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Loves of late


Sweet potatoes make the best breakfasts. A sweet potato and a cup of chai make easing into the day so much more pleasant, especially on clinical days. Regular tea is fine for lecture days and weekends, but when I need to steel myself for public health I need that extra boost.

Blended banana “ice cream”. Should I be sad that this is my go-to dessert lately? There were cupcakes at school the other day, and instead of having one I opted to wait and then go home and eat a blended banana. I do them with vanilla extract and a splash of milk (and sometimes a little peanut butter), or coconut water and lime juice, and it’s cold and refreshing, and satisfies my sugar craving. Does that make me a member of the brainwashed dieting masses? Maybe? I’m pretty ok with it though, because I don’t feel deprived.

Game of Thrones. I’m five episodes into the first season, and about a hundred pages into the first book, and it’s super enjoyable. So far the show is way smuttier (a lot of the characters are way younger in the book, so that’s for the best), but I like them both. My friends and I are going to try to play the game again this weekend, now that I know a little more about the families. I also really love Tyrion- Peter Dinklage is great.

Avocados. They’ve been 4/$5 at Safeway (whic is still a lot on my budget, but I can’t resist), and I’ve been eating them like it’s going out of style.


I need to eat more soft-boiled eggs. They’re quick, and there’s less clean up than with scrambled, but I always seem to forget about them.




Today has been a long, long day. I started the morning on a series of low notes (trying to watch the new episode of Downton Abbey before my 10:00 class simply does not work- I always have to leave mid-way through, and I don’t have enough time to print my notes before the printing frenzy starts), but somehow emerged in a reasonably reasonable mood anyway. This I think was due to the fact that today was my first day of Nursing for the Childbearing Family- a.k.a. BABIES. We watched two birth videos in class, and I almost teared up both times- there’s really nothing like birth to brighten a day. I wasn’t feeling very excited about this class actually, because I sort of think being an L&D nurse would just frustrate me when what I really want to be is a midwife (and L&D nurses have to do all kinds of things I disagree with, like pushing getting drugs, and not letting moms hold their babies as soon as they come out (they’re supposed to be gooey!) My instructor is a midwife, and she feels the same way about a lot of this stuff though (she actually said that taking away a healthy baby and wrecking that first moment is a shitty thing to do, and if you do it without having a darn good reason birth work isn’t for you), and so now I feel better (she’s also a birth companions leader). I’ve been having a lot of Feelings about this class, but I’ve decided to like it. The important thing is not to compare my experience with anyone else’s (which is a good rule of thumb for life in general). It isn’t a race to see as many births as possible, it’s about helping families have their best possible births.

Right now I’m tired, and trying to work up the motivation to empty the dish drain so I have somewhere to put the dishes that need to be washed. And shower. It isn’t going too well, especially since I’ve rediscovered how great Little Mosque on the Prairie is (and the whole series is on Hulu). Man, do I love Canadian TV. And British TV- the Downton finale was so good! I don’t want to risk spoiling anything, but I thought it was a really solid episode, and I’m really starting to like Thomas. Scotland kind of stole the show though, and now I want a shaggy pony with short little legs to ride around on through fields of heather. Doesn’t that sound nice? Scottish dancing looks pretty sweet too- I think my path is clear and I should run away to Scotland.


Come hither


I finally got back to contra dancing last night, and it turned my whole week around (ok, not really, but this hasn’t been a great week. It would take more than a few hours of dancing to do that). It was a great time though, and I’m going to try to get back in the habit of going. There was one dance in particular that was especially fun- the women had to lure their partners after them with come hither looks, and it was very silly, but fun at the same time. There are never very many young men at these dances, and I was dancing with my favorite partner who is probably in his late 50’s- early 60’s and married, so I didn’t feel self-conscious about my goofy over-the-top flirting. I was thinking about it last night, and I don’t know if it’s sad or not, but as much as I love the music, and the dancing, and the element of play, I think my favorite part is being in men’s arms, even if they’re old enough to be my grandfather. That’s probably sad. I don’t mean it in a creepy frotteur way- it isn’t sexual- it isn’t even romantic, I just like being held. My friends are a pretty hug-y bunch, so I’m not just starved for affection, but there’s something about being in a man’s arms that feels great, and I don’t get it enough. The solution is probably going to fewer contra dances and instead meeting young men, but I honestly don’t have the energy for that kind of thing.

On a less weird note- they had free groceries at the dance last night, so I helped myself to a loaf of bread, a jar of hot peppers, and several big onions. It’s the makings for a highly flavorful and aromatic sandwich, but the bread is kind of stale (I’m not 100% clear on where this food comes from, but I know it’s the fruits of dumpster diving), so I’m going to use it for other purposes. On the one hand, it’s a little suspect, but on the other, free onions! I go through tons of onions, and they’re perfectly good, so I don’t see the harm. It’s just an added perk to a fun night out, and makes my entrance fee feel lighter (not that $6 is terrible, but it adds up if you go on a regular basis).

This week has been a bear, and next week kicks off with a test, so my weekend isn’t going to be much fun, but I’m in a pretty good mental place anyway. I’m going to go to the farmer’s market with my (kind of) new friend on Saturday (she moved into my old room, God help her), and spend Sunday studying with Sarah and Sam, and things are ok. I turned in my care plan earlier tonight, and I have my peds clinical tomorrow, and everything bad that happened this week feels less dire now.

I watched the first episode of American Horror Story tonight, just to be masochistic, and now I’ll probably have nightmares, but it was good. It’s wicked creepy, but not so much that I can’t watch it by myself, and I like a little scare now and then. I miss Gossip Girl- I love Downton Abbey, but it doesn’t make me need to watch a whole streak of episodes in a row, and Switched At Birth is entertaining, but ABC Family shows are more fun if you watch them with someone. I’ve given up on Grey’s Anatomy, and How I Met Your Mother jumped the shark ages ago.

Just a quick one


It’s been such a lovely weekend, but it’s late, and I’m tired, so I’ll keep this short.

I started my day out slowly, reading the New York Times online while eating cereal in bed.


(Trader Joe’s High Fiber Cereal with milk and blackberries.)

After breakfast I went to Mass, and then ran to the gym where I did sprint intervals on the treadmill, rowed a bit, and then biked. Despite how that sounds, I’m really quite out of shape, but it felt good to get sweaty at least, and the gym was lovely and empty because it’s intersession.

I was starving after my workout, so I came home and looked into the fridge, but nothing appealed. What I really wanted was a hamburger, and so as a special treat I went out to the Charles Village Pub and got one. I had never been there before, so I didn’t know burgers don’t come with fries, which was slightly disappointing, but I enjoyed the heck out of my burger.


I ordered the smallest size (they come in 5, 8, and 13 oz), and it was just right. I was actually slightly too full, since I also had a beer, but it was a very nice lunch/dinner. The Ravens were playing, so the restaurant was packed with football fans, and it was fun to watch a bit of the game. I don’t care about football, but I do enjoy being around people who are having fun, and the Ravens played well, so the atmosphere was happy and excited.

Full up with burger and beer, I came home and had a long nap while listening to This American Life. When I woke up, I did some homework until the Facebook posts about Downton Abbey compelled me to watch it myself, and that brings me up to date. Now I’m off to bed, after having a very, very pleasant weekend.

A Major Award


Edit: I totally fixed the ginger! My problem was trying to skimp on the sugar (I think? I don’t actually know why it came out the way it did, but I did use less sugar), so I just had to bring balance back to the universe. Next time I’ll plan ahead and make lemon sugar, but this time around I just used regular.


Shona from Absolute Frankness nominated me for the Liebster Blog Award (thank you Shona)!

So here’s the deal:

1) Post eleven facts about yourself
2) Answer the questions the tagger has set for you and create eleven questions for people you’ve nominated
3) Choose eleven people to give this award to (with less than 200 followers) and link them in your post
4) Go to their page and tell them

That’s cool and all, but as I’ve mentioned in a previous post (that includes a picture of Lancaster, so now I’m a little sad), I don’t play by the rules (because I don’t have 11 blogs to nominate). I will answer the questions though, because I love questions, and I’ll come up with my own that people can (and should) answer in the comments.

Facts first:

1. I’m eating chicken and carrot sticks for dinner, and I’m eating dinner sitting on my bed because my roommate is sitting at the dining room table.

2. I walked out of Mass this morning after the priest used the phase “promoting sexual confusion” about Maryland legalizing gay marriage.

3. I went out two nights this weekend, and it was great.

4. I haven’t been to contra dancing in more than a month and I totally miss it. I might go this week though, since I don’t have clinical on Thursday.

5. I leave water glasses all over my room.

6. While I was leading a group at my psych rotation about dealing with stress one of the patients suggested that a good response to being upset by messy roommates is leaving another mess so they’d see how annoying it is. I outwardly acted like this was a bad idea, but I’ve done it before. I’m kind of doing it right now actually.

7. I had half of my leftover burger from last night and a mug of hot chocolate for breakfast today. It may sound weird, but it was really tasty and surprisingly good fuel for when I worked out later.


8. I left a jar of yogurt and berries in the fridge at the hospital and I’m sad because they’re probably going to throw it away and I really liked that jar (it was from cookie butter. I guess now I need to buy more…).

9. There’s a house near my apartment that decorated for the holidays by putting up a plastic nativity scene that includes a big green alien. It’s kind of awesome.

10. I still haven’t hung my Picasso poster yet-it’s been in the same spot against my wall since the day I moved in.

11. The other night I was overcome by the need to move to Rochester. I seriously felt like it was Fate, and that if I didn’t I would miss out on something huge and important. That feeling has since passed, but I kind of wonder if it had to do with this random guy that I only barely know but still kind of think I’m fated to marry. Wouldn’t that be cool? It would make life so much easier.

And now questions!

1. What’s your favourite smell?

This one is really hard, and I’ve been thinking about it since I saw my nomination. I do love the smell of coconut a whole lot, and bread, and citrus, but the first thing that sprang to mind was hot pine needles, so I’m going with that. You know the dry ones on the ground in the forest during the summer? That’s a heck of a good smell. Baby smell is also nice, and I’m partial to men’s deodorants.

2. Would you rather go to Swansea or Portsmouth?

I’m guessing these are Swansea in Wales and Portsmouth in England (as opposed to Portsmouth in Virginia or New Hampshire)? Tough call. I don’t know a lot about Wales, but Doctor Who seems to go there a lot, and he’s never all that happy about it. Google Images shows castles though, which I imagine are nice. Portsmouth seems to have a big curvy tower though, so it’s really hard to pick. I’m going to say Portsmouth though, for absolutely no reason whatsoever.

3. Savoury pancakes or classic lemon and sugar?

Lemon and sugar. Well…I do love a good cheese pancake actually. Both. Savoury for dinner, lemon and sugar for dessert. And then a stomachache!

4. What did you have for lunch today?

A tortilla. Isn’t that sad? I was working on making candied ginger (it didn’t come out right, but I have loads of it, so I’m still giving it for holiday gifts) and cooking tends to kill my appetite.
5. What was the last book you read?

Confessions of an Ugly Stepsister. I picked it up while I was home on break, but I was so busy socializing with my family that I didn’t really read it until I came back to Baltimore. I had read it before, but it holds up well.
6. Would you live in an Enchanted Forest?

An evil one? Who am I kidding, yes.

7. If you were a Fairy Queen what would you be queen of?

The Enchanted Forest. Or midwifery. I know Queen Mab is the fairy midwife, but aren’t fairies created by babies laughing anyway? I bet that happens often enough to keep us both busy.
8. Would you like to live in the countryside or the city?

Countryside, but a special countryside that also has Trader Joe’s and Carbon Leaf concerts.
9. What’s the best Christmas movie?

Muppet Christmas Carol. Bar none.
10. Do you wear hats at all?

Not really. I have a bunny hat with floppy ears, but it has to be pretty cold for me to wear it. I love hoods though.
11. Would you have brought the ring to Mordor or let Sam do it for you?

Did Sam ever offer to go by himself? It seemed like it kind of ruined Frodo’s life, so that’s a point against going, but it also really cemented their friendship, and Sam would be a good friend to have. I’d go. I have such a yes-bias that Sam would just have to offer and I’d agree because I didn’t have anything better to do (excepting homework, but I’m usually ok putting that off if a friend wants to hang out).

And now my questions to YOU!

1. Where should I move next year? (Seriously. Tell me.)

2. What do you want for Christmas?

3. If you were hosting a theme dinner party what theme would you use? (cost is not an issue)

4. What movie are you most looking forward to seeing?

5. What was your favorite ever New Years Eve?

6. Would you rather have a corgi, or a Great Dane?

7. What was the last really delicious thing you ate?

8. How do you think Gossip Girl is going to end? (just in case anyone watches. My only friends who like the show aren’t caught up yet and I want to talk about it.)

9. What’s your favorite bar food?

10. If you could commit a crime and get away with it what would you do?

11. Can you fix candied ginger that caramelized instead of crystallized?

Midwife stuff


I have two prenatal visits this week, and at least one mom ready to go at any minute. Have I mentioned lately how glad I am to be a birth companion? School is great, and I’m wicked busy (most of the time- I’ve been deliciously lazy all week), but getting to go to births is the cherry on top of what has so far been an incredible year.

I was sorry to have to leave Buffalo yesterday, but my consolation prize was getting to hang out with my friends and watch Call The Midwife. We had been talking about it for months, and I didn’t think  it was ever going to happen, so I watched it all on my own, but yesterday things came together. My friend Judy put out and open invitation, but it wound up only being three of us, which made things very intimate and nice. We ate homemade pizza, and leftover Thanksgiving pie, and talked about our birth companion experiences. I know my future is going to be full of evenings of food and birth stories, but that doesn’t make them any less special. Even watching Call The Midwife, which I’ve already seen and loved, was enhanced because I was watching with other birth enthusiasts.

It’s so hot in my apartment right now that I’m sitting around in shorts, and my coconut oil is in its liquid state. I’ve done laundry, and cleaned the bathroom, and now I’m bored and ready for school to start again tomorrow. Breaks are lovely, but I want to be back on schedule.

Call the Midwife!


PBS is the jam. I’ve been excited to watch Call the Midwife for months, but for some reason I held off until last night. I want to live in old-timey England. I want to hang out with the Berie Woosters and Linda Radletts, and Mary Crawleys (they aren’t all from quite the same generation, but I’m sure they’d get along at a party, particularly if there was an open bar). Call the Midwife slips right into that wheelhouse, and while it seems that everyone who watches the show agrees, making this an unoriginal observation, I adore the character of Chummy. She’s a terrific Hon, and seems like just the kind of awkward midwife I’ll be (I 100% feel her dating-shyness. Yesterday my friends were teasing me about a male nurse I was shadowing and I got very flustered. He wasn’t particularly attractive, and I’m a very poor judge of men’s ages, so I don’t know how old he was even, but they claimed he was flirting with me and it made me all embarrassed today on the floor. They meant it in fun, but I’m much too neurotic for that kind of gentle ribbing). We both mean well though, so people forgive us for being klutzy weirdos (most of the time).

Speaking of midwifery, I have two prenatal appointments this weekend! I’ve bitten off a large mouthful as far as Birth Companions (even though I rarely mention it on the blog. Nothing’s happened yet, so there’s nothing to report), and now I have several moms due in the near future (I had one who was due this week, so it could be any day now. Stupid rainy days off from school messed up my testing schedule though- this upcoming week was supposed to be a test-free oasis, but now I have two make-ups, and then it’s the pre-Thanksgiving test cascade. I am going to be very, very busy. As such, this weekend isn’t going to be particularly restful. I have an appointment tomorrow morning, and then I agreed to an all-day marathon study event (I adore my study buddies, but they’re always peer-pressuring me to do schoolwork. Don’t they know I have planking around to do?). Sunday is relatively open until the evening when I have my second appointment, but that just means I have to work independently and do all those little things that functional adults do, like cook, and clean, and do laundry. I feel tired just thinking about it- those days off seem like an awful long time ago.

I’ve been reading a lot of Bluebird Vintage lately, and I’ve come to the conclusion that my life is insufficiently twee. I drifted off to sleep last night thinking about how pleasant it would be to raise chickens, and homeschool my long-haired hipster kids. We would bake, and make crafts, and go for hikes for science class, and read out loud every night. I pictured family picnics, and rainy days spent in front of our wood-burning stove, telling stories, sipping herbal tea, and eating homemade apple cider doughnuts. It was on this train of thought that I had an idea I actually really like- my dad is always saying that my generation doesn’t know how to watch movies. We watch on our laptops, with Facebook open, or we pause and come back later, and that’s apparently a big character flaw, I don’t know. Anyway, I had the idea that instead of buying a tv I could buy a projector, and just keep one wall in the living room empty so that whenever I watched something it would be an Experience, and I would focus on it. Sadly, projectors are wicked expensive, but I still think it’s a good idea. It would certainly make streaming reruns of Grey’s Anatomy feel more exciting.

Catching up


I’m done with Adult Health! (Kind of, not really! I still have to have passed the final (which went…ok. I’m hesitant to say more than that since so many of the questions are instinct and not knowledge-driven), and I have two more clinical days, but I’m done with lecture!) After the test the course coordinator kept my clinical group back and told us that our instructor will not be returning (it’s kind of a long story, but she was deemed “not a good fit”), so instead of wrapping up on our infectious diseases floor this week we got to observe surgeries! I’m very excited.

After hearing the good surgery news I came home and lived up to my promise to myself with ice cream and Sherlock. I won’t give anything away, but it was very good. Not quite Scandal in Belgravia good, but very good nonetheless. There may have even been some tears (not that that means much, since you can tell me it looks like rain and my eyes will fill up). It was 100% worth waiting for, and holding off for a special occasion was the right way to go. It’s a little silly after all of these years, but I’ve never gotten over my deep love for British men. French guys look like mice, and my summer working with international teenagers turned me off of Italian guys forever, but my love for the Brits has never wavered. There’s a corner of my mind that would love to take my midwifery show on the road and move to the U.K. and settle down with Martin Freeman.

British men are all hobbits, right?

While I was watching Sherlock my roommate knocked on my (closed) door and asked me to keep my door closed. *major sigh and eyeroll* Both of my roommates have now asked me to keep my door closed at all times because of Flora, and while it’s a little thing I resent it anyway. It just so happens that I don’t like the way their scented candles smell (if I wanted my home to smell like a mall I’d…no, there’s no reason to ever want your home to smell like a mall. A lot of people would disagree with me, but I think most scented candles smell tacky and gross), but I would never ask them to always keep their doors closed. It’s rude, and I’m debating whether I should passive aggressively leave my door open tonight when I go dancing, just to be a jerk. It’s so tempting, but I don’t think I will, more out of a desire to avoid more conversations about how I ruin the apartment than out of maturity.

I have too many awesome options for this Saturday, and I can only do one. Technically I could do two, but I have a pharm test and part of a research project due next week, so I need to accomplish a lot this weekend. It’s hard to make up my mind though! Option #1: Johns Hopkins men’s rugby game (pros: rugby! men’s rugby! I haven’t seen men’s rugby since May, and I love it so! Cons: watching other people have fun while standing on the sidelines). Option #2: free contra dance on Saturday night (pros: dancing! It’s even on a non-school night, so I can stay the whole time AND my friends have said they’ll come, and maybe if they like it they’ll come with me more often! Plus, you never know, there might be cute people I could flirt with (this is also a possibility at the rugby game, though neither is actually likely. There might be cute people, but I’m almost guaranteed to not flirt with them). Cons: I’m already going dancing tonight. How much contra dancing do I really need? Why is all of my free time spent contra dancing? What’s wrong with me?). Option #3: Indian Party at the School of Nursing (pros: I’m not going to lie, this is not my first choice. There’s free dinner, and my friend who invited me said we could wear Indian outfits, but she didn’t say if we have to supply our own, and I don’t have a sari just hanging in my closet waiting for this kind of event. On the other hand, I never hang out with this friend and it would be fun to spend some time together. Cons: It doesn’t sound as fun and tailored to my interests as the other options). My problems are kind of awesome.



I have been starvingly hungry all day, no matter what I eat- I seriously feel like The Very Hungry Caterpiller. The obvious solution- eat something- isn’t feasible right now, so I just have to stick it out, but while sometimes feeling hungry can be nice, since then you really appreciate it when you eat, feeling empty all day is a drag. Fortunately, there will be pizza at Birth Companions tonight (it’s the last class! I’ve already signed up for a few births in the upsoming months), but that’s an hour away, and so useless.

This morning kicked off with a test, and now I’m filled with that post-test surge of relief. It wasn’t perfect, but it was easier than I expected, so I feel good about that, but now I just want to plank around, and I can’t- I have to keep working. Wednesdays are usually nights off because of contra dancing, but I’m seriously debating whether I should go tonight. It’s the last free night, and I love going, but I’m wiped out. Dancing will probably recharge me, but it’s like psyching myself up for a run-no matter how much I know it will feel great, getting myself out the door is a struggle. A not-small part of me wants to just go home after class and crash, and make a mug cake, and watch Private Practice, but I know that if I do that my night will be like one big mug cake- unsatisfying (seriously, I’ve made them like half a dozen times, and they are never good. You’d think I would just give up).

These are your feet on running


I don’t have class until 1:30 on Tuesdays, but instead of sleeping in today I woke up early and went for a run with my friend Jen. I was supposed to follow a training plan for my upcoming half marathon, but that sort of fell by the wayside, and now I’m starting to get nervous, so I’m trying to get some longer runs in while I can. This morning’s run was about six and a half miles, and while it felt good, but I was glad I had a buddy to keep me from quitting. It was a beautiful morning- brisk enough to keep my top layer on for the first couple of miles, but not so chilly that my fingers and nose froze. Walking back from our end point I checked the time and realized that it was still early- if I hadn’t been out running I probably would have used that time for sleeping, and while I love to sleep, I felt very proud of myself for getting out and accomplishing something instead.

As I stripped down to shower I noticed this:

I didn’t even feel it, but my toe nail sliced open my toe! It isn’t the first time this kind of thing has happened, so you’d think I’d know better, but clearly I don’t. It seems like it’s just a fact of life that I don’t get to have pretty feet.

I know things will eventually get crazy, and I’ll have to spend my Tuesday mornings frantically reading, and prepping for classes, but right now, with my tired legs, ABC Family shows, and hedgehog pj pants, things are looking pretty darn sweet.