I am just over one year into my journey to become a doctor of chiropractic. It is daunting and I’ve struggled along the way. But if it was supposed to be an easy path then everyone would be called Doctor. Cleveland Chiropractic College is unlike any other academic environment I’ve ever experienced. When I tell people that we are a family, I don’t think they fully grasp how deep our love for each other really lies. I’ve heard about super competitive schools and while we are competitive, ours is a friendly competition and not the cut-throat sabotage variety. At any time someone will offer tips for how to study for a test or freely share their old notes with another student. It is the most genuinely caring environment I’ve ever been privileged enough to call home.
When people say it is a blessing to lift others up so they might succeed I am proud to say that Clevelanders exhibit this every single day without a second thought. It is as much from the faculty as it is from the other students. I know that at any time I can talk with a professor who will set everything down, and with genuine interest, answer any questions I might have or offer guidance if that’s what I’m needing. Open door policy is a way of life here and even with instructors that I may not have taken classes from yet.
Once a year we all get together for a night of relaxing fun. It’s the Cleveland Chiropractic formal. Everyone gets dolled up, enjoys a great meal, and shares some laughs with students and faculty alike. The food was delicious, the music was perfect, and everyone had a great time. It’s a nice reminder that every once in a while we all need to set the studying down and step back to enjoy the life we are living right now. Once we are finished with school and have our fancy diploma we will wish that we could have spent more time with our chiropractic family.
I raise a glass to you all. You are the support group that others should strive to become!
Chiro Prom 2015
This is going to be such an amazing weekend. I’m blessed to be able to spend time with my favorite man, his more than welcoming family, as well as my own beautifully crazy family. As I get older I find that there are so many special moments in life that are to be remembered and savored. I treasure good times spent together more than objects. I’m still a woman though so shiny baubles will always be on my list of good things. But without a strong emotional link behind those shiny things they don’t mean much.
And if that’s just too much happy sappy crap for you, know that there will be more than enough school work mixed in during this long weekend.
“Now cracks a noble heart. Good-night, sweet prince;
And flights of angels sing thee to thy rest.” William Shakespeare~ Hamlet
Today we lost a beautiful friend. Cuddles was diagnosed with inoperable bone cancer that presented in her front ankle. We were told then that she could go at any time and we made the most of those months. Today she couldn’t do it any more. I am comforted to know that she is out if pain but I will miss her nibbles. Thank you for the time you were able to spend with us, Cuddles. You will be missed dearly.
We always give my mom a hard time about the house wine that she keeps on hand. Is it because it’s a bad wine? Nope. It’s because it comes in a box.
I grew up in a house with my mother, my father, and a blond child they still tell me is my sister. Mom did almost all of the cooking. Dad was in charge of the Mickey Mouse shaped pancakes and occasionally chicken on the grill (I loved the little burnt BBQ sauce parts). Only in the last few years has he retired. Coincidentally this is also when he started baking cookies. My folks live in a city about an hour away and every time I visit them the cookie jar has fresh cookies in it just for the occasion.
Christmas is when he brings out the big guns though. We are talking about Grandma’s recipes here people. Heritage in edible form. The super special stuff. In a word: snowballs. Ok they’re known by other names as well. Like Mexican wedding cookies, Russian tea cakes, and several others I’m sure that I’m missing.
My sister and I have always loved these cookies when grandma would send them in her Christmas package. Now that Dad is making them they are even more special… even if they’re growing in size. It just means that there is more surface area to cover in powdered sugar and I am more than good with that idea. Although it also means I need to find a bib as that stuff goes everywhere!
On this day I say thank you to my dad for continuing the family tradition with a simple recipe that brings so much joy.
I have to admit something to you, my dear readers. I’ve messed up and I feel that I need to come clean.
Like everyone I have family members that I really don’t like to claim. One of mine has a blog that somehow I got sucked into a couple of years ago. Last winter I went cold turkey and haven’t looked back.
I could blame it on my fever but that would be a lie as this bug doesn’t come with one. I could say it was an accidental bookmark selection but since I’m having to do a factory reset on my phone a few times a day I no longer have any bookmarks. It was a moment of weakness. That’s all I know.
In this little weak moment did I find anything interesting? Anything that I’m sad to have missed in my eleven months of absence? Nope. Not a single thing. I really don’t know if that makes my discretion better or worse. I will say that I think it will make it easier to once again forget one of my least favorite members if my family and her little blog too.