Because scrubs aren't as cute

Happy Friday, lovely readers!  I'm sorry it's been a long time since I have doodled in here, my personal and work life became ridiculously chaotic to say the least.

November is kinda crazy as it is.  In my family, there are three birthdays (mine, step mom, and aunt), one anniversary (parents), and one holiday (Thanksgiving) in about a three week span.

Not to mention, work kind of came to an absolute "holy crap, what am I going to do?" mess.  But that's another story in itself.  

Since scrubs aren't the cutest thing ever, and I feel like a blueberry four out of five days of the work week, I wanted to show you some more of the outfits that I put together.  If any of you have a name for my style, you're one step ahead of me, because I have no idea.  For the exception of a couple of not-necessary-to-name things, I have not purchased any garment from the mall or any other retail store in at least six-nine months.  My pocketbook is so happy because of it! :)  Please excuse the mirror effect - I'm not a photographer.  

Black Sweater - Ann Taylor Loft (Santa)
Red tank/tee - Target
Skinny Jeans - Hollister (purchased at Platos)
Boots - unknown brand (purchased at Platos)
Necklace - Brighton (Santa)
Not pictured: earrings from Brighton (Santa), "Faith" ring (JC Penney, Santa)

Cardigan/Purple tee - JC Penney

Lace tank - Maurice's

Jeans - A&F (Plato's)

Leopard flats - Me Too (Santa)
Necklace - Brighton (Santa)

(Excuse the sassiness.. :) )
Cowgirl boots - Corral (Tener's, birthday)
Leggings/Cardigan - Target
Dress - Patrons of Peace (Tener's, birthday)
Scarf - Forever 21
Not seen: Bow earrings (Brighton, Santa)

Red tank: Target

Black Tank: Old Navy

Grey/Silver sweater: Lucky Brand (Consigning Sisters)

Jeans: A&F (Platos)

Pink Tank/Jeans: American Eagle
Black 3/4 shirt: Target
Scarf: unknown brand (birthday)
Shoes: H&M (garage sale)

Dress: DressBarn (Plato's)
Tights: mom's closet
Shoes: Jessica Simpson stilettos
Necklace & Jewelry: Brighton (Santa)

I'm kind of obsessed with cardigans and sweaters, can't you tell?  Who cares if it's sixty to seventy something degrees outside.  In December.  My one Christmas themed picture a day challenge isn't getting justice because snow is nonexistent in good old rolling plains.   I even forgot that Christmas is just around the corner until my stepmom asked for my Christmas wish list.  Normally I start this list sometime in October.  Oops.  I do, however, think it's quite comical when the majority of the stuff I want is for therapy.  I mean, who doesn't get excited about shape sorters, puzzles that make noise/music, play food, and flash cards.

Coming soon: Christmas cooking/baking adventures, crochet how to's, the tears and joy of a first year speechie, and a personal glimpse into my heart.

without fear

She is clothed with strength and dignity, and she laughs without fear of the future.  Proverbs 31:25

Happy Friday everyone!  Because I normally wear scrubs from Monday through Thursday, I wanted to be a little cuter than professional pj's.

Truth be told, I have an embarrassing irrational fear about work.  I have worked for so long, and devoted so much blood, sweat, and tears, to be able to have the job I have.  After so many hours of transcribing in IPA, writing more lengthy evaluations than I can count, it's finally here, and my irrational fear is that the slightest "oops" will make it all tumble down.  I hope this is just me, because I would hate for someone else to endure this mess I put myself through.

Last week, I had three evaluations in a row, two of which were translated into another language of which I do not speak.  Maybe this is where the lecture that my momma gave me about not becoming bilingual would rear its ugly head once again.  I felt like I couldn't fully put my heart into writing those evals, as I had twenty-five other little ones to take care of the same week.  I even had to bring back one of those two little kiddos I evaluated because I was stupid and forgot a few important things.  To make matters worse, I am, without a doubt, math impaired, which is probably why I did not choose to major in the awful subject.  When I try my hardest to score a test, and make sure that basals and ceilings are in the right place and accounted for, I miscount or do something to screw up the overall scores.  Maybe was all brought on because the word "inexcusable" was mentioned in the conversation I had with my supervisor.  I know my potential is greater than my performance.  I need to stop becoming complacent with thinking that someone else will take care of things and fix my mistakes.

Stumbling blocks will happen, people will work you to the bone and push you to your full potential.  Never give up on your dreams.  They are your dreams for a purpose.  Don't let a supervisor you didn't get a long with during rotation you thought was going to be Heaven get to you.  Don't let the snarky comments about a school setting cause your nose to turn upwards.  Don't let a little toot of a child think you can't do your job.  Just because Little Miss Perfect gets exactly what she wants at work, doesn't mean she has struggles of her own.

You are clothed in strength and dignity, have no fear of the future.