Intervention.

I may need one.  I am baking...a lot.  Blame it on the new kitchen aid, but reality is I am avoiding NCLEX? Studying? Anticipation of real life job insanity?  Whatever.  My kitchen is a sweltering paradise.

I am making liberation food, indulgent "life-is-good" food.  My kitchen is too hot, I am sweating like a beast and I am whipping up a little 4-5 hour dish called beef bourguignon.  Honestly. I would turn myself in except I am having so much fun.

As soon as I whip something up, I am sending it out the door to someone else, so don't fear for the health of my heart.  Ok, maybe you should fear for it a little bit.

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I am good at being busy.  Too good.  I am excellent at juggling many projects, staying just over the line of manic, being fueled by coffee and good ideas.  I just finished my last "Transitions" shift, meaning that I have a good week and a half of time before official graduation, which feeds into another month or so of NCLEX limbo, where I must study, study, study and then pass my boards.  And then start working, hopefully, shortly after.  While I have tasks to do in the next week point five, I find myself daunted by the epic space and lack of structure.  Um.....hello?  What am I supposed to be doing?  [Pause in the silence]

Hello loves!  Miss me?  I miss me too.  During brief breaks from school work (read: when I chose to ignore my school work) I wonder how my life will emerge from this program.  How will I re-learn living post-program, without this constant foreboding cloud of having a million things to do?  Also, I am a little worried that I have lost my ability to talk about anything except nursing.  I will need to devise a code word that you all can use when I start to gross you out, as ruminations about procedures and body parts tend to trip unexpectedly from my mouth.  Um, code word is fistula.

Updates:
I am applying for jobs - eek!
I am moving in two weeks to a lovely row house with blue walls and a roof deck.  Oh, and a sewing room.  I am so excited.
I graduate in .... a very short time.  I love this career and each day add tidbits to my list of new things I want to learn and do.
I am exhausted.
Doing hard things makes learn a lot about yourself in a very short time.
I love Ryan Gosling.
I love to sew.  I don't know if you knew that.  I stayed up too late on too many nights this week crafting quilt squares and re-making dresses.  So worth it.  Now I am blogging instead of writing my looming paper.
Next week is a very serious week with lots and lots of things I must do.  Flash mobs.  Happy Hours.  Scavenger hunts.  Phew!

Peek of the Week: The things we do

A meal, with a real rendering of a gluten free breakfast. I know, my glowing health makes you want to vomit. Here to spread sunshine.
And my new whats-it contraption electric holder thingy....


To hold my now numerous wires and things. The things I usually lose. Now they are snug sand-whiched between birdies and pom-poms.

This is my FIRST EVER linking up/blog share thingy-ma-bob with Jessa of the Happily Home Sewn. I hope I did it right because the only thing that exceeds my love of sewing is my love of Jessa. and Laura. and Jesus.

You got my back, right?

I have drawn my own biscuit, to avoid all those annoying crediting things. From now on, all pictures will be my own creation or photography. Take that blogites!

Ok, I am not eating gluten, cause, you know, I am allergic to the world. AND I FEEL BETTER. I am telling all of you so the next time you see me reach for a bag of flour, a slice of bread, or a bushel of wheat you will say "NO CHRISTA!!! YOU FEEL SO MUCH BETTER WHEN YOU ABSTAIN FROM THE GLUTENY DELIGHT OF SUCH FOODS. GLUTEN FREE BISCUITS ARE NOT THAT DIFFERENT!!" Except they are friends, they are so different. They require more jam on top, to mask the lingering flavor of tapioca flour (its baking blasphemy) BUT, all the same...I give you permission to smack me with the holy power of a righteous friend to set me right!

DC

Quote of the night "ok, I want to feel his chin." My roomie and I are watching Bollywood movies and she is fascinated by the hero's chin.

I went and toured DC with Ethan a few weekends ago. It was the first time I had been there since my childhood. Friday we walked alllllll over the city (clocking 12+ miles-phew) and Saturday we biked and walked allllllll over the city. It was great!

Some great folk art at the National gallery.

Roosevelt memorial - It was my favorite and really beautiful.

Yes, that's the moon. Pretty, eh? The weather was a lovely 60 degrees, a great break from the frigid chill of winter.

A silver tree. Random, but neat.

The National Cathedral. So pretty!

A mini panda at the zoo.

The white house.

Ethan, worn out, just outside of the Jefferson memorial.

This was an amazing exhibit at the National Gallery - this guy made a throne for Christ's return out of tinfoil and cardboard.

Camera, activated.

Liz's sweet puppy, Huckleberry. He's a grouchy old man.
Crafts: painted picture frames, kindle case

My roommate: Rhonde

For the new years party I made a deliciously indulgent recipe, bitterballen. It's essentially a fried meatball and it is so good. The recipe I used can be found here, the only change I made is that I added gruyere cheese, which is never a bad thing. I also made hush puppies, cause if you are frying things, I mean, you need to fry hush puppies.