Monday, August 29, 2011

Where in the world is… me?

Some days I wonder where I belong. Figuratively, but also literally. Figuratively: where do I fit in? What am I supposed to be doing? I am a nurse, and I love that. I love doing what I do, caring for people in their most vulnerable times, and making a difference in people’s lives. But do I belong in oncology? Or do I switch to ICU, the NICU, or an office? Grad school? I just don’t know. And literally: where do I go from here? My work contract and my apartment lease are both up this month. Coincidence? I’m really a free agent. Do I stay in Omaha, or do I try travel nursing for a while? Do I move somewhere new and different? I'm trying to figure it out.

Lately it seems like all my friends are figuring their lives out. They’re getting married, expanding their families, and moving fun and new places. Where does that leave me? It lets me live vicariously through them—and let me tell you, I really do enjoy that! But I still need to figure out me. Figure out where to plant my feet and let my roots grow.
These are (seemingly) huge life questions, and ultimately they’re up to me. But if you know me, you know I’m not good at decisions such as these. I’m thinking maybe I’ll put all my options on a slip of paper and draw one out of a hat. Or spin a wheel.
Legitimate means of making a decision? Maybe not.

Where do my roots belong?
Stay tuned for an update and I'll let you know what's next....

random picture, i know.
but i'm intrigued by the new mushrooms growing outside of my apartment each morning.

Wednesday, August 17, 2011

Movin' On Up

When I moved into this apartment, I didn't really think it would become home. But three years later, that's just what it has become. 

My roommate Molly has been a permanent fixture in my life for the past three years. Coming home to her every day has been a blessing, and I can't help but admit a little jealousy that Dave will get this for many years to come. Molly knows how to make me laugh, she knows what foods I like, and she knows how to get me to the gym. I truly couldn't have asked for a better roommate to transition me into my "big girl" life.

So as I'm packing up all my belongings and trying to figure out where they'll be in two weeks, I want to thank you Molly, for being such a wonderful roommate. Thank you for being you. And thank you for helping me be me.

Tuesday, August 16, 2011

Two Become One

As wedding season comes to a close, the weddings-to-be-attended list is dwindling. At least for this year. I think my bank account is secretly happy about this.

Steve and Michelle, both of whom I know from our years at Creighton, got married in Minnesota. It was a beautiful wedding of two beautiful people.

As always, it was ah-mazing to have a good majority of my college friends in once place again. They traveled from all across the country to attend, and it was another memorable weekend.

I didn't capture a lot of the decor, but here are some of the highlights of the weekend.

The wedding ceremony at the Basilica


The Reception, at a country club somewhere in the Twin City-ish area


I caught Miche's bouquet, and here's what ensued.
If you know Mikey, I'm sure you can create your own captions...

As you can probably guess, it started with "WHOA! WHAT? NO!"
and ended with him giving the bouquet to a little girl who was walking past.

And this is how the night ended. A definite success.

Congrats to Michelle and Steve.
Thank you for a memorable weekend,
and wishing you all the best in your marriage!

Wednesday, August 10, 2011

The Fruits of Labor

As the Nebraska summer carries on, we are left with blazing heat and tortuous humidity. And vegetables fresh out of the garden.

We have enjoyed many meals with these fresh ingredients, and there are many more to come.

Compared with produce bought from the grocery store, these flavors are richer and the textures more varied. The shelf-life isn't as long with these, but it leaves me with peace of mind knowing they aren't filled with chemicals and preservatives.

I hope your gardens are just as fruitful (uh, vegetable-ful?).

Monday, August 8, 2011

Cupcake Delivery

Between four days in Florida and four in Minnesota, I worked 40 hours and baked 3 dozen cupcakes... in a 3-day period.

Who needs sleep anyway?

A friend asked me a couple weeks ago if I'd make cupcakes for a meeting she was hosting. Absolutely! She didn't have any flavor or decor requests, so she got my favorites. I boxed them up real cute and delivered them. At 6am. I'm so glad someone else has as weird of hours as me. No wonder my bedtime is 9:30pm.

But despite the time crunch and the early delivery, they still got rave reviews.

"Hey Amy! Just wanted to let you know that your cupcakes were a HUGE hit!! Everyone loved them!! Their fav flavor was the pink lemonade!! ... Next time I'll have to order more.  Since there weren't leftovers my poor husband didn't get one."

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