Christmas has now come and gone. I have turned another year older and a new year approaches. Although thirty is quickly becoming blurred in the distance, I hope that the remainder of my thirties will be as exciting and memorable as the first few years. I honestly think that the best is yet to come. Therefore I am encouraged, excited and very hopeful about a new year.


It has been a blast seeing old friends and visiting with my family. I am pretty sure that I am a little more plump after eating all the good food, especially the homemade chocolate birthday cake that I have come to anticipate every year. This year I had three assistants to help me blow out my candles. I certainly hope they are still around if I live to see 90. Anyway, a little extra spit never hurt anyone. We are all family, right? It was fun watching the kids open their presents.
It was even more fun watching them have a blast digging in the dirt while a house full of new toys was only a few feet away. My favorite gift this year, besides being home, my Billy Joel's greatest hits CD. Look out Lionel, you have competition. We have now given my brother the "number one dad" title as he helped Laurel sew a pretty pink purse out of yarn and foam. Mom and dad thought it would be a great idea to buy the boys these huge (I mean huge) remote controlled trucks. I think the adults had more fun than the kids, but it scared Mason and he ran every time it cranked up. I had my trunk open getting something out of it which turned out to be a great hiding place from the "shruck".


My mom, dad, aunt and I began cleaning out my grandfather and grandmother's house. I was a little sad because it reinforced reality that both of my grandparents were gone. We laughed a lot though as we were reminded of great memories. It almost felt like an invasion of privacy as we went through every little piece of paper, box, bag, clothes, etc. I couldn't help but smile at all of the clippings. My grandmother clipped out everything from recipes, to home remedies, to advice columns. She jotted random notes down, prayer requests, dates, phone numbers and addresses. I found medical terms, definitions and abbreviations from where my grandmother was studying to be a nurse technician. We found old letters, hair nets...lots of hair nets, pantie hose and girdles. Clothes, jewelry, handkerchiefs, hats, blankets and the "purry" perfume. The latter was a little unexpected but made us all laugh. No I would not expect to find anything that my grandparents would have been ashamed of. They were both God fearing people who lived as wonderful examples of what a Christian should be. It did prompt a thought in my head. If I suddenly departed this earth and my family was left to rummage through my things would they learn something about me they never knew? Would they view my belongings as garbage or charitable donations? Would they know what things I cherished and valued? Would they find anything that would shock them? Would they keep anything or simply just throw it away? Something to think about, huh? Perhaps we should live life and keep our households in such order that if someone had to come behind us and clean out our houses after we die, we would not be ashamed of what they would find.



Met up with old roommates from PRCC and USM, along with other friends Monday night and had a great time catching up on old times. My friend Stephenie dropped by the house in Prentiss on her way to Hattiesburg and it was great to finally visit with her after several years. Headed to Montgomery to ring in the New Year with Seana. I will definitely be sure to eat my black eyed peas and cabbage...I wouldn't shun luck or money. Hope everyone has a great New Year. Don't forget to look for blessings and little miracles that occur every day around us!

"There's no place like home"

So, I have finished my assignment in Pinehurst, NC. As I pulled away from my condo early Saturday morning Lynard serenaded me with Sweet Home Alabama. I smiled hearing "carry me home to see my kin." I thought I would be a little more sad leaving but surprisingly I wasn't. The hardest part was leaving the great friends that I made while living there. I was fortunate to have worked with a great group of people, which made the assignment bearable.



My drive was uneventful, thank goodness. No, I didn't have the pleasure of viewing the inside of the Ruby Tuesday's fridge with about 30 other strangers as a tornado passed over our heads. I did laugh as I passed and saw the sign though. I stopped in Charlotte for a visit and brunch with my friend Amy. Next, it was Montgomery, AL to stay with my friend Seana. We had some Mexican food and then had fun crashing her brother's Christmas party. Okay, so we were invited. After going to church with Seana and her family, I continued south to Mobile. I went to my storage and unloaded all the things that I would not need. I think I heard my car give a sigh of relief when I removed the heavy stuff. I met up with my friend Wendy and we headed to the Bass Pro shop to get some final gifts. Okay, this store is huge and has a little bit of everything. It made me want to become an outdoor sportsman. I do have my eye on a kayak...of course then I will need a rack on my car. After leaving the madness we went to have some Thai food at one of our favorite restaurants and met up with our friend Jon. The next day was spent running errands, followed by lunch at Callahan's with Dewayne, Wendy, and Jon. I still say they make the best hamburgers.



I finally started my drive to Mississippi but not before stopping to visit with my friend, Heather in Hattiesburg. She was in town from Virginia with her family. It was nice to visit with her and meet her children. Finally, I arrived home and to good home cooking. I can't wait for the holidays and seeing more of my friends and family. Hard to believe I am about to turn another year older. Mom was right...the older you get, the faster it goes. I hope everyone has a very Merry Christmas.

Pull Out the Ruby Reds and Start Clicking

Just as the geese that frequently woke me early in the morning as they hit the pond have flown further south for the winter, I will follow their lead and head south as well. The count down has begun. I have one week of work left and then I head home!! I have grown to enjoy my nice little condo on the golf course, although I never swung a club myself. My sidewalk is always swept and the lawn is cut with precision and well manicured. There is always an endless supply of men walking and driving their golf carts right along my balcony (granted some of them look one step away from a hip replacement). I have even helped a few of them locate their golf balls that were hit a little off course. I don't even get bothered any more when I get stuck behind a golf cart and I find it amusing that there are stop lights for golf cart crossing. Pretty much, this town is one big, or several, golf courses surrounded by homes. Yes, I will miss this place.

There is no doubt that God may have placed me here initially for one reason, but I am certain it was to help me discover a few things. I am reminded of two quotes. One says -Life can only be understood backwards, but it must be lived forward. The other states -You gain strength, courage, and confidence by every experience in which you really stop to look fear in the face. You are able to say to yourself, "I lived through this. I can take the next thing that comes along."

So what's next. Of course I don't know. When have I ever had a solid plan? My hope is to find an assignment locally near my family and then find a permanent job near Mobile. Who knows where I will end up. One thing is for sure though...it will be the south!

For these things I am thankful...

I just returned from home and I can't wait to go back. It was wonderful seeing my family for Thanksgiving. When we are all there, it is total chaos and very noisy. You know how your ears ring after you leave a concert because it was so loud...that's how it was after all the kids left. I wouldn't have it any other way though. Our newest addition to the family, Cole Baby (as Mason referred to him), has grown so much since I last saw him 4 months ago. I tried my culinary skills and baked a new recipe, Pumpkin Rum Pie. Mom agreed to buy all of the ingredients except for the rum. It turned out pretty good with only two attempts needed to make Praline Pecans for the topping. My sister baked a pumpkin cheesecake pie and mom baked her ever famous pecan pie. We had our first official Richmond bake off. I think mom won by default since she is the head chef of our family.


My nephews had a blast helping me make a pie crust and a mini pumpkin pie. I let them play with the left over dough and it kept them entertained for hours. They rolled it out and used cookie cutters over and over again. They were especially proud of their very own pie. We all enjoyed wonderful food and fellowship. It was easy to remember that I had a lot to be thankful for. I got to visit with some old friends who were in town and even had a girl that I was on the dance team with in junior college sitting behind me on one of my flights. It is a small world indeed.

The count down has begun. Three weeks left to go. Although I went into this assignment not enjoying the job, I am leaving with a different opinion. I will miss my co-workers that I have grown to respect and now consider great friends. That is one thing about traveling that never gets old...meeting new people. I hate that I started tennis and guitar lessons so late in this assignment. I am having a blast doing both and I am reminded of all the things that I truly enjoy and have neglected for the past few months. I am currently learning and hope to be able to play Alabama's Anthem..."Sweet Home Alabama" on my guitar by the time I return home.



Can't wait to visit with everyone soon. I hope you all have a Merry Christmas and a very Happy New Year!!



I am including my newest recipe. Give it a try.

PUMPKIN RUM PIE

1 (9-inch) premade pie shell
1 (15 oz.) can unsweetened pumpkin puree
3 large eggs, at room temperature
1 cup firmly packed light brown sugar
2 tablespoons unsalted butter, melted and cooled
2 1/2 cups heavy cream, divided
1/3 cup sour cream
1 1/2 teaspoons of ground cinnamon
1 1/2 teaspoons of ground ginger
pinch ground cloves
pinch ground nutmeg
pinch salt
2 tablespoons dark rum
2 teaspoons vanilla extract
1/4 cup confectioner's sugar
1/4 cup Praline Pecans, recipe follows

Preheat oven to 375 degrees. Partially bake the pie shell, according to the package directions. In large bowl using electric mixer, whisk pumpkin puree, eggs, brown sugar, melted butter, 1 1/2 cup heavy cream, sour cream, cinnamon, ginger, cloves, nutmeg, salt, rum, and vanilla. Pour into pie shell. Bake for 10 minutes and then reduce the oven temperature to 300 degrees. Continue baking for 35-45 minutes. Cool to room temperature and refrigerate until ready to serve.
With the whisk attachment of an electric mixer, whip the remaining cup of heavy cream on high speed until the cream starts to froth. Gradually add the confectioner's sugar and whip on high until the cream stands in peaks. Either spoon or pipe the whipped cream around the edges of the pie and garnish with Praline Pecans.

PRALINE PECANS
2 tablespoons butter or margarine
1/4 cup firmly packed dark brown sugar
1/2 cup chopped pecans

In a small skillet melt the butter and sugar over medium heat. Add the pecans, stirring until bubbly, about 5 minutes. Remove from the heat and pour onto aluminum foil. When the pecans are cool, crumble into small pieces an sprinkle on top of the whipped cream.

Want to audition?

I will be holding auditions soon for my new band. After only two guitar lessons, I have decided that I will be going on tour soon. Okay, so I am not that great, yet. I have a long ways to go but I have already decided to upgrade my guitar. That's right, I am about to own two guitars. So if anyone needs a guitar let me know. I can now play most of the C major chords and I am currently working on my strumming skills. As with most things, it is a lot harder than it looks.

Started tennis, again. Our coach assures us that in four weeks we will be ready for Wimbledon. We will just have to work on sponsors so that we will be dressed for the part. I am playing with 7 other women and they are a lot of fun. Went bowling with some co-workers last week and won the first game with 140 points. It was downhill for me after that. I don't think I will be working bowling into my tour or tennis schedule.

The trees are slowly losing their leaves but have been beautiful to look at. I went for a walk one day and took some pictures of the golf course. The weather has been great and has inspired me to get out and run more.

This past weekend I went to Charlotte for a "girls weekend". Friday night me and Amy stayed up and talked for a while just catching up. I was exhausted after what should have been about a two hour trip turned into a four and half hour trip. Talk about God watching over you. I left work later than I had intended on Friday. I was right outside of Monroe, NC when I came upon a wreck. There were only three other cars in front of me. So for two and a half hours I watched numerous firemen, paramedics and police take care of this wreck. It was like having a front row seat but with a nauseating feeling after seeing what was left of the car and knowing that whoever was in that car was either dead or in critical condition. I couldn't help but think, "thank goodness I had to stay and do that evaluation." Saturday we went to this great store that had so many unique gifts. I could have stayed there for hours. Next it was on to pottery. We went to Art Space and painted pottery. I guess we were both a little amibitous as it ended up taking over 3 hours to complete. I can't wait to see the finished product. We shopped a little more, watched a movie and then went out to a trendy Tapas restaurant. Out waiter, who is orginally from South America, assured us that we were indeed pronouncing the menu items correctly but "just a little slow". Anyway, the meal was delicous. Next we headed to this little pub for some Celtic music. Being the novice guitar player that I am, I found myself analyzing the musicians strumming techniques. After a game of shuffle board and feeling way to old to be there, we called it a night. Thanks Amy for a great weekend. I had a blast.



I am looking forward and counting down the days until I go home for Thanksgiving. I can't wait to see my family and friends. I am constantly reminded how truly blessed I am with a wonderful family and awesome friends. A special Happy Birthday to DAD. I love you!!

My friends that are close to me and truly know me will understand why I chose the following recipe to include on my blog. Girls, if I were there, you would all be getting some brownies. Thanks for being great friends!!!

CRACK BROWNIES

50 caramels
1/3 cup evaporated milk
1 package German chocolate cake mix
3/4 cup melted butter
1/3 cup evaporated milk (yes another 1/3 cup)
2 cups milk chocolate chips

Preheat oven to 350 degrees. In heavy saucepan, combine carmels and 1/3 cup evaporated milk. Cook over low heat stirring constantly, until caramels are melted. Grease and flour 9X13 baking dish. In large mixing bowl, combine dry cake mix, melted butter, and the other 1/3 cup evaporated milk. Stir by hand until the dough holds together. Divide dough in half and press first half of dough into prepared baking dish. Bake at 350 degrees for 8 to 9 minutes. Remove from oven and sprinkle chocolate chips over baked crust. Pour caramel mixture over the chocolate chips. Crumble the other half of the dough over the caramel layer. Return to oven and bake for 20 minutes. Remove and cool for 15 minutes and then cut into squares.

Purple Puffs, Six Strings, and Going Home

Wow, has it been that long since I blogged? Apparently it has. I suppose that I have been preoccupied here in my little resort town of Pinehurst, NC. I have extended my assignment until December now. Although I have been surprised by how much I have enjoyed working here and contemplating the possibility of living in NC, I am eagerly waiting to go home to visit with my family and friends.

I suppose my latest new thing would be crossing off an item from my "bucket list". I have a new baby. She is red and black and occasionally if strummed the right way makes a beautiful sound. Yes, I am learning to play the guitar. My feeble attempts to teach myself have left me unmotivated. So next week I start my first guitar lesson. Who knows, maybe I will become a rock star. Yeah...unlikely I know, but at least it will keep me entertained for now. What else? After a very long hiatus from tennis, I will also begin adult tennis lessons this week with a group of ladies at at local tennis club. I guess this week is a good time to start new things. Hum...oh yeah. Halloween. I wasn't sure if I was going to top Richard Simmons last year but this year was equally as fun. I went as a bath sponge, loofah, puff ball...what ever you want to call it. Anyway, it provided laughter for many of my patients, which was great to see.



I know the big question is where to after North Carolina. I frequently shoot prayers to the Big Guy upstairs requesting directions. I keep hoping one day I will turn on my GPS system and it will tell me where to go. I have asked for an assignment close to home. We will see what is available in January. Hope everyone is doing well. Congrats to Angele and Wendy as they are both expecting. I'm thinking GIRLS this time.

RECIPES!!!!
I have been on a cooking kick lately for various reasons and have discovered some healthy and easy recipes. I have decided to start sharing some of my favorites. Enjoy!!!

BARBECUE PORK CHOPS

1 cup barbecue-flavored potato chips(about 1 oz.)
6 boneless pork loin chops, 1/2 inch thick (about 1 1/2 lb)
1/2 cup Original Bisquick mix
1 tablespoon canola or soybean oil
1 egg, beaten
3/4 cup barbecue sauce
2 tablespoons barbecue sauce

Place potato chips in 1 gallon re-seal plastic food-storage bag; crush with rolling pin. Add Bisquick mix to chips; mix well.
In small shallow dish, mix egg mixture, then shake in bag to coat with Bisquick mixture.
In 12 inch nonstick skillet, heat oil over medium-low heat. Cook pork chops in oil 15to 18 minutes, turning once, until golden brown on outside and no longer pink in center. Serve with 3/4 cup barbecue.

Updating

I know it has been a while, but I am in the process of updating my blog.

Endings and New Beginnings.

Well I have finally settled into my new digs and started my new assignment. I enjoyed my month off as it sped by quickly. The birth of my nephew was a highlight. I even got to visit with some family members that I have not seen in a while. Unfortunately the circumstance that created this mini reunion was the passing of my grandfather. He died at the young age of 93, just a few months shy of 94. I can picture him entering the gates of heaven with a shuffled gait and pursed lips whistling the whole way. I would like to think that once he passed through the gates he was high stepping and singing as he celebrated his reunion with Grandmother and his family. He will be greatly missed.

I am enjoying living on one of the Pinehurst golf courses in Pinehurst, NC. It is whole different world here. I have yet to encounter a bad section of town. The houses are nice and well manicured and the people are super sweet. Khaki shorts and a polo shirt are all that are required to fit in. The speed limit is 35 and they mean it. After scanning the local paper, the worst crime committed in Moore County was improper equipment. It is definitely a resort town and quite the opposit from my experience in Baltimore. It is so nice to sit on my deck and the watch the golfers and not hear a single siren, bus, horn or person yelling. The village or city center is quaint with shops, pubs and boutiques. I love it. Hopefully the assignment will go well.

A final note. Have already started my adventures. Went with Charlie this weekend to Charlotte. We met up with some of his friends and tail gated before we went to a pre-season NFL game between the Panthers and Redskins. If you watched the game, you know it was a disappointment but fun none the less. More to come...

Baby, Blues and Driving

I have been enjoying my vacation from work. I drove away with Baltimore in my rear view mirror and stopped in Raleigh, North Carolina to pick up Charlie (who would be my co-pilot for my trip home). Our first stop was in Montgomery, AL where we visited with my friend Seana. Next we headed to Mississippi and stopped in Meridian for a visit with my brother and his family. Little did Charlie know that he would have to play barbies and candy land. My niece is very persistent and would not take no for an answer. She would later reveal that Charlie was not a good "barbie boy" which Charlie found great comfort in. Next we headed to Prentiss and took the one minute tour through town before heading to my parent's house. We visited with my granddad the next day and then went fishing at my granddad's lake. Unfortunately I lost our mini fishing tournament by 1 fish but none-the-less we had fun. It was soon time to move on with New Orleans being our destination. Since Charlie had never done the "touristy" thing in NO, I decided to show him the city. Hurricanes at Pat O's with a little dueling piano music, beignets and coffee at Cafe du monde (complete with powdered sugar everywhere), blues and jazz music, the french market...yep, we were your typical tourist. We also visited the Aquarium and the Imax theater, which pales in comparison to the Baltimore Aquarium and our experience there. Charlie hopped a plane back to NC and I continued my travels. Next it was to Mobile for a quick visit with friends. Me and Wendy had a belated birthday celebration with Chris at one of our favorite restaurants,Pappa's. We required no menus as we all get the same thing every time we go...steak. I always find this comical being as it is an Italian restaurant. Next it was time for girls weekend with 3 of my best friends from grad school. This wasn't our typical weekend though because the center of our attention was 2 toddlers. What fun it was to watch them play. We all had a great time. I then left there and headed to Bay St. Louis for my junior college class reunion. My first two years of college were a blast and it was so much fun to visit with everyone and relive those memories. Are you tired yet? No. Good, because I am not done. A little sleep deprived from the weekend festivities, I knew I had to find some energy because I was about to hang out with two of my favorite but very active little men...my nephews. They have one volume-loud and one speed-fast. Unfortunately my visit was cut short but for a good reason. I was about to add yet another man to my life. Christopher Cole Richmond made his arrival on July 28, 2008. My brother became a proud papa again. We were all very excited because we were certain that it would be girl since my brother already had a little girl and the Richmond name would end with him. He is beautiful and his big sister just adores him. She constantly wants to hold him, hug him and give him kisses. Obviously jealousy has not set in yet. I can't wait to return and play with Cole. I am now packing for a trip to Florida. I am so excited about relaxing on the beach. No news about my next assignment. I am enjoying myself so much that I am not worried...yet.

Four Score and Seven Years Ago...

I could not sit still for my last weekend in Maryland. So what did I do? I left...and headed to Pennsylvania. Charlie drove up and accompanied me across the Mason Dixon line to Gettysburg National Military Park. Once again I was reminded how I learned what I needed to know about history to make a good grade in school but never truly retained the information. I suppose now I have a greater appreciation for the history of our nation and as a result it has much more meaning to me. I was disappointed that the Gettysburg Cyclorama Painting was being restored and would not be open until September. We managed to drive through the 6,000 acre park listening to our self-guided audio tour and stopped for some of the 1,328 monuments and memorials that are placed all along the route. It was hot and we got to see some of America's finest families. By America's finest, I mean red-neck. We were taken back in time to July 1, 1863 when the Union attempted to hold off the Confederate advance at McPherson Ridge. We ended our tour on July 4, 1863 at High Water Mark, where the climatic end of the war took place with Lee and his soldiers retreating back to Virginia. It was amazing to think that we stood in the exact location where the largest battle ever fought in the U.S. took place and also where so many casualties occurred. Of course we learned tons of little tid-bits of information along the way and even ran into some soldiers. Ghosts? Nope. Just a group of men from across the U.S. who have a passion for teaching others about the war. We even met a cute little elderly man (who of course I connected with) and learned that he had four ancestors that fought in the war. We completed our day with a brief tour of the Gettysburg National Cemetery and stood in the spot where it is believed that Lincoln delivered that famous speech we all know as the Gettysburg Address. I really enjoyed our day and was once again satisfied that I got to experience another piece of history.

So now I have one week left in Baltimore before I head home. I am ready for a vacation but I suddenly feel sad about leaving the city. While I know that I could never live in the city for the rest of my life, it has been fun. I've mention before the hustle and bustle of the city and how I enjoy watching it on my way to work. I have even become fond of the homeless guy on the corner having an in depth conversation with himself. I will miss my afternoon runs to the harbor and running up and down the steps at Federal Hill. I will not miss the traffic or the endless sirens which have become unnoticed background noise. I am looking forward to seeing my family and friends, meeting my new niece or nephew, or relaxing!

Fireworks, Crypts, History and Portraits

It has been a while since I have written, so I will have to reach back into my memory to recount all that I have done. Working in a Jewish hospital, I have really learned about the culture associated with the Jewish faith and it fascinates me. I decided to visit the Jewish Museum to expand my knowledge. I made some Matzo Ball soup (which I really like), and headed to the museum. I learned about local Jewish history, their traditions, and their immigration experience. I took tours of two synogoues, one which was built in 1845 (one of the oldest synogogues in the U.S.) and the other built in 1876. The older of the two has a matzo oven, a mikvah (for ritual baths), and a classroom where the first Hebrew school got its start.

The 4th of July was questionable with the threat of looming rain. The plan was to sit in our lawn chairs, enjoy some wine and a picnic and listen to the Baltimore Symphony Orchestra while fireworks exploded in the sky. Not a drop had fallen from the sky all day until we arrived at Oregon Ridge. Then it started, forcing me and my friends to partake of our picnic inside the car. Not wanting to be defeated by the rain, we grabbed our gear and joined the large crowd of people hidden underneath their umbrellas and ponchos. The rain did eventually stop momentarily and the orchestra played all the traditional patriotic songs. Fireworks were coordinated nicely with "Stars and Stripes Forever". Despite the rain, we had a great time. (Thanks Carolyn and Kimberly for the invite. Kimberly the food was great!!!)

Saturday I attended a photography class on how to take portraits. Photography has become a passion of mine and I want to learn as much as possible. My hope is that one day changing the shutter speed, exposure, etc. will become second nature to me and that possibly it will be a side job. The class was very informative as we learned how to measure exposure, select backgrounds,and pose people to achieve the perfect portrait. I also learned that I need a lot of money to buy all the equipment that I will need to run a business. I sure didn't pick a cheap hobby. The class was held at Brookside Gardens and I decided to walk around after the class and explore. The garden encompasses 50 acres surrounding conservatories, growing greenhouses, a Labyrinth and multiple gardens. It had rained that morning leaving the landscape lush and green. I also visited the butterfly exhibit. Upon entering the conservatory, I was suddenly surrounded by beautiful butterflies. They were every where. Occasionally one would land on my shirt and snag a ride along the paths. There was an Asian moth up on the ceiling that was massive (its wing span a little less than a foot). I felt very whimsical walking through the exhibit.

Sunday, I toured the Baltimore Basicila, America's first cathedral. It was the first cathedral built in America after the adoption of the Constitution. Construction started in 1806 and rivaled the Capitol in size and sophistication. It wasn't the dark, ornate cathedral that I expected, but as the docent explained to me, the Catholic people had worshiped underground up until this time because the British denied this freedom. They didn't want anything that resembled the dark, gothic architecture in Europe during the Dark Ages. As a result, the cathedral is bright, with clear glass and natural light illuminating the building. It was restored and renovated beginning in 2004. It is absolutely beautiful. You can't help but feel holy. The crypts underneath the cathedral were even more impressive. The arches and floors made of red brick hold the tombs of some of the great giants of catholicism. I am glad that I visited this historic site. It made me reflect on my faith and reminded me that religion is a freedom.

Two weeks and counting. I am looking forward to coming home for a visit!

How ya doin' Hon?

Now that I have spent some time in Baltimore, I am learning more about its history. Apparently there is a whole dialect referred to as "Balmerese" which originates from the 1960's. Baltimore was pronounced "Balmer" and many words such as wash were pronounced with an additional "r" and sounded like "warsh". If you will think back to movies like Hairspray and Cry Baby which were based on Baltimore, you will recall beehive hairdos, spandex and a lot of blue eyeshadow. This past weekend, I felt as if I had taken a ride in a time machine to that era. Charlie and I attended Hon Fest. Hon is a "Balmer" term of endearment, short for honey, and Hon Fest is a festival dedicated to honoring the historic working women in Baltimore during the 1960's. Pretty much anything that appears tacky is appropriate. We saw foot tall beehives, gold spandex, leopard prints, curlers, big belts and earrings and heard the words "Hey Hon" resonating throughout the street. While the festival was a bit over-rated in my opinion, it was worth satisfying my curiosity.

Charlie and I also visited another vineyard out in the country. It was quaint, with good wine and a colorful host. In a brief 30 minutes, we knew pretty much her whole history. We left the vineyard and drove on back roads not knowing where we were going but enjoying the beautiful scenery. Maryland really is a pretty state once you get away from the sky scrapers. I have really enjoyed my time in the big city. I love driving to work in the mornings and observing the hustle and bustle of men and women walking to work. Men are in suits carrying their brief cases and the women are in their dresses and tennis shoes just destined to end up in the back of a magazine on the "don't" list of how to dress. An occasional homeless person is sitting in a window seal asleep, oblivious to new day surrounding them. Oh yes, the constant sirens, horns honking, yelling, trains...these things are just background noises to me now. In the city, you pass people from every walk of life. The stench of urine hits your nose well before you see the homeless guy sitting at the bus stop. The site of yellow tape surrounding a crime scene viewed from my apartment window makes me uneasy but none-the-less, I refused to be held hostage because of fear. It would appear that I will have a little longer to enjoy or be annoyed by these things. I will be extending a few extra weeks before I take a very needed month off. I am looking forward to seeing family and friends and eagerly waiting the birth of my new niece or nephew.

Gurlz Weekend

Four beautiful women roaming around a big city, exploring and dining out...No, not a scene from the new Sex and The City movie featuring Samantha, Carrie, Charlotte or Miranda. Three of my friends-Wendy, Seana and Angele-flew up last weekend. It was nice to see some familiar faces. It always amazes me how we can be apart for so long and pick right back up where we left off. Everyone had arrived by early Friday. After lunch overlooking the harbor, we walked around Fells Point admiring the cute dresses and clothes but knowing that none of us were going to lay down $300-400 to buy them. A few souvenirs were purchased and we returned to my apartment to relax. We headed to Little Italy for some authentic Italian food. Our waiter had to warm up to us and by the end of the night kept us all entertained. I couldn't tell if he was interested in us getting our fiber or wanting a bigger tip as he kept pushing for us all to get salads. "You do not want your greens?" He was very insightful with his many quotes such as, "Life is not always about hot dogs and hamburgers." I am being sarcastic of course. Friday night we ended up playing card games until we had to go to sleep.

Conveniently located near my apartment and still in our pajamas, we got coffee and donuts from Dunkin Donuts Saturday morning. Not moving to quickly, we finally headed out the door and shopped a little in Hamden, the neighborhood where the movie Hairspray was filmed. We then drove a little north of Baltimore to Basignani Vineyard. The drive was beautiful with rolling hills and cute stone cottages, a big change from the city. The tasting room was quaint and dusty. I get the whole vintage look but seriously. How about dusting? This would not be the best place for someone with allergies. We enjoyed sampling wine and had a picnic on the grounds. Even in the shade it was somewhat hot but tolerable. After resting up, we headed to the inner harbor to take in the sights, by that I mean people watching. We started out with dinner outside until a quick lightening storm decided to sneak up. We retreated inside and left when it appeared to be clear. Besides battling the hole in the air mattress, the weekend fun and relaxing for all. The girls got a dose of what I see and deal with on a daily basis living in the city. It was fun having a girls weekend and I hope we get to do it again soon. Thanks for visiting girls!!!

Big Hats, Black Eyed Susan's, and Betting

I can officially mark another thing off my list. Charlie and I, along with over 100,000 other people, attended the middle jewel of the triple crown-Preakness. We have all viewed the "Pomp and Circumstance" that surrounds The Derby, Preakness, and Belmont as the TV portrays it. Ladies with fancy hats, flowers neatly woven and placed on the winning horse, and owners and their families celebrating after a win. I finally had my chance to see this in person. But I would get to see so much more...

Charlie and I took public transportation to the race to avoid a parking nightmare. We rode the Light Rail and then caught a shuttle bus to the track. There were a few other ladies in their sundresses and hats, but the majority of the people on the bus were college students heading for the infield. I had been warned about the infield from people at work but nothing would fully prepare me. From the loud conversations and the beer bong being passed from the front to the back of the bus, it was obvious that they had all been drinking for a while. The girl in front of us was slightly lit, and looked at us and asked, "Are you going to Preakness? I really need to pee!" We would all soon realized just how bad she had to pee. As we exited the bus and shuffled along with the crowd, we saw that same girl barely squatting behind the bus stop. Should I mention that the bus stop shield is clear and she might as well have been standing out in the middle of the road. Big mistake on her part. Two cops watched this unfold and I am sure that she now has a pretty hefty ticket in her hand or she enjoyed a view from a jail cell. This would be the prelude for what was to come.

The Pimlico race track is pretty much surrounded by projects and the local people were opportunist and knew how to make a buck. You could pay $50 dollars to park in their "secure locations" or pay one of the many young boys or girls with shopping carts to push your coolers, chairs, and cases of beer to the infield entrance as it was quite a walk from there to where the shuttle buses dropped us off. Loud drunk people, traffic, and then PETA protesting the race...it was crazy. We unfortunately had to enter with the infield crowd to make it to our seats at the "top of the stretch". As we exited the tunnel into the infield I was shocked. Drunk, college students everywhere. Idiots running across the tops of the portolettes while being pelted with beers cans. People passing out and stumbling as they walked. My nerves where on edge until we reached our nice secluded section. I had a "black eyed susan", the official drink of preakness. We sat back and took it all in. We had a great view of the race track and I learned a lot about how to make a bet from the people around us. They take this betting seriously. One guy had print outs of stats while another group was discussing their strategy. I will have to admit, it made the races a lot more fun when you had some money riding on it. Charlie and I were not excessive with our betting, which is good since we did not win. Probably more fun than anything was watching the emergency crews drive in front of our stands with the numersous drunk people as everyone sang "na na na, na na na, hey hey, good bye". The weather was beautiful and possibly we were a part of history, provided Big Brown wins Belmont. It was a lot a fun and I am so glad I finally got to wear my big hat to a race. But just like that time I went to Talladega...I have done it once and I am now completely satisfied that I don't have to do it again. Go Big Brown!!!!

Um excuse me...Don't be alarmed, but there is a shark behind you!

It has been a long time since I have had a sleep over in which I brought my sleeping bag and pillow and stayed up all night talking. Okay, so maybe I didn't stay up talking but every time I woke to change positions, I would catch something out of the corner of my eye and be reminded that I was not alone. Possibly that was because I was sleeping in a room with a large tank full of patrolling sharks. My good friend Charlie drove up to join me and about 30-40 other people for a shark sleepover. We arrived at the Baltimore Aquarium around 5:30 on Friday night. We met with our tour guide, Al, who has been working at the aquarium for 25 years. We were then treated to one of my favorite meals, lasagna and cheese cake. After shopping for my ornament we headed over to the dolphin show where we had reserved front row seating. That was great if you didn't mind being in the "splash zone". After enjoying the dolphin show we all divided up into smaller groups with our tour guides and got to see the aquarium from an insider's perspective. Al provided us with many fun facts about the aquarium as we meandered through restricted halls and stairwells. We got to see where they prepare the food to feed the animals in the entire aquarium. They actually have recipes posted on the wall for each group of animals. We also saw the labs and veterinarian rooms where they treat the animals and also do necropsies. We saw where they receive the sharks and also guide them into the water. We walked along the cat walk just a few feet above the sharks careful not to drop anything into the water. I couldn't help but hear "dunah, dunah, dunah" (my impression of jaws). We were then treated to the new 4-D Immersion Theater. It was so realistic you felt like the waves were spraying water into your face. Literally! You never knew what to expect. From mist on your face, to wind, to the feeling that something is nibbling at your ankles while you watch rats scurry across the screen. It was a lot of fun. By this time, the aquarium had closed and we had free reign to it all. Al guided us along each exhibit and gave interesting tidbits about the fish and animals. We got to learn about what goes on behind the scenes. One of my favorite things was going into the rain forest. With minimal light, Al had to guide us with a flash light. Of course this was not so that we could see. This was so he could spot the massive toads along the way and avoid stepping on them. Little frogs are cute, but if I every came across one of these two pound plus toads in my yard, I would definitely scream and run. We had snack to tie us over until morning and also got to do a craft project. We learned about how they catch and track sharks and also why surfers are often targets. I will definitely always remember "yum yum yellow". Apparently, sharks like the color yellow. No yellow bathing suit for me. We then gathered up our sleeping bags, changed into our pajamas and headed to where we would be sleeping for the night. The floor wasn't that bad...a little hard but totally worth it to lay back and watch these sharks slowly glide past us. Sometimes you felt like they stopped and looked at you as if to say, "you look yummy". I woke up early and made Charlie get up with me. We headed down for coffee and breakfast. Others soon joined us. We finished off the morning visiting the dolphins and touring the frog exhibit. After playing a quick round of shark jeopardy between the three groups (which "Al's Pals" won) we were dismissed. What an awesome night. As Charlie and I walked backed to my condo, a little dishevelled with our sleeping bags and pillows, I couldn't help but wonder if the people we passed thought we were homeless. I do know one thing. If you carry your own sleeping bag and pillow on the streets, no one asks you for change. Hum...something to remember.


As if our weekend could not get any better, it did. We went to Canton Square and walked around the artsy area before dining at Nacho Mamas. Now when you think Mexican, I am sure that the last thing that comes to mind are velvet Elvis' and hubcaps. But that was the decor and the food was delicious. I particularly like the use of the hubcaps for a plate or to sip your margaritas from. After eating only a small portion of the gargantuan meals they serve, it was time for some ROLLER DERBY!! Just like it used to be on TV with women on roller skates knocking each other down. From their tacky outfits to their names like Flo Shizzle and Cindy LopHer, it was so much fun. I found myself rooting for the Junkyard Dolls and waiting for a close-line, an elbow or for a domino effect fall. By the time Charlie and I had figured out the rules, it was all over. I may be a new fan. Sunday we had brunch at my new favorite Irish pub. Doesn't have a pub feel at all. It is actually on old bank that they converted into a restaurant. It is very beautiful and full of history. We walked down to the harbor and enjoyed the sun shine and endless people watching.


Yes, I am still enjoying the city life. The traffic is not that bad and neither are the people. Work is very busy but makes the time pass quickly. I can't wait for more adventures. Hopefully will make it to Preakness. I have always wanted to wear a big hat and sip mimosas. Oh, and there is that whole placing a bet on a horse. Will keep you posted.

Bells, Boxing and Birds

I have accomplished quite a bit since I last blogged. I am very settled into my surroundings and I am truly enjoying myself. Last weekend I found myself visiting a friend in North Carolina. I attended a wedding in which I knew neither the bride nor the groom but I truly enjoyed the play by play break down and critique of the events of the service described by all the people at our table. Let's just say I learned what not to do for a wedding. I also visited the Maryland Museum of Art which has a display of photography through the years. I really enjoyed that.


Springtime weather and a very short walk, made it very appealing to attend an Orioles game. Unfortunately, the Orioles are not that great but it did make it easy to get great seats. With our over-sized, bright orange Orioles shirts donned, Carolyn and I found our seats and quickly became more entertained with the vendors and their sales tactics than the game itself. What a great stadium though. After stalking the Orioles mascot and taking some quick pics, we decided to leave with the masses and head back home...strength in numbers!!


Friday, after a very long work week, I found myself outside enjoying the sunshine with several co-workers and listening to a band. Being the maw-maw that I am, I soon retired for the night in anticipation of my weekend trip. Carolyn, a fellow traveler, and I loaded up and headed to Philadelphia, PA to visit my friend Jon. Our trusty tour guide lead us through the streets of Philadelphia. Imagine our delight of course when we unexpectedly were able to enjoy a protest to free Mumia (spoken sarcastically). Apparently, back in 1982, Mumia, a PA journalist who exposed police violence against against minority communities was unjustly convicted and sentenced to death row for murdering a police officer. An appeal for retrial was recently rejected even though there is supposedly new forensic evidence and a recantation from an eye witness proving his innocence. So, anyway, crowds of people marched down the street and chanted things like "brick by brick, wall by wall, free Mumia..." I guess everyone has a cause they feel compelled to support. Moving right along, we found ourselves at Independence Hall where the Declaration of Independence and the US Constitution were signed. Also from that very spot, the Liberty Bell rang out in 1776 summonsing the citizens of Philadelphia to hear the first public reading of the Declaration of Independence. I think I expected some great big wonderful moment when I would lay eyes on the Liberty Bell, but no. It was just a big bell with a crack.


We continued our exploration of the city on foot passing Hillary and Obama supporters. As the saying goes, "when in Rome..." Well, when in Philly, you must eat a Philly Cheesesteak Sandwich. I will have to admit that it was really good because I was starving at that moment, but otherwise, I was not too impressed. Apparently, if you are a serious connoisseur, cheeze wiz is your topping of choice. Because I love sharing my knowledge, you must know that the Philly Steak Sandwich originated back in 1930 after two store owners grew tired of hot dogs, bought some beef, sliced it up and cooked it with onions. Now I am sure that this smelled wonderful and a local cab driver smelled the aromas, came in and offered to buy it. After eating the sandwich he said, "you should sell this". It wasn't until much later, that cheese would be added. And the rest they say is history.


After experiencing the diversity of South Street, it was time to head to the Philadelphia Museum of Art to personally recreate the inspiring stair workout once performed by Rocky. Being in the superb and awesome shape that I am in (little embellishment there), I ran to top and proceeded to dance around at the top. Anywhere else, I think this would have been considered odd, but here not so much. After a nice walk along the river, we returned to Jon's for a rest break before checking out the night life. Sunday morning found us scarfing down breakfast at a very popular local restaurant before we got back on the road and headed back to the hood. With it raining and being very tired from our weekend of festivities, I welcomed a nap on my couch knowing that the next day would find me right back at work. I do love the weekends. Thanks to Jon for being a gracious host and a most excellent barrista boy!

Star Spangled Banners, Beer and Bar-B-Que

I completed my first week at Sinai Hospital in Baltimore. If my first week is any indication of how the next 12 weeks are going to be, I am in for an experience. After being stuck in traffic near DC, I arrived to my condo after hours. Key arrangements had been made. However, the security guard that was suppose to let me in and give me my keys was no where to be found. Hovering like a stalker, I waited for someone to walk out of the building so that I could get in. I eventually found the security guard and finally made it into my condo. I ventured out to get some groceries. This was no easy task. After circling the block, I finally found a parking place and had to test my parallel parking skills. The next morning I walked to the 7-11 for some coffee, but not before being approached by a homeless man. After he did not get the picture and kept walking with me, I finally told him to leave me alone. He responded, "I'm harmless, I'm homeless, but harmless." He would not be the last homeless person I encountered. I walked to the inner harbor and grabbed some brochures about the city. Then I drove my route to the hospital.

Monday and Tuesday were spent in orientation. It was here that I learned about the Jewish hospital that I would be working in. My biggest concern...not messing up my patient's Kosher diet. I listened as all of the Jewish holidays were described and learned how certain rituals that occur during these holidays could affect delivery of care. For example, Sukkot, the Feast of Booths and harvest festival. It celebrates the time the Israelites used booths in the desert. It lasts for 8 days with the middle four days considered "working holidays" in which Jews are not allowed to write, use electricity, etc. They would not be able to sign consent forms during these times. Patients who could walk, would also have to eat at least one meal in the lavish tent that is erected during this time. We also learned about major gangs in the area and that we are to notify security immediately if a member enters the hospital. I was scared to ask how I would identify these people. We were told not to leave lipstick on cups and leave them in our cars, as women are frequently targets. (Dad, don't let mom read that part). What had I gotten myself into?

The job itself is great. It is a large hospital, so I am on my feet and busy. Just the other day, the doctor robot passed me. Yes, that is correct. They have a robot with a flat screen as the head which displays the doctor's face. The doctor controls it from his office and it moves down the hall into patient's rooms just as if it were a person. Now if that freaked me out that much just going down the hall, image if you were a patient and it rolled into your room. I also find myself frequently singing Adam Sandler's song, "Put on your yamaka, it's time for Hanukkah" when I pass nurses and doctors wearing their yamakas. I will eat in the Cafe Shalom one day, a separate kitchen and cafeteria created only for preparing Kosher foods. Needless to say, I am definitely being exposed to another culture.


Living in downtown Baltimore, while scary at times, also has its advantages. I am close to everything. In case anyone was wondering what Lou Diamond Philips has been doing to pass time since Labamba...he is now performing as the character King Arthur in Camelot. Just across the street is the Hippodrome Theater where I plan to see many more plays in the future. I have already found a running buddy, a fellow traveler, who ventured out with me this weekend. Our first adventure-Fort McHenry. It was here in 1814 that an attack and capture of Baltimore by the British troops was prevented and Francis Scott Key was inspired to write the song we all know as "The Star Spangled Banner." Just a side note...it was first written as a poem and titled "the Defense of Fort McHenry." The fort never came under fire again but was used during the Civil War to house prisoners. It would also later serve as a hospital for veterans during WWII. So from now on when you sing the Star Spangled Banner, you can imagine Francis Scott Key viewing the flag still flying at dawn from Fort McHenry, realizing they were triumphant and being so moved by the defenders of our country, wrote a song. After learning about history, it was time for the Beer, Bourbon and Bar-B-Que festival. Local Breweries and breweries from across the country met up and paired their favorite beers and bourbon with Bar-B-Que. Of course, I had to sample the "Jewbilation" beer offered at one tent. It was fun and offered me the chance to check out the locals. After feeling claustrophobic from the growing crowds, we decided to head home and check out the city on foot. We climbed up Charles Street to the Washington Monument, the country's first major architectural memorial to George Washington. Yes, this was created before DC's monument but designed by the same guy. Baltimore really is a beautiful city. The architecture is unique and spring blooming all around just accentuates the details. As we walked away from the Mount Vernon district which is nice, clean and quiet we were quickly reminded of our side of town. Ah, the frequent sound of sirens, buses, and the occasional yelling match on the street resonated. We were home at last.

Family Vacation in the Smoky Mountains

I survived. No, I am not referring to the recent experience with a tornado. I am referring to our family vacation in Pigeon Forge. Anyone with small children knows that traveling with a five, four and two year old can be unpredictable. Upon arriving to our very plush cabin, we quickly dispersed and staked claim to our rooms. We all had our own bedrooms and bathroom. What a change for me. When we all get together, it is usually sofa city for me. After making an extensive grocery list, me and my brothers performed a quick marathon run and filled our shopping cart in record time. I felt like we were on that grocery store game show. Of course basketball was playing in the background as we visited with each other. I tried my skills shooting pool. Needless to say, I did not win the pool tournament. Saturday morning I woke up early, made some coffee and walked out onto the deck to watch the sun rise. Mom and dad soon joined me for what would be our last moment of serenity for the next few days.

We somehow managed to all get ready and loaded up into the cars. Our goal was to see the Smoky Mountains and some waterfalls. So maybe I misread and the short hike that I had planned turned out to be a little longer. Never mind that it was a gorgeous day and the scenery on the way to the waterfall was beautiful. And so what if the waterfall was not as spectacular as I had hoped it would be. It was still beautiful. Besides, it's all about family and being together, right? Wrong. Apparently I had not prepared them enough and lugging their children on their shoulders was not as fun for them (which I lugged part of the way for the record). After eating in Gatlinburg, everyone was chipper again. We returned to the cabin for nap time. This was the perfect time for the ladies to go shopping. Of course, I did not receive the shopping gene that the rest of my family did, so I just followed along. Being the excellent cook that he is, my brother-in-law prepared a delicious fish fry for us. We all relaxed the rest of the evening, eagerly anticipating the Easter Bunny's arrival. While my niece and nephew were concerned that the Easter Bunny would not be able to find them, we reassured them he would. I pretended to spot the Easter Bunny hopping down the hill which backfired on me and scared my niece. Apparently she likes to wake up to find baskets and presents, but is not so excited about who delivers them.

Luckily the Easter Bunny did find us and left goodies for everyone. We would all see the effects of chocolate very soon. After playing a little while, we all got dressed and went to church to meet some of our relatives that live near Pigeon Forge. After church, we all met back at the cabin for lunch. Since the men had their turn babysitting the night before, the ladies loaded up with the children and headed back to the Smoky's. We drove on Cade's Cove Loop, an 11 mile one way loop road where history and nature truly do meet. This land was initially inhabited by the Cherokee Indians until the first white settlers started to arrive in the early 1800's. Along the way we viewed old homesteads, churches and barns dating back to late 1800's. It was not hard to find an open field full of turkeys and deer. It was more difficult however, for my niece and nephew to share the binoculars. We started our drive back riding along the river. The scenery was beautiful. It looked so peaceful. I wish I could have said the same for inside the car. Nestled between my niece and my 2 year old nephew, with my five year nephew behind me, I began to reach my breaking point. Between Laurel telling a princess story, Matthew singing a song, and Mason making roaring bear noises all at the same time, my patience had grown thin. I consider myself a patient person, but 3 hours in car with those three was not only my yearly dose of birth control, it would last for several years. I wouldn't trade those moments for anything in the world though. Monday morning we woke up to find snow! As we packed and cleaned, the flakes got bigger and bigger. It was gorgeous driving back down the through the mountains with fresh blanket of snow falling. One last adventure before heading home. We took back roads home in order to find Bald River falls. Again, the scenery was amazing. It reminded me of Oregon and made me realize once again how much I love the mountains. We had a great time together but as always it didn't seem long enough.

Heading to Maryland soon. Hopefully will have more adventures to share!!!

Toto...we're not in Kansas anymore!!!

I am all for adventure and sometimes I even ask for it. But this time I may have gotten more than I wanted. I completed my assignment in North Carolina and packed up the last of my things and headed for home this past Saturday. My dad had already warned me about the approaching storms and to be alert. I had not been driving in Georgia very long when the sky turned dark, the wind picked up and it started raining. I quickly found a local radio station and tuned into the weather. Unfortunately, it meant nothing to me as I had no idea where I was. All I knew was that the voice on the radio gave this warning..."If you are in the following counties...You are under a tornado warning. Please seek shelter immediately. If you are driving, find the nearest low-lying ditch." Panic set in. I pulled off at the next exit and went into a gas station. It was confirmed. I was in one of those counties. So I got back in my car quickly trying to figure out what to do. It was then that I heard the sirens. A tornado was coming. I drove over to a Starbucks but they had just locked their doors. As I scanned the street, all I saw were businesses with lots of windows. It began to rain and hail and the wind picked up more. I couldn't stay in my car. I looked up the hill and like a bright shining light, I saw a Ruby Tuesday's. Now I don't typically frequent chain restaurants but I was not picky at this point. As the hostess opened the door and welcomed me, I quickly stated that I was not there for food but for shelter. With a smile, he said, "that's okay...just wait it out at the bar." My heart is racing but I am glad to be inside. No sooner than I had sat down, the manager comes around and requests that all guest follow him. We walked in a single file line through the kitchen, into the fridge and on into the freezer. So here I am, my whole body shaking partly because I was freezing in my short sleeve shirt and partly because I was scared to death. Would this be my demise? Dying in a freezer, shoulder to shoulder with a bunch of strangers. And if I did make, would my car which contains everything I own, survive. The lights begin to flicker. This wind gets stronger. You can hear the hail hitting the roof. And then the lights go off. Just as if we were at a concert, cell phones began to illuminate the fridge. The Ruby Tuesday worker to my right states in a true redneck fashion, "If this roof blows off, I am smoking a cigarrete." I am not a smoker myself, but I think I would have joined her. The couple in front of me are hugging as the lady behing them states, "I wish I had a man". After stating that I am just passing through and don't even know where I am, the lady to my left is rubbing my shoulder saying, "just breathe honey, just breathe." Another worker in the back asks if there is any liquor stored in the fridge. After 25 frightening minutes, we were released out of the fridge and all paused momentarily by the ovens to warm up. We had survived. I learned that I was in Commerce, Georgia. I quickly made friends with the workers and they took me in under their wings like a momma bird. The manager, Anthony, gave me weather updates and told me to "stay put" as there were more storms coming from the exact direction that I was heading. Bob, the hostess, checked out my car for me and reported that there was no damage. The electricity finally came back on. Knowing that I was not going anywhere any time soon, I needed a drink to calm down. I then order some food. After about 4 hours, I was given the go ahead by my new friends that it was safe to get back on the road. I think they should consider the new slogan, "come for the shelter, stay for the food." So I clicked my nikes together and soon I was home. All I can say is, "only me".

Why so Blue?

The count down has begun. With only two weeks left, I am trying to pack in all the sight seeing that I can. With little convincing, me and a friend headed west for the Blue Ridge Mountains, or as the people like to call it in these parts, the high country. It was so nice to be back on top of mountains looking down at the beautiful scenery. I stayed in Blowing Rock, North Carolina. It is a cute little town with a village like feel. The main street is lined with stone churches and quaint shops. I discovered that off the beaten path, there are hiking trails leading to waterfalls. The descent into Johns River Gorge is a little deceiving until you are hiking back up it. Let's just say the legs and glutes got a workout. What a peaceful hike though as you follow along the river listening to water rush over rocks. I went in the shops, but as usual, I didn't purchase much because that is one more thing that has to come back with me. The night ended with a fabulous meal at an uppity local restaurant called Twigs. The duck that I ordered melted in my mouth.

Sunday was a beautiful day with perfect weather. After a large breakfast, it was on to Blowing Rock, a cliff overhanging Johns River Gorge 3000 ft below. Indian legend has it that a Chickasaw chieftan hid his daughter at Blowing Rock to avoid admiration from the white man. She fell in love with a Cherokee. One day the sky turned red and the brave Cherokee leaped from the rock into the wilderness below as this was a sign of trouble which commanded his return to the plains. The maiden prayed daily to the Great Spirit to return her lover and one night with the sky red once again, the wind blew her lover back into her arms. From that day on, a perpetual wind has blown up onto the rock from the valley below. For many, this was an explanation for the mysterious winds to cause snow to fall upside down. Now who doesn't enjoy a good love story? Yeah, yeah, yeah...anyway, the view was great from the top.

Next it was on to Grandfather Mountain, the highest peak in the Blue Ridge Mountains. Pioneers named it so because it resembles an old man looking into the sky, but it also accurately reveals it's age which is estimated to be more than a billion years old. It has been singled out by the United Nations as a member of the international network of Biosphere Reserves, is 1 of 482 Biosphere Reserves in the world, and the only privately owned biosphere in the world. Now if you are like me and are left wondering what the heck does that mean, let me explain and put a wrinkle in your brain. Grandfather Mountain has global ecological significance and is protected from development, has a history of scientific research, and provides public education. The mountain supports 66 rare and endangered species and as many as 200 species of birds have been found here. I was able to see cougars and even one bear that decided to come out of hibernation early. I particularly enjoyed the Mile High Swinging Bridge, the highest suspension footbridge in America and was glad that it was not too windy that day. However, not having adequate wind made it difficult for the parachute army men to really take flight off the side of the mountain. Not my idea but fun nonetheless. The panoramic view of the Blue Ridge Mountains was great. Ah...a definite "go God" moment. Although not looking forward to driving back to Rocky Mount, somehow it didn't seem all that bad knowing I only have two weeks left!

Outer Banks

So after a long hiatus, I finally got back on my horse and set out to find unchartered territory. This time I had a travel buddy. One of my best friends, Seana, joined me for the journey. After picking Seana up from the airport, we met a friend in Raleigh and had dinner at a great little restaurant downtown. Saturday, we headed for the Outer Banks of North Carolina, or as the locals like to display on their back windshield, OBX. I never even knew these islands existed until I moved to North Carolina. Stretching 107 miles from the Virgina border to Ocracoke Island, most of the land is protected by national preserves and state parks. Human life traces back to aboriginal times, but many of the early settlers were shipwreck survivors that swam to shore and decided to stay. These stormy banks were very appealing because of their access to fish.

Our first stop was the Wright Brother's National Memorial, taking my mind back to elementary school and history class. We were standing in the very spot where aviation began. Although history books designate Kitty Hawk as the place where the first flight occurred, it actually happened in Kill Devil Hills, just south of Kitty Hawk. Kitty Hawk was just the nearest settlement. We climbed to the top of the 90ft Kill Devil Hill, from which the Wright Brother's made the first controlled flight. The views from the top were pretty amazing as we had a panoramic view of the ocean and the sound waters. We also viewed the numbered stones marking the 4 flights on Dec. 17, 1903.

We grabbed a quick lunch and continued north to the end of the island. We stopped in Duck, which was named after all the ducks that frequented the area. This was my favorite place by far. Until 1984 Duck was the end of the line until N.C. 12 was paved all the way to Corolla. Perhaps this is why this town of 500 residents still has the semblance of an old beach village but now with a little more posh. We stopped at the waterfront shops and stretched our legs. We continued on to Corolla. Until 1985, this remote stretch of beach was accessible to only property owners and guests. Unfortunately, we did not plan ahead nor were we aware of the wild mustangs that inhabit the area. You are only able to view them by venturing out on an ATV. We did stop and see the Currituck Beach Lighthouse. While most lighthouses were painted different patterns to help the sailors differentiate them from the sea, this lighthouse was left unpainted leaving beautiful red brick. It is the only natural red brick lighthouse on the east coast and still flashes 17 sec off, 3 sec on to warn sailors of shallow waters. We decided to head to Nag's Head and check into our hotel. Any guesses on how it got it's name? Story has it that the locals would hang burning lanterns around horse's necks and allow them to walk on the beaches. The bobbling lanterns, to the eyes of sailors, would look like boats at the harbor. Lured to a non existent harbor, the boats would wreck and the locals would practice their own form of piracy. True or not, I like it. We took a little rest break and had dinner at an odd little piano bar. The food was good and arrived with an interesting presentation. We called it a night. There is nothing better than going to sleep to the sound of the ocean.

Sunday was a beautiful day. After playing on the beach for a little while, we headed to Jockey's Ridge State Park. It has the largest living sand dune on the east coast. The dunes are 140 ft above the ocean and the sound. Tempting as it was, I resisted the urge to roll down the dunes in fear that I might reinjure my hand. I was also itching to go hang gliding. I talked to one of the guys that gives lessons and I will definetely consider going back for a thrill. We navigated south to the Cape Hatteras National SeaShore and found Bodie Island Lighthouse. It has tons of character with its black and white horizontal stripes. Noticing some dark clouds rolling in and seeing some rain drops, we decided to start heading back but not before stopping on Roanoke Island. Yep, the very island that was home to the first English settlement in North America. It was a quaint, little, Elizabethan-style village. By the time we ate and strolled through the shops, the rain was coming down. We took that as our sign to head back to Rocky Mount. I thoroughly enjoyed my visit with Seana and I am excited that I got to see another part of the country that I had not seen before. I would love to return and see all of the things that we did not have time to experience.

Just to update you all, I was discharged from my doctor and also from therapy. My hand is on the mend. Now the work is up to me. I hope to return to tennis soon!!

Chapped Cheeks, Majestic Columns, and Important Documents

Wow! I just spent three chilly nights in our nation's capital, Washington, DC. The drive up was short, compared to other drives I have made before. I got lost for a little while in Georgetown trying to locate my hotel, but I finally noticed the very small sign and settled in for the night. Saturday morning I meandered down Pennsylvania avenue and met up with David Luria, a professional photographer, for a half day lesson on how to best portray Washington in photographs. He took me to several of the famous monuments and memorials and critiqued my photos after he had provided some instruction. With a growing interest in photography, this was my favorite thing that I did the whole weekend. Since I did this at the beginning of my first day, I was able to practice all my new skills for the remaining time in DC. As David stated, "There are no bad cameras...only bad photographers."

So what did I see? I started off with the White House and it's high iron fence and snipers on the roof. I walked around and viewed it from the front and back. Not as impressive as I thought it would be to view, but impressive to think of all the former presidents that once occupied it, starting with John Adams. Since I did not request a pass from my senator or house representative in advance, I was not able to tour the White House. So, I settled for the visitor center which serves as a museum. After grabbing lunch at Union Station, which is beautiful and remarkable, I headed toward the capital. As I approached this iconic American symbol, I imagined what it must be like as our national legislators gather together and represent our democratic form of government. Did you know that there are electric subway cars that connect parts of the building or that no other building in DC can rise above the Capital Dome? Standing on the steps of the Capital, I had a grand view of the National Mall. With the hard to miss Washington Monument as my guide, I headed down toward the Lincoln Memorial. I stopped first at the World War II Memorial, the city's newest memorial. This had a little more meaning to me as I had just listened to stories last week from one of my patients as he recalled events of the war. He fought on the front lines and survived, but he watched many of his fellow soldiers die. Next, I saw the Korean War Memorial. This very realistic representation of the servicemen cautiously walking through the marshes, makes you feel like you are joining them for their dangerous mission. Next, I moved onto the Vietnam Veteran's Memorial. As I walked along the wall amidst other people, there was not a sound. Many were searching for family members names. What a powerful wall. I also found the Three Servicemen Statue and the Vietnam Women's Memorial to be very moving. Finally, I reached the end of the mall and the Lincoln Memorial. Reading "Four Score and Seven Years Ago..." etched into the wall, I couldn't help but feel as if Lincoln himself was watching me. His statue is so life like. I as walked down the memorial steps, I couldn't help but think of Martin Luther King, Jr delivering his "I have a dream..." speech from those very steps on which I stood. Now facing east, the view of the Washington Monument and the Capital was spectacular. Feeling quite satisfied with what I had seen, and feeling quite tired from all of my walking, I headed to Georgetown for some dinner. The streets were hoppin' with people everywhere. There are tons of shops and restaurants. It was all I could do to eat and go get in bed.

Sunday was spent at a more leisurely pace. With temperatures in the teens and the wind whipping, I decided it was time to conquer the subway system. I will have to admit this terrified me. Do I need to stay on this one or get on blue line...or was that the orange line...maybe it's the green line. Which direction am I going? Needless to say, I quickly figured it out, with the help of some locals. I traveled all over the city and stayed warmed. My first stop was the National Archives. Who would have thought I would have such an emotional experience looking at three of America's most cherished documents. While nearly faded and almost unreadable, the Declaration of Independence, the U.S. Constitution, and the Bill of Rights were stirring. The emotion that I felt looking at those documents was nothing compared to what I was about to experience at the U.S. Holocaust Memorial Museum. Seeing the graphic images of brutality and death, and thinking about how some of the victims had no idea of their approaching fate, was draining. I then hopped the metro and went to Arlington National Cemetery. Walking past the endless rows of headstones, you realize as you read them how young some of these men were. You also realized how many people sacrificed their lives for our freedom. I visited JFK's grave sight adorned with an eternal flame. Excerpts from his speeches are inscribed on a fountain wall. It really is beautiful. I ended the night on a happy note. I went to the Kennedy Center for a concert. I didn't realize that the Kennedy Center is a national memorial or that it is one of the nation's busiest cultural centers. The theaters are grand, as well as the Grand Foyer, which is one of the largest rooms in the world. At 630 feet in length, you could lay the Washington Monument on its side with room to spare. Anyway, the concert was great as was the venue.

Monday morning I walked into Georgetown for breakfast and reflected on all that I had seen.
I had such a great time this weekend. There is so much more to see in DC and now that I have accepted a position in Baltimore, Maryland, I will have more opportunities to return to DC. It is a great city full of history and amazing architecture. The memorials and museums are easy to locate and the best part is that they are free. As I was walking back to my hotel, I saw a man, let's say relieving himself, right there on the side of the road. I suppose my cultural experience was complete now.

Before I forget, a hand update. I have therapy 3 times a week and can now make a fist. I still can't bare weight on it though and my grip is pretty weak. I go back Feb 5th for a check up.
Will keep you posted.

Flying and Crying

I now have my cast off and have begun rehab. It is amazing what 6 weeks in a cast can do to your hand. My first session was tough. It didn't help that when I sat down with my therapist that another therapy asked, "Do you like pain?" Apparently Linda has a reputation for cranking people's hands. I had no idea it would be so painful. My therapist kept telling me to breath. I really wanted to cry but I didn't want to be a sissy. I suppose the pain was worth it. I went from barely being able to bend my fingers to almost making a fist. Of course my fingers continue to get stiff and I have to keep moving them. I have to actually think about using my right hand now as I have become accustomed to using only my left hand. Life is getting easier. Hallelujah! I can button my pants, pull my hair back, wear more of my clothes, tie my shoes, and cook, among other things. Although, I still can't use a knife too well. I know this will take a while, but I can't wait to return to all the things that I love doing. To my fellow OT's...I have a greater appreciation for you!!


I finally got out and explored. This weekend I went to Sylvan Heights, a Waterfowl and Eco-Center. It is dedicated to the conservation of the world's waterfowl. It has over 1000 birds representing more than 170 species, including many rare and endangered species. Now, I know that this does not sound like the most exciting thing that I have done, but it actually ended being pretty interesting. I listened to a lecture by a British guy whose father bought a couple of islands in South America for the purpose of conservation. He describe how over-fishing is affecting the whole ecosystem. The park is designed so that you actually are able to get up close and personal. It is sectioned off by the continents that the birds originated and once you close each gate, you are under a massasive net with the birds, some flying around. My favorites were the grey parrot that whistled the Andy Griffith theme song, the white parrots that danced and said hello, and the kookaburras whose laughing was so contagious that I couldn't help but join in and giggle too. I never knew there were so many birds. The personality of some of these birds was evident from the boastful chest to the pecking at my jewelry. The colors of these birds were amazing, such as the Mandarin duck, which originates from Japan. It was at one time given as a gift to newlyweds.


The Eco-Center is apparently a big deal, with biologist and avian researches coming from all over the world for conservation projects. It also breeds and raises the birds for major zoos and biological institutions. I really enjoyed myself. After leaving the Eco-Center, I drove to the square in Tarboro and walked along the sidewalks and looked at the large, grand, historic homes.

Next weekend I am heading to Washington, DC to soak up all the history and sights that it has to offer. I should have a lot to share on my next blog.

NEW YEAR...NEW BEGINNINGS

Wow. Another year has flown by. Christmas has come and gone. While 2007 may have ended a little rocky, the memories that I created this past year, will last me a lifetime. I am another year older now and quickly leaving my twenties behind. But if the rest of my thirties are half as good as my first year, I am hopeful and excited about what is to come. I anticipate that this new year will be full of transition and changes. Not because I will be moving every three months, but because I have decided to quit traveling at the end of this year. Where will I decide to roost? I have no clue...I'm kinda hoping it will come to me.


With the holidays and traveling home, that has not left much time for exploring. Since I have no new adventures to share, I thought I would recap my favorite moments of 2007 and revisit some of my favorite photos.


2007 started off with my first true "out of the country" experience. I counted down to the new year in a pub in Scotland. This is where I first realized that some men can make a skirt look good. I also realized that I have a deep passion for traveling and seeing new places. Now if I could just win that lottery. When I returned back to reality in South Carolina, it was there that I discovered another passion. I love working with voice disorders and head and neck cancer patients. I finally have some direction. Went snow skiing for my first time in NC and loved it.

Took an assignment in Oregon and made a cross country drive by myself. I was fascinated by the Indians in New Mexico and was left with my mouth gaping wide open as I stared into the Grand Canyon. I imagined the life of a movie star as I explored Hollywood and Malibu, and I was amazed at the beauty of the scenery as I left Northern California and entered Southern Oregon. I kayaked through small canyons and held on for dear life through rapids. I fell in love with nature and sleeping under the stars. I crawled through caves and hiked to the summit of mountains. I played in snow and marveled at waterfalls cascading over mountain sides. I felt small as I stared up at the Redwoods and saw the most beautiful coastline that I had ever seen. I learned to salsa. I enjoyed fine wines and beautiful views of vineyards in the valley. I completed "Harvest Bootcamp" and relaxed on a blanket while listening to great music. I fished in beautiful rivers. I saw the Golden Gate Bridge and dined in the top of the Space Needle. I made a cross country drive back home with my dad...a memory that will always stand out in my mind. We saw snow capped mountains, canyons, buffalo, and moose. We gazed at Mt. Rushmore and were left perplexed by the Corn Palace. But the greatest thing we saw was home.


Fast forward to Thanksgiving and visiting with family and friends. All it took was one little fall and landing in an awkward position. So, here I am, about to turn thirty one. I have a cast on my arm because I broke my hand and my focus is now on getting adequate calcium. My worries have now shifted to how to open bottles and button my pants. I started a new assignment in North Carolina and found myself challenged to perform my job with one hand. I soon acclimated and now have become quite ambidextrous. I lost my grandmother and faced another reality that time and life don't stop. It keeps going and you have to go with it. Which brings us back to my initial subject...the new year. Did I make some resolution to exercise more? No. Although I am trying to eat less foods with preservatives. What I did resolve to do is best summed up by Max Lucado: "Love, joy, peace, kindness, goodness, faithfulness, gentleness, and self-control. To these I commit my day. If I succeed, I will give thanks. If I fail, I will seek his grace. And then, when this day is done, I will place my head on my pillow and rest."