Monday, March 29, 2010

A Blowout and a Little Bit O' Spring

So I was riding along on the interstate last night after singing in the Wonder of Easter, our church's Easter program, when all of a sudden I started hearing this extremely loud whirring sound. At first I thought a huge truck was about to pass me. But when nothing happened, and the whirring kept getting louder, and then I started to smell burning rubber...I realized something was wrong with my car. Now, remember I was on the interstate, which might as well be the ghetto as far as safety of a girl alone on the side of the road goes. I was freaking out, but I pulled over when I could and opened my door to check out my back tire...and it looked something like this--maybe a little worse:

Um, yeah. So I gimp my way along the side of the interstate, going about 15 mph with my flashers on, until I got to a nearby exit and was able to slowly roll into a gas station in a safe area. I was scared to death that I had messed the rim up by riding on it, but I figured having to buy a new rim would be better than getting kidnapped--or worse--waiting on the side of the interstate at 10 pm.
Anyway--my sweet Dad and Taylor came to the rescue, along with a really nice man who was the manager of the gas station. Who, incidentally, probably thought I had lost my mind. I rolled up in the gas station looking a little scared and somewhat confused, and I think I stared at the guy behind the checkout counter for like 45 seconds before I even said anything. At which point, I realized that I was wearing the sparkly black mu-mu from our Easter program. Actually, it's like a mu-mu on top of a mu-mu. Regular black mu-mu covered by special sparkly black mu-mu. So what I'm sayin' is that I was looking pret-ty cute. Mmmmhm. I'm sure the poor dude thought I was crazy.

Anyway--all is well. The rim turned out to be fine because I had gone so slow, and we got two new tires today to replace the ones that my dad apparently told me two years ago would need replacing. Oopsies. Ah, well, we live and learn.

In other news--spring has sprung, and I've got the itch. The spring itch. I've been moving things around in my house, eyeing places that look a little too bare and are begging for some attention, and putting out as many light, airy, and green things I can get my hand on.

I have been holding onto some bridal credit at Batte Furniture from our wedding, slowly eeking it out a little at a time. I really have enjoyed waiting a while before I used all my credit at various's a great way to be able to fund a rainy day shopping trip! It's all gone now though, except for a big chunk we had left at Batte. But I put a large dent in it today with...drumroll please...............

THIS!! I am so excited about it! I have really been wanting a bench for our bedroom, and I finally found it. It fits our style perfectly, and I really think it looks good in the room. I did some other rearranging in our room as well as the rest of the house--it's amazing what that can do for your house and your psyche! It's really refreshing. We are going to hang this painting over the bench. Lisa, Taylor's mom, painted this and gave it to us the night we got engaged. It's from a picture that was taken of us at Taylor's Old South KA formal our senior year. It's really special to us.

We've had it in our room, but now it has the perfect place to hang. Another new addition is this plate in our kitchen. I was going through my parents' hall closet last week looking for something and found it. It was a wedding gift from my grandmother's old boss, the Vice Chancellor of UMC, to my parents. They had never really used it, and so mom sent it with me to use in our kitchen. My grandmother really loved working at the medical center--that job was very special to her. She passed away just a few months ago, and so it makes me really happy to have this little reminder of her in my kitchen.

I made a few other changes, but I won't bore you with those. I just wanted to share a little of my springy-ness!

Thursday, March 25, 2010

Can't Stop Loving You

So here it is....the one item that I have been lusting after for the last 2 years. And now that it has come out in a shiny, new, beautifully enticing, llimited edition candy apple red...I just don't think that I can hold myself back any longer.

Isn't she beautiful?

Ok, so maybe I shouldn't take it so far as to personify the mixer, but I mean come on, it really is beautiful, as far as mixers go. It's the newest edition of the KitchenAid mixer, and it's kind of a throwback to the 50s and 60s in its aesthetics.

We didn't get a stand mixer as a wedding gift, so I will confess, I have been coveting one ever since. I walk into the Williams Sonoma store sometimes when I'm in the area, just to drool over them. I imagine all the cakes I'll bake, tarts I'll whisk out of the oven effortlessly in the my cute pink apron (I don't have one of those, that's just what I'm wearing in my head--HA!), pasta I will amazingly whip up from scratch with the (hundred dollar, mind you) pasta attachment that I feel sure I will not acquire for QUITE some get my drift. Then I walk out of the store and the poor ladies who work there have to mop my drool off the floor.

ANYWAY....all of that to say, I have saved up about 2/3 of the cost of the mixer so far! (Cash for gold. No, seriously. Ask me if you want to hear about it!) And these mixers ain't cheap. But, in my defense, I have asked several of my friends' parents about theirs, and they mentioned that they either got them as wedding gifts or soon after getting married, and that they work well to this day. Which equals about thirty years or so. Totally worth it, in my opinion. I don't mind paying for something that's a little bit expensive if I know I'll get years (decades!) worth of use out of it.

So--I need about $100 more dollars. Any suggestions for how to make a quick hundred bucks??

Tuesday, March 23, 2010

A Misconception?

I’m baaaaack!

Took a little hiatus there, for a time. I was stressed to the max with our national clinical board exam (which I passed by the way—woohoo!) and a brain-exhausting marathon’s worth of cramming my appointment books slap full untiI I forgot that the world doesn’t revolve around treatment plans and teeth.


I think now that spring has (finally) sprung, I’m ready to slow down a bit and smell the roses. I bought a beautiful Easter lily the other day, at Kroger actually, and it is making my living room smell delicious!

Speaking of delicious…I made a cake on Sunday for my brother-in-law’s sweet girlfriend, Caroline. And I must say….it was probably the ugliest cake I’ve ever seen. Truly. But mmmmm was it good. Apparently I should have put parchment paper or something in the round pans before I poured the batter in? I used Pam, but I guess that wasn’t good enough. Oh gosh, not to mention the first batch of icing I made…it was a total disaster. Thankfully one of my best friends is a pastry chef. That certainly has its perks!

Ok, so I have a random question/comment/statement. Lately my thoughts keep being drawn to this topic. Here it is: do people who go to small Christian colleges like Mississippi College think that Ole Miss people are pretty much all drunk partyers?

I don’t know why I keep thinking this—I just hope that it is not the case. I know that there is a difference in the two schools, obviously. But for the most part, we are all Mississippians. We’re really not that different. I guess—ok, here’s the thing for me. Sometimes I feel like I need to censor myself when I am around people who went to one of these smaller colleges so they won’t think something negative of me—which is no good. But the funny thing is, I don’t ever (ok, hardly ever) curse, I never use vulgar humor or jokes, and my actions are pretty much the same around all types of people—I drink rarely and sparingly, in moderation, I like to have good clean fun, and I always want to do my best to represent Christ, my family, and my values to the best of my ability. So what am I even censoring? But here’s the thing--when I went to college, I met lots of different types of people. People who don’t necessarily share my values, or who may have a different lifestyle than I have. What I learned there is that I am called to love all kinds of people! Christ didn’t pursue or love some people less than others because their lifestyle was less acceptable. He actually hung out with those people a lot more! I don’t make it my purpose to be judgmental of any type of person or their choices. I just want them to know the kind of person that I am, Who and what I stand for, that I love and accept them, and that Christ’s offer is extended to everyone should they choose to follow him.

All of that to say—and I know a couple of you who read this blog went to a small Christian college—I just want to make sure that there isn’t a generalized negative connotation about people who go to large state universities. Let me know what you think!

Just had to get that off the proverbial chest.

Taylor and I decked out in traffic-stopping green on Saturday for the Jackson St. Paddy’s Day parade (which is the 2nd largest in the nation by the way!!! After Chicago. They dye their river green…I mean, come on, if we had a river, we’d put them to SHAME with how green it would be)—and we had a BLAST! If you’ve never been, I highly recommend it. I brought home lots of beads for next year’s Mardi Gras parties! I’ll post pics soon. Til then, ta-ta!