All Growed Up!

Technically I've been an adult for over a decade now, at least by age anyway. Last Friday I had one of those days where I really actually felt "all growed up." I got up at the crack of dawn to teach clinicals at the hospital. After I released my students I headed over to Rainier Title to sign on my refinance for my house.
As I was walking through downtown Bellevue with my wool Pea Coat and black document folder on a blustery day listening to a church bell ring.
After my document signing on my way back to my care I treated myself to a cup of coffee. Then back to the hospital I wen to do some chart audits... I suppose it's kind of bittersweet.

Shalom Y'all

Howdy y'all from the Mississippi Gulf Coast. So here I am taking full advantage of spring break and visiting some great friends after way too long. I flew into New Orleans arriving on Sunday night after several hours of delays and sitting stationary on tarmacs due to weather and de-icing issues. Once of the plane however, my experience got much better. So far my trip has included dinner at the infamous Waffle House, good coffee with great friends, two burly happy dogs, "Seattle style" weather, a trip to Wal-Mart, a trip with Winn Dixie, theological discussions regarding the "Holy Ghost Weenie Roast" and making the largest loaf of challah I've ever baked. It doesn't get much more southern than that!
I've really been enjoying my time here visiting Jon and Shara, now if I can only convince them to move back. Good times, good times...

Keeping Kosh

This last Wednesday night while at I was grading papers in my office I found myself to be a recipient of a rather unusual delivery. What was it, you ask; nothing other than a "kitty to go."
A family friend, who incidentally had 5 cats, suddently found herself in a pickle when she recently found out about a medical diagnosis on top of other major life changes including having to urgently move from her home. That leaves 5 homeless kitties. My grandma took two of them in while we found homes for two others. The fifth one, well...that's where the "kitty to go" comes in.
My sister called me Wednesday afternoon asking if I would like "a ministry opportunity." Suddenly I find myself the foster parent of a rather affectionate three year old female cat. I took her home and she hasn't stopped following me since. I'm trying to tell myself it's only temporary, that she's annoying and I don't have to keep her. I did however, make the mistake of calling her "Kosha" which means "kitty" in Russian; "Kosh" for short. I hear that once you name the thing it's all over, they're yours forever. It looks like I might be keeping Kosh.