Once again, the hectic-ness and busy-ness of life have kept me away from blogging. I feel like I have so much to catch everyone up on! First off, school lately has gone something like this -- a couple of weeks ago it was study, study, study with a little (lotta) clinic thrown in. Two finals a week for about three weeks. Yikes. Luckily, last Wednesday we took our last final and have just been seeing patients for a week. Now we are all scrambling to get our last few requirements in under the gun. Tomorrow at noon we will finally be finished! (oh, unless you are me, then you have to make up a grad perio assist block on Friday morning from 9-noon. How lovely. So Friday at noon I will be finished. Can't come soon enough!)
Almost two weeks ago now I went to Fayetteville for Wade's graduation from law school. Yep, that's right, my big brother is now B. Wade Bowen, JD. But don't ask him to get you out of a legal mess, he told me "no," or, more specifically, "just pay your taxes and don't mess up with the drill." That's brotherly love for you.
Yes, I know Wade's eyes are closed. Mom is really into her iPhone right now, so we had to take a million pictures with it ... by this point we were tired and had that please hurry up awkward smile thing going on.
We had a great weekend of family time, graduation (of course!), a cookout and getting the parents out on Dickson.
Dad and Mom at dinner Friday night
me and Wade at dinner
I'll avoid being sappy and wrap up this little bit about Wade's graduation with my favorite picture of us, over twenty years after it was taken:
Last Thursday night we decided it was time for a little girls' night at the Peabody Rooftop to celebrate our last final.
Katie, me, Candice, Kari, Leslie, Angie, Nishel, and Mindy
me and Katie
The band last week was an awesome (okay, average, but three women with wind machines and really fun costumes) 80's cover band. Perfect for our girls' night!
Friday night Erica drove to Memphis so that we could go to the James Taylor & Carole King Troubadour Reunion concert in Nashville on Saturday night. Do I even need to describe it? It was incredible.
Oh, we were cracking up at the usher that took our picture. It was just too much. He was so concerned about getting it juuuuuuuust right. One picture took about 4 minutes. Not exaggerating. And then we got nothing of the stage or actual concert but that little blue dot between our heads and, of course, we were pinching ourselves to try not to laugh at him. Poor guy. We were not asking for another shot though, no way, no how!
Friday I will finish clinic and be a D4 ... pending some kind of secretive and weird committee meeting, anyway. :) So exciting! I can't believe three years have flown by this fast!
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