long live elon...

I can not believe that a year ago this past weekend I myself was an Elon graduate. Being there this past weekend for the 2010 graduation really drills into my head that I am in the real world and I have to start trying to figure out at least some sort of path direction for my life to try taking. I have yet to find a new job, a new city, a new adventure to try out while I am still young. I was sitting in Starbucks this morning with my friend Hannah who just graduated Saturday and we started to make a plan of places we could live based on climate and personal preferences. Hannah and I originally were planning on taking a European vacation in the fall and have tacked on being roommates in the near future to this budding adventure. She is an amazing person with an open mind to completely new and creative things.
Our top 5 city choices of the moment:
1. Boston Mass.
2. Denver Col.
3. Seattle, Washington
4. Anchorage Alaska
5. Providence, RI

We literally sat for over an hour going through Wikipedia on all of these cities and decided that they all had the climate's we would be most willing to live happily in. So with that said, I am going to start a job search in each of these places and see what I can come up with! If any of you readers have connections or advice on any of these places, please fill me in!!! All of you should know by now that my love for a Boston accent or a burly Alaskan man will completely swing my biasness towards those two towns, so please feel free to sway me other ways.

By the way, the picture above is of me holding my Oak tree sapling that was already dying by the time I was leaving graduation. A little tid bit about Elon is that when you come to Elon as a Freshman, during commencement you receive an acorn (Elon means "Oak" in Hebrew). Over the next four years as you grow as a student, the university presents you with an Oak tree sapling upon graduating to symbolize your start into a new chapter, and wherever you go, you are supposed to plant your oak tree so that there are reminders of Elon all over the world! It was one of those little traditions about Elon that made everything feel perfect about the four years that I spent there.

xo

"I hope you had the time of your life..."
-Good Riddance by Green Day

im a lush, and i love it...

I was totally going to do a rip off of a Taking Back Sunday song in my post's title, but I realized I would be a liar if I said I hate wine! I LOVE WINE!

I am currently on vacation in Myrtle Beach where my most favorite winery is. Carolina Vineyards has the best wine EVER!!! I bought 7 bottles today, yes 7. One Strawberry flavored, one Cherry flavored, one Blackberry flavored and FOUR BLUEBERRY! OMG DELICIOUS!

You are all probably thinking I am a total wino, but seriously, I only get down here like two times a year and must get my fix. I got to taste test 8 different ones today for only $2. How awesome is that. It helped that the girl behind the counter loved my hair and was from the town I went to college in. She gave me and my mom like 2 extra tastes of wine!

Needless to say I will be set for the next couple of months with a wonderful selection of deliciously sweet wine! The rest of my trip here will be filled with walking, shopping and ohh yeah, THE BEACH! Is anyone going on a fun vacation this summer?

Beach hair+ my new fishy ring+ awesome condo= happy Jenn!!! (P.S.- my fish has 2 front teeth and I named him Edgar!)
xo

"Why don't you tell me about the sunsets in Sweden and the laws of Eden and how you were the rock of Gibralter, and how they called you Foxy!"
- "0% Interest" by Jason Mraz

martians in the closet...

I know that I have told this story to a bunch of people recently, but I thought I would share with the rest of the blog world the crazy stories I hear working in a Physical Therapy clinic. This next story taking the cake.

So a few weeks ago one of our younger patients, she was 27, came in for her appointment at 5:00 and started off her usual self. She doesnt show many emotions and is kind of snotty at times, but I have learned what she likes and does not like so it is easier to talk to her. I go ahead and set her up with heat for the first 15 minutes and do some other things around the office. When she was done I ran her through the exercises and then waited for the therapist to come work on her. She started to tell us a story of one of her co-workers...

-The other day at work this lady Linda got a phone call from her adult son. (He's mentally handicapped which is why he lives at home.) He told her, "Mom, there is a martian in my closet and I am feeding him skittles." Now Linda gets calls from her son at work randomly sometimes, and with his handicap she didn't think much of it. However, this day she continued to get calls from him saying the same thing. "There is a martian in my closet and I am feeding him skittles." Our boss went up to her and told her to go home and check on him to make sure everything was ok. Linda said she got home and went around the house to check and make sure everything was ok. When she got to her sons room she looked in the closet and there was a little person in the closet. Come to find out the little person was a census worker who happened to be in the neighborhood going from door to door. The son had somehow gotten them into the house and into the closet.

At this point we were all astounded and quite frankly did not believe the story. Our patient swore that the story was real and we all started cracking up. From there we had sooo many questions we needed answers to and didnt get them. Like:
- How did the little person actually get in the closet?
- Were they willingly taking the skittles and eating them as the day passed?
- Did they not have a cell phone to call for help?
- Did they decide they wanted excitement in their life for the day?

WHY DID THIS HAPPEN? hahaha

Anyways, we sent our patient back to work to get all of the detailed information, and come to find out she was feeling better and didnt need physical therapy anymore. So the world and I might never know the answer to these questions.

xo

"Can we pretend that airplanes in the night sky are like shooting stars? I could really use a wish right now (wish right now, wish right now)"
-"Airplanes" by B.o.B featuring Hayley Williams

irish car bombs...

3/4 pint Guinness® stout 1/2 shot Bailey's® Irish cream 1/2 shot Jameson® Irish whiskey

*Add the Bailey's and Jameson to a shot glass, layering the Bailey's on the bottom. Pour the Guinness into a pint glass or beer mug 3/4 of the way full and let settle. Drop the shot glass into the Guinness and chug. If you don't drink it fast enough it will curdle and increasingly taste worse*

This is one of my favorite drinks to partake in when out with friends. One of my favorite memories of this drink is Irish Night my Junior year of college with my friends MJBJ, Ke and a few others! The night consisted of all of us cooking dinner and dessert followed by watching the movie 'Once' and taking these delicious drinks.

We started off the night cooking delicious Sheppard's Pie! MJBJ makes the best I have had to date! Mmm! Our friend Boston brought over some wonderful Guiness Stew and I followed dinner by making this Orange Chocolate Guiness cake! Let me just say that even though the cake wasnt that good, the orange zest icing was to die for!!! All of these dishes clearly having an Irish theme in mind. After dinner we all popped in the movie and started to watch the brilliantness that is 'Once'. I always get teary eyed watching them sing together in the music shop. After a while, everyone decided it would be interesting to make the movie into a drinking game. Every time the main guy character says the word 'cool' everyone would partake in an ICB. Lets just say that after about three we were all ready to stop playing that game!

I miss all of my friends and the wonderful nights we had drinking and hanging out. Sometimes I wish I were back in college with no cares except for work! I would encourage everyone to try this wonderful drink!

xo

"Take this sinking boat and point it home, we've still got time. Raise your hopeful voice, you have a choice, you've made it known..."
-Falling Slowly by Glen Hansard and Marketa Irglova