School’s out and summer is finally here! The sun is shining bright, and the family wants to bring their canine companion(s) with them on adventures. You remind yourself to wear sunglasses, hats, and sunscreen to protect yourself from the elements. Summer brings fun times doing water sports, and swimming in the lake. Not only should…
Hello! I have been on break and wanted to share pictures that would help tell an overview of what happened while I was “missing.” I will admit that I splurged a great amount when it came to eating out instead of cooking. There were visits to Bamboo Garden (Chinese restaurant), Dave & Busters, multiple visits to Panera, a couple visits to Chili’s, Olive Garden, Denny’s, and the Cheesecake Factory.
The orange “flower” was actually a fancy way of incorporating carrots with my sesame beef meal that I thoroughly enjoyed while having a meal by myself to indulge in my passion for reading. If you don’t know about the author Johanna Lindsey, you should look her up! Something else that’s new was my experience at Dave & Busters. My “group” from high school (me & three other girls) went there for some drinks, delicious food [I had the Samuel Adams, pretzel bites with varies dipping sauces, but the cheese dip was the best, and magnificent baked mac n’ cheese that had garlic bread on top and chicken & bacon cooked within], and we played a bunch of arcade games. I won over 900 tickets! Woo! They even had the massive Fruit Ninja game that I absolutely love.
My first Panera visit was during my wait for my car to be finished in the shop. Have to get that annual maintenance done eventually. Not only did I indulge in some food, but I went a tiny bit crazy in buying clothes and DVDs. The second time I visited the wonderful Panera, I was actually on a date. Not sure if a second date will occur… But my experiences at Chili’s were much better, surprisingly. My aunt came to visit and my mother and I treated her to a meal out. They have tablets at every table now so you can play games, order desserts, and even pay your bill! The second times I went there was with a childhood friend, and that was the third time I saw her in one week! That’s amazing because we never get to see each other anymore.
Going with the flow of family, we had a family dinner at Olive Garden. That delectable chocolate cake you see in the slideshow was from there. So tasty and rich! My mother and I squeezed in a trip to Denny’s and that is where I was able to enjoy the wonderful red velvet cake milkshake. Last, but not least, we were able to make a visit to The Cheesecake Factory. It’s one of my favorite places to eat, but you have to time your visit just right otherwise you’ll be stuck waiting (both for a table and for relatively decent service).
Moving away from food, my paper whites have bloomed beautifully. They are so delicate. I have jumped on board with the owl theme my mother created for my 21st birthday. Who gives a Hoot?! Almost all my christmas presents were owl themed. Christmas cards were sent, and the family christmas reunion was better this year, than last. My father brought me along on adventures to some matches, which I played photographer again. Can you find my dad in the picture? Look on the left side of my head 😉
The sculptures were my final project for the sculpture class that I thought was going to murder me. [Skeleton cowboy, skeleton puppy with his chicken wing, and a giant penguin]
I wish to ask people, what are the things that you consider “beautiful”?
A sunset or sunrise will always be a beautiful sight to me, but also the sight of falling snow. Yesterday, Burlington saw its first sign of winter as snow flakes fell softly, but swiftly through the air to the ground. It covered my jacket that isn’t waterproof, but I still enjoyed the experience of feeling chilly in a state that is known for its low temperatures during the winter season.
I have been lucky enough to say, “I still chat with my roommate from freshman year of college,” and I was lucky enough to have a small chat with her about what we consider beautiful. The first thing she asked was, “Well, in what context?” She’s such an intelligent student. I repeated the question, and her wonderful answer was: “Seeing something broken being put back together.” I immediately thought of two things. One: a vase filled with liquid being exploded.. Two: someone finding love after being heartbroken for a long time
It’s interesting when you take out the search for specifics and just ask yourself a general question that could be taken anywhere and everywhere. Each person has their own unique views, and that itself is beautiful. She then asked the question back at me, and I listed several things that I considered beautiful: a giggling baby that starts dancing gleefully but all it looks like is them stopping around and moving their arms back and forth, a picture that captures the majestic beauty and power of water, a picture of a past moment that has the ability to still give you the feeling you felt while living that memory, watching horses play and run in grassy fields, and seeing heartfelt reunions in an airport.
Something that I find absolutely & amazingly beautiful is the act of relationships; whether it be between friends, family members, significant others, and even strangers.
My aunt lived in Paris for two years in her youth, and made some wonderful connections with people who she didn’t know before. I was able to use her connections so that a dear friend and I could spend almost a week to celebrate my 21st birthday in Paris and to also fulfill my friend’s lifelong dream of visiting Paris. The woman was basically a stranger to me, but with open arms she welcomed us into her heart and home. I know that I am fortunate to have a supportive family who understands the importance of each member and recognizes their unique characteristics. I have connected deeper with some more than others, but that’s what makes those relationships between family members more beautiful.
I can’t forget the friends who have stuck with me through the good and the bad. I also appreciate the friendships that didn’t work out because I have learned valuable lessons from each turn of events. Last, but not least, I want to thank my special someone who has made me feel lucky, special, and beautiful all at the same time. Love is a beautiful thing that people should never take advantage of, and not take for granted. It’s a precious gift.
Well, life can’t be all dandy all the time. Clearly my life wasn’t finished with this nasty virus I had. The adventure to Our House was wonderful, and it was a great distraction to what was happening with my body. The very next day (a Saturday) I slept in really really late. I was excited to hang out again with my friend. Well, my body was going to change our plans. Instead of doing something that rid our minds of stress and sickness, we took a drive to the Emergency Room around 4:30pm. I bet you’re thinking, “Oh no! What happened?!” I’ll tell ya! My stuffy nose had gotten to the point where I couldn’t breathe a single breath in or out of it, which meant I had to depend on my mouth for all forms of breathing, but that was an issue within itself. I felt like I was being choked as I breathed, and every time I swallowed I felt like my throat was being stabbed on both sides. My head felt weird… light-headed but heavy at the same time. That was probably a result to having a slight headache and a fever. If you couldn’t tell by my description of my symptoms, I was not having any fun and I was in a ton of pain.
Luckily, I was checked in, seen by a nurse, and then placed in a shared room within 45 minutes of arriving in the ER. That’s pretty awesome timing! A little happiness lol Almost immediately getting into a hospital bed, I was hooked up with an IV… well, actually two at first. My friend graciously stayed by my side as long as she could, but she had to sadly leave around 8:30pm because she had to go to work and nobody had offered to take her shift. Before she departed though, we were joking with the nurse. I had told him as he was hooking up the IV, “I’m not going to be a boring patient. Just so you know.” A statement couldn’t have been more true. I had even brought my Vermont Teddy Bear with me because I had a feeling that I would be in the hospital for a while. I didn’t stay the night, but I was in that hospital bed for over five hours. After four IV bags, and my heart rate FINALLY dropping below 100, I was allowed to go back to my apartment. When I say “finally,” it is protocol that a patient can’t leave the Fletcher Allen hospital unless their heart rate is below 100. Well, mine just wouldn’t slow down and so it took at least two hours of waiting just for that.
I called Campus Public Safety, and my favorite CPS officer was the one to pick me up. He was lovely to chat with and I reminded him that he was also my ride home when I visited the ER my freshmen year of college. Some things just don’t change. Before I go further into the future, I just want to comment that my protective mother had called the hospital multiple times after she read my text about me being in the ER (a couple hours late I might add). She talked with me first, then the doctor, and then the nurse that was attending me. Gosh she can be embarrassing sometimes. When she found out my nurse was male, she was all “Ooooo is he cute?!” and my response was, “He’s married, mom. Please don’t.” Well, when she was on the phone with him, she told him about the whole conversation. At least he was a good sport about it. I noticed he smiled and laughed a lot while chatting with my mom about what was happening with me.
My mom and my aunt (her twin sister) drove up on Sunday, and stayed until Tuesday to take care of me, which I REALLY needed. When they first arrived, they immediately started stripping my bed and cleaning my apartment. My mom didn’t show her disappointment too much about all the laundry I had just laying around my room. It was ALL of my laundry. I literally had like one pair of pants left and two shirts. The three of us stayed in this awesome hotel in Williston, VT. It was one of the penthouse suites and had an upstairs section, which was my bed. As my mom said, “keep the sicky away from the healthy ones.” Monday was kind of a busy day for me. Well, it felt like it because I was getting extremely low on energy. My aunt was a great sport and did all my laundry at the local laundromat, while my mom and I visited a local doctor. My mom was overjoyed when the doctor said she would take me on as a new patient even though she wasn’t taking new patients.
They said their goodbyes Tuesday morning, but things took a turn for the interesting. While my mom was dropping off my aunt at White River Junction, I called her with my test results. I tested positive for mono. She immediately called any/all hotels to book a last minute one night stay, and turned around to take care of me for one more day/night. I wasn’t expecting it, but I was appreciative of everything my mom did to help me towards the road of recovery. Something to keep in mind: I live four and a half hours away from home. My mom drove that Sunday morning. The drive to White River Junction is one and a half hours away from my school. So on Tuesday, she drove 3+ hours and then on Wednesday when she left, she then drove the 4+ hours back home. My mom is awesome!
Is there anyone in your life that you think is super awesome? Why?