I’ve been thinking about blogging again for months. I was excited about blogging my Tuscaloosa summer adventures almost a year ago, but laziness kicked in and classes were tough. Now I’m back! If anyone will read this, I have no idea.
It’s been quite a week.
I made the decision Tuesday that I will be graduating in May 2010 instead of December 2010. I going ahead and taking a full load of classes this summer, plus take a night class in the fall and spring (on top of student teaching) instead of going home and working for the summer. It was a really tough decision because I’d love to go home and make a good amount of money and spend time with the fam, but I know this time next year when all of my friends are freaking out doing the “omg we’re graduating in three months” thing, I’m going to be kicking myself for not just buckling down and taking classes. I think I talked to ten friends different friends, both parents, my sister, my boyfriend, and my boyfriend’s family before officially making a decision. I know this sounds really dramatic and really minor, but this has been something I’ve been thinking and praying about for about a year. Bring on the stress – I’ll be VERY happy when it’s all be done & have that degree in hand!
Thursday morning was quite the comedy show.
For me, at least.
I set my alarm for 6 a.m. to review a little extra for a 9:30 test, but I hit the snooze. At 6:08 the fire alarm starts screaming. I immediately flip out because I had just woken up from a nightmare about having a fire at my house in Madison. On top of that, the day before I had to read a 20 page newspaper feature story for my journalism class about two students’ hard road to recovery after nearly dying in a dorm fire in 2001. I hopped out of bed and was petrified to open my door in fear that the hallway would be covered in black smoke and I’d have to army-crawl to the stair way. I know this sounds ridiculous, but that newspaper story was incredibly vivid! After realizing there was probably no real fire, I threw on two different shoes (I really can’t function when I first wake up), and I ran down the hallway to wake up my sister who I knew was really sick. Everybody in the house, who was super frustrated for being woken up, scrambled out front of the sorority house to hear several fire trucks screaming our way. Meanwhile, our new (and I mean NEW – this was his first day!) breakfast cook Larry stood outside, hands in pocket, looking as awkward as ever. He definitely had the look on his face that he was embarrassingly guilty of this fiasco. I’m pretty sure the temperature was well into the teens. Not cool. All in all, we waited outside for about 15 minutes before getting the go-ahead from about 10 firemen that everything was okay and we could go back to bed; however, 15 minutes in that kind of weather is just long enough where it’s pretty hard to go back to bed. I laid down for a little bit not in the mood to study any more, but I couldn’t sleep and got up anyway. Just another day in the life living in the sorority house. Poor Larry.
I got up bright and early yesterday morning to study a little more for a 9 a.m. quiz (I study really well under pressure), and then I started getting ready for the day. At 8:15 my sister knocks of my door and I find her sitting in the hallway crying because she is so sick. Of course I make her get up and get dressed – I was taking her to the hospital. She’d been really sick for two weeks with weird symptoms and all the doctor told her earlier in the week was that she had a minor chest infection. WRONG. Meg, our trusted AOII Nursing student, recommended I just take her to a doctor up the street because the hospital would definitely just write her off. A few hours later we find out that Jenn has a really serious case of the flu. By the time we left the doctor’s officer at 11, mom was already in Tuscaloosa to pick her and take her home for the weekend. I did freak a little about missing a quiz, but there was absolutely no way in the world I was leaving Jennifer sitting at the house for another couple hours. The good part of the morning was that Mom was able to enjoy chicken finger Friday with me while Jen packed up her stuff. My mom just kept saying the whole time that situations like these are the reason she is “soooooo happy” that we go to school together to take care of each other and be there when “life” happens. I just laughed and told her that I didn’t mind – she’s my sister, DUH. I’d do anything for her (maybe!). 🙂 I love my family and this situation just made me realize that much more how there really is no limit to what family would do for each other. This all sounds so cliché, but I mean it.
In closing –
I’m in a really good mood today. Really. It’s just been one of those mentionably (is that a word?) great-mood days. In a nutshell, I slept in until 11, met Christy unexpectedly at the fridge for breakfast that resulted in good conversation over cereal and bagels in the lounge for an hour, went on a walk down by the Riverwalk with Hannah and shared encouragement about our mutual faith, visited with Geof on the quad, and am fixing to go get a manicure and pedicure with Amy. And did I mention it’s 71 degrees and cloudless? I love today.
“Whatever is good and perfect comes down to us from God our Father, who created all the lights in the heavens. He never changes or casts a shifting shadow. He chose to give birth to use by giving us his true word. And we, out of all creation, became his prized possession.” – James 1:17-18
Hi! I’m Erica, and I absolutely adore sharing my life on this website with you! I come here almost daily to blab about all of the things related to being a regular wife and mother in today’s ever-evolving society. I share about our new home, what’s on our kitchen table, what we’re hanging in our closets, where we’re traveling to next, my crazy 5 a.m. work outs, how I make time for girlfriends, our faith, and much more. We always have a lot of balls in the air and somewhat thrive on the chaos. I believe in the power of story-telling as a form of inspiration and entertainment, so I’m here to do both! I was born and raised in north Alabama and recently re-planted roots here again after my husband transitioned out of the Army (he is now in the Reserve and it’s going so well!) I’m a super proud mom to three little girls (ages 7, 4, and 1) who seem to be the stars of the show around here (for good reason – they’re pretty great!) I’m so glad you found me and are here reading! I hope we can get to know each other here on the blog as well as Facebook and/or Instagram. xoxo