Galveston Pics

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Our Hotel
The notsogreat beach. There was a lot of broken glass and homeless people that offered free fashion advice. We stayed at the pool the rest of the week.

Gaido's-The most overrated restaurant in Galveston.

Statue

New Red Luggage

Opera HouseOld Mansion

gumbo barCioppino from gumbo bar

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door

a little past sunset

We had a fun trip. There was still a lot of storm damage from Hurricane Ike. The beaches were pretty gross, but the resort was nice. We had some great seafood and enjoyed walking around downtown Galveston. We toured the Moody Mansion, which was twenty-nine THOUSAND square feet. Mostly everyone at the convention was WEIRD. I guess no one can go to school that long and have a normal conversation. We are back at home, and unpacked, and trying to get ready to find a new routine. Chris starts back to school today. He gets a pager and everything. How official. We didn't really get that long of a break but we are thankful for the time we did get to spend together.

Who me? No, I'm not a med student. I'm just here to tan.

Hippie Van (and Chris and me)

Not the winners, but definitely the best-dressed and most socially capable people at the conference. (Oh, and I am the only one in this pic that isn't in medical school.)

Hitchhiker

there's no need for captions

The Texas trip has been great. It is a much needed break. I miss Brooks. Chris presented this morning, and he did great. The awards ceremony is tomorrow night. We are going out to eat again tonight so I'm sure I'll have more stories to share...I also have some pics to post later. Oh, and in case you're wondering, we DID taxi back to the resort, so only one hitchhiking experience a night.

NEVER ride with strangers! But there were four of us, and one of him. He really seemed nice. I shoved Chris around the car so he could sit in the front seat, and Joe and Lindsey and myself could ride in the back seat. As we were climbing in, the guy said that he would explain the floorboard on the way to the restaurant. WHAT?!? He didn't have carpet because his car had flood damage. At least that's what he said. He dropped us off at the restaurant, no harm done. Well, after all turns out he was just a nice guy AND he had really good taste in food. We had a GREAT dinner. And a hysterical laugh, because we hitchhiked in Texas to keep from spending money on a cab! What effect will med school have on us next?!?

I'm sitting at the convention center, about to deliver the much-awaited hitch hiking Texas story via my Crackberry. First, I need to give a little backstory. Joe and Lindsey, some people from Chris's class, are at the confrence also. We didn't know they were coming and we really didn't know them at all. Joe gave his presentation yesterday, and it went really well. After talking to them at the poolside mixer and discovering their love of all things food, we were instantly glad that they are here to hang out. Yay for new friends! Okay, back to the story. Attendance to last night's dinner wasn't mandatory, so the four of us decided to go out and have a nice local Texas seafood meal. We were dressed up (the guys were in suits and ties and we were in dresses) and decided to try a local restaurant that was reccomended by some people at the conference. Joe called a cab, and off we went.

Oh wow it worked, but it automatically publishes! I gotta watch out for typos and mean thoughts, ha! Chris said that I shouldn't post the hitch hiker story from my blackberry because the quality won't be as good, but I think I might try it...I can always edit/delete later.

This is a test...to see if I can blog via the crackberry...hope this works!

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tried to go to bed at a "normal hour" (eleven or so)...wide awake by three thirty...too hot in the house and bad dreams and acid churning in my stomach...been thinking a lot about family...and what it means...don't really know anymore...scared & confused...nervous a lot...keep asking hcs if i am TOO crazy...according to him, not yet, but not so sure...looking for answers in the wrong places always leads to disappointment...disappointment also comes from relying on others...nothing will ever be the same...starting to come to terms...mind feels like it is going to shut down, but it doesn't...wish it would just work a little bit better but that probably won't happen either...sadness...laughter at inappropriate but funny situations...laughing to keep from crying, singing to keep from screaming...learning to be thankful for small things...Lord, thank you for your goodness and glory and for another day of life and for chris and brooks...and this diet coke.

let it be me by ray lamontagne

there may come a time, a time in everyones life
where nothin' seems to go your way
where nothing seems to turn out right
there may come a time, you just cant seem to find your way
for every door you walk on to, seems like they get slammed in your face
that's when you need someone, someone that you can call.
and when all your faith is gone
feels like you cant go on
let it be me
let it be me
if its a friend that you need
let it be me
let it be me
feels like your always comin' on home
pockets full of nothin' and you got no cash
no matter where you turn you ain't got no place to stand
reach out for something and they slap your hand
now i remember all to well
just how it feels to be all alone
you feel like you'd give anything
for just a little place you can call your own
that's when you need someone, someone that you can call
and when all your faith is gone
feels like you cant go on
let it be me
let it be me
if its a friend you need
let it be me
let it be me

coffee & dog hair

I bought this coffee mug for Chris several weeks ago when he had the flu...Lori and I saw it and knew he had to have it. So, I bought it, but then misplaced it (imagine that) and then I found it and gave it to him for an early Easter basket gift. I thought he would think it would be ridiculous (especially if he knew how much I paid for it) but he loves it! Yay me! I know everyone will appreciate the fake smile of enthusiasm. I don't think he knew I was going to post this on my blog. Whenever he acts outrageous, he stops and says, "Please don't post that about me on your blog." But this isn't outrageous. It's nice.