Curly Hair/Second family

This is me circa October 2011 (SO long ago, I know)...

Story behind this picture. I woke up at 6am to go to an interview in Salt Lake City at Primary Children's Hospital. I obviously got there way too early, and decided to take this picture and send it to my sister.

In college, a fellow curly-haired roommate of mine told me that studies have been done proving that interviewers take perspective employees less seriously if their hair is curly. So, to my first ever interview at Lenox Hill, I wore my hair straight. I also wore this lovely outfit: a magenta classy yet stylish cardigan, a cream blouse that is fitting yet sophisticated, and a grey pencil skirt. I got the job. I swore it was my lucky hair-do and outfit. I came to this job interview for basically my dream job. I was so nervous. And guess who didn't get the job.

So, on to my next job interview. I wore my hair crazy and curly, probably put in a low bun because I was lazy, but I still wore my lucky interview outfit. I got the job. I was more confident. I think maybe because I feel more myself with curly hair, but it could also be because this was not my ultimate dream job so I was more laid back. But it sure does feel good sometimes to straighten my hair. It makes me feel pretty.

I have a deviated septum. I want to get it fixed, but it's a quirk I don't mind.

And thanks Mom and Dad for giving me the awkward 1.5 year braces period of my life, because I like my teeth a lot. And thanks grandma for my curly hair and shortness. If I weren't this short, I wouldn't be Little Amy in the big world.

P.S. I love that the majority of people who liked this picture on facebook are my second family - The Patterson family. I love them all so much.

An homage to the Patterson's:

My second family....My Best friend ever, Nichole, Zach, Vicky, and Scott. And can't forget Kentucky Fried Rylee and Abers.

What the outside of the lake house usually looks like. Family, family and more family that have basically adopted me. And Vick smiling because the family surprised her for her birthday.

The lake, the reclining, the relaxing, the sun, the family. I love everything about this picture. I want to be in it again. I would like to be that tan again too.

That my friends, is happiness. I am so lucky to have all of you, Patterson family. Since I was 8 years old it has been nothing but wonderful memories with you all. I don't think I would be the person I am today without every single one of you. You've showed me how lovely family can be.

I love all of you!!! Miss you so much.

I'll be straightforward when I start by saying -- This is going to be one random post. I promise it'll be fun.

I'll start on a happy note.

A 100 year-old beautiful little lady/some would call a cougar gets married to an 87 year old that she fell in love with in her nursing home. And I love it. It made me cry just seeing her in that wedding gown, being wheeled down the aisle. And how she was talking about how in the old days, weddings were so simple -- bouquets picked from the backyard garden, it makes me want to live in the 1940's. Things were so much simpler back then. Well, love is real. Love is everywhere. And no matter how old you are, love is beautiful. The end.

Next on the agenda, iPods and headphones. Two things I miss about NYC. The majority of NYC pedestrians/public transit riders have headphones on- talking on the phone, or listening to music. As soon as I walk out of work, I just want to be in my zone. Yeah, my car is like a 3 minute walk away, but the urge to put headphones on usually gets the best of me. And I walk through the hospital with them on, and people look at me weird. Like I'm an outcast, or an angst teen or something. I don't really care what they think, but come on people, catch up on the trend. Headphones and music are in fact cool.

I miss my little sister, too. I want to take care of her and give her presents every day and be her personal nurse.

Oh, and I guess I miss that little baby I'm holding there too. I now stalk him via twitter -- True story, big sister problems forever.

I'm kind of like a mom, let's be honest. Well, Jackson and I have deemed me "caregiver Amy" , which can be good and bad (but I find it very fitting; that's my personality).

Why do we have to grow up...And why do I hate working the night shift, and why does my body hate me? So many unanswered questions. I have been one hot mess lately -- But I'm hanging in there. I'm trying. I'm trying hard.

THis is a few days old.

I will not devote a post to how much I dislike Valentine's Day. I will, however give shout outs to all those who were legit offended by my status. Like I said right in the status, again shut up. But one thing I noticed about this Valentine's Day: Why was everyone posting every single thing/flower/gift/jewelry/card that they received from their loved ones? I felt like it was a competition. One girl got a Kindle Fire. The other got a beloved movie. Who got the biggest bouquet of flowers?

Okay, I'm done being mean now.

I've been up for 32 hours and counting. I went to the doctors today because my heart rate was in the 140's and I freaked out. I'm okay, but I got my first EKG -- and um, my patients do not need to complain when I take those gel stickies off of their skin. It is painless. I thought I could sympathize, but I cannot. Here I am, negative nance again.

I have a new fashion icon/obsession.

Joy Williams - From the Civil Wars, probably my favorite duo of all time. Joy and I are basically BFF's since she answers all of my fashion questions via twitter. Seriously, most humble two-time grammy winner ever, that woman is. As I was telling Nichole, Joy is with child -- Which means maybe she'll lend me all of her dresses for the next 8 or so months. Can a girl dream?

Beauty.

I really can't wait to plan a trip home soon.