Africa time American holidays are funny in Africa baby Gonzo beachin' it up beat dook beef jerky is delicious birthday love bizzle bluegrass bucket list by popular request call me nurse Call out Connie carolina girls really are the best in the world carrboro is for townies chapel thrill crack in your coffee culture shock D.C. darn it why is there still glitter everywhere Debbie Downer came to town delicious grubbing derby DUSON eve excited anyway fan club flashback friday FOFP friendiversary G and G gettin' lucky in Kentucky gone to carolina in my mind good books Haiti Happy Holidays hash heart carolina i am a tar heel i heart mountains I'm a child of the Disney generation I'm coming home in review in roy we trust insufficient gratitude jet set across America KCMC keeping it local Kelly G-love kilimanjaro kvetch Liles make me smile love Louisville Love NC Lulu making new memories with old friends Materuni waterfalls meg and bex music makes my ears smile my dad is superman new2lou Obama pediatric nurse practitioner playing outside post secret red river gorge resource-limited medicine ridiculously unprepared safari njema school of life Shakori sharing the love shout outs skipping town soap box song of the week sorry i'm not sorry stand up for what's right Sunday Funday swahili kidogo Tanzania Tekoa the dirty D the life of a twenty something time to put my big girl pants on tobacco road townie love TZ pics unc bball is a dynasty UofL viral video woo hoo it's my birthday xoxo zebras

Friday, July 29, 2011

On Southern Hospitality


It's the way I was raised and it seems so natural to me, but I have learned that Southern Hospitality is a learned behavior for those of us below the Mason Dixon line.

My mother is a Southern Belle, born in Alabama and raised in North Carolina with very traditional values, which she has since instilled in me. Southern hospitality does not stop with welcoming someone into your home and serving them overcooked vegetables on your fine china (or if you're me then it's second hand Ikea china and mason jars), but it also includes being a gracious guest.

There are a few things that are especially important that I learned from my mother:
-Never show up empty handed. You always need a hostess gift. I still take a gift even when I'm going to my best friend's house to watch Monday night reality television.
-Always volunteer to help with meals, even if you are turned down, at least you offered.
-Be the first to stand up to clear the table.
-Sirs, ma'ams, yes pleases, and no thank yous go a long way.
-Keep your guest space tidy and don't make additional work for your host.
-Strip the bed of dirty sheets when you leave and hang your wet towel appropriately.
-Always send a thank you note.

Gosh I'm glad I'm Southern.

Sunday, July 24, 2011

It's official


I got my KY license and tags! I'm a resident of the Bluegrass State!

Things I love about my job

- wearing scrubs and keeping my "real life clothes" for more exciting social occasions
- rocking my kicks instead of uncomfortable dressy shoes
- seeing healthy children with acute illnesses
- having the support of my attendings and colleagues who love to teach
- working in a place where they believe in the power and knowledge of nurse practitioners
- being a part of an academic institution that encourages research
- getting everyone who walks in the door, whether wealthy or on medicaid, and being able to treat them regardless of socioeconomic status
- working with other people who love children and are light-hearted and fun
- the other NP's
- the schedule (after 8.5 hours, i get to go home and have a LIFE)
- the free food that comes with being a provider
- hearing thank you from distraught parents
- shaking my head at the ridiculous things that children do

In some ways I can begin to understand why people become workaholics. Because if you love your job this much, then being there seems like you're just hanging out with your friends.

Thursday, July 14, 2011

Happy Bastille day Meg!

Meg,
Today is a big day. No, it's not the commemorative celebration of the storming of a French fortress which symbolizes the uprising of the modern European nation... It's your BIRTHDAY!

You're a girl worth celebrating. And although we're not together to celebrate your birthday in person, I will celebrate you because I am so lucky to have you in my life. You were a friend that came around with perfect timing and you were exactly the kind of baller that I needed to roll with. I've learned so much from you.

Let's take a quick look at the lessons from Meg P:

You're always down to chill with the locals, do as the Romans do, and put it to the face... literally!

You believe that good friends are the best medicine. You're one of the most dedicated friends (to me and so many others) that I have ever met. I know our friendship will last a lifetime.

When you roll like a baller, you make the party come to you. With a little help from your blackberry and google, a regular Friday night can turn into a raging shindig. I could not ask for a better co-founder for the GKbTE! and someone to be wayyyyy more organized than me.

You laugh hard and laugh often. You never take yourself too seriously and that's why people love to be around you-- they're laughing with you.

You stand up for what you believe in. Whether it be a fundraising/memorial event or how to express your personal epic style, you stay true to yourself. Meeting another girl who takes the world on in style is an inspiration.

I love you Meg! xoxo, a BFF, Bex



Friday, July 8, 2011

Well hello weekend

Worth my weight in beer nuts

Here is a conversation that I had at work last week. It totally made my day and made me miss Tanzania.

me: (Walking into room where a known Swahili speaker is waiting) Karibu! Habari z'asubuhi?
mama: Nzuri. Habari?
me: Nzuri sana. Pole mama.
mama: Asante.
me: Mimi ni daktari. Jina langu ni Rebecca. Na wewe?
mama: (states name)
me: Mtoto nzuri sana. Aya shida leo?
mama: (now thinking that I understand Swahili) aasfd l j;kae roifs soja ;jokvz mlksd l mvsz ldljfoiku sl;kkjafpokaf ;l a al;adf l jreojfc;lkj fe;o f oijfa hlksedl jkfa ;lj f fljfewoijeopmjn
me: (turning to the physician whose patient it was) you're going to need the interpreter phone.

Sunday, July 3, 2011

P.S.

Post secret must know that when it rains it pours, and it's been a heavy week from multiple fronts.

I didn't write this one either:
On back: I hope you had the strength and courage to face your dreams.

Friends,

I promise I didn't write that. All of my eclectic weird possessions were acquired in legitimate ways... like from junk piles on the side of the road.