Pictures of the Holiday

Pasta making is the newest trend in the Fisher home- Mmm...

Anna and Madalyn posing with their prized Christmas cookies. The older sisters are probably exhaustedly draped across the couch... Just kidding:)

After a night of caroling in a wagon pulled by draft horses, we had a fun Christmas party. Here a few of the teens playing Dutch Blitz. I had more fun catching up with old friends.

A few of the Fisher Family Farm Cousins

Adam, Anna, Sophie, Madayln, Elisa

Emily, Allyson, Andrew, Lexy, Macy

These three youngsters keep me on my toes:) Here they are holding part of the wooden crouquet set that Andrew made in woodworking class at SAU.

QT QT (Cutie Cutie)

Cutie Cutie on an adventure with Madalyn

Cutie Cutie at the church school Christmas program

Living with two five year olds makes life very interesting, to say the least. Thanksgiving was the first time that I was introduced to the world of Cutie Cutie: a pink and purple hairy stuffed animal. When bargain shopping at Goodwill with Mom, the twins rescued Cutie Cutie from living frightenly boring and lonely life. "Why not?" my mom asked? the ugly creature was only a few cents.

Anna and Madalyn see Cutie Cutie as anything but ugly and worthless. Cutie Cutie has brought more giggles and life to this house than the stuffed animals and dolls that are piled in their room and that line their shelves.

"Do you know how to spell Cutie Cutie's name, Emily?" Without waiting for my response, Anna slowly and meticulously annunciated each syllable of her beloved's name: "Q-T-Q-T!", followed by giggles and a stream of the almost unrecognizable, high pitched baby talk in the language of QT QT. Yes, Anna and Madalyn have a distinct dialect for their little animal.

Cutie Cutie goes everywhere, does everything. Her most keen sense is smell, which gets her pink nose into more trouble than any other part of her body. She likes to smell each food eaten, cookie dough and icing, sometimes even soup. Cutie Cutie also likes other people to smell her nose. I hold my breath and try to get away. I sometimes even offer to take Cutie Cutie to get a bath... in the washing machine. At first it was met with objections (moments-cutie cutie=sadness. moments with cutie cutie=happiness). Cutie Cutie would say in her high and whiny voice: "but I dont want a baaaath..." Later I heard shrieks of laughter from the laundry room: I see Cutie Cutie!!!! and a when Cutie Cutie came flying by again a few seconds later, and could be seen through the clear window of the front loading washing machine, the girls would shout with glee... oh to be a child!

Cutie Cutie got a brother under the Christmas tree yesterday. "Do you know what his name is?" Anna asked me. Without waiting for my reply she responded imphatically as if I should know, "Cutie!". Of course.

Luke on CNN

It makes my day every time I see my brother in this video from CNN. He is just a passerby outside of the cholera tents set up in Zimbabwe. Take a look at this clip, and watch for my older brother wandering around in Africa:)

http://www.facebook.com/ext/share.php?sid=37878954845&h=09ymK

LRC

LRC

These three letters bring a flood of emotions for nursing majors at SAU (and a few reported rumors of the Theo majors as well). This is where big realizations are made, such as: "I passed!" or "I have to take this semester again..." This is where you sit in front of a computer screen for hours, taking tests, practicing "ProCalc" and watching highly entertaining videos on how to communicate effectively, along with other various an serious topics. Sounds fun, huh?

Today I felt very accomplished coming out of the LRC. I had my first exposure to NCLEX review questions this week. I have been trying to pass the questions, again. and again. Let me just say that it has left me at a loss of words... But praise God, I finally passed! Well, at least the NCLEX review. Tomorrow I have a whoppin' exam (well, two actually), and then another nursing exam on Tuesday. Some might say that I am Living Ridiculously Crazy (LRC), but the flood of emotions that comes over me when people mention the LRC will one day become more meaningful when I have really truly passed the NCLEX.

gross!

I have one statement on this matter:

"Couples excessively sharing saliva on this campus really disturbs and disgusts me"- Emily F.

the OCD in me...

Generally speaking, I am not the one in the family that has tendencies to have obsessive compusions. That would be Elisa or Andrew, maybe even my mom. But not me. I'm not crazy like that. I used to make fun of my mom for getting kurfluffled when I flopped onto her beautiful and perpetually made bed, ruining the beauty (I know... perfectly fluffed pillows are not what most would call beautiful...) Anways... I used to make fun of her. That is, until I went away to Academy. Immature, unthoughtful, imperfectionist, high schoolers would barge into my room, flop themselves on my bed, as if there was nothing wrong with messing up my bed that I had meticulously tweaked and tugged at that morning until it was a purdy as the ones in the magazines.

O.k. So maybe I am a little um... shall I say, different? All well.

I noticed it the first time of walking to the dorm, the night I got back from Thanksgiving break: the crooked Christmas tree. It is on the third floor. The first and second floor's Christmas trees are aligned. you can see through the windows on each floor. It really is a (potentially) beautiful sight: Three floors of Christmas trees, all aligned, almost like one BIG tree. But the third tree? I am certain that it is inches off center. Oh, how I hoped that my poor eye sight was decieving me... But no! I side stepped on that side walk in front of Thatcher several times before I came to this conclusion: When nobody is around, I am going to the 3F and fixing this disgraceful situation. A crooked Christmas tree! That is one thing that this obsessive and compulsive girl can't handle.