My last post was about Christmas, whoops!  Well, I won’t lie, Christmas has already crossed my mind more than once, even though its still 5 months away.  It’s been several years since I’ve been struck with the Christmas bug this early, but I think what it’s really about is getting to decorate this new house.  I forget what Dave said exactly, but basically I’m going to have to bribe him to hang lights outside.

RIGHT NOW, though, I’m busy traveling back and forth to BR for Paramedic training, as Dave mentioned.  Surprisingly, the drive hasn’t gotten old yet, so that’s a really good start.  But my car sure is racking up the mileage :(  I am very much enjoying my clinical experience and I am sometimes surprised by how quickly some things have become like second nature, things that I was nervous about at first.  There are many other things I constantly have to remind myself to consider, but I imagine those will come more easily soon, too.  I still have a few months before I will take my final exams and become officially licensed, but every now and then, I realize for just a moment, that sooner than I realize, I will be on my own evaluating and treating patients, in less than ideal situations.  No matter how much I’ve learned so far, that’s a bit frightening, and those are the moments that prompt me to study more!

There are moments, too, when I hear myself speak and I’m surprised how “in control” I sound.  I’m not being arrogant–that’s a key trait when working in the field, to be able to control the chaos or any extraneous factors that may get in the way of helping the patient.  It’s rare that I utilize that voice just yet, but I’m glad to know it’s in there somewhere.

Next stop, field clinicals…let’s see how much I’ve really mastered.

As all of you probably know, Christmas is absolutely my favorite holiday of the year.  And tree decorating and admiring is my favorite way to welcome the season.  In the last week alone, even my co-worker has come to realize my obsession with the festive firs.  This year, however, I’ve been so busy, I haven’t been nearly as excited about it as in the past.  There are holiday decorations that I didn’t unpack because I didn’t want to go through the hassle of putting them out (OMG, my holiday health is deteriorating!!).

Still, my tree is beautiful as usual and it can still bring a smile to my face, when my cat isn’t scaling it and batting the glass balls onto the floor, that is.

The fam took pics again this year with Lesley Picard.  And once again, she delivered stunning results.

It’s so wonderful that she was able to capture moments of pure joy like this.  We had such a great time.  Thanks, Les!

Dave is rounding up the final week of his undergraduate career and he’s chomping at the bit to start his new job.  Next semester will be pretty challenging logistically.  Because my schedule will be so busy with school and work in Baton Rouge, we won’t be buying a house in Lafayette as soon as we had originally planned, which means Dave will be doing a good bit of commuting.  And the “kids” will probably be spending a fair amount of time at their grandparents’ house (thanks, Mom and Dad ).  So if we can just get through the next five months without being pulled in too many directions, we should be good.

Hope to see you around this holiday season!  Merry Christmas

Work is awesome.  To me at least.  When I explained the crazy, dramatic, traumatic (one of which was in the news) events of this past weekend of work, David called me morbid and disturbed.  I called it invigorating.  It’s all how you’re wired I guess.

Dave hasn’t alluded to the good news on his site, and we’re both struggling with the dilemma it presents, so I will:

My husband is a genius, a brilliant student who has proved himself in class and in the field.  Now, lots of companies are demonstrating their extreme interest in his brilliant mind by offering him big fat salaries.  This doesn’t sound like a dilemma yet, does it?  In one respect, it isn’t.  He has his choice of companies and the type of work he’d be doing, both of which are fantastically exciting to him.  And his excitement makes me smile, so we both win on that account.  The dilemma is in the process/benefits and consequences of choosing one of these offers.  Some are in Lafayette, some are in or around Baton Rouge, one is in Houston.  While it would be a good experience, the Houston offer is virtually out of the running at this point because of it’s distance from home and family, read ¡Lafayette!  We still have about a month before Dave has decided he’d like to have decided :)  Every time he has come back from an interview jazzed about the prospect and every time he’s gotten an offer in response to such interviews, I’ve told myself (and him) that “I’m not going there”, figuratively, that I’m not subjecting myself to the roller coaster of idealizations and emotions that come with every offer.  I did that the first couple times, which I quickly found was exhausting and had no imminent impact anyway.  But now, everything is imminent:  Dave accepting an offer, Dave graduating, looking for a house in the near future, advancing my career.  And the first two have a lot to do with how and where the latter two will pan out, among many more complicated considerations.  I’m trying to stay neutral, but a decision like this is anything but objective, which is what I want it to be.

I’m supportive of his desires and his career, but I just can’t discuss it anymore until we need to make a decision.  I’m trying to just let it simmer, hand it over to God, the universe, “everything will work itself out for the best”, all that.  But I had to let out a little steam since the pressure seems to building with each new prospect and the only person I’ve discussed this with is Dave.

The following is a post I drafted last summer, in July 2007, I think.  After writing my last post, I re-read this and found that the content still very much applies to my life, so I have decided to post it, much delayed from it’s date of conception.

I can’t wait until I can do school without the working. Which may never happen, or if it does, it will be at least a year from now. Yes, in a year, I’ll still be in school. Working on something, trying to direct my life down one particular course. Whichever route I choose, I predict it will be in healthcare. People healthcare, or animal healthcare. I am perpetually drawn to medicine, so I won’t even try to escape that. I am just having trouble deciding how much more school I want to go through and how much of my already established life I can realistically expect to change to meet my goals.

I had lunch with a friend today. We were best friends in middle school and though we haven’t been as close since then, we are probably more similar than anyone else I hang out with more often. We had been talking about getting together for a little while, so it was nice to hang out.

Sometimes–who am I kidding, practically all the time–when I pass people that are noticeably attractive or pulled together or seemingly successful or happy or carefree in the moment I see them, I try to imagine the circumstances of their lives, the general details that contribute most to their attractiveness, success, or happiness. I imagine the sacrifice or discipline or perseverance it took them to get to that point, and then I wonder if other people think that way about me. For example, today at lunch with my friend, she asked about married life and if it was the right timing, and I said this: “Before the wedding, I just couldn’t wait to be married. But when I think about it now, we could have waited.” I don’t mean it in any manner that indicates I don’t like being married, just as far as timing goes, literally, we could have probably been just as happy if we got married a year from now. But we made a decision based on the information we had, and now we have a good life as a married couple, so I don’t regret getting married maybe sooner than we could have. Her response was, “Haha, Des, the grass is always greener.” A phrase I hadn’t yet considered about our marriage, but which obviously applies. So, when I see these other people and I’m a little jealous of their happiness or success, I try to quickly remind myself that I may just be imagining something that isn’t all that wonderful after all.

Do I keep searching for something that is too perfect. Is it too much to expect or anticipate that I can have perfection?

I’m particularly interested in responses to this post.  Do you notice yourself compulsively thinking or doing something that may, whether you want it to or not, influence the way you think about your life and frame your reality?

At dinner with friends tonight, one of them pointed out my absence from the web world.  I didn’t even know anyone still checked my website, but it’s nice to be reminded that close friends still care about my thoughts and life developments.

I’ve been working a lot lately.  I’ve found that my new job has produced a lot of unexpected realities:  I enjoy it much more than I thought I would, I like working nights, and working with a schedule opposite my husband’s has not only allowed me to be more productive with my off time, but I also enjoy my time with him SO MUCH MORE.

I see a lot of bad things in EMS, but it can also be extremely rewarding.  I didn’t expect to enjoy patient care so much.  Admittedly, I’m an animal person, but this has revealed a compassion I didn’t realize I could show for complete strangers.  When I first started, I resisted night shifts; it reminded me too much of the year and a half I spent at the Pet Emergency Hospital when it would take me nearly a week to “recover” from my long night shift.  However, now having worked both days and nights in Baton Rouge and surrounding areas, I have decided to work full-time at night (at least for a little while).  I’m trying to formulate a schedule in which I balance my time and spend my off hours productively.  So far, so good, but it takes a good bit of vigilance to stick with these hours, so we’ll see.

An unforseen but very welcome result of working nights is that Dave and I are more loving of each other.  We don’t have nearly as much time to spend together as we used to, so when we are together, we really focus on each other and it feels special.   As an added bonus, we’re both getting more done with our free time.   We just weren’t spending quality-packed time together and apparently we’re really big distractions for each other.

There’s lots going in the next several months:  LSU football season, three weddings, including my sister-in-law’s, selling a car, Dave’s graduation!, house hunting, and the possibility of a relocation.  With any luck (and my dedication), you’ll hear about all of it right here.  So, loyal readers, check back  periodically for the scoop.

And, just because I like pretty pictures, here’s one of us at a couple of friends’ recent wedding.  If you’d like to see the rest from the set just click here.

 (this ought to have been posted a couple weeks ago… )

Thought Strollings, that is.

In light of the ever increasing infrequency of my posts and the more frequent, inspiring “Tuesday Love” on Dave and Jon’s Site, I think I’d like to expand on something similarly on my site. My posting, though, may only be related by the fact that it stems from a stream-of-conciousness about some interesting/intellectual/emotional situation torturing my brain.

Inevitably, since my marriage, friends and family ask, “So how’s married life?” with this expectant, ‘are you SO EXCITED?!, isn’t life WONDERFUL!’ tone in their voices. The natural response should be ‘YES!’ in the high pitch, almost inaudible, squeak that most people that know me well are quite accustomed to as a uniquely ‘Des’. However, the part of me that speaks instead, is the conservative, moderate voice, of someone who just isn’t quite sure what level of excitement is appropriate, especially with people who are having relationship difficulties. I think I could say it in my sleep now: my response always being, “It’s nice. It’s a big adjustment from just living with roommates :)” And it always comes out kind of uncertain and mouse-ey. Like if someone wanted to crush my statement, they’d barely have to lift their foot off the ground.

So here is the unwrapped, more candid, and therefore more complicated, version of the truth:

It’s not ‘nice’ being married. The word itself has no substance. And it’s not ‘nice’ in the sense that everything is roses and sunlight. Adjustment is hard, especially when you can’t understand why it is so difficult to integrate your stuff, your habits, your responsibilities, with someone you’ve dated for five years and assumed you knew the of the habits of.

It is, however, YES!, very fulfilling. If you can stop long enough to savor the moments that make it fulfilling, like when you come home from work, and your husband’s cooking dinner and offers you a drink and you exchange details about the day. And after dinner, as a display of your gratitude, you clean the dishes, and then you both come together to watch a movie you’ve both been waiting to see.

The fulfillment does not seem to last very long with us when an adverse situation arises, but we usually bounce back very quickly and I do believe fulfillment builds on itself. From the little things like dinner and small considerations for the other person, to a much larger, life sustaining fulfillment that reminds you of what you should be thankful for when times are rough.

Dave is truly wonderful, a kind, compassionate, encouraging person that I am lucky to share my life journey with.

It’s hard, and it doesn’t yet happen as smoothly as it should, but I think with each kind and loving gesture we show each other, we are slowly building a rocket of fulfillment that will enrich our lives as we grow together and shoot to the top of our dreams!

I’ve been busy with school and married life and pets, Oh MY! Finally, though, I have uploaded pictures of the wedding and reception. Because my webmaster has yet to update my website editor, I have not uploaded them to this website. I apologize profusely.

Nevertheless, you can view them here, here, here, here, here, and here. Sorry, each album only holds 60 photos, so each link brings you to a different album.

Ta-Da: I’m done. Enjoy!

No, I didn’t get lost in the Jamaican Sea. I am safe in my new home with my new husband in Baton Rouge. I’ve just been, you know…BUSY! So this will be a short post.

The wedding was a blast, the honeymoon was fantastic, and life after is so far moving right along. I don’t have the wedding photos in my possession just, yet, but don’t worry, they’ll be broadcast internet-wide within the next week. I promise! For now, Dave has made a slideshow of our honeymoon photos and posted it here on his website. Just click on the first photo in the set and continue with the thumbnails at the bottom of the page. It’s complete with narrative for a story book effect.

Hope you enjoy! I’ll be back soon with more updates

I got a recipe from one of my co-workers. She said her husband had entered it into a cooking contest. As soon as I heard crawfish, cream cheese, green onions, and romano cheese, I knew I had to at least try it. Dave wasn’t really in the mood for seafood but we decided to cook them anyway. And BEHOLD! They were wonderful. Not only were they very very tasty, the recipe was also easy to follow, it took only 45 minutes to prepare and cook, we used only one pan, and clean-up was a cinch! I’m sold. Seems like it would be a great entertaining dish. One day we’ll entertain, maybe in our new apartment.

Two showers this weekend, woo hoo. And the best part is that I don’t have to work the emergency shift tomorrow night, so I’ll actually be rested for my two super duper showers! I’ll let you know how they go. Maybe I’ll even post pictures.