#8: Get a graduate degree

Hooded n' tassled.
Maybe that should be the title of a rap song?

I GRADUATED!!!


First up, though: recognition on my part that it's been a long-ass time since I've posted a blog entry. In addition to graduating, there were also a LOT of pre-graduation celebrations and general cavorting. Like, two weeks of it. Then, almost immediately after graduation, I headed to Paris (blog entry to come) and then made quick stops in NYC, DC and Maryland before heading back to the Arb. So here we are!


So, this entry on my list was one of two "freebies" I gave myself (the other being wedding officiating) -- meaning it was something I knew was going to happen, but wanted to recognize and include anyway.


What an amazing weekend it was. My parents arrived the Thursday before, and that evening we did a lovely, tame dinner at Mercy's at the Bell Tower Hotel, after which they dropped Kate and I -- in their Toyota Sienna minivan -- at Rick's (also, can we talk about how "The Gambler" by Kenny Rogers is the music on Rick's homepage?!) for a lovely, not-quite-as-tame evening of drinks and fun with friends. Friday night was a fantastic dinner at the Quarter Bistro with my parents and my second set of parents. And then Saturday was the big day -- rainy, but fantastic just the same. I think I basically blacked out when they called my name and I walked across the stage because I don't remember much, but there are photos and witnesses that can verify.

Graduation shoes!

Saturday night to celebrate, Josh, Ariel, Ilana -- also fellow graduates -- and I hosted a backyard BBQ at Ilana and Ari's place, which was by all accounts a fabulous success. We had all the trappings of a good time: ridiculous amounts of food (including 80+ Chicago-style hot dogs, straight from Chicago), Jello shots, flip cup, a fire pit with s'mores, bumpin' beatz, kitchen dance parties, and great friends and family. Hell, my MOM took a Jello shot -- her first! -- so you know it was a good time. 


It still hasn't sunk in that I've actually graduated, despite the fact that I've been in Ann Arbor this whole week and the closest I've come to campus was a lunchtime trip to Sadako on South U. I think I'm okay with living in this weird half-reality for now though, where alarms don't need to be set and laying out reading old US Weekly's is totally acceptable Monday afternoon behavior. 


With all this time, I should be better about updating my list, too! Next up, my post (or perhaps posts plural) about Paris before I depart on my southern road trip (#2). Stay tuned!

Help Needed: Paris Planning!

Paris is way ugly.

It's hard to believe that it's been over 5 months since Andrew and I booked our tickets to Paris last November. Now, here we are, 24 days away from saying à tout à l'heure (my French skillz are mad strong) to the U.S. and bonjour to baguettes and dudes named Henri (my French stereotypes are also mad strong).


As I wrote before, this will be my very first trip to Paris. I went to France once, in high school when I was living in Germany and my friend and her mom and I went to the south of France. That was quite a lovely trip, and enough to give me confidence that the whole "the French have amazing cheese and perfumes" racket is actually based in truth. However, in the years and years of French classes I took through middle and high school and college, nobody ever really talked much about any place other than Paris. Oh, and sometimes Morocco. Once I think we talked about the Ivory Coast too, but I could be making that up.

A French dude named Henri.
This one happened to have
discovered radioactivity.

Regardless, I learned a lot about Paris in my French classes. Like, beaucoup -- the history of Les Invalides, the structure of the arrondissements, the meaning behind the Arc de Triomphe. All these lessons were accompanied by textbook pictures, but it was hard to get a feel for the actual layout of the city, the design. I remember a couple of years ago, watching the final part of the Tour de France when they all ride into Paris and thinking "huh, so that's where all that stuff is".


So now that this trip is rapidly approaching, I've started to freak out a bit. There's so much to do, so much to see. Andrew has been to Paris many times before, so he's very easy-going about what we do. So now I turn to you, my many friends who have visited or lived in Paris...


What should we do?
What are your absolute, non-negotiable, must see places?

The Rodin Museum.
Can you say, le eye sore.

We have about 4 full days and 5 nights, and I think we both would like to do a mix of tourist-y standards along with some fly-by-the-seat-of-our-pantalons neighborhood wandering/café  sitting. There are seemingly a million museums in Paris, but I think we've settled on doing the Museé Rodin, the Museé D'Orsay, and of course, the Louvre. And we are staying at an apartment in the Marais, quite close to Les Halles.


If you have any suggestions, I would love to hear them. Bonus points if you have access to or know a tour guide named Henri. 


Feel free to leave a comment, email, Facebook, text, whatever -- and a big, big thank you (I mean, merci) in advance!

#10. Put together a weekly flower arrangement for myself, for one whole month.

Week One: $3.99 bouquet from TJ's.

I've learned a lot in grad school, but one overarching concept that we learn both in classes and at our internships is that of self-care. This idea certainly is not rocket science, but it was still foreign and unfamiliar to me when I first heard about it. Self-care, at least as it relates to social work, involves the idea that you can't be a good practitioner unless you yourself are sound mentally, physically and emotionally. 


In other words: be nice to yourself. 


Or, as they say on Parks & Rec, treat yo'self.

Week Two(lips).

(disclaimer: I highly recommend being nice to yourself and watching that video because it is amazing and you will laugh and then probably want either a mimosa, a cupcake or a crystal beetle brooch)




"Be nice to yourself" is something I first started saying to my therapy clients, and then began saying to some of my friends, especially when they started getting hard on themselves about stuff like work, relationships, even dieting. Be nice to yourself. Don't be so hard on yourself, you're a good person, you tried. Compliment yourself, value yourself and when you deserve it, reward yourself. 

But then I had to remember all this, too.

Week Three: happy yellow flowers.

I added this item to my list for a few reasons. First off, flowers are pretty and smell nice, and those are both good things. Secondly, I have somehow accumulated a weirdly high number of vases that occupy a rather neglected shelf in a kitchen cupboard. And third, sometimes you just have to be nice to yourself. And when it doesn't always come naturally, sometimes you have to add it to your to-do list...

Week Four: $5.99 bouquet from TJ's.

...but big ups to grocery stores,  for putting their fresh flowers right when you walk in -- a couple times it slipped my mind, but ambushing me with bouquets as soon as the doors open certainly helped remind me. Also, if you're looking for affordable flowers that won't die before you get them back to your house, I highly recommend Trader Joe's.

There's not really much to say about this item, except that I'm glad I did it. Every time I look at my flowers in my no-longer-relegated-to-the-dark-corner-of-the-cabinet vases, I smile. As I prepare to move from the world of social work potentially into a more corporate setting, I plan on taking this idea of "self-care" with me, and making sure the people around me take note. It may not be practical or cost-efficient to always have fresh flowers around, and I get that. 


But every once in a while, you just gotta treat yo'self. 

The Quest for #1: On my way (at least technically...)

Basset Hounds running...what greater joy is there.

So, this whole time I've been talking about running the Marine Corps Marathon, I've sort of neglected the fact that I actually have to register for it. I'd heard it was a competitive race to get into, so in typical me fashion, I penned the registration date into my calendar, and kept a close eye on the website when the day came. As soon as registration opened I zipped through the process and $93 later, I had my confirmation. Long story short...


I'm registered for Marine Corps Marathon 2012!


Last year's race sold out in 28 hours. This year's race sold out in 2 hours and 41 minutes! Soooo trendy.


I so appreciate the people who have congratulated me when I tell them this news, especially those who have run the race before and have nothing but positive things to say about the course and the overall experience. But hearing those "congratulations" only reminds me how much work is going to go into the next 218 days, 16 hours, 7 minutes and change, and of course the 26.2 miles after that.


So, as a first-time marathoner who at this moment feels GROSSLY unprepared to run even a 10k, let alone over 4 times that, I have decided that I am going to use this space to keep track of my training efforts. School is almost over, I'm not sure where I'll be or what I'll be doing come this summer, so right now I'll focus on what I can control: become less grossly unprepared.


I'll start with a confession: I hate running. I hate the way I think I look when I'm running. Sometimes I get frustrated when my iPod switches to a song I don't like and then that reminds me how tired my legs are and then I just want to stop. I sometimes catch glimpses of how fast other people are running on the treadmills next to me and fall into a deep shame chasm. One time, I even convinced myself not to go to the gym because the treadmill TVs don't have closed captioning and I really wanted to watch the next episode of House Hunters International (disclaimer: this show is on HGTV no fewer than 14 hours a day). I could go on, but I think you get it.


Here's another confession: I really want to love running. So far, I love the feeling I get after I finish running. Crossing the finish lines of the races I have done are waaay up on my list of best memories. Right now, I run for the finish line, for the "Workout Complete" message on the treadmill. But my goal, my hope, is that somehow along the way, I'll become a runner.

#12. Buy a bottle of wine that should be consumed only for a monumentally celebratory occasion. Drink it on a Tuesday night, for absolutely no reason.

A couple months ago, I shamelessly admitted that I love cheap beer. Now, I stand before you to admit something else about my libation tendencies: I don't think I could tell you what good wine tastes like. 


Now, that's not to say I haven't had good wine. I have. It's just that my definition of "good wine" is more like "wine that I like". And wine that I like has, at any given point in my 8+ years of wine drinking, varied from Arbor Mist Sangria Zinfandel (yes that's a thing) to this brand of boxed wine that I haven't seen in forever, but was definitely called "Party in a Box". In the last couple years, thanks in large part to the influence of my dad and visits to several upscale wine bars in DC, I have come to like a few bottles of wine that actually cost more than a copy of People magazine. I've also been branching out: I used to prefer only whites, but have made the bold leap into appreciating, and even sometimes ordering, pinot noirs. Baby steps.


I came up with this entry on my list after hearing about a similar one on another person's 30th birthday bucket list. It appealed to me because of the decadence, and the idea that sometimes you need to celebrate just making it through a Tuesday. To make this one extra special, I enlisted the help of my college friend Jon, who truly lives a life worth envying: not only is he a sommelier in California, he also boasts titles like "wine director", "wine consultant" and "wine badass" (okay I made the last one up). He also just launched his own brand of wine, Amos Cellars! And to round out the awesomeness, we share the same birthday.


Anyway. I told Jon about my mission and asked him to point me in the direction of some good bottles. I told him I wanted a bottle in the $30 range, white, and on the sweeter side. Jon had the truly inspired idea of getting a vintage from my birth year, 1982, and then, in a total baller move, he said he'd send me a bottle. I have awesome friends.


True to his word, Jon sent me an awesome bottle of 1982 Jordan white from the Russian River Valley in California, along with a note that this wine isn't made anymore. My dad, quite the wine guy, was impressed, so I figured I was off to a good start. Jon sent the wine to my parents' house in NC so I could enjoy it on the Tuesday of winter break, when Wednesday wouldn't matter.


And enjoy it I did. It was definitely sweet, but was still really rich. It wasn't like any wine I'd ever tried. I could make comments about "berry notes" or "floral bouquets", but I honestly have no idea how I'd describe it except that I liked it. But this time, thanks to Jon and the delightful year of 1982, I actually know what I was drinking was "good wine". Sorry, Arbor Mist.


And you know what else was good? The idea to drink a fancy bottle of wine on a Tuesday. I recommend all of you try it.