A day in pictures.

A compilation of pictures from a day in my life.



This little guy was exhausted from his day of metro rides and the D.C. zoo. His poor mama sounded tired too. She had been carrying him all day!





I cooked some bacon the other day. It was supposed to be the "healthy kind." That's a lot of grease for a supposedly dietary bacon. That's sort of an oxymoron.





If you know me, you know I love politics and the news. And when those two are combined, I fall head over heels. I grew up watching Tim Russert. We didn't have cable, so while other kids watched cartoons on Sunday mornings, I watched "meet the press." Tim Russert is a legend-not just as a wonderful tv personality but as a dad, husband, son and American. All who watched him felt close to him. This is how his office looked the day he had the sudden heart attack that took his life. The Newseum has this special section for him open right now.





Just the scenery I pass everyday on the walk to work. How lucky am I? I secretly hope Michelle and the girls will just come out one day and say hello. That's a fat chance.

-c

Below the Mason Dixon Line

Welp, I made it through the first weekend in the big city! In my previous post, I didn't really tell ya'll about the quirky things that happened throughout the week. I was mainly just business.

I smile. A lot. I smile at everyone. People in New York, they didn't necessarily ever smile back- but it's not like they frowned. Here in D.C.? People think I'm crazy. Today I smiled at at runner...okay so he just happened to be a super delicious looking runner...but I smiled and pretty sure I heard him think outloud 'someone must have given that girl ecstacy.' Too bad I've never done drugs, hottie mc hottie.

I do love the sixe of D.C. On Tuesday I was getting on the Metro. I look up and who do I see? My friend, John Brooks! John and I were student council BASIC camp counselors together a.k.a. the best week of my life! It was such fate! I couldn't believe it. So, John and I went out last night and talked politics, college life, etc. It was fabulous.

There are homeless people all over D.C. and Georgetown. There's a guy- I think his name is Willy. Willy sits in the same spot every morning and asks for spare change. I was praying for him one night and promised myself I would give him whatever I had in my purse. So, I told Willy..."Okay, I'll give you a dollar, but you have to stop smoking. " Willy responded, " Lady...I've been trying to stop smoking for 25 years." Alas, a deed I thought would help Willy just makes me want to asks him even more questions.

I think one of the finest moments I have had here in the City Hall dorm is that of my first night here. On May 29th, my birthday, I flew from Tulsa to D.C. So, with the fact that I turned 22 that day and that I was traveling on my birthday made me feel old. Really old. So, after I was all moved into my room at the dorm, I said bye to Sammy and then went upstairs to bed, because let's get real, it was almost 11 p.m. I caught the elevator and there were a few guys in there. Sidenote: If you've hung out with me in the past few months, you've heard this ferocious cough that I have and have yet to get rid of. Back to the story, I get in the elevator and as I'm coughing up a lung, the guy in the elevator says "Wow, that's some cough you got there." Jokingly, I say, "Ya, it's from all my years of smoking those dang cigarettes. Can't break the habit.." Sidenote: If you know anything about me, you know I don't smoke. Well, elevator boy didn't quite get the joke. I think he was a little confused, but eventually caught onto the sarcasm. As he's getting off the elevator, he throws out a chance for a little rendeveous. "Well, I'm so and so from Wisconsin. There's some guys and we're drinking in room 608. You should come on over."

1. I thought, this kid has never watched one Lifetime movie where girls my age get snatched up and never heard from again after being 'invited' to come 'chill' in a dorm room. What does he think I am, a rookie? Boy, please.


2. I was flattered.


3. I was befuddled. I had mascara down to my cheeks, eyeliner was smeared and I'm sure I smelled like an American Airlines Eagle flight. Not to mention, my breath was probably haneous.


4. A little voice inside me said "You still got it, even at 22." Which, I know isn't old, but I was having a growing-up-mid-lilfe-crisis.


5. I felt like I was a freshman in college, again.


6. Then, I realized. What are these 'kids' doing drinking in their rooms? Dorm rooms, to be exact. Why don't they go to a.....AHAH! They can't get into a bar, or go buy beer. These kids are totally babies and I am an old hag.

In my office, the girls told me it's pretty much law you don't get married before you turn 30. Thank goodness. So glad this is a trend here! Young people should live their lifes, get out there, before being tied down. And by tied down I mean, starting the next phase of life.

Friday night, Sammy and I went to get Lebonase food. It was delicious! I have loved Lebonase food since I was in my teens when I babysat for a Doctor from Lebbanon. Sammy didn't quite appreciate the ethnicity. But, as usual, he was a trooper!

If anything else exciting happens, believe me, you will know!