In three days, I will test for my board certification in emergency nursing. I have been putting this test off for three years, and I have finally plunked down the money and set the date for the day before my twenty-sixth birthday. That way, I will (hopefully) start off the second quarter of my (hopefully) hundred years with a few extra letters on my name tag and the weight of finally quitting the excuses and taking it will be over, once and for all. Hopefully.
And Friday afternoon will find me in a (hopefully) celebratory mood, drinking a margarita and eating chips-with-green-salsa-and-ranch at Trudy's with good friends, gearing up for a Saturday of furnishing the West Wing (our guest bedroom -- not named after the political location, but instead from the catch-all location of forgotten-but-still-important items on Beauty and the Beast) and (hopefully) purchasing our soon-to-be brand-new iMac. Yes, the next time I post, I will (hopefully) be sitting at our new desk on our new computer.
You know when you say a word so many times that it sounds foreign, and you're convinced that it has no meaning? That's a little how I'm feeling with the word "hopefully" right now.
For my birthday, my wonderful parents bought me a sewing machine. The idea came after working on my Carnival costume with my mom during a weekend home, when she decided that at twenty-five-soon-to-be-twenty-six, I needed the means to make my own projects -- costumes and curtains and pillows and whatnot. I couldn't have agreed more, and now my basic-but-with-a-few-fancy-frills sewing machine is sitting on our kitchen table, soon to be moved to the new desk in the West Wing.
My amazing Aunt Beth took me under her wing this summer at the lake and taught me some basics of sewing and quilting, and our dining room is now the staging area for Quilting Project Number One. It seems to be coming along, though we'll see what happens when I go to put it all together. That grand experiment will coming soon, after this test is over and done with.
My friend and former co-worker, Meljan, graciously took me on a photo walk around Austin's very own South Congress last week (when I should have been studying, yes, I know) to work on shooting with my prime lens. He made a earth-shattering discovery about why some of my low-light pictures turn out blurry (no follow through! I should know this from basketball. Oh wait...), and we had a great time wandering around amongst the kitsch and the funkiness and the particular culture that is South Austin.
So, here's to birthdays and milestones and certifications and breakthroughs and general arts and crafts and Austin and to the bison and sweet potato shepard's pie I made earlier this afternoon that's baking off in the oven.
And to an evening of studying like you wouldn't believe. 
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