!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I am also grateful for the yummy pasta salad that I made for lunch! </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It was delicious!</span>Ellhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07533398473677246961noreply@blogger.com2tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4920000388179597757.post-51896494251020642452011-09-04T08:31:00.002-05:002011-09-04T08:47:38.666-05:00Football & a Mohawk<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Thank you God that Texas beat Rice! I can't even imagine if we had lost. The longhorns won 34-9. In fact all of my family's teams won: Arkansas whopped some major Missouri State booty at 51-7 and Alabama did the same with a 48-7 win over Kent State. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">The game we really were excited to watch was the Oregon vs LSU game. We ordered Buffalo Wild Wings. I made a baked sweet potato instead since I am not a big wing fan, but definitely took advantage of the extra sauce! We all dressed in our school colors.... oh and Anthony decided to buzz a mohawk. </span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Overall we had a blast! My brother and his girlfriend finished off the group. Family, food, football... and a mohawk, what more can you want!</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I wore one of my college gameday skirts that I made a while ago:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">It's game day. The FIRST game day while I am away from Austin. BUT that doesn't mean that I haven't been really obnoxious in burnt orange! </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I even sang the fight song over and over again to anthony this morning in the car.</span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Go Orange, Go White, Go Longhorns, Fight, Fight, Fight! Texas Fight, Texas Fight, Yeah Texas Fight!!!!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Today Anthony went down to the boat while I accompanied my mom on her search for new furniture for her house. It was a long experience. My mom is very picky when it comes to furniture. Me, I could walk into a furniture store and right away have an entire room decorated. But my mom is so detail oriented that sometimes she isn't able to mix things as well. I love to mix things, mix fabrics, mix textures, and play with both old and new things. My mom likes things to be matchy. Therefore I was going crazy trying to help her pick a couch today. As you can see, I sat down for a while and played on the phone:</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">I did find somethings that I liked though. Except the pillows were $200 and the Armoire was $10,000. Soooo needless to say I passed both items up for Anthony and my house!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Tonight Anthony and I are off to watch the game with family and friends... HOOK EM HORNS!</span><br />
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<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Last night Anthony and I were planning to go out dancing and hangout at the bars. WELLLLLL after finding out that none of our friends were going out annnnnd getting sucked into watching the exciting Baylor vs. TCU game, we decided to stay in. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;">Anthony kept true to his man diet of chicken fingers and homemade french fries (the boy is a phenomenal cook and can make anything). I kept it light with a dinner of snacks: crackers, spinach salad, fruit, and jello! We were totally low key! It's great to have nights where we just snack. </span><br />
<span class="Apple-style-span" style="font-size: large;"><br />We snuggled in the living room watching Baylor upset TCU. SHOCKING!! It was such an awesome game! Go Big 12! It got me so pumped for Longhorn football- Hook Em Horns :)</span><br />
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