Thursday, September 27, 2012

Survivor

This past Labor Day weekend marked seven years since my car accident. Every year on labor day, I say a prayer and thank God for my life, my health and my legs but I suppose those are thinks you should be thankful for everyday. School has been so tough especially this last month and graduation in May 2014 seems like a long ways away. I started thinking back to what I went through after my car accident.

I was on my way to a tennis tournament when my car hydroplaned. My head hit the window and I was knocked unconscious. Then my foot hit the gas and eventually I crashed into a tree. I broke my sacrum and L5 vertebrae, crushed my pelvis and injured my knee. My sacrum had fractures on both sides so my doctor was worried about the bones shifting and severing my spinal cord. I was put on strict bed rest for five months. I couldn't stand up, I couldn't ride in a car, I couldn't shower, I couldn't go upstairs to my own bedroom, I couldn't even wheel myself to the bathroom in my wheelchair.  Those five months went by so slow for me. Now I can't even stand being cooped up in my apartment for one day. But as I am writing this, I realize that PA school is not nearly so bad. If I could make it through then, surely I can do this now. As hard as the experience was, it gave me a new perspective and helped me to overcome other obstacles in my life. I'm a survivor. (cue Destiny's Child)

I was lucky that my seat broke and shifted to the back preventing my legs from being crushed.



Max was my best bud, he really helped me out. The only exception is my parents got me a door bell so I could could ring it when I needed something and when Max would get sick of it, he would hide it somewhere so no one could hear it.

My parents got me Millie to help keep me company. Basset puppies are the cutest.

Monday, September 24, 2012

Language of Flowers

I just finished reading the book The Language of Flowers by Vanessa Diffenbaugh. It was such a great story about a girl who has spent most of her life in foster care and group homes. The book starts out with her turning 18 and leaving the system. The book intertwines her present journey with stories from the past and how she came to know the language of flowers. Wiki defines the language best, "The language of flowers is a Victorian-era means of communication in which various flowers and floral arrangements were used to send coded messages, allowing individuals to express feelings which otherwise could not be spoken." (if you are interested, there is a glossary in the back of the book that contains all the flower definitions) But the language is not all gumdrops and roses. The language contains grief, pride, temptation, hate, envy, disdain, infidelity, foolishness, deception, betrayal, misanthropy and one flower even says "I declare war against you."

The language also contains a variety of different kinds of love: self-love, impetuous love, maternal love, pure love, confession of love, a heart unacquainted with love, unfortunate love, first emotions of love, ardent love, everlasting love, secret love and the list goes on. When you think about it, love is such a useless word, there are just too many different kinds of love. The English language fails us.

My sister and I cannot stop laughing at the fact that she gave out begonias to everyone at my bridal shower. Turns out begonias stand for caution. She was sending everyone the message "Beware!"

After studying the language of flowers, my new favorite plant is mistletoe. I have always enjoyed the classic interpretation of kissing under the mistletoe (Confession: this is how I received my first kiss) but according to the language of flowers it means I surmount all obstacles. I may have to start growing my own mistletoe :-)

Another one of my favorite flowers is the cherry blossom. It's meaning could not be more perfect, impermanence. I was lucky enough to be in Washington DC one year when the cherry blossoms were blooming. It is absolutely breathtaking. The blooming period only lasts up to 14 days and can happen anytime in March or April. I was there for about a week and by the time I left the blossoms were already falling. This impermanence makes the cherry blossoms that much more special. So many aspects of life are fleeting and the cherry blossom is a reminder to not take things for granted and appreciate the beauty in life every day. For tomorrow, it may be gone.


Washington monument in the background

Saturday, September 22, 2012

Wedding Bells

Last weekend I was honored to attend my friend's wedding. It was so beautiful and we had such a great time. Here are some of the highlights.

Congrats to the happy couple!!







Dance party



Had to include this pic because it makes me laugh. My close friends and family can identify this face from when I haven't eaten in a very long time. It says "I'm so hungry, I might kill you."

Thursday, September 13, 2012

Date a Girl Who Reads

 My sister shared this with me and I wanted to pass it on to you.

"Date a girl who reads. Date a girl who spends her money on books instead of clothes, who has problems with closet space because she has too many books. Date a girl who has a list of books she wants to read, who has had a library card since she was twelve.

Find a girl who reads. You’ll know that she does because she will always have an unread book in her bag. She’s the one lovingly looking over the shelves in the bookstore, the one who quietly cries out when she has found the book she wants. You see that weird chick sniffing the pages of an old book in a secondhand book shop? That’s the reader. They can never resist smelling the pages, especially when they are yellow and worn.

She’s the girl reading while waiting in that coffee shop down the street. If you take a peek at her mug, the non-dairy creamer is floating on top because she’s kind of engrossed already. Lost in a world of the author’s making. Sit down. She might give you a glare, as most girls who read do not like to be interrupted. Ask her if she likes the book.

Buy her another cup of coffee.

Let her know what you really think of Murakami. See if she got through the first chapter of Fellowship. Understand that if she says she understood James Joyce’s Ulysses she’s just saying that to sound intelligent. Ask her if she loves Alice or if she would like to be Alice.

It’s easy to date a girl who reads. Give her books for her birthday, for Christmas, for anniversaries. Give her the gift of words, in poetry and in song. Give her Neruda, Pound, Sexton, Cummings. Let her know that you understand that words are love. Understand that she knows the difference between books and reality but by god, she’s going to try to make her life a little like her favorite book. It will never be your fault if she does.

She has to give it a shot somehow.

Lie to her. If she understands syntax, she will understand your need to lie. Behind words are other things: motivation, value, nuance, dialogue. It will not be the end of the world.

Fail her. Because a girl who reads knows that failure always leads up to the climax. Because girls who read understand that all things must come to end, but that you can always write a sequel. That you can begin again and again and still be the hero. That life is meant to have a villain or two.

Why be frightened of everything that you are not? Girls who read understand that people, like characters, develop. Except in the Twilight series.

If you find a girl who reads, keep her close. When you find her up at 2 AM clutching a book to her chest and weeping, make her a cup of tea and hold her. You may lose her for a couple of hours but she will always come back to you. She’ll talk as if the characters in the book are real, because for a while, they always are.

You will propose on a hot air balloon. Or during a rock concert. Or very casually next time she’s sick. Over Skype.

You will smile so hard you will wonder why your heart hasn’t burst and bled out all over your chest yet. You will write the story of your lives, have kids with strange names and even stranger tastes. She will introduce your children to the Cat in the Hat and Aslan, maybe in the same day. You will walk the winters of your old age together and she will recite Keats under her breath while you shake the snow off your boots.

Date a girl who reads because you deserve it. You deserve a girl who can give you the most colorful life imaginable. If you can only give her monotony, and stale hours and half-baked proposals, then you’re better off alone. If you want the world and the worlds beyond it, date a girl who reads.

Or better yet, date a girl who writes.”
― Rosemarie Urquico

Larry McMurty's book store
Photo courtsey of sister

Monday, September 10, 2012

Arboretum

About a month ago Taylor got a promotion. He is now the catering director for Two Trucks, a restaurant group that owns several of the food trucks in the DFW. No more crazy food service hours and no more working weekends. He is a 8-5, suit and tie man now. We have lived here over a year now and there is still so much we haven't seen. We finally have the chance to enjoy all DFW has to offer. Saturday was an absolutely gorgeous day. The weather was perfect so we went to the Dallas Arboretum.




My sis tells me this is seed from bodark tree.









Soaking up the sun

Dragonfly


Saturday, September 8, 2012

Idaho

So I have been pretty bummed out this weekend since my family is in Idaho dropping my brother, Josh, off at college. I couldn't go because of school. But I have been finding comfort in asking myself "What can there possibly be to do or see in the small town of Rexburg, Idaho?" It doesn't take very long to move someone into a small dorm room. Well, leave it to my family to find all this fun.

You have to see this crazy bear!








But seriously, I wish I was there, not to ride horses and feed bears but to smother Josh in hugs, to remind him how much I love him, to tell him he can call me anytime, to tell him that I would love to help him with his homework and papers (any class besides physics). I would tell him even though it's a big culture shock, enjoy all that you can, your classes, friends, roommates, professors. You will miss it once it's over. Classes will sometimes seem hard and pointless but absorb all that knowledge, it will change and define you, and you never know when you might need it. But above all else, I always love you and am here for you.



Sunday, September 2, 2012

Endocrine Nightmare

A couple weeks ago I had a crazy nightmare. I dreamed that we had a tennis team at PA school and my endocrinology teacher was our coach. She announced that every day after class we had to run sprints for four hours on the tennis court. Maybe it doesn't sound like a nightmare, but PA school can really test your breaking point and I can not take anymore. Here's what I think it means. In high school I used to play tennis six hours a day on school days and every weekend was a tournament. As a part of my summer training we would have four hour conditioning sessions (these consisted of sprints, long distance running, weight training, etc). Then once we were good and tired we would play tennis for another four or five hours. I think my brain knows that I have not invested so much into any one thing since my tennis days. Also, PA school is exhausting.

While on the subject of tennis, I have to say I was so sad to hear Andy Roddick announce his retirement on Thursday. I have been in love with this man since I first started playing tennis and his match today against Fognini was absolutely incredible. The sport just won't be the same without him.