posted on: Wednesday, April 27, 2011

now, y'all, i did not take this picture.
(like my use of texas vernacular there?!)
but in my 2 days of being a texas resident,
i can say--with confidence--that i would be hard-pressed to find you a more striking sky

everything's bigger in Texas, so they say
and while my field investigation of this claim has been limited thus far
(investigations will be ongoing...stay tuned)
i have to say that, as far as the sky is concerned, it's true.

there is so much to catch all of you up on!
we picked up the keys to our new apartment last night
it is BEAUTIFUL by the way
like a perfect canvas...just waiting to be decorated
our new mattress was delivered last night
(though we have yet to sleep on it. still staying with family.)
and today will be filled with more furniture shopping (!),
some pool-lounging,
and the general enjoyment of being WARM.

more pics and tales to come...

Welcome to Texas!!

dear readers...

posted on: Thursday, April 21, 2011

...today was my last day of medical school
quite possibly also my very last day of school.
i am in a decidedly better mood.
and to spread that mood around,
read a few of these.


Dear iPhone,
Please stop spellchecking all of my rude words into nice words. You piece of shut.
Every iPhone User 

Dear Noah,
We could have sworn you said the ark wasn't leaving till 5.

Dear Twilight fans,
Please realize that because vampires are dead and have no blood pumping through them, they can never get an erection.
Enjoy fantasizing about that.

Dear Icebergs,
Sorry to hear about the global warming. Karma's a bitch.
The Titanic

Dear America,
You produced Miley Cyrus. Bieber is your punishment.

Dear Yahoo,
I've never heard anyone say, "I don't know, let's Yahoo! it..." just saying...

Dear 2010,
So I hear the best rapper is white and the president is black? WTF happened?!

Dear Windshield Wipers,
Can't touch this.
That Little Triangle

Dear girls who have been dumped,
There are plenty of fish in the sea... Just kidding! They're all dead.

Dear Saturn,
I liked it, so I put a ring on it.

Dear jf;ldsfa/kvsmmklnn,
Please lknvfdmv.xvn.
Stevie Wonder

Dear Nickleback,
That's enough.
The World

Dear Skin-Colored Band Aids,
Please make one for every skin color.
Black people

Dear Scissors,
I feel your pain.....no one wants to run with me either.
Sarah Palin

Dear Osama Bin Laden,
United States
Dear Batman,
What was your power again?

Dear Customers,
Yes, we ARE making fun of you in Vietnamese.
Nail Salon Ladies

Dear Ugly People,
You're welcome.

Dear World,
Please stop freaking out about 2012. Our calendar ends there because some Spanish d-bags invaded our country and we got a little busy ok?
The Mayans

Dear White People,
Don't you just hate immigrants?
Native Americans

Dear Trash,
At least you get picked up...
The Girls of Jersey Shore 

Dear Dr. Phil,
Look man, there's only room for one fake doctor in this world and I was here first.
Dr. Pepper

Dear Man,
It's cute, but can you pick up peanuts with it?

happy thursday!

carry on

posted on: Wednesday, April 20, 2011

still feeling pretty gloomy.
chicago's weather ain't helping

this song did though

it's one of those dumb youtube videos of a song with a picture and there's not really a video to watch. but you can listen.
(which, honestly, it's probably better this way. have you SEEN the dude from this band? in one video he was wearing a dress. homeboy's off his rocker. not that you have to be off your rocker to be a dude wearing a dress. not trying to offend any lgbt'ers out there. just using it as an example. i'm gonna quit now.)

maybe this makes you feel restored.
i did. a little.
maybe tomorrow will be happier?
maybe sushi tonight will fix it all?
stay tuned.

a poll...and a solution

posted on: Friday, April 15, 2011

time for an update on my poll.

you peeps were pretttty much split down the middle
on the "toms vs keens" debate.

and you all had such *EXCELLENT* methodology behind your selections
that it seemed a shame to disregard anyone.

so i went with option C: both.

my keens

my toms
i think that having both will give me the perfect range of footwear options for our trip
and, as you will see in a near-future post, they will still fit perfectly in my pack.

so thanks for all the advice and insight!
and thank you for those who have already thrown in their two cents about my graduation attire
you da you da besss

what to wear?

posted on: Thursday, April 14, 2011

this "graduation attire" dilemma really has me puzzled.
i have NO idea what to wear.

some googling was in order, to see what emily post might have had to say on the matter
but someone recommended that a female medical school graduate wear a pant suit??
surely not.

either way, this is advice i'm choosing to ignore.
but should i err on the side of a more professional option?


here's some more ideas rolling around in my brain
(hypothetical of course. i'm not making the dr's salary yet.)

via [bhldn]

also via [bhldn]

either one of these could be delightful. business in the front, party in the back. (via my pinterest)
due to packing restraints, i'm trying to pick a dress that pairs well with
nude patent leather pumps
(courtesy of nine west)

it's gonna be time to put my big girl panties on and actually go
this weekend

nick is out of town all weekend (sad face)
so this gives me excuse to shop profusely
and drink girly bev's (ya know, cocktails. wine. the like.) with my ladies

any ideas, friends?

the game plan

we (us Flemings) have a LOT of big stuff coming our way.
in the next few weeks.
tomorrow, a mover man comes to check out the shoebox
so he can know how easy/hard it will be to pack up our stizzuff.
then, NEXT friday, the movers come and pack and load all of our belongings
and start shipping it to Texas.
nick and i will be driving down there.
(road trip! through missouri and arkansas. get ready for red-neckedness.)
(if you live in missouri and/or arkansas and are offended by this comment,
i apologize. i am clearly ignorant of what lies in those states.
but i will find out. soon.)

after we drop off our earthly belongings in Texas
we split ways:
Nick goes to Cali for the big, annual, father-son fishing trip that he goes on every year
(except that he's missed it for the past 3 years because of stupid med school.)
I go to Florida to see this guy
circa 2007. air force academy's Ring Ball. he got his class ring. we were excited about it.
my broheim will be home. on leave.
so clearly i must go to him.

then May 4th, the hubs and i both fly back to Chicago to rendezvous
at the famed O'Hare Airport
before our flight for Istanbul takes off

we will be here for 3 glorious weeks
cappadocia- the land of phallic rocks.
traveling around.
seeing what there is to see.
a lot.

THEN we go back to Chicago
for a little o' this
just graduating from med school.
being doctors.

the day after graduation is a big day. for two reasons.
1. it's our one year anniversary. 05.28.11
2. we will be winging our way to hawaii

this is what i hope to see on the night of our anni. after all that traveling.
we'll be there with Nick's family for one glorious week
(they're treating us as a graduation present. i seriously have the BEST in-laws. ever.)

then we take a red-eye back to Chicago on June 4th
and immediately hop on a plane to Texas on June 5th
and FINALLY get to BE in our new home.

then comes residency.

but that's another post for another day.
i've been getting REALLY excited about our Turkey/Greek Isles trip.
expect some posts about that in the near future.

i just figured i'd give you all the game plan.
it's confusing and convoluted, i know.
i have trouble keeping track sometimes.

just kidding.
i don't.
but that's because i'm a psycho type-A.


the shoebox

posted on: Tuesday, April 12, 2011

yesterday, my house was clean.
i took advantage of the brief window of opportunity that presented itself
and took some pictures.
for posterity
"look. this is where we lived right after we got married!"
our living room windows. first thing you see when you walk in.

look right: bookshelf/dresser extraordinaire

the baker's rack. making use of every sq. inch of storage space.
the closet: quite large, but still too small. as you can see. that's the hubs' stuff. (:

another view of the closet. from the living room. more storage. sensing a theme?
 hit those shelves and take a right, and you'll be looking at all Nick's stuff again.
take a left, and you'll be in the bathroom.
which i just now realized i forgot to photograph.

our tv. a christmas present from good ol' mom and dad.

the comfiest couch. (i'm sitting on it right now)
 from here you can see the bedroom door!
see it?
on the right?
more of those windows
 that large black thing on the bottom left is our...
Osteopathic Manipulation Table
used for osteopathic manipulation
we heal with our hands
(basically, it's a glorified massage table. but shhhh. don't tell the osteopaths.)
the radiator. and a man picture.
 i got that picture for Nick when he moved in right after we got married
the place needed a little man-ness.
cool story though: Nick has actually crashed his truck right in front
of the Garden Bar in Big Fork, Montana.

bedroom: where the magic happens
 yes. we have stuffed animals.
the bear is Bentley. he's mine.
the bison (?) is nameless. he's Nick's.
(boys are weird.)

Nick took that picture above the bed while he was in Tibet.
what's up, Nat Geo?
the pics above our bed.
 yes, that baby is me.
i like to keep it.
as a reminder of where i came from.
Nick's git-fiddle. (that's what my dad always calls guitars. ?)

the only wedding pics currently hanging in our home.
 these were a gift from my friend Julie.
God bless her.
without them, we'd still be wedding-pic-less
don't worry though.
our new house will be INUNDATED with wedding pics.
as many as Nick will let me. (:
where Good Doctors study.
 a nice smattering of literature there.
"Egypt" guidebook on top of the ICU book
Nutrition Guide for Clinicians
Netter's Anatomy Atlas
good times.
we have a lot. of books.

the teensiest-weensiest kitchen.

somehow we fit a dining table in this place.
 that table is older than me.
it has traveled allllll over.
including from Brazil (where it's from) to the U.S.
and now it's mine.
happy memories!
we're F's.
an old organ. that i now use as an end table.

thank you for visiting Apt. 203. come again soon!

there you have it.
The Shoebox.
in all of it's 407 square foot glory.

in case this wasn't enough pictures...
breakfast skillet
 here's a little potato, onion, egg, Gruyere, and tomato breakfast skillet i made
(this is what you do with leftover baked potatoes)
and me, channeling Ina Garten
(she always puts her herbs in water. genius move, Ina.)

a song for a sunday

posted on: Sunday, April 10, 2011

a miracle has happened.
it's sunny in Chicago.
and 79 degrees.

to celebrate my mood,
here's a little bit of happiness

i don't know if y'all saw this already
but i'm erring on the side of sharing

i'm off to go for a run and soak up some sun
(i'm a poet...)

some things...

posted on: Friday, April 8, 2011

i'm tired of being cold.
maybe this makes me whiny.
but it's still true.

my glorious tan that i worked to hard to develop in Florida is fading away.
my poor feet haven't felt fresh air in 2 weeks.
the sky is constantly grey.

so to battle it all,
i'm dreaming of warmer things.

this little Limoncello Champagne Cocktail has got my name allll over it.
yours is on it too.
here's how:
  • 1/4 cup fresh mint leaves
  • 1/4 cup limoncello
  • 2 tablespoons sugar plus additional for dipping Champagne flutes
  • Lemon peel strips from 1 lemon
  • 4 teaspoons fresh lemon juice plus 1 lemon wedge
  • 1 cup (about) chilled Champagne or sparkling wine
Place mint, limoncello, 2 tablespoons sugar, and lemon strips in blender; blend until mint is finely chopped (lemon peel will be coarsely chopped), 10 seconds. Strain into small cup; discard solids. Run lemon wedge around rim of 2 Champagne flutes. Dip rims into sugar. Divide limoncello mixture and lemon juice between flutes. Top with Champagne.

[recipe via]

the happiest shirt
yes please. to all of it.
let's just pretend that's me.
all above images via my pinterest.
p.s. i'm mildly addicted to pinterest.
are you privy?

if not, let me know.
there might be an invitation situation that you need to be able to get on board
but i'm happy to oblige
so that you, too, can spend countless hours dreaming and pinning your life away
(medicine, what?)

in other news, it is supposed to be 67 degrees tomorrow. 
fingers crossed!

a poll

posted on: Wednesday, April 6, 2011

i'm gonna try and focus on this post.
i have a tendency to write in a rather stream-of-consciousness style
that i'm sure gets rawther tiring to follow after a while.

but this time
i focus.

help me decide.
i'm going to Turkey, and the Greek Islands
(which ones, you ask? no clue. we are flying by the seats of our pants.)
my hubs is a minimalista-backpacker type
(like, legit. he backpacked through China, Tibet, and Nepal.)
i pack a large rolling suitcase for weekend trips.

and now i'm trying to pick some shoes to travel with.
obviously just one pair.
(note: i'm also bringing a super cute, comfy pair of Born gold gladiators and my Rainbows.)
gotta pack light.

we'll definitely be walking a TON.
probably not actually HIKING.
but my belongings will for sure be on my back most of the time.
at least some of them.
feet cannot get weary too soon.


option A?
Keens. c/o Zappos.
 or Option B?
Toms. c/o Toms.
i need comfy shoes.
but i'd love it if i could also look decently attractive in the meantime.
i'm leaning toward the Toms. obvs.

because they're cuter.

but am i going to hate my feet?
anybody know?

chicago style...pizza

good morning, loves!

i'm sitting here enjoying a delicious, husband-prepared cup of coffee
and an equally delicious, me-prepared open-faced goat cheese and tomato on sourdough sandwich

looking at these flowers
sometimes a girl's just gotta buy herself some flowers.
 and remembering this outfit. from last night. when we went out for pizza.
(i have no pictures of the pizza. but trust me, it was delish.)
boots: Frye, won them in a "favor exchange"; jeans: Rugby

shirt: Rugby, cardi: j.crew, belt: H&M, earrings: H&M, camera: canon 40D from this lil' precious

lips: MAC- Neon Orange lipstick over Pink Lemonade gloss.
(yes. all of these pics were taken in my closet.)

a few comments:
#1 note the amount of clothing i am wearing. after these pictures, i added a scarf and a leather jacket. and was still freezing. my friends, this should not be. April is for spring, and flowers, and maybe some showers. but, by God, not 40-degree weather.

#2 the hair is my attempt at this:
[via Cup of Jo]
but of course, you can't see the back.
and even if you could, my dye job is more 5.0+5.53+level 10 developer
and less balayage.
so it wouldn't show up so good.

#3 speaking of.
i'm contemplating a little balayage myself.
ya know, for the summer.
i tend to dye my hair right before major events in my life...
(i like to live riiight on the edge)
cut to the day before we left for Italy to get married
i got some highlights...which i was told were necessary to "brighten me up"
word of advice: when someone says they're loving that PEANUT BUTTER color they just put on your hair, get up. get out of the chair. and walk away. 
peanut butter belongs on a sandwich.
not your head.
anyway. crisis averted.
i dyed it right back to my "natural" color
(which is a dark, warm chestnut color that i've conjured up over the years (: )

so now i'm contemplating balayage
i did it once a few years ago.
i basically took a picture of Carrie Bradshaw circa Season 6 
to my hairdresser...
(and bff...Johanna)
me&jo. we were really close
(pipe down. that's not a real kiss. you can even see the thumb.)

...and said "do this."
i think that picture is even what the end result was.

anyway. i loved it.

and graduation is coming up...another big life event.
so why not?

your thoughts?
to dye? or...not to dye...

happy monday!

posted on: Monday, April 4, 2011

i am deep in the throes of a seasonal depression, ya'll.
i left a beautiful, 80-degrees-and-sunny Florida last week
only to return to a gray, dreary, 50-degrees-and-rainy Chicago.
i'm hurtin. spring seems like it will never arrive.

to cheer myself up, i watched this little vid.
with my evidently phenomenal iPhone videography skills,
i managed to capture this gem of a sister of mine,
doing her fabulous rendition of Willow Smith's 21st Century Girl.
complete with dance moves.

she may never forgive me for sharing this with the worldwide web,
but Abby, know that you are bringing cheer to the hearts of thousands.

(okay. not that many. but just even ONE should matter, right?)

a Chicago Saturday (on Sunday)

posted on: Sunday, April 3, 2011

it dawned on Nick and I this week that we only have
TWO weekends left to spend together here in Chicago.
this one, and the next one.
(the third weekend, Nick has a conference in Arizona...
...the fourth weekend, we're moving!)

so Friday night, we tried out the new French restaurant in our 'hood
we had duck, rabbit, venison...and some delicious cocktails.

then we walked down the street to the Greenhouse Theater
and saw a very moving performance of "Agnes of God"
maybe you were around in 1985 and saw the movie version with Jane Fonda?
me neither. (i mean, i was around...i just missed the movie.)
my point is, it was good.
we got our weekend's dose of culture..and talked about it all the way home.

Saturday morning, we woke up and walked down the street
to the Bourgeois Pig Cafe
where we drank coffee and read books and listened to music
and dreamed about tea
then we decided that we should FINALLY go down to Chinatown
(not a joke. we really did.)
we can take the eL there from our neighborhood
and have been talking about going for MONTHS.
this was our last shot.

so to Chinatown we went...for some dim sum.
Chicago's Chinatown...from the Red Line eL stop.

tea. with lipstick.

pretty pretty

some kind of dumpling. don't ask me what. it was delish.

cuttlefish. in curry sauce.
confession: i only tried the cuttlefish because i was having a Top Chef moment. on last season's finale, when they were in Singapore, they cooked cuttlefish. i was curious.

in case you're not quite as brave/stupid as me, lemme save you the effort....they taste like weird, mini calamari. super chewy. jury's still out on how i feel about them.
he loves this beanie. i'm still on the fence. but i'll take him. with or without it. (:

lucky dragons on the lightpost

this one is for my baby bro. he loves crabs.
 [get your mind out of the gutter. he really does.]
fishies. you can imagine how this market smelled.

he is pissed. the candies he bought were in a wrapper that proved IMPOSSIBLE to remove.
once again, we managed to make it through an entire day without a single picture of moi.
i tried to nab some that my lovely photog bestie took of me off Facebook
but now it seems fb has made that impossible.
so you'll just have to wait to see what i look like this week...

and since this is what our new apartment looks like with someone ELSE'S stuff in it,
we figured we should look for some stuff of our own

ain't it purty?? we can.not.wait.
it's true, ladies.
i actually got my husband to walk around the furniture department of Macy's
without ANY coercion.
or promise of sexual favors.

we finished up the day by watching some March Madness with some beers
then we tried out another new restaurant
GT Fish & Oyster
it has been open THREE days. we felt a little like rockstars.
we ate our fill of oysters and mussels
perfectly accompanied by a bottle of wine
with cocktails for dessert

then we promptly got into a monstrous fight on the way home.
like, full on bawling and hysterics (me), yelling (him and me), throwing things (me. it was one shoe.).
it was epic.

well folks, that's how it goes.
marriage can really blow sometimes.

and if it sounds like we boozed our way through the day,
that's because...
we did.

(i'm sure this had nothing to do with the fight)

how was YOUR weekend, loves?
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