My very own dinosaur hood!

On Friday, mom and dad (aka the best, most supportive parents ever) drove me up to Bham for graduation weekend.

We toured all my favorite places, ate great food and saw some of my favorite people. 

Then yesterday, after a truly ridiculous amount of work stretched over two years, I graduated with my master's degree in Communication Sciences and Disorders.

One of my favorite moments from the weekend was when I gave my name to put on the wait list at Copper Hog and my dad corrected me, "that's Master Kristi." Man do I like the sound of that.

Bonus: I think my hood made look like a dinosaur.

Almost Perfect

Man, life is good.

Today I was driving "the back way" home along some pretty fantastic country roads with the windows down and the radio blasting and I was thinking about just how good I have it. No more homework, loads of free-time, living close to my family, wonderful husband who loves me (and who I am so proud of!), great friends, fantastic house, even better roommate and my first work/school free summer in about a decade looming right around the corner.*

There is only one thing missing...

This song came on the radio and I thought to myself, that would be nice.

Love you husband!

*This list is in no particular order (just free flowing here guys)

A ten-day visit

Sandstone Cliff

Once again, I have fallen behind.  Quick update on my life.

•  I have a full week-and-a-half of internship under my belt. I like it a lot. It has been a taste of the real life expectations of a Speech-Language Pathologist. Basically the documentation is a thousand times easier to the point where it is almost non-existent (a welcome change.)
• I received two job offers last week (!?!?!) and I have been on top of the world ever since. 
• Peter is coming to visit in exactly one week. If it is possible for a person to die of excitement then I might not even make to next Saturday.
• I have been painting the last three weekends in a row. First my room, then my bathroom, and finally (today) Ali and I conquered the stairwells (ridiculously high ceilings,) the upstairs living area, and the downstairs bathroom-all in a one-day,10.5-hour marathon. The house looks completely different than it did three weeks ago. Other news, I may not be able to get out of bed tomorrow morning as once again, painting has tried to morph me into a contortionist.

On that note, I owe you some pictures. Here are pictures of my bedroom and bathroom. I decided to paint both rooms Sandstone Cliff, perhaps better known as light green. 

               Bedroom

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             Bathroom

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What do you think?

New and Improved!

Here are the fabulous before-and-afters, as promised. Again, I had practically no part in this (other than picking out paint,) it was all due to the talent and motivation of my lovely cousin/roommate Ali.
Note: The color shows up a lot whiter in the photos than in real-life, it really is more of a beige.

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 Yep, I came home and downstairs the crayola-explosion walls were all beigified. Not to mention the coffee table my dad liberated from the ditch circa 1992 was sanded down (it used to have "Brett" carved in it) and stained, there were new-to-us couches, two new rugs and a new TV stand. I am really digging the change.

What do you guys think?

Things you missed...

Hello friends,

Once again, things are happening faster than I am. To catch you up, in the last three weeks I..

• Finished my last academic term of grad school 
• Turned the apartment keys over to Girl #2 and her boyfriend 
• Bummed around in Germany for a week
• Came home to a new-and-improved beigified downstairs living space (god bless you cousin/roommate Ali)
• Had my first job interview (nailed it)
• Scheduled my second job interview
• Started my internship

Jet-lag got me up at 4:45am this morning and jet-lag has been getting me down since about 2pm, so I am going to keep this brief.

Here is a spattering of pictures from my trip to Germany (and a tiny bit of Amsterdam.)

Amsterdam

Monika-one of my lovely hosts

Hartwig-my other lovely host

Bonnie-My fearless travel companion

The Witte Haus

Sleeping quarters

Church in Osnabruk

Steffen-my favorite german/long lost friend

House in Osnabruk

Recognize this guy?

Schloss Buckeburg

Bonnie and her entourage

 

Kuchen

My cousin Kirsten and her adorable son Dylan

Kirsten in front of her house in Amstelveen

Stay tuned, tomorrow I am planning on posting blow-your-mind before-and-after pictures of the downstairs of my new place. Don't even pretend you don't want to see them, after two days this post was launched to my third most popular slot . Busted, either you guys really like home decorating, or you are stalking me and want to use the exterior shot to triangulate my position (I got a little creeped out writing that.)

Okay, this jet-lagged young lady is calling it a day.