Didn't I just see you yesterday?

When I am with my closest friends, it is as if no time has passed and we pick up right where we left off. It's like you saw a matinee movie on a Tuesday afternoon and now it is Wednesday morning, and you're chatting over coffee about your date with your latest beau the night before.

So let's pretend that my post 361 days ago was Saturday night when I was dressed up in heels ready to hit the town, and now it's Sunday morning and my mascara has dripped to my cheeks and my hair resembles Medusa's.

Hey blog, can I get an extra shot of espresso in that latte?

Man, my work week in the ER was so exhausting. Don't get me wrong, I really like my job, I strive to learn something new every shift, but I just found the first hole in my Dansko clogs! I stretch my brain and my feet for 12 hours every shift; and I mourn the decline of my leopard print patent leather footwear.

Yeah, I've been studying for the Miller Analogies Test in preparation to apply to graduate school. Standardized tests have never been my forte, so I'm a bit nervous. Want to be my study buddy? You always encourage me to think outside the box, even when it's conveyed in size 12 font, in the style of Georgia.

Isn't this winter weather so strange? It's nearly February and my body is finally sore from bombing down the ski hill! It's nearly February and I finally get to scope out the men who are bombing down the ski hill next to me! No, none of them have caught my eye yet; they're all 5'8" and don't have jobs.

I'm totally digging my own new apartment in downtown Boise. It has me written all over it: bright colors, sparkles and funk. And when I want to watch Pride and Prejudice over and over, I can. And I do. "Oh, dear, I cannot tease you about that. What a shame; for I dearly love to laugh," is still a personal mantra.

Beach Body Spring Break 2012 is in full swing. Sort of. West Valley Medical Center's white chocolate chip macadamia nut cookies might be my downfall. I'm hoping dreams of the sandy beaches of Cancun will be more persuasive than the seduction of butter and sugar on my tongue.

Before I've gotta go, dear blog, I want you to know that I'm a happy girl. New black satin Victoria's Secret pajamas, Sean Minor wine, receiving flowers from a patient's family, lazy movie nights with my family, a ring made out of a seashell, starting IV's with the ultrasound machine, passionate and intimate kisses, Anthropologie scented candles, and pounding the pavement in Nike running shoes to new tunes... are just a few reasons why I am a happy girl.

I'll see you tomorrow.. ;)