Girls Night Out!

Katy (my roommate) , Megan (my schoolmate), and me!

My two dear friends in Dallas and I decided to go on a mini adventure... we explored a hole-in-the-wall Greek restaurant in downtown Dallas! My first experience with Greek food was delightful and fun! The hummus and artichoke dip were delicious with the hot melt-in-your mouth pita bread! mmm! Except, I didn't care to much for some spinach dish- gross. The restaurant's ambiance included candlelit tables, waiters bringing in plates of fire and yelling "Opa", and a man playing songs on some string instrument (maybe a ukulele)! Afterwards, we took pictures... all-in-all, we had a good time!P.S. In case you can't tell by my sparse and unexciting blog posts- not a whole lot is going on in my life. It's mostly consumed with school, work, and practicum. Finals next week!

She Dreamed a Dream

http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9lp0IWv8QZY

This is a video from Britain's Got Talent (the British version of American Idol). Susan Boyle is a middle-aged woman who has had a dream to be a professional singer. Despite people mocking her right-and-left, she's maintained the courage to pursue her dream. I love it! I love when dreams come true against all odds!

Proposals and the like...

Providing therapy services for adults has been a learning experience... sometimes stressful and sometimes amusing! There is one elderly gentleman who is constantly commenting on my "beautiful red hair" and asking me to turn around so he can look at it once more. One day he even took off his cap, held it over his heart, and asked me to marry him. Fortunately my supervisor was there to provide a polite, yet professional, response on my behalf. A younger client I work with is constantly inviting me over to his house to "hang out" (which is obviously not permitted!). These little instances keep me smiling. However, this week my young client's uninhibited request made me laugh aloud in disgust and astonishment! After therapy I was talking with my supervisor when my young adult client approached us. My supervisor introduced him to the prospect of coming for therapy over the summer. With flat affect, he slowly processed the invitation. While moving his eyes up and down my body he asked, "Well, could I get a 'little something' on the side?". What?!! Who asks that?!? I chuckle and remind myself that a frontal lobe injury will lead a young male to say exactly what he's thinking in the most inappropriate time and setting.