‘Fate Day’


Many of the readers on here (hopefully there actually are some) know that this handsome man of mine is in medical school.


He graduates this May (how did that go by so fast?) and has applied to general surgery residency programs all over the country.

He interviewed at 10 different hospitals (I am sure he knocked their socks offūüôā ) and ranked them #1-10 of where he wants to continue his medical training. Rob’s aspiring to be a pediatric surgeon one day. He starts in a general surgery program and after¬†7 years (2 in the hospital, 2 of research, 3 back in the hospital) he will apply for a pediatric surgery fellowship in which we get to do all of this over again.

Anyway. . .

We ranked the programs from 1-10 based on where we want to live, what programs give him the most opportunities, where he felt comfortable, and what we felt God wanted us to do. As he ranked them 1-10, the programs also ranked their interviewees from all over the country (Thats ALOT of people, guys).

It then goes into a beautifully computerized algorithm and we pray every single day that the hospitals¬†rankings align with Rob’s¬†top ranked programs¬†and that he “matches”.


In three days, we will receive an e-mail letting us know if he matches or not. If he does “HALLELUJAH!”, and if he does not then we scramble to find a program (any type of program, not necessarily general surgery) that will take him. Fun, right?

Because I am trusting our good and faithful Lord that he will¬†match, next Friday¬†we will attend Match Day, or as I like to call it “Fate Day”. We have the privilege (heavy sarcasm) to stand on stage in front of all medical school staff, students, and families to open up an envelope and see where in the country we are headed to and how our fate has been determined for us.

Match Day is the culmination of four challenging years, and, in some ways, is the most exciting day of the medical school experience. Every year at a predetermined time, medical students across the country learn simultaneously which hospital will educate them for the next three to seven years.

Exciting? No, I don’t think so. Terrifying, nerve-wracking, butterflies everywhere, wanting to puke while¬†screaming and crying simultaneously are better words to describe the feelings that I feel towards this day. I mean standing up on stage and reading it for the first time¬†in front of a huge crowd? Yikes! I only hope I look like these people when the cameras go off and am not crying uncontrollably.


All of Rob’s amazingly hard work over the past 4 years comes down to this day. We open that envelope and see what great program he will be a part of to continue this long journey and where God has our next adventure awaiting us.

I am so proud of him. I am so excited for him because HE is so, so excited and deserves so very much from all of his hard work.

Prayers would be greatly appreciated. Prayers that God is in every single step of that algorithm process and He places us where He wants us to be. Not where we want to be. That he knows better, he knows our hearts, and knows where we will flourish and live for Him. That is the prayer.

Pray for Monday, that when that e-mail comes we can dance, sing, cheers, and scream THAT HE MATCHED and a huge weight will be off of Rob’s shoulders.

Monday, Monday. . .

Now to enjoy the weekend.






You know those times in life when you just want to scream?

Or maybe cry hysterically?

When all goes wrong and you feel like there is no way out?

That is how I feel.

Completely and utterly helpless.

Wanting to hyperventilate over not knowing how to get the problem fixed and feeling stressed because of time and other factors.

Then, in a split second I am reminded that it’s not up to me to find a way out.

That in this moment the response I should be having isn’t to scream. . . instead it is to fall on my knees.

Crying still ensues, believe you me it’s still there.

But instead of screaming in anger and frustration I cry out of helplessness and beg for His will and way to be done.

I beg Him to show me what he wants me to do and how to handle what is in front of me and to help me LEAN on Him. To help me let go of my plans and my ways to allow Him to guide me.

And He always, always does.

Who can I rely on more than Him?

Certainly not myself.

Not any human being here on Earth can fix my problems, worries, stresses, in a matter of seconds.

He is the only one who can do that.

Tonight, that is what I am reminded of. Reminded that He wants me to come begging at his feet. To give up all of me and stop trying to fix my life, and my problems, and fully rely on Him to make things right. To make my life work.

Because no matter how much planning I do, how much I can have Rob’s appointment dates and times, flights, rental cars, or hotel stays planned out, it WILL be messed up. There WILL be a glitch in something that will send me, Rob, my beautifully time stamped plans reeling.


Why isn’t my initial response to stop, pray when this happens and know that He has me covered?

Because I am imperfectly imperfect. Always will be. I am so grateful and blessed that he loves me in spite of that.

I know that He has me covered. He will provide a way. Because He loves me, He cares for me, and He will never leave me or forsake me. I am his daughter, and he is my Father. I pray that one day falling on my knees IS my initial response.

I just need to remember to rely on him. Instead of others and my planner, no matter how great it may beūüôā


Our New Addition

For the past three or so months Rob and I have had the pleasure of puppy sitting for my sister.


This is Kona. She is the sweetest, most gentle, loving, cuddly dog I have ever met. With being home since the beginning of July each day on summer break, Kona and I were able to spend tons of time together and get lots of cuddles in.


I became crazily attached. I didn’t know you could love an animal like that and become so attached that they become part of your family.


When my sister took her back in the beginning of August, I was sad. Seriously, I cried. When Rob saw how sad I was he decided that we needed a dog.




After breakfast last Friday morning, we went to the Humane Society down the street and played with a couple of dogs that we were interested in. I forgot to take pictures of the pups to remember them while we mulled it over, I was just so excited to be there.

First things first, the Humane Society is GORGEOUS. We pulled up to the building and Rob remarked at how pretty the outside of the building was.

Humane Society


We walked in, it looked like we were in a hotel lobby, and spoke to the receptionist and all she could say were wonderful things about the new building. How the animals have big living quarters and how well taken care of they are. She was excited for our entire experience and showed us how the process worked. We walked through the different rooms of dogs, who were all behind glass doors, and wrote down the dogs name/code of those that we wanted to meet.

I wanted a dog like Kona. Mild tempered, not too excited or jumpy, loving and cuddly, and that doesn’t bark too much. (sounds like the perfect dog doesn’t it?). We found one that we really liked, Charlie. He was mild tempered for the most part, loved to be pet and was loving. He just LOVED to jump on people and had a bit too much energy for my liking. Probably because he was cooped up in a kennel all day but ya know first impressions.

We left the Humane society and went on with our fun-filled date day talking about Charlie and whether or not we wanted to go back and get him. We would obviously have to change the name, my fathers name is Charles/Charlie and thats just weird, but he was the perfect size and was sweet. Saturday morning we woke up and talked more about going back to get him. Something was holding me back though. It was probably just the sheer fear of committing to owning a dog, but I was still unsure about it. I was on Facebook and decided to go to the page of a local rescue group that I follow. I went on the page and scrolled through their feed of dogs that were found lost and trying to reconnect with their owners. Then I stopped on one pup that was shown severely skinny and sad.

A local woman had¬†posted on how she had found this puppy a year ago, took her in and gave her vaccinations and back to good health. She then found a family to adopt her and thought all was well. She would periodically check in on the puppy to say hi and make sure all was still well. Last week when she went by, almost a year since the family had her, she found her in bad condition.¬†She was malnourished, abused, dirty, scared, and tired. She told the family she was taking her and they didn’t seem to care. She was nursing her back to health for the past week and was trying to find her a new forever home to live in.


I showed the post to Rob and commented on how sad it was and how cute this little girl was. He agreed and asked if I wanted to meet her. We called the good samaritan lady up and she told us how she had just put her in a foster family home but would try and bring her by later that day to meet us.


We call her Lady Lucy for this cute little pose she gives when she lays down.

It was love at first sight. We knew we wanted to keep her from the few moments we had with her and she officially became ours on Sunday morning.

The sweetest, most gentle, loving dog there is. (Another Kona!)


She is the perfect dog. She loves to be loved, and fed of course.

She will eat us out of house and home if we let her but for now we are doing our best to keep her food intake regulated and not get too much at once.


The only time we have heard her bark so far was at Ripley, our cat, when he hissed at her and she was not having it. Then again at 5:00am in the morning from downstairs to go out.


She is terrified of the car, and of our stairs. She refuses to go near each one. But she loves her bed and she loves her new home.


We are so happy to have our new family member. We took her around to our families on Sunday for everyone to meet her and they all have fallen in love. Rob’s Nana and mom tried to fatten her up as much as possible resulting in Lucy not wanting to leave, I don’t blame her!

I can’t wait to see how cute she is all fattened up and healthy!


Summer Time

My summer has been . . . a whirlwind to say the least. In some ways it feels like it just started a week or two ago. And in other ways I feel as though I have been on summer break for forever.


I mean I left to Europe for 2.5 weeks over a month and a half ago. It feels so long ago!

This summer has been a dream and everything I wanted and needed. I spent so many great days with my momma and friend in Europe. I exprienced new things and made dreams come true.


I also was able to spend time with friends and my handsome man since I have been home.¬†I have had weekly beach days with close friends who time seems to run out for when the school year is up and running. But most of all I get to spend more unexpected time with this cutie right here‚̧





Rob has been on surgery rotations for the past two months. One in Orlando while I was in Europe, hence why I took the invitation to go to Europe, and one in Miami when I arrived back home. His hours are crazy during surgery and I only get to see him a few hours per night before he crashes on the couch. Can’t blame the poor guy. Yes, this will be the rest of my life. He is going into surgery, I know. Doesn’t mean that I like the hours!


He was supposed to be up in ATL this month doing another surgery rotation but that didn’t quite work out as we had hoped. So now he is doing a required geriatrics rotation right down the street and his hours are conducive to us spending more time togetherūüôā


We have been taking advantage and going to the pool when he gets off of work, having dinner together every night, and going out and about running errands together. It is so fun!


On Friday, Rob had an unexpected day off. I jumped up and down when he got the text on Thursday night that his lecture had been canceled and he didn’t have to go in at all. That called for fun in the sun and lots of sleeping in!ūüôā

Friday morning, after we slept in, we decided to go get breakfast at a spot that many people have talked about. I know it isn’t new, but we hadn’t had the chance to go yet so we jumped on it and scurried ourselves East towards the beach for a delicious breakfast at Brooklyn Water Bagel Co.


To say it was good is¬†an understatement. I had a simple bagel and cream cheese and a deliciously huge iced coffee. Guys, they make their own coffee ice cubes so your coffee doesn’t get watered down, what?! ¬†Rob got a stuffed bagel sandwich full of protein: sausage, eggs, bacon, and ham with cheese melted over it. SO GOOD! We were full when we left that place!

On our way to another super fun adventure we passed a place called Tiger Tail Lake. We saw people with sail boats, canoes, kayaks, and paddle boards all over the lake. Our initial plan was to head the beach but after we saw this, we decided to stop there and see what it was all about.


Rob loves to paddle board and has been wanting me to try it for a few years now. We haven’t ever really had the chance to with it being affordable, and Lord knows the first time I am going to do it will not be in the ocean with waves.


We inquired about paddle boarding and decided to spend our day their instead of the beach. Guys, paddle boarding (on a lake) is so much fun! Seriously, I LOVED it. I kept telling Rob that I now want to own a paddle board so that I can do it every day. So fun!


We had an adventurous and tiring time. My. Abs. Are. Sore. We didn’t fall much either¬†except when Rob decided to play a game of “lets switch boards” and I went tumbling into the water and lost my sunglasses. Oh well, it was still fun and definitely something to laugh about.¬†It was a very fun-filled and sunny day spent with my love. Bonus that it was Friday instead of a Saturday so we were able to spend¬†two more days together without work in the way! Woohoo!ūüôā

One more week of summer left, you can bet that I will be soaking it up!

A Happy Little Weekend

This blog post was scheduled to go up on July 27th, and never posted. . .ahh technology!ūüėČ

This weekend was busy and fun-filled. While my husband had to work all weekend (boo) I kept busy with friends and family. I went shopping with one of my girls friends and her adorable little two year old. . . IMG_7927

(That’s her showing me her “muscles”)

I met my parents and grandmother at Dave & Busters for a laughable time playing games with them. And my man was even able to make it for some extra fun after a long shift at the hospital. IMG_7933 IMG_7929

I told him he looks like an oxymoron here. . . in scrubs, shooting peopleūüôā

IMG_7930 I love the fact that I live close to my family. It makes a Sunday that would be spent alone on my couch so much better when I can go to church and lunch with my mother, spend some time with my grandmother, and just sit around their house instead of my own. While Rob again had a 12+ hour shift at the hospital I was able to enjoy my day. Even if I was missing him. . . IMG_7937 It makes me sad to think that next year when Rob begins his residency we will most likely be elsewhere. Then who’s house will I bum around on a Sunday afternoon? On Saturday when I went out shopping with my friend and her little girl, who calls me Ju-Ju (Love It), one of the sweetest moments happened. K wanted my phone while we were riding in the car so she could see¬†“Mr. Rob”. I handed her my phone and she saw my background screen which is a picture of my grandfather. (Prefacing this saying, K is the most verbal 2 year old I have ever met)

K: “Ju-Ju, who’s that?” Me: ” That’s my Grandpa” K: “Oh your grandpa! Ju-Ju, what’s grandpa’s name?” Me: “His name is Poppy” K: (Talking to his picture on the¬†phone) “Hi Poppy! How are you?” “Good?, I good too.” “What are you doing, Poppy?” “Oh! You’re with your friends? I in the car with mommy and Ju-Ju”

Then¬†she proceeded to have¬†a full on conversation in the car with him. It was completely ADORABLE and melted my heart. As we sat there in the car listening to this little two year old’s imaginary conversation with my Poppy, my eyes welled up with tears. Her mom leaned over and said, I think Poppy is trying to talk to you through her. And maybe she’s right. Maybe through the innocence of a little girl (who if you knew my Poppy it wouldn’t be a surprise that he used a little child) my Poppy was saying a little hello to me and letting me know he’s with his friends doing so very very well. Let me just say that when I retold the story to Rob later that day tears started streaming down my face.¬†This picture was taken one year ago yesterday. . . I miss him . . .


If that wasn’t enough of emotions to be running around this weekend, today is the day that my big brother leaves Miami and moves to Los Angeles, California. While I am so very excited for this next start for him I am sad that all of my family members will no longer be¬†close. My parents, brother, sister, grandparents¬†and I have lived within 30 minutes of each other for the past year. (More than that for everyone other than¬†my sister) Every birthday, holiday, and family dinner we have we are all together. It will be weird to not have Tommy around anymore but I know he is excited for this new venture. I am so proud of you big bro. Enjoy the LA life! IMG_3564 IMG_5486 IMG_0206

Pasta, You’ll Love!

This week my dad has been coming each day and working in this ridiculously-awful heat fixing our backyard fence for us.

Our fence was in dire straights and needed some emergency help, pretty badly. It’s needed it for the past two years since we moved in, but we waited until the HOA said something about it.ūüôā

Dad came to the rescue and nailed new fence boards in place of some that had rotted away or were warped from wear and age. He also bolted together places that seemed to be held up by nothing. Told you it was dire straits!

He but up all new boards on our gate and in the front of our fence so what the world sees is brand spanking new. Thank God for my dad. He has come through for us more times than I can count in my lifetime,¬†twice¬†in the past month, and I am so very thankful for all that he is and does.¬†We keep him busy now that he is retired, wouldn’t want him to get bored too easily, right?


Back to the point of the story. . . since Dad was here each evening this week, I tried to make some yummy dinners as a way to say “THANK YOU SO SO SO SO SO SO SO MUCH”. One that I cooked up was ridiculously good according to Dad and Rob.

I went through my pantry that afternoon before grocery shopping and found some goods that had been there for way too long and decided it would be a clean out your pantry night. The result was delicious, and healthy, too!



  • Whole wheat spaghetti
  • Grape tomatoes
  • Artichoke hearts
  • Black olives
  • Grilled chicken
  • Mozzarella cheese
  • Spinach-Basil pesto

I used this recipe from Beachbody.com for the pesto but added spinach along with it for added veggies!

I suggest you go try it. Rob has been looking forward to the leftovers since I made it on Tuesday but hasn’t had a chance to eat them yet. He woke up this morning saying “Don’t make dinner tonight, I want the pasta leftovers”. I would lean to that being a good sign.

Thank you again to the best dad in the entire world! I love you so very much and we appreciate all of your hard work!


Now it’s time for me to get crackin’ on my part of the job and paint the “new” fence. Pray I don’t melt in this Florida heat!

Two Years and Counting. . .

Two years ago today I woke up the most anxious woman in the world. . .


I didn’t sleep a wink the night before, going over in my head what the day would be like and reading over my vows again and again.



Early that morning my sister crawled into bed with me talking excitedly of all that was to come and reading Facebook posts of congratulations from loved ones back home.



We cried and laughed together, then pulled ourselves out of bed to start getting ready.


We had so much fun. We laughed together and the room was full of so much joy as I was surrounded by my friends and closest loved ones.


I remember how I kept looking through the window, hoping to get a glimpse of my groom and dreaming of what he was doing and how he was feeling at that exact moment. I was nervous, I was excited, I was bubbling with joy at the thought of what was still to come on this beautiful day.



I was finally ready. Taking pictures with my mom and dad. Then Jeanna and I hopped into the car to meet Rob and our photographer for our “first look” inside of Rocky Mountain National Park.



I walked up behind him, as his back was turned to me. He wasn’t allowed to look around until I touched his arm. I spoked to him as I walked up, telling him how much I loved him and how excited I was for the day that had finally come.


I touched his arm and he turned around, scooping me up into his arms.


I twirled for him and we laughed in disbelief that this day was finally here, we were actually getting married.


We prayed together, we laughed together, and we cried together. There was joy, so much joy in all that we were blessed with.


Our “first look” was the most intimate and special time of our wedding day. It was our time. Our photographer walking around us taking pictures at a distance was no where on our radar. It was just us. It was perfect.


A couple of hours later, I was walking towards the man of my dreams, standing before our family and friends committing my life to his.



I said “I Do” with the utmost certainty. With my whole entire¬†heart, without a doubt anywhere in me.¬†He was mine, I was his, for forever.


After 8 years of dating this man and falling in love with him year after year, I was finally his wife.


I was finally Mrs. Julia Allman.


Two years ago today. I was blessed with becoming Rob’s wife. The greatest privilege that I have been given to date.


I love being a wife. I love coming home to him each day, building a life with him, and sharing memories. I love cooking for him every night and packing his lunch every morning. I love him. I love the way he loves me, supports me, and guides me.


This year has been one of the hardest years of my life with losing my grandfather and finishing up my masters degree.


The patience and love that Rob has showed me through it all has been more than I could have imagined possible. He has cared for me, encouraged me, uplifted me, and loves me more deeply than I thought possible and he has showed me more and more each day.



I only pray that our marriage continues to grow more deeply as it has every single day thus far.


I am so blessed to be Mrs. Julia Allman.

Here is to 100 more years together!!

Married Allmans