<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><?xml-stylesheet href="http://www.blogger.com/styles/atom.css" type="text/css"?><feed xmlns='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0'><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148</id><updated>2012-02-16T01:09:59.876-08:00</updated><title type='text'>The Blog-Tastic Adventures of KG</title><subtitle type='html'>..Choose to chance the rapids
and dare to dance the tide... -GB</subtitle><link rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default?max-results=100'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/'/><link rel='hub' href='http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><generator version='7.00' uri='http://www.blogger.com'>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>21</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>100</openSearch:itemsPerPage><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-3703498309862574896</id><published>2010-03-23T18:31:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2010-03-23T18:47:35.396-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Always in my heart...</title><content type='html'>Well, I'm a little past due for this current post.  I had full intentions of writing it up on his day, the anniversary of his passing, but unfortunately my computer had some gliches occur and then life got busy.  I wanted to dedicate this post to my Papa, Irving.  A man with a strong mind and warm heart.  I will forever hold an image of his handsome face in my head; big smile, sky blue eyes, and clean-shaven face.  He rarely lead a conversation, but when he did have something to say, you better be listening b/c it was the best advice/words of wisdom anyone could offer.  I often find that my brother is very similar to him that sense.  And, reflecting back, I can see a little piece of him in everyone...my aunts/uncles, parents, siblings, and cousins.  I still, to this date, get chocked up when mentioning his name and still have a hard time seeing his flannel coats hanging on the coat rack in my grandparent's house.  He really was a beautiful person.  He made sure that all of his grandchildren knew just how much he loved us and continued to smile up until the very last day I said goodbye to him. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;He was the only grandfather I had, but he made up for every Papa out there and I could never see myself loving any other grandfather as much as I loved him.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Papa, I love you and will always carry a piece of you in my heart...I miss you even more everyday and may you always rest in peace. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;"A Papa is someone with silver in their hair and gold in their hearts."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-3703498309862574896?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3703498309862574896/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/always-in-my-heart.html#comment-form' title='0 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/3703498309862574896'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/3703498309862574896'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/always-in-my-heart.html' title='Always in my heart...'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>0</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-1275484348393642348</id><published>2010-03-06T11:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-03-06T11:50:09.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Mexico...rich in spirit, love, and freedom</title><content type='html'>Well kids, it's official...my next work assignment is in Farmington, New Mexico.  It's located in the Northwest part of the state and nestled within the San Juan River Valley.  This adorable town is within sight of the San Juan mountains in Colorado and the deserts of Arizona and Utah.  It's also located within the 4 Corners, so I am only a step away from some wonderful and exciting outdoor rec activities and beautiful sights!  I will be working at an acute neuro rehab facility where most of my patients are of Native American descent--so cool!  This town is surrounded by a few Indian Reservations; thus allowing me to be exposed to a fascinating new culture!  After a short trip home to Maine, I will be starting early May and ending my time there the last week in July. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am also thrilled to have the opportunity to be re-connected with some of my "East coast friends."  I have a good friend living in Durango, one in Flagstaff, AZ, and Santa  Fe...all within short driving distances.   So, off I go again...time to pull out the boxes and pack Jackie the Jetta up again...pray for safe travels next month!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-1275484348393642348?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1275484348393642348/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-mexicorich-in-spirit-love-and.html#comment-form' title='5 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/1275484348393642348'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/1275484348393642348'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2010/03/new-mexicorich-in-spirit-love-and.html' title='New Mexico...rich in spirit, love, and freedom'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>5</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-2072577612559027190</id><published>2010-02-22T16:52:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-22T17:38:50.892-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Distance makes the heart grow fonder....</title><content type='html'>Within this past week, I've been forced to reflect a little bit on my life and where it's headed from here on out. I went all the way back to the day that I decided to start doing traveling occupational therapy. I remember it being one of the hardest decisions to leave a wonderful job at MGH in Boston and leave all my amazing friends and family. I was determined to leave my comfort zone, to explore exciting places, meet new people, be challenged again both in my job and within myself, and of course make a little bit more money (the traveling agency pays for your rent). I remember a friend asking me if I really thought I could do it and of course, I stubbornly stated, "Yea, of course I can, why wouldn't I?" Seven months later, I would love for someone to ask me that same question again, because I am not so confident in my initial answer anymore. I say this for several reasons...one being that I miss my precious godson more than anything right now! He is at such a fun age and I do not want to have a relationship with him via telephone. Two, I miss my family more than I could have ever imagined...I wish I could see their faces when I am talking to them and have their hugs when I need one. Three, I miss the 4 seasons and the beautiful ocean view and salty smell. Four, I never expected to fall madly in love with a Texan and now that I have, I struggle with him being 7 hours away from me. And lastly, I miss my friends. No one can ever replace my Maine and Boston friends. I wonder why I am suddenly having such a hard time, but what I do know is that I am do not enjoy being so far away from the people I love the most in my life. &lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;So...after talking with my amazing and very supportive boyfriend, whom always manages to create that light at the end of the tunnel for me, he encouraged me to look at past photos. So I did, and I wanted to share with you all just some of my favorites:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;*I love this first picture of my parents and I because we look so happy and it's probably one of the few pictures we have of just us, especially recently! I am so blessed to have such loving and supportive parents! The second picture is of Cole and I this past summer. I was so happy to have the opportunity to take a month off in between jobs. It allowed me to spend a lot of time with Cole and learn about him all over again. This was our first swimming date. The third photo is of my grandparents first meeting Cole. I love this photo the most b/c of my Papa's big smile! That is one thing I miss most and love about him to this day! The fourth picture is one of me and some of my closest girlfriends from college...Liz, Courtney, Lisa, and Megan. I have been so blessed to have found such amazing girlfriends who have been nothing but amazing to me over the last 9 to 10 years of knowing each other! This, is unfortunately one of the last photos I have of all of us together. We went skiing in NH for a weekend for my friend Courtney and Megan's bday. The fifth picture is of my boyfriend, Michael and I. I had never traveled to Texas for my first travel assignment, I would have never met him. He has allowed me to trust and love again. Because of him, I am smiling more... Lastly, this picture reminds me of why I am doing this traveling therapy.  There are endless opportunities and beautiful places to see and one will never be able to experience them until you move outside of your bubble...&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 308px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 196px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441241145291153314" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S4Mr_iJRn6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/fWgrH49YYCE/s320/My+parents+and+I.jpg" /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 214px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441240207470652258" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S4MrI8fca2I/AAAAAAAAAHg/RY0u5jA6j9c/s320/Cole+and+I+swimming.jpg" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 321px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 205px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441239534326808722" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S4Mqhw1cgJI/AAAAAAAAAHY/rKj5VhMfEK0/s320/Cole+Meeting+Great+Grandparents.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441243486241439570" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S4MuHy3UP1I/AAAAAAAAAHw/9UQhqTvblYA/s320/100_0651.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441244915231476722" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S4Mva-RFy_I/AAAAAAAAAH4/26d8OmJ5gGU/s320/CIMG0605.JPG" /&gt; &lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5441246137155085538" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S4MwiGSYZOI/AAAAAAAAAIA/iRxGVKIYVmY/s320/CIMG0348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;p&gt;&lt;/p&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-2072577612559027190?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2072577612559027190/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2010/02/distance-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/2072577612559027190'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/2072577612559027190'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2010/02/distance-makes-heart-grow-fonder.html' title='Distance makes the heart grow fonder....'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S4Mr_iJRn6I/AAAAAAAAAHo/fWgrH49YYCE/s72-c/My+parents+and+I.jpg' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-6263228148317168113</id><published>2010-02-08T16:43:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-02-08T16:52:58.253-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Superbowl...ranks 2nd for amount of food Americans eat</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S3CxIyBRXyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tpXsofACqa0/s1600-h/CIMG0604.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436039514660364066" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S3CxIyBRXyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tpXsofACqa0/s320/CIMG0604.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S3CxCx4hU_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/vUTbqs81TDY/s1600-h/CIMG0603.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5436039411544445938" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S3CxCx4hU_I/AAAAAAAAAHI/vUTbqs81TDY/s320/CIMG0603.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Crazy huh? The first being Thanksgiving, obviously. But I can totally see why. Michael came to visit me for the weekend and for the superbowl we got all excited about cooking, that we overcooked without even realizing it. After expending all the energy during our cookfest, I found myself not wanting food after only eating 4 stuffed mushrooms. But, I was able to try some new recipes which I am happy about--so I have included some photos. We made sausage stuffed mushrooms (Texans eat EVERYTHING with either steak, sausage, or bacon), mini hotdogs wrapped in bacon and rolled in brown sugar, and 7-layer Taco dip! Needless to say, I sent home all the leftovers with Michael b/c we all know I have absolutely NO self-control. Besides, he can afford to get chubby, I can't. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I was happy to see the Saints win, I will admit.  It was nice to see New Orleans have something to celebrate, especially after Hurricane Katrina.  Although I didn't really watch too much of the game, b/c I was falling asleep every other quarter, I was able to wake up towards the very end to see the outcome.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;What is your favorite Superbowl food?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-6263228148317168113?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6263228148317168113/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2010/02/superbowlranks-2nd-for-amount-of-food.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/6263228148317168113'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/6263228148317168113'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2010/02/superbowlranks-2nd-for-amount-of-food.html' title='Superbowl...ranks 2nd for amount of food Americans eat'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S3CxIyBRXyI/AAAAAAAAAHQ/tpXsofACqa0/s72-c/CIMG0604.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-4704530470114045883</id><published>2010-01-14T16:54:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-14T17:16:06.904-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Slight change in plans kids...</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;Michael and I on NYE in Austin&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S0-9Nqu8qXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ITazHe-uxYg/s1600-h/CIMG0540.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426764118511888754" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S0-9Nqu8qXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ITazHe-uxYg/s320/CIMG0540.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Best burger joint in Texas: Alamo Springs Cafe...where they have hand crafted burgers with over 10 toppings to choose from!&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S0-9GOULgjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YmBaaFakdjk/s1600-h/CIMG0541.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5426763990624338482" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S0-9GOULgjI/AAAAAAAAAG4/YmBaaFakdjk/s320/CIMG0541.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; So how did y'all spend your New Years?  I spent it without work for 4 days, at an Improv Comedy show in Austin, and then finished it off the next day with a football game and then traveled to one of the top Texas burger joints in Texas!  Yes, i've gained probably 8 lbs since I've moved down here but I'M HAPPY!  I never crave red meat, let alone burgers, but the second I walked into this little cafe, my mouth began watering and before you knew it, I was shoving a 1/2 lb burger in my mouth.  I topped it off with Jalapenos, avocado, bacon, and cheese! Yes, I know, it's a heart attack waiting to happen and I could literally feel my arteries clogging but I did this traveling OT gig to explore and experience new places and to be honest, I have  no regrets about eating that massive burger!  The other little picture that I have posted is of my lovely, charming, and handsome boyfriend, Michael.  I know, same name as my Dad, my best guy friend, and middle name of my precious nephew and darling little brother.  So why not bring another Michael into the mix?  I love this picture of us b/c we look so happy and excited!  And to be honest, it was probably one of the best New Years that I have ever had!  He has such a tender heart and is probably the best thing that has happened to me in a long time...well besides becoming an Aunt; my little nephew/godson will always be number 1...well, until I have my own children (sorry Jenn, but I'm sure you understand!).  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Aside from all of that, I did want y'all to know that I will be extending my contract here in TX until April 23rd.  I was offered an extension with the hospital and after careful consideration, I accepted.  I have really been wanting to get to CO for the spring/summer but for some reason, there has not been a lot of openings for traveling therapists.  So, since my company is having a difficult time finding work in CO for me, I thought it would be safe to stick with Peterson Memorial while giving my company more time to search.  I am not complaining, but I was really looking forward to another change of scenary and pace of life...so in the meantime, I 'll just continue to eat massive burgers at my new favorite burger joint!  All for now and much love from the hill country of Texas!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-4704530470114045883?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4704530470114045883/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/slight-change-in-plans-kids.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/4704530470114045883'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/4704530470114045883'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/slight-change-in-plans-kids.html' title='Slight change in plans kids...'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S0-9Nqu8qXI/AAAAAAAAAHA/ITazHe-uxYg/s72-c/CIMG0540.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-9138558534892837722</id><published>2010-01-06T15:55:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2010-01-06T18:49:56.887-08:00</updated><title type='text'>New Year, New Beginnings...</title><content type='html'>Grammie, Jenn, Trent and I Xmas Eve&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S0UkCG1Y0GI/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6LcMy-wEs8/s1600-h/Grammie+and+kids.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423780944850505826" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S0UkCG1Y0GI/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6LcMy-wEs8/s320/Grammie+and+kids.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;                                                          Cole and I at Giles Xmas Party&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S0Uj8EnSiBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/XUKlMe17TLw/s1600-h/Cole+and+Kristi+12-24-09+Cole+in+snow+001%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423780841175287826" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S0Uj8EnSiBI/AAAAAAAAAGA/XUKlMe17TLw/s320/Cole+and+Kristi+12-24-09+Cole+in+snow+001%5B1%5D.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S0UjazEujnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/I8m2jMmekjI/s1600-h/CIMG0502.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5423780269531238002" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S0UjazEujnI/AAAAAAAAAF4/I8m2jMmekjI/s320/CIMG0502.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;Wow, it has been some time since I last wrote, and I apologize.  But as you can all relate, the holidays are always a busy time for all.  I was lucky enough to fly home for Christmas and stay for a week!  I knew I missed home the second my little  "puddle jumper" of a plane landed in Portland and I felt tears running down my cheeks.  I never thought I would be so excited to see white grounds and muddy slush, but I was!  It ended up being a long and tiresome, yet exciting day for me--Aside from the TWO layovers and crammed airplane seats, I made it home just in time for the annual Giles Family/Friends Christmas Party.  I would say that it was our biggest turnout this year and looooongest...people stayed until the early morning hours...which was fun and of course, welcomed, but I had been up for 24 hours by that time. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It was so nice to be home and spend some quality time with my family, boothbay friends, Boston friends (I was able to make a day trip to my old stomping grounds) and of course my precious, nephew whom I miss dearly.  I never thought I could love a little man so much as I do Cole.  It was so fun to learn about him all over again while I was home.  It's so amazing how 3 months changes one person.  I applaud my sister and brother-in-law for being such fabulous parents to a very ACTIVE little toddler.  You can see in the picture above that he loves cell phones and has the chubbiest cheeks--both of which I think he inherited from his Auntie! haha.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;One thing that I had really wanted to do while I was home was go visit my grandfather's grave.  The stone had not been placed by the time I left Boothbay in September so I was pretty eager to see it when I got home for the holidays.  I went to visit him with my parents on the very next day that I was home, which happened to be the first snowfall that I had experienced this winter.  The gray stone and blanket of white snow created such a beautiful contrast that his name was shining brightly.  It was a short, but very sweet visit.  I finally felt closure...everything was complete...The stone had a picture of his favorite German Shepherd standing next to a tree, which demonstrates his love for both animals and the outdoors.  I still think about him nearly everyday b/c everytime I have an older gentleman as a patient, each and everyone one of them carries a trait that my Papa had.  It is almost as if his spirit is living through each of them, which makes me smile everytime. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I never thought I would say this, but after a week of being home, I was pretty excited to head back to Texas.  I just absolutely love my job right now and the people that I have met along the way.  I only have about 5 more weeks left here and am excited to see where everything takes me next.  I am looking into an assignment in Colorado...so hopefully within the next week or so, I will find out.  I am so grateful for so many things right now and when reflecting back to this past summer, I am so happy I decided to make this change in my career.  The southwest is a gorgeous area and I encourage all to visit at some point in their life!  So from my lil apartment in Texas to all your homes, Happy 2010! May this year bring exciting opportunities and fill your hearts with warmth and happiness!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S0UjD0bZgvI/AAAAAAAAAFw/gmA1CUQIg_s/s1600-h/CIMG0500.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-9138558534892837722?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/9138558534892837722/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-beginnings.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/9138558534892837722'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/9138558534892837722'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2010/01/new-year-new-beginnings.html' title='New Year, New Beginnings...'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/S0UkCG1Y0GI/AAAAAAAAAGI/p6LcMy-wEs8/s72-c/Grammie+and+kids.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-331333496838906201</id><published>2009-12-16T17:02:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-16T17:21:21.011-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Holidays and Welcome 2010!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SymD-7pdKWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/eYdUYMzVGaE/s1600-h/CIMG0493.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416005144076429666" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SymD-7pdKWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/eYdUYMzVGaE/s320/CIMG0493.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SymD5Urm2hI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BRSoCYrLR5k/s1600-h/CIMG0492.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5416005047717124626" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SymD5Urm2hI/AAAAAAAAAFg/BRSoCYrLR5k/s320/CIMG0492.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I have found it harder for me to get into the Christmas spirit this year and I think it's because I am so far away from my friends and family and I have yet to see snow of course!  When I lived in Boston, it was very convienant for me to drive home in just 3 short hours and enjoy seeing my  mom's xmas decorations and taste test her yummy holiday treats! There is a fabulous woman at work that has decorated the rehab gym and xmas carols have been playing in the gym during therapy sessions with our patients, which has helped a bit, but it is just not the same.  About a week ago, my wonderful Christmas Angel of a mother sent me a homemade xmas wreath from Maine and I became all nostalgic once I opened the box and smelled that wonderful country pine!  And recently, I made a Rocky Road Fudge for a staff Christmas party which helped me a re-direct my attention back to the holiday season...but as I look around my apt now and do not have one ounce of Christmas decoration displayed, I am sad to be so far away.  So, to fill my void, I ate fudge...comfort food always makes me feel warm and happy again! haha  Above is a picture of my creation! It was the easiest recipe and may become one of my favorite for fudge.  I have enclosed the recipe:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Rocky Road Fudge&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;&lt;/strong&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*12 oz package semi-sweet toll house morsels&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*1 can of carnations sweetened condensed milk&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*1 teaspoon vanilla extract&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*3 cups of mini marshmellows&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*1.5  cups of chopped walnuts&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Directions:&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*in a microwavable bowl, melt chocolate and condensed milk in microwave for 1 min&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*mix with a spoon and continue to heat up in 15 sec intervals until mixture melted and smooth&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*fold in marshmellows and walnut and place in a 13x9 in baking pan lined with waxed paper&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;*refrigerate until hardened and ready to serve&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="left"&gt;Enjoy the recipe and wish you all a very Merry Christmas and exciting 2010 filled with a lot of love, happiness, and new adventures!  I fly in from Texas this Saturday (19th) and hope to catch some of you while I"m home for a week...and I can guarantee you that by the time I step my foot off that plane, I will be in the holiday spirit!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SymDQNmH3FI/AAAAAAAAAFY/fnXOw1cTBs0/s1600-h/Cole+xmas+2009+Tree+020%5B1%5D.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-331333496838906201?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/331333496838906201/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays-and-welcome-2010.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/331333496838906201'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/331333496838906201'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/happy-holidays-and-welcome-2010.html' title='Happy Holidays and Welcome 2010!'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SymD-7pdKWI/AAAAAAAAAFo/eYdUYMzVGaE/s72-c/CIMG0493.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-6546765821914966955</id><published>2009-12-09T17:19:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-12-09T17:40:14.968-08:00</updated><title type='text'>A little trip West...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SyBRMbHNzRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MtE_ZWE7DPw/s1600-h/CIMG0467.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413416025977638162" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SyBRMbHNzRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MtE_ZWE7DPw/s320/CIMG0467.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SyBRAJCmriI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TprvvAoAIOM/s1600-h/CIMG0441.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413415814968028706" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SyBRAJCmriI/AAAAAAAAAFE/TprvvAoAIOM/s320/CIMG0441.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SyBQy9VBQMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7yW0YJa7-k0/s1600-h/CIMG0348.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413415588485742786" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SyBQy9VBQMI/AAAAAAAAAE8/7yW0YJa7-k0/s320/CIMG0348.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SyBQrVIqVpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dq8XPB4A5C8/s1600-h/CIMG0330.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413415457437406866" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SyBQrVIqVpI/AAAAAAAAAE0/dq8XPB4A5C8/s320/CIMG0330.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SyBQmsDMqVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/q5yuS7B5YBI/s1600-h/CIMG0334.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5413415377689160018" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SyBQmsDMqVI/AAAAAAAAAEs/q5yuS7B5YBI/s320/CIMG0334.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; I apologize yet again for not "blogging" more frequently, but the last few weeks, let alone weekends have been crammed with activities. Not that I'm complaining by no means, but I am sure all of you are getting bored with looking at the same post week after week. So cheers to a new one right now!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I recently flew to Sedona, AZ this past weekend to spend time with a very dear friend of mine from college. I have not seen him in over a year and even during that time, we barely had the time to catch up and really spend quality time together. Before that year, it had been nearly 2 years since I had seen him. So, I'm thankful we had a good, solid, 4 days together to really get to know each other all over again. He has been traveling all over the world within the past 3 years as an engineer and am quite envious that he has been to nearly 40 countries. So, needless to say, our conversations were full of exciting stories. He is so talented, carefree, intelligent, caring, and fun that I left the trip being soooo thankful for the fact that him and I have managed to keep in touch. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, I flew into Phoenix on Thursday night and we spent the night there and then woke up early Friday to head to Sedona. We were supposed to head to the Grand Canyon Saturday night but I loved Sedona so much that we ended up staying Saturday night too! We did everything from bar hopping to listen to live, local music, art gallery viewing, hiking, mountain biking, wine tasting, fire pit sitting to roast s'mores and play the guitar, and EAT! I experienced the best bruschetta I have ever had (I have been eating bruschetta, and a lot of it since I could chew!), most amazing Greek food, fantastic lunches, and delicious Arizona wine! So, yes, I flew back on Sunday tired, yet refreshed and content! I strongly advise that EVERYONE visit Sedona at least once in their lifetime! The best times to visit are during the late fall, March, and May, because the tourists visit the most during the late spring/summer months. We stayed at the Red Agave Adventure Resort &lt;a href="http://www.redagaveresort.com/"&gt;http://www.redagaveresort.com/&lt;/a&gt; , which is situated in the base of Sedona's red rocks. They offer mountain biking for free and I won't forget to mention that they have 2 spas, swimming pool, and an amazing fire pit that is lit nightly! One activity that you MUST participate in is the Pink Jeep Tours! I have included a picture above! &lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway...Sedona is amazing and I hope that you all get a chance to make it out there because the opportunities are endless and the scenary is breathtaking!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;I see a future travel OT assignment in the near future...maybe...perhaps?&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-6546765821914966955?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6546765821914966955/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-trip-west.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/6546765821914966955'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/6546765821914966955'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/12/little-trip-west.html' title='A little trip West...'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SyBRMbHNzRI/AAAAAAAAAFM/MtE_ZWE7DPw/s72-c/CIMG0467.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-6554393403800656977</id><published>2009-11-25T18:25:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-25T19:08:08.953-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Happy Thanksgiving from Texas!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/Sw3pjylqBwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kkXAStnk35w/s1600/Family+photo+%2709.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 214px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5408235528626243330" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/Sw3pjylqBwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kkXAStnk35w/s320/Family+photo+%2709.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; As I sit in my apartment tonight, the eve before Thanksgiving day...I think about all the many things I am thankful for in life. It is so easy to go about our day in a fast forward motion, that we often forget to stop and tell someone how much we appreciate them or even count our blessings. So here is what I am thankful for:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;ul&gt;&lt;li&gt;First and foremost, &lt;strong&gt;my wonderful family&lt;/strong&gt;...&lt;strong&gt;Dad&lt;/strong&gt;, for his big smile, constant support, love for my mom and siblings, and happiness that he brings to the family; &lt;strong&gt;Mom&lt;/strong&gt;, for her huge heart, love for my Dad, siblings, and godson, ability to stay strong in every situation, tremendous work ethic, and amazing cooking skills; &lt;strong&gt;Jenn&lt;/strong&gt;, for always being there for me no matter what day or time, for bringing such a beautiful and wonderful nephew into my life, being an amazing role model to both my brother and I, and always supporting me and my crazy life decisions; and &lt;strong&gt;Trent&lt;/strong&gt;, for making me view life from a different angle, see the smaller things in life that are important, always being there to share a good laugh, and being supportive in every situation; and &lt;strong&gt;Buster&lt;/strong&gt;, our fat and happy yellow lab...for bringing so much happiness into our family, especially my dad's and Trent's and most certainly, my late grandfather's.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;My &lt;strong&gt;beautiful friends&lt;/strong&gt;...I won't list them all b/c it will take all day and you know who you are!  I have gained something from each friendship that I have formed in my life.  At least one of you have lifted me up from the ground and pushed me to stand taller, told me how beautiful I am, taught me to love myself more, encouraged and/or motivated me to try  new hobbies or activities, laughed so hard with me that our cheeks hurt, challenged me, been that shoulder or ear I needed to listen when I cried for hours, pushed me to take risks and not be sooo responsible all the time, b/c we learn from our mistakes, danced with me until my hips hurt, did something you did not want to do but did b/c I wanted to...for all of the reasons above, I am thankful for my friends.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;My health...&lt;/strong&gt;I have been lucky to have been blessed with good health thus far.  Within this past year, I worked my butt off to lose 20 lbs...and I still have more to go!  Everyday has been a struggle for me...b/c I tend to be an emotional eater.  I can have very poor self-control at times too, especially when it involves summer BBQ food, cake, christmas delights, and cocktails to unwind with.  But, when I hear other people's stories that are in their late 20's, I count myself lucky that I have never had to have a major surgery, never broken a bone, never had a cavity, worn glasses, never had braces (but i did have a horrible palate expander that traumatized me), or encountered any major illnesses as of yet.  &lt;/li&gt;&lt;li&gt;&lt;strong&gt;Lastly, my job&lt;/strong&gt;...I love being an occupational therapist!  I feel lucky that everyday I am able to improve one's quality of life by providing them with the skills necessary for living, whether it's giving a patient a reacher/grabber to help them put their pants on b/c their broken hip will not allow them to reach their leg past 90 degrees, or simply giving a patient an adaptive cup so they can drink their juice b/c their arms are paralyzed...I feel blessed.&lt;/li&gt;&lt;/ul&gt;&lt;p&gt;So enjoy your day tomorrow and please take a moment to tell someone how much you appreciate them...&lt;/p&gt;&lt;p&gt;Much love from Texas and Happy Thanksgiving Day!&lt;/p&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-6554393403800656977?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/6554393403800656977/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving-from-texas.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/6554393403800656977'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/6554393403800656977'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/happy-thanksgiving-from-texas.html' title='Happy Thanksgiving from Texas!'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/Sw3pjylqBwI/AAAAAAAAAEk/kkXAStnk35w/s72-c/Family+photo+%2709.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-4736711816542778026</id><published>2009-11-17T19:22:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-17T19:48:10.705-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Nothing strikes fear in Texans like a Yankee with a U-Haul...</title><content type='html'>After living in the 2nd largest state in America for nearly 8 weeks (Texas, if you didn't already know)...I've heard numerous jokes about Yankees.  I think the first thing that comes out of anyone's mouth is, "You're not from around here are you?"  I'm currently residing in the Hill Country of Texas, also known as "Anti-Yankeeville."  Prior to living in HIll Country, I was living in Redneck-ville...also another Anti-Yankee territory.  I have yet to live in the cities where cultures blend, people are more open minded and liberal.  I lived in that for 3.5 years, which is why I'm thankful for being placed in the rural towns, because I've gained a whole new perspective on things and appreciate how hard these folks work down here.  I've learned, that really, the only difference between a Southerner and a Yankee is the manners, the weather, and the food.  The people in the south address everyone as "Yes/No Ma'am" or "Yes/No Sir."  No one ever "cusses" down here, as the southerners would say vs. "swearing." Also, the younger men and of course older gentleman open all doors for you and allow you to get off the elevator before they do.  I think the last time a guy did that for me was my Dad.    Furthermore, NO ONE ever honks their horn, lets you cross the street, and does not have road rage.  So, yes, the southerners are more well-mannered than us Yankees.  The weather, well the Northeast wins there.  I love nothing more than having 4 seasons.  We have the beautiful coastline too and gorgeous moutains.  The south, well they have large bugs, flat land (for the most part), a lot of road kill, a lot of humidity, tons of rain in the fall, and tornados!  The food, well now, that's a tough one...I love Mexican food.  You cannot get good, spicey, authentic Mexican food in the  Northeast.  It is all American-ized.  Even the chain Mexican restaurants down here have better food than the same chain restaurant up North.  The food is full of fat and who doesn't like fattening food?  It's comfort and makes me feel warm and fuzzy inside and then horrible when I'm trying to run it off on the treadmill the next morning.  Whenever I reach for milk at the grocery store, the skim milk on the shelf is overflowing and the whole milk is almost gone!  But when I think back to living in the Northeast, I feel as though we have many different types of food that they just cannot master down here...like homemade Apple pie with Macintosh apples (they do not exist down here), Italian food, good quality beer, sushi, Thai food, and organic produce (the word organic does not exist down here!).  I could go on and on, so yes, the Yankees win for this category too.  So looking back on this post, I guess the Yankees do still kick butt...&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;My car hasn't been keyed yet, so I guess I'm fitting in pretty well or just keeping my mouth shut so the local folks do not hear my voice that lacks a thick, strong accent.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-4736711816542778026?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/4736711816542778026/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothing-strikes-fear-in-texans-like.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/4736711816542778026'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/4736711816542778026'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/nothing-strikes-fear-in-texans-like.html' title='Nothing strikes fear in Texans like a Yankee with a U-Haul...'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-3306797346287401382</id><published>2009-11-11T18:13:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-11T18:33:11.471-08:00</updated><title type='text'>This is why I became an Occupational Therapist...</title><content type='html'>I walked into work today feeling as though it was going to be a good day from the moment I woke up.  I am starting to feel comfortable with the paperwork, staff, organization of the department, and orientation of the hospital set-up.  I am also starting to realize how much I really do love acute rehab.  Your patients are with you for about 10-14 days, so it really allows you to really understand, appreciate, and watch your patients progress over that timespan.  My very first "acute rehab evaluation" was on a little 89 year old man who recently lost his wife this past October.  He fell this weekend and sustained a lumbar compression fracture.  His wife would normally help him around the house, but ever since she passed, he has had to manage everything himself.  He has managed to  hide his grief behind a big beautiful smile and jolly laugh and will constantly joke with me about how "efficient" I am and work his "bottom" off.  For an 89 year old, he is just as sharp and attentive as a young 20 year old.  He has rarely mentioned his wife to me and I have not asked questions because it is a very tender subject and situation.  So today, I was helping him with his morning routine (he is very impulsive with his rolling walker and has become very weak since he has fallen) and going about my buisiness when he told me to stop and looked at me intently with his gorgeous sky blue eyes and stated, "You know sweetheart, my wife used to help me button my shirt and get dressed but she's not here anymore." Tears quickly formed in his eyes and I didn't say anything...instead I put a hand on his shoulder and got down to his level and said, "I know, and that is why I am here...I want to help you get better so you can be back home living with your wife's memory, the way you want to." He then smiled and said, "You know, I don't know if anyone tells you this everyday, but I sure do appreciate you...your smile and the warmth of your hand just made my entire day, let alone month...i haven't felt that sense of peace since my wife passed."  Needless to say, I started to cry.  We often take too many things for granted in life.  As I was once told by someone very special to me, "Smile everyday, because you never know who is appreciating it."&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-3306797346287401382?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/3306797346287401382/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-why-i-became-occupational.html#comment-form' title='4 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/3306797346287401382'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/3306797346287401382'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/this-is-why-i-became-occupational.html' title='This is why I became an Occupational Therapist...'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>4</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-2155346316384119487</id><published>2009-11-10T17:06:00.001-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-10T17:19:48.598-08:00</updated><title type='text'>Welcome to Kerrville!</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SvoQ7Ym0ONI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3b4-TunKvVc/s1600-h/CIMG0312.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402649315387914450" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SvoQ7Ym0ONI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3b4-TunKvVc/s320/CIMG0312.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SvoOLzDPFYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ItkV-D3Z510/s1600-h/CIMG0311.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5402646298829460866" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SvoOLzDPFYI/AAAAAAAAAEU/ItkV-D3Z510/s320/CIMG0311.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Well folks, I successfully made it to my next traveling OT assignment. I love it here! Above is a picture of my apt community and lovely pool (sorry had to add that pic first for my family and friends back home that probably haven't seen an uncovered pool since maybe August? haha), which is gated access and very beautiful, as you can see! It surpasses Mrs. B's cottage by far...even though Mrs. B's cottage had a lot of character and comfort added to it, I was starting to get tired of finding dead water bugs and cockroaches in hidden spots...yes one of those lil' brats chewed a hole in my cashmere sweater!!! Let's just say, when I was packing up, I screamed when I saw the lil' bugger attached to my sweater and cried when I saw the hole shortly after! Everyone that resides here is so pleasant and welcoming! Come to find out, there are about 5 therapists that live here and are working in the same hospital as me, so it is nice to have something to relate to. My apt is also convienantly located only a mile down the street as well, which Jackie the Jetta is happy about considering she used to spin her wheels nearly 40 miles a day to work (that is a lot considering she never drove in Boston, maybe once or twice a month). In regards to the hospital, I love where I work and it's only the second day! It's an acute care/acute rehab setting, which is what I am familiar with and feel the most confident with my clinical skills. Furthermore, the department is very organized, the staff is very happy and content with their workplace, and my supervisor is superb! It's just amazing how I have gone from one extreme to the next. I still am a firm believer that things happen for a reason, and I can already think of a few reasons why I was placed in Mount Pleasant first and why I was forced to leave so early...I will not mention those reasons...but I think a few of you may know why;) I will write more later...so stay tuned.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-2155346316384119487?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2155346316384119487/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome-to-kerrville.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/2155346316384119487'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/2155346316384119487'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/welcome-to-kerrville.html' title='Welcome to Kerrville!'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SvoQ7Ym0ONI/AAAAAAAAAEc/3b4-TunKvVc/s72-c/CIMG0312.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-250530715553061286</id><published>2009-11-01T11:50:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2009-11-01T12:08:48.158-08:00</updated><title type='text'>"Now what in heck is a FLAPPER girl?" Bringing the 1920's back to Texas...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/Su3qbJSOkAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6P_BBFuMjGM/s1600-h/CIMG0276.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399229280356831234" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/Su3qbJSOkAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6P_BBFuMjGM/s320/CIMG0276.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/Su3qK-a1BJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SqLhmfC_xtM/s1600-h/CIMG0268.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 261px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 350px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5399229002562208914" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/Su3qK-a1BJI/AAAAAAAAAEE/SqLhmfC_xtM/s320/CIMG0268.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Another Halloween came and left! This year, I decided to take everyone back in time to a 1920's Flapper girl. I had a lot of fun creating the costume too! As my friend Kristen would say, "you are such a dork," but yes, I watched YouTube videos that displayed make up tutorials on how to apply 1920's-style make-up. I gained a bigger appreciation for these beautiful women after going through what I did to look the part. Flapper girls wore short skirts, bobbed their hair, listened to the new jazz music, and flaunted their disdain for what was considered acceptable behavior. They were seen by the public as brash for wearing excessive make-up, drinking, smoking, flirting, taking work outside of the home and driving automobiles, which basically challenged women's traditional social norms. Overall, a flapper was reckless, attractive, and independent (sound familiar?). This behavior redefined women's roles forever. We are the women we are today in part, because of these beautiful flapper girls! So...here i am...the finished product! I hope you all had a very safe and happy halloween and I look forward to y'alls photos as well!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-250530715553061286?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/250530715553061286/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-what-in-heck-is-flapper-girl.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/250530715553061286'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/250530715553061286'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/11/now-what-in-heck-is-flapper-girl.html' title='&quot;Now what in heck is a FLAPPER girl?&quot; Bringing the 1920&apos;s back to Texas...'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/Su3qbJSOkAI/AAAAAAAAAEM/6P_BBFuMjGM/s72-c/CIMG0276.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-2034842354166531528</id><published>2009-10-28T16:55:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T17:11:58.310-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas meets Maine Lobster Bake</title><content type='html'>&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SujdXVvxeBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/K2AN_Y7Lu1U/s1600-h/CIMG0241.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397807546447788050" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SujdXVvxeBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/K2AN_Y7Lu1U/s320/CIMG0241.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; Mmmm...Maine Lobster steamed in seaweed.  That salt water smell brought tears to my eyes, because I miss that Atlantic ocean really bad. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SujdMgf3wHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4bdeOAVHc7k/s1600-h/CIMG0252.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 240px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 320px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397807360355319922" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SujdMgf3wHI/AAAAAAAAAD0/4bdeOAVHc7k/s320/CIMG0252.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;My dear friend, Kristen and I&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SujcvBFIXDI/AAAAAAAAADs/48UBD76cJVU/s1600-h/CIMG0256.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 320px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397806853705456690" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SujcvBFIXDI/AAAAAAAAADs/48UBD76cJVU/s320/CIMG0256.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The "crew" that came out to enjoy the lobster bake, which turned into my going away party. The Dallas Cowboys jersey was ONLY worn on Sunday because I was forced into it. I'm still a NE fan, by heart!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/Sujb68z75hI/AAAAAAAAADc/TSqngZXLW-U/s1600-h/CIMG0246.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 281px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 344px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5397805959206397458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/Sujb68z75hI/AAAAAAAAADc/TSqngZXLW-U/s320/CIMG0246.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; The spread: Lobsters, marinated ribeye, potato salad, sauteed veggies, grilled corn on the cob, southern cheese biscuits&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-2034842354166531528?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2034842354166531528/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/texas-meets-maine-lobster-bake.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/2034842354166531528'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/2034842354166531528'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/texas-meets-maine-lobster-bake.html' title='Texas meets Maine Lobster Bake'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SujdXVvxeBI/AAAAAAAAAD8/K2AN_Y7Lu1U/s72-c/CIMG0241.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-1941092632925122205</id><published>2009-10-28T16:27:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-28T16:54:47.385-07:00</updated><title type='text'>7 hours southwest...</title><content type='html'>First off, I apologize for not updating my blog in some time.  As most of you may know, the last few weeks have been a little busy for me, but fun, needless to say.  Secondly, I wanted to let you all know that in just a week and a half, I will be moving, AGAIN!  Yes, I received an unexpected call from my recruiter last Thursday.  She called to tell me some "exciting news," which were her exact words.  The second she said that, I instantly thought that maybe they were able to secure the assignment I was looking to take at the end of January in Colorado; however it was the complete opposite!  The nursing home that I am working in has been struggling with their budget for sometime; therefore, they needed to make some necessary changes by laying off a few of the staff.  That being said, I was given a 14-day notice.   So, Joy proceeded to say, "Kristi, you have been having a hard time dealing with this place since the first day you stepped into their doors, I think this is a blessing in disguise."  After she made that statement, I paused for a minute and agreed that this was probably for the best.  As my family has heard numerous times, I was not happy with the organization of the department and found myself sitting in pools of ethical dilemmas on a daily basis.  From other staff violating patient's rights and dignity to the relationships within the interdisciplinary team, I never felt comfortable practicing within that environment.  I take pride in my skills and practice and sure as heck respect my patients, unlike several of the staff working there.  So, with that said, my last day at the nursing home will be November 6th and will pack up  in Mrs. B's cottage on the 7th to drive 7 hours southwest of Pittsburg.  I have been doing quite a bit of research on the new town that I will be living in and am rather excited!  It's a town of about 20,000 people that draws in tourists from all over the U.S.  The Quadalupe River runs through the middle of the town, making it a fantastic spot for floating, kayaking, and sight seeing.  In addition, the town has an artistic and "outdoorsy" flair, which makes for an exciting place for creative discoveries!  It's a place convienantly situated 50 miles northwest of San Antonio and 1.5 hours from Austin.  I will be working at a private, fairly new, 126-bed hospital that has both an acute care and acute rehab floor, which happen to be my two favorite settings to practice.   While working at the nursing home for the past 5 weeks, I found myself missing the craziness of acute care and ability to get to know my patients in acute rehab. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I am sad to leave my new friends that I have made here, but know deep down that this probably the best thing that could be happening to me right now.  Everything happens for a reason and you meet the peole you meet for several of these reasons.  When reflecting back on my arrival and the few friends I instantly met and connected with, I am able to make sense of why we crossed paths.  I will take something from each of them, which in the end, has definitely  made me a bigger, stronger, and better person.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-1941092632925122205?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/1941092632925122205/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/7-hours-southwest.html#comment-form' title='1 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/1941092632925122205'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/1941092632925122205'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/7-hours-southwest.html' title='7 hours southwest...'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>1</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-999298092935574744</id><published>2009-10-14T18:15:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-14T18:45:52.253-07:00</updated><title type='text'>To my precious Godson on his 1st birthday...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/StZ5VWXqMCI/AAAAAAAAADE/1D4SnO4efAQ/s1600-h/untitled.bmp"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 320px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 240px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5392631011511775266" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/StZ5VWXqMCI/AAAAAAAAADE/1D4SnO4efAQ/s320/untitled.bmp" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;Tomorrow is my nephew and Godson's first birthday and it saddens me that I am not there to share it with him and my family.  I love this picture of us because it was taken on the very first day that I met him and held him in my arms.  I remember leaving and telling my mom that if I already loved Cole so much, I cannot even imagine how much love I would have for my own children.  I feel so blessed and honored to be his Godmother and thank my sister and brother in law everyday for giving me this opportunity to play this part in his life.  It was difficult enough for me to live three hours from him when I was in Boston and now I am finding it even more challenging to live over 1800 miles away.  But I am fortunate enough to have such a wonderful family that sends me daily updates and pictures of him so I can experience each moment by just looking at his expressions in all the photos.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Just thinking about him makes me smile.  He already carries such a vibrant, outgoing, creative,  and loving way about himself, that I am excited to see what type of personality he will take on as he continues to grow and mature. He is the love of my life and brings so much joy into our family.  So, Cole Michael, may you have the most beautiful and exciting first birthday! Eat lots of cake, because you know that your Auntie would be proud!  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;em&gt;A Godson's Love&lt;/em&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Samantha Ritcher&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Tiny hands, tiny feet&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i've waited so long for us to meet.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Who could've known a love so true&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'd given up hope, then along came you.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Innocent and perfect, you're safe within my arms&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll watch over you and protect you,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i'll keep  you safe from harm.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;With mischief in your smile&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and wonder in your eyes&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;watching you as you sleep, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;feeling every sigh&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;i could look at you for hours&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;and always be content.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;You became my living angel&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;when you were heaven sent.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;Just the thought of you, &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;makes my world seem full...&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;you are my life,&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my love, my Godson&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;my precious Cole Michael.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;I love you baby boy!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;br /&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-999298092935574744?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/999298092935574744/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-my-precious-godson-on-his-1st.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/999298092935574744'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/999298092935574744'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/to-my-precious-godson-on-his-1st.html' title='To my precious Godson on his 1st birthday...'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/StZ5VWXqMCI/AAAAAAAAADE/1D4SnO4efAQ/s72-c/untitled.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-5962256817176494918</id><published>2009-10-08T17:31:00.001-07:00</published><updated>2009-10-08T18:02:31.745-07:00</updated><title type='text'>You're 27? Holy, I thought you were only 22...!</title><content type='html'>&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/Ss6FOBqvZYI/AAAAAAAAACs/x4H1KXcKTf0/s1600-h/CIMG0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 200px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390392280021427586" border="0" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/Ss6FOBqvZYI/AAAAAAAAACs/x4H1KXcKTf0/s200/CIMG0229.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/Ss6EksNAJsI/AAAAAAAAACU/qLVVAriXtsM/s1600-h/CIMG0222.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 10px 10px 0px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: left; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390391569884915394" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/Ss6EksNAJsI/AAAAAAAAACU/qLVVAriXtsM/s200/CIMG0222.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;a href="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/Ss6FWnIXoCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/15YwChUp2oA/s1600-h/CIMG0225.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="MARGIN: 0px 0px 10px 10px; WIDTH: 200px; FLOAT: right; HEIGHT: 150px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5390392427516764194" border="0" alt="" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/Ss6FWnIXoCI/AAAAAAAAAC0/15YwChUp2oA/s200/CIMG0225.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/Ss6EuymAEBI/AAAAAAAAACc/9hdcrZQ1hmg/s1600-h/CIMG0229.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;I celebrated my 27th birthday this past Saturday and was fortunate enough to share my celebration with my great new friend, Kristen.  Her birthday followed a few days later.  The pictures posted above are just some pictures of the important people that shared it with me.  We kicked off the "birthday weekend" (yes, I do not like to have just a day, I enjoy an entire weekend of festivities!) by going to the Mount Pleasant County Fair, which was an experience in itself.  It was such a muggy evening, thanks for buckets of rainfall the day prior.  Kristen loves crazy rides and I thought I did too until the 2nd ride.  I started sweating profusly and felt my stomach bounce off my other 27 year old organs. So instead, I decided to take pictures and watched Kristen laugh like a little kid as she jumped from ride to ride.  In addition to the rides, we enjoyed gigantic corndogs, homemade lemonade and nachos with jalopenos (yum!).  About 1 hour into our time there, a raindrop soon turned into terenchal downpour, so our time at the fair was cut short (i didn't mind).  I have never seen so many large belt buckles, startched Wrangler, taperd jeans, and cowboy boots in my life...I stuck out like a sore thumb with my flip flops, rolled jeans, and tank top in addition to my lack of accent.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;On my actual birthday day, we went to Mardi Gras Seafood (see picture above) which is basically a hole in the wall that has "ok" seafood (yes, I"m a seafood snob, but the Texans think it is the best there is) and live music.  I got a shout out from the band and even was sereneded with a beautiful birthday song.  I was fortunate enough to meet Kristen's family and more of her friends.  Her friends now only refer me as "Maine" or "Yankee girl;" therefore I only respond to those two nicknames .  The rest of the evening was history...but as I enjoyed my evening and heard nostalgic songs such as "Pour some sugar on me" which reminded me of college freshman year, "Take me home tonight" which reminds me of Maine, and "Black" my favorite Pearl Jam song, I refleced back on my 26th year.  It was pretty damn good!  I ran my first 10K race, survived an amazing vacation in Key West with my best friend, took on a big career change, moved home to Maine for a month, which ended up being one of my best summers thus far, learned how to crochet, bought a new VW jetta (her name is Jackie), discovered my love for running and yoga, was blessed with a beautiful godson/nephew whom I love dearly, and lastly shared a memorable cross country trip with my little brother, while making some amazing new friends along the way!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I cannot wait to see all the adventures that the year 27 holds for me...you are only as old as you feel. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-5962256817176494918?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5962256817176494918/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-27-holy-i-thought-you-were-only.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/5962256817176494918'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/5962256817176494918'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/10/youre-27-holy-i-thought-you-were-only.html' title='You&apos;re 27? Holy, I thought you were only 22...!'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/Ss6FOBqvZYI/AAAAAAAAACs/x4H1KXcKTf0/s72-c/CIMG0229.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-5769914063955136909</id><published>2009-09-30T15:58:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-30T16:57:17.602-07:00</updated><title type='text'>It is not about the place you are in, but the people that you are with that truly matters...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SsPlcZHG9NI/AAAAAAAAACE/166CHYRe7vA/s1600-h/CIMG0208.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 300px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387401855205045458" border="0" alt="" src="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SsPlcZHG9NI/AAAAAAAAACE/166CHYRe7vA/s400/CIMG0208.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SsPi3YbUiFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QXr61fiZxt0/s1600-h/CIMG0210.JPG"&gt;&lt;img style="TEXT-ALIGN: center; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; DISPLAY: block; HEIGHT: 266px; CURSOR: hand" id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5387399020342970450" border="0" alt="" src="http://3.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SsPi3YbUiFI/AAAAAAAAAB0/QXr61fiZxt0/s400/CIMG0210.JPG" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt; This is my very first Mt. Pleasant friend, Kristen! The day I met her, I went home and called my parents and told them that I made a friend! I felt like a kid again finishing her first day of school...But I am so incredibly thankful that I was introduced to her because she has made my time here much more enjoyable since last Thursday. If you remember from my previous post, I was very unhappy and not feeling good vibes from where I'm currently located. I knew we would develop a special friendship after she popped into my office (she's a speech therapist), introduced herself and proceeded to say that we should grab a drink after work. Our birthdays are two days apart...so this weekend we are having a big birthday bash to celebrate her 26th and my 27th (eek). If the weather permits, we plan on doing some jet skiing during the day with some BBQ'ing followed by listening to live music at a local seafood restaurant and then who knows. Anyway, a very true friend she already is and I feel like I have known her for years. This picture was taken infront of Lake Bob Sandlin, which is a 9400 acre lake surrounded by miles of state parks. This hidden gem is located just a few minutes from my cottage. It was absolutely gorgeous...pictures do not give this lake justice. &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Anyway, as I hoped and prayed for, things are starting to look more positive...work is still work and frustrating at times because I still have not received a formal orientation; thus I have been left fending for myself.  With each passing day, I am still so proud and thankful for the education and training I received from MGH and know that if I never started out there as a new clinician; I could never handle what I am currently dealing with today and for the next 4 months.  &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;To finish up, I wanted to let you all know what I've been up to the past 8 days and all the things I've learned...until next time kids!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;1. Texas vocabularly--&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; "Fixin" means "getting ready, preparing"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                           "Do what?" means "what did you say?"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                           "Reckon" means "I agree or I know."&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                           "Shootfire" means "of course!"&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;                                           "Cussing" means "swearing" and NEVER EVER say goddamn around anyone from Texas, they find it very offensive (understandably so). &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;2. Foods I've tried--&gt;&lt;/strong&gt; Aligator Sausage (sooo delicious!), Boutin Balls (hushpuppy like fried balls full of rice, crawfish, crab meat, cajun spices, and boudin).  You will never find them in the Northeast so I might have to order some to take back with me, b/c they are to die for! and lastly, frog Legs...yes, I know, scary!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt; &lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;strong&gt;3. Things I've learned about Texans:&lt;/strong&gt;  THEY ALL LOVE WHISKEY!  Everyone smokes, but they all know how to have a good time and are incredibly polite and welcoming!&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div align="center"&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-5769914063955136909?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5769914063955136909/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-is-not-about-place-you-are-in-but.html#comment-form' title='3 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/5769914063955136909'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/5769914063955136909'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/it-is-not-about-place-you-are-in-but.html' title='It is not about the place you are in, but the people that you are with that truly matters...'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SsPlcZHG9NI/AAAAAAAAACE/166CHYRe7vA/s72-c/CIMG0208.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>3</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-2583193781821778512</id><published>2009-09-21T13:29:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-21T14:47:01.786-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Is the glass half full or half empty? A few days of reflection...</title><content type='html'>&lt;a href="http://1.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/Srf0DFN_kEI/AAAAAAAAABs/g94ct91JjOY/s1600-h/CIMG0201.JPG"&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;a href="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SrfzxhOEG6I/AAAAAAAAABc/FWzGjGKCg44/s1600-h/CIMG0200.JPG"&gt;&lt;img id="BLOGGER_PHOTO_ID_5384039911601216418" style="DISPLAY: block; MARGIN: 0px auto 10px; WIDTH: 400px; CURSOR: hand; HEIGHT: 300px; TEXT-ALIGN: center" alt="" src="http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SrfzxhOEG6I/AAAAAAAAABc/FWzGjGKCg44/s400/CIMG0200.JPG" border="0" /&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br /&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Well, after 1830 miles and 28 hours later, my brother and I finally made it to &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_0"&gt;Pittsburg&lt;/span&gt;, TX where Mrs. B's cottage (aka my new home) awaited my arrival. The cottage is sweet, cozy, and huge, but the decor can go. It does give the cottage "character" &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_1"&gt;per say&lt;/span&gt;, but my eyes begin to burn after looking at floral print for more than 5 hours or so. I love my landlord and my housekeeper (yes, you heard that right). The cottage is joined with the local B&amp;amp;B down the street that offers complimentary breakfast for their guests as well as a housekeeper. Her name is Corinna, and probably the most adorable woman ever! The first day I arrived, she came over to introduce herself and while I helped her finish cleaning, she told me a little bit about herself, her beautiful family, heritage, location of the local grocery store, and area lakes to visit. We finished the conversation by her offering me free, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_2"&gt;home cooked&lt;/span&gt;, &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_3"&gt;Mexican&lt;/span&gt; dishes after her Wednesday night church events(&lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_4"&gt;mmmm&lt;/span&gt; enchiladas)! Don't worry, I plan to re-pay her back with some good ole' American delights! After she left, I looked at my brother and said she will be my mom away from home and I know it's only the beginning to a long and beautiful friendship.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;On the downfall, I think the cottage and all it's amenities and perks that come along with it are the only great thing about this assignment. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_5"&gt;Pittsburg&lt;/span&gt;, TX is...well...small and uneventful. I have yet to see anyone my own age. Almost all of the "shops" in &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_6"&gt;Pittsburg's&lt;/span&gt; "downtown" are vacated and dark, and the train is unbearable when it roars through the town right when I'm trying to get to sleep. In addition, the bugs are gigantic (everything is bigger in Texas right?). I will be lucky if my poor windshield makes it out of Texas without a crack or permanent bug guts. They are constantly splattering all over your &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_7"&gt;windshield&lt;/span&gt; as you drive down the highway. I must also mention, that a BIRD hit my windshield too and left black markings on the hood of my poor &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_8"&gt;Jetta&lt;/span&gt;! I also woke up to a cockroach lying upside down on my kitchen floor as I fixed myself some tea this morning...YUCK! Oh, and talk about roadkill...if people were not allowed to drive 70 mph on back roads and highways (not kidding, this is the speed limit), maybe we could slow down and allow those poor armadillos, skunks, squirrels, turtles, porcupines, and dogs (yes, 1 dog and 1 puppy :( ) to safely cross the road to the other side.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Aside from the town, I think I will have a tough time adjusting to my new facility. After doing some reflection on my drive home from my first day today, I realized how spoiled I really was at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_9"&gt;MGH&lt;/span&gt;. Hand hygiene and patient care was something that &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_10"&gt;MGH&lt;/span&gt; would pride themselves on and I am thankful for this. There was maybe one hand disinfectant in each hallway of the facility; there was 1 located outside of &lt;strong&gt;each room&lt;/strong&gt; at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_11"&gt;MGH&lt;/span&gt;. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_12"&gt;MGH&lt;/span&gt; offered a lot of support and supervision; I'm the only OT at this facility and delegate my work to two &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_13"&gt;COTA's&lt;/span&gt; throughout the day. Insurance drives everything and I was lucky enough to have case management and administration offices handle that for me at &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-error" id="SPELLING_ERROR_14"&gt;MGH&lt;/span&gt;; I am responsible for all of this at my new facility. And to top everything off, my rehab manager called in sick today and no one in the department knew I was even hired!!! Yes, I felt like the new kid on the block and very very uncomfortable for the first time in a long time. I left work early (no one cared or seemed to notice) because there was no more work and needed to decompress for a bit. So, the second I sat in my car, tears began to form in my eyes. &lt;span class="blsp-spelling-corrected" id="SPELLING_ERROR_15"&gt;OK&lt;/span&gt;, I'll admit it, I cried. I cried because of my chaotic day, the fact that I missed my friends and family tremendously, and the fact that I was extremely overtired from traveling still. But as I drove home and approached Mrs. B's cottage, my tears stopped and I felt a sense of comfort as I stepped into my new home and looked at the ugly floral print...for the first time I was happy to see it!&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;It's amazing how unpleasant first impressions have the ability to look so beautiful and comforting later, with time... My point is, my first impressions of my new job and little town just need time and hopefully in the end, I'll be more sad than happy that my 4 months is up.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-2583193781821778512?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/2583193781821778512/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-glass-half-full-or-half-empty-few.html#comment-form' title='6 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/2583193781821778512'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/2583193781821778512'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/is-glass-half-full-or-half-empty-few.html' title='Is the glass half full or half empty? A few days of reflection...'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://4.bp.blogspot.com/_IbPqxlvrsEw/SrfzxhOEG6I/AAAAAAAAABc/FWzGjGKCg44/s72-c/CIMG0200.JPG' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>6</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-5541875931187809661</id><published>2009-09-16T15:28:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-16T16:27:30.985-07:00</updated><title type='text'>Texas Bucket List</title><content type='html'>Here I am with less than 12 hours away from driving to TX and it still feels so surreal.  I remember the day I put my notice into MGH, back in June and thinking it was still so far away.  I was blessed that my boss from MGH allowed me to "burn my ET" out, which means that I was able to basically use all my earned time and treat it as a vacation.  So yes, I must brag a bit, but I had the best time for the past month. When speaking with my good friend, Anna and reflecting back to what I did this past month...I am so lucky that I took the time when I did.  From sunbathing to BBQ's, to tubing, to dinner, to pit fires, to coffee and dinner dates, reggae cruises, brunch gatherings, movie nights, swimming, late night stargazing, and bar nights...I had the time of my life.  Most importantly though, I was able to spend so much with time with my family.  I have not been able to spend more than a weekend with my godson and nephew since the day he was born, so I feel fortunate that I was able to watch him grow and learn for an entire month.  It's amazing the how much he did grow within this past month too...I learnt something new about him everyday.  Like the fact that he loves to kiss, clap his hands, dance, laugh, EAT, look at nature, and play with our yellow lab, Buster.  Within the past few days, he started taking 1, 2, or even 4 steps, which was exciting to see!  My dear sister has even taught him sign language so he communicates "more" and "all done" when eating, which is so adorable! It was difficult saying good-bye to him as he does not understand yet that "auntie" is going away for a few months...so as he laughed and waved his usual good-bye, which consists of flopping his entire arm up and down, tears formed in my eyes.  He is just so beautiful and precious.  I'm am so grateful that I was asked to be his godmother and cannot wait for the times we have ahead of us. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So to end this post, I wanted to let you all know that I have decided to make a "bucket list" persay of things I want to do in each state that I live in.  I also want  your comments and feedback as several of you that follow my blog have been to more states than I, so any insight that you have into the "hot spots," please do not hesitate to contribute! So here goes, Texas:&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;1.  Austin City Limits Music Festival (weekend of my birthday!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;2.  Pineywoods Wine Trail (there is a vineyard convienantly located 3 mi from my cottage!)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;3.  Bob Sandlin Lake and Park (my town that I'll be living in is aka "Bass City")&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;4.  Big Bend National Park for some quality rafting and hiking&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;5.  Hill Country Horseback Riding&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;6.  Spruce up my skills with country line dancing (p.s. I already have the cowboy boots from my previous TX visit)&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;7. Greer Farm&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;8.  Go back to my favorite place...Rice Village in  Houston&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;9.&lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;10. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;...I know it's small so please add your thoughts! &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;Goodbye for now, the next time I'll write, I'll be in my new home, Pittsburg, TX.  Here is the link to where I'll be staying: Mrs. B's cottage! &lt;a href="http://www.carsonhouse.com/mrs%20b%20cottage.html"&gt;http://www.carsonhouse.com/mrs%20b%20cottage.html&lt;/a&gt; It definitely has a lot of character and floral prints! hehe.  BUT, I get free, complimentary breakfast every morning!  Grits and potatah's, here I come!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/5758014878604483148-5541875931187809661?l=kristiontheroad.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;</content><link rel='replies' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/feeds/5541875931187809661/comments/default' title='Post Comments'/><link rel='replies' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/texas-bucket-list.html#comment-form' title='2 Comments'/><link rel='edit' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/5541875931187809661'/><link rel='self' type='application/atom+xml' href='http://www.blogger.com/feeds/5758014878604483148/posts/default/5541875931187809661'/><link rel='alternate' type='text/html' href='http://kristiontheroad.blogspot.com/2009/09/texas-bucket-list.html' title='Texas Bucket List'/><author><name>Kristi Lea</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/05056302290276691250</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail' width='16' height='16' src='http://img2.blogblog.com/img/b16-rounded.gif'/></author><thr:total>2</thr:total></entry><entry><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-5758014878604483148.post-2832186641030605241</id><published>2009-09-13T18:46:00.000-07:00</published><updated>2009-09-13T19:20:38.523-07:00</updated><title type='text'>"Now Kristi, why would you ever want to leave the best city and one of the best practicing hospitals in the U.S.?"</title><content type='html'>The above title was a question that a very dear friend of mine asked me the other day, which surprisingly took me a few minutes to respond to.  Here I am only a few days left until I make one of the first biggest changes in my life, and I STILL ask myself this very question since the day I woke up in April as my plane landed in Boston, MA.  I was just returning from an amazing vacation in Key West, FLA and was having a dream of myself running by the water, laughing, and feeling this intense emotion...I was incredibly happy.  I felt like myself again...I remember waking up, disappointed that the dream was just a dream and instantly getting the very pit in my stomach that I felt for the past couple of years once I saw that Boston skyline everytime I returned from a Maine weekend.  I told my mom about my dream, stressing how Key West gave me this very same feeling and I realized how happy I really can be and have not been for the past year or so.  I remember her saying, "Kristi life is not always paradise..."  I agreed with her, but my point was, I had not felt that level of contentment and happiness in a long time and I wanted it again.  So, yes, maybe the beautiful sunsets, delicious cocktails, fun music, cute boys, and wonderful company (my best friend from college), and friendly faces from home (Ben, Chels, and Rob) helped to create that feeling for me...BUT I knew I was not happy anymore in Boston and it was time for a change.  I returned to work the next day and tried to focus, but I was so excited to start my research.  However, each time I tried to pull away from the thought of staying at MGH, I continued to feel like I was in a tug o' war.  On one, heavily weighted side, I had the pull of my amazing colleagues, excellent learning opportunities, fabulous benefits, great salary, amazing family/friends within close proximity, and comfortable routine pulling me to the left and the thought of traveling throughout the U.S. every 3-4 months and experiencing some of the most beautiful places that no one has even experienced my age, to the right.  For the 2 months following that time, I did extensive research, spoke to other traveling therapists, and made a list of pro's and con's before I made the decision to resign from Mass General Hospital.  My biggest fear was that I was making the biggest mistake but then I learned to accept that we learn from our mistakes and you will not grow if you do not jump outside of your comfort zone.  I am blessed that both my supervisor, colleagues, friends, and family were all incredibly supportive, which has made this transition easier on my conscious.  So here I am today...days away from driving to my first assignment in Mount Pleasant, TX.  I will be there for 4 months with the hopes of doing my 2nd assignmet in Colorado for the winter months. &lt;br /&gt;&lt;br /&gt;So, Ned to answer your question, "When I finished college, I wanted to achieve two professional goals...work at MGH and become a traveling therapist and whichever order they came in, it was meant to be.  I'm thankful for the opportunity I had to first work at MGH because I feel confident in my skills and feel I can work work anywhere...I am also no longer happy with who I became living in the city, so I need to see where I fit in and belong.  Although each opportunity might not be all peaches and cream, at least I can be happy knowing that I experienced it somewhere new. 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