I'm sorry, Lillith, but snow boarding is only slightly better for your joints, but far worse for the prospect of fracturing your coccyx or femur. Ouch either way! Also, congratulations on making it to the 2nd trimester. I hope it treats you better than the 1st!
And Shannon....Brian's Shannon! I remember you! And you were delightful, just as Annette said! And Briskey, be nice!
Also, Briskey, just for the record, it is NOT fair to hold a Daisy Dukes party. Boys always seem to have prettier legs than girls AND they don't have pesky cellulite....there's nothing more depressing than to be jealous of your gay friend's legs!
I put a new playlist on my iPod last night. I know it's lame to say, but I love new playlists, especially when I put it on Shuffle and I'm like, "what's gonna play next?!" Every new song is like a little Christmas surprise!
Oh. One last thing. What would you think if a guy told you his favorite movie is The Notebook? Please give your opinions in the comments, I'd like to see if my thoughts about this tid-bit are "normal" amongst my blog readers!!
Tuesday, June 30, 2009
Monday, June 29, 2009
Many People See Zebras Falling Like Elephants
I had my second Human Anatomy exam today. I wore my Sparkly pink barrette of Mystical Test Taking Powers and put a polite request into the wax baby jesus, so we'll see how things went. I try to remind myself that the point isn't the grade of the class, but the information I'm learning. Ok. So I can't remember the name of the ritual performed by the ancient Incans to remove the human heart in a quick and timely fashion (that was an actual question on the test this morning), but I know that the mandible is made up of the body, rami, angle, mandibular & mental foramen, mandibular condyle, mandibular notch and coronoid process (which is a site of attachment for your masseter muscle)....I know that the mandibular condyle articulates with the mandibular fossa on the inferior portion of the temporal bone and makes up the temporomandibular joint which is actually 2 synovial diarthrotic joints (this is part of the reason that some people, mostly women, have problems with their TMJ) and is a 3rd class lever system. It's not the grade that matters, it's the information that I'm learning and I'm learning A LOT!
I've started to work out again. It's been about 9 months since I've "worked out" (other than walking to work) and I realized that I missed the routine of going and spending an hour listening to Britney and sweating out the stress on the elliptical. I've also learned from my anatomy class, that as a woman, one of the best ways to keep my bones strong and healthy and keep osteoporosis and broken hips (which is actually a misnomer, because you don't break your hip, you break the neck of your femur...) at bay is to participate in moderate exercise. I've also learned that running and skiing are just the about the worst thing you can do to your joints and I intend to spend the remainder of my life avoiding an unhappy triad!!
Welcome mystery non-psycho blog reader! I really hope that I was nice to you while we had classes together at USU....I went through a stage of being slightly self-absorbed and I really hope I wasn't rude! I tried to look on YOUR blog for a clue about your identity, but I couldn't find one....on a side note, I TOTALLY agree with you about the acrylic nails!
I've started to work out again. It's been about 9 months since I've "worked out" (other than walking to work) and I realized that I missed the routine of going and spending an hour listening to Britney and sweating out the stress on the elliptical. I've also learned from my anatomy class, that as a woman, one of the best ways to keep my bones strong and healthy and keep osteoporosis and broken hips (which is actually a misnomer, because you don't break your hip, you break the neck of your femur...) at bay is to participate in moderate exercise. I've also learned that running and skiing are just the about the worst thing you can do to your joints and I intend to spend the remainder of my life avoiding an unhappy triad!!
Welcome mystery non-psycho blog reader! I really hope that I was nice to you while we had classes together at USU....I went through a stage of being slightly self-absorbed and I really hope I wasn't rude! I tried to look on YOUR blog for a clue about your identity, but I couldn't find one....on a side note, I TOTALLY agree with you about the acrylic nails!
Thursday, June 25, 2009
Do these pants make my ass look fat?!!
A little story:
Gavin had reached the point where he was starting to smell like a puppy. As a mother it's my job to get him into the shower and as a kid it's his job to stall actually having to get wet. I'm not sure why this is. I mean, it can't feel good to be that dingy and stinky, but it's like a small defeat every time he has to scrub off that layer of grim. After about 10 minutes of trying to get him into the shower and he was trying to stall...I warned him that I was about to get angry...he quickly started telling me that I was the prettiest girl in the world and the best girl in the whole world and he wouldn't trade me for anything, etc. etc. etc. We then had this conversation.
Me: I think you're saying all those things to placate me.
Him: Well, the prettiest girl one, yes, the best girl one, no.
Me: So you were lying to me when you said I was the prettiest girl?
Him: You're the half-prettiest.
Me: Wait. What does even mean? "Half-prettiest"?!
Him: (Holding his arms out as a measurement tool for measuring prettiness) This is prettiness and you're half.
Me: Ok. So what is it about me that makes me only the half-prettiest.
Him: Things. But I'm not going to tell you.
I must admit it hurt my feelings for a moment--every mom wants their son to think they're the prettiest girl, but then I just laughed and realized that my son, at six, had already learned the valuable lesson of lying to a woman....
Gavin had reached the point where he was starting to smell like a puppy. As a mother it's my job to get him into the shower and as a kid it's his job to stall actually having to get wet. I'm not sure why this is. I mean, it can't feel good to be that dingy and stinky, but it's like a small defeat every time he has to scrub off that layer of grim. After about 10 minutes of trying to get him into the shower and he was trying to stall...I warned him that I was about to get angry...he quickly started telling me that I was the prettiest girl in the world and the best girl in the whole world and he wouldn't trade me for anything, etc. etc. etc. We then had this conversation.
Me: I think you're saying all those things to placate me.
Him: Well, the prettiest girl one, yes, the best girl one, no.
Me: So you were lying to me when you said I was the prettiest girl?
Him: You're the half-prettiest.
Me: Wait. What does even mean? "Half-prettiest"?!
Him: (Holding his arms out as a measurement tool for measuring prettiness) This is prettiness and you're half.
Me: Ok. So what is it about me that makes me only the half-prettiest.
Him: Things. But I'm not going to tell you.
I must admit it hurt my feelings for a moment--every mom wants their son to think they're the prettiest girl, but then I just laughed and realized that my son, at six, had already learned the valuable lesson of lying to a woman....
Tuesday, June 23, 2009
I'm never eating beef jerky again....
I survived my first Lab Exam. I think I did ok. I bought myself a pink glittery barrette and decided to imbue it with mystical testing taking skills, so I wore it today. Hopefully, all the imbuing did it's job and I did well!
I also survived my first experience with the cadavers today. We're learning the muscles, so there were two skinned bodies for us to study. One for the posterior side (the back of your body) and one for the anterior side (the front side of your body). Them being skinned helped me a little, as I didn't actually see the person's face, just the muscles underneath. So far my favorite muscle has to be the buccinator...it's the muscle that controls the ability for a trumpet player to play his trumpet. Eventually, I'll need to be able to name the major muscles, where they originate, where they attach on the body and their "job"....I'm pretty sure I'm going to either kick some muscle ass or have a muscle-induced nervous breakdown!
After attending the funeral of our House Manager (she was diagnosed with Stage 4 pancreatic cancer in February) yesterday, I have decided that I am ANTI-funerals. They just seem so cruel and unnecessary. I realize the whole purpose is to provide closure for those left behind, but I fail to see the appeal in making the children, who have just lost their mother, and the husband, who has just lost the love of his life, get up and talk about how great she was. Everybody who knew her knew she was a great woman! Besides, I'm too empathetic....as soon as I see someone crying, I'm gone and I don't particularly like making the ugly cry face in a room full of partial strangers.
I shouldn't like Tori Spelling & Dean McDermott as much as I do. I feel partially guilty about it. I mean, they're just so cute together and you see them and see how in love they are with each other and how "perfect" they seem to fit together....and then you remember that they were both married when they met and that they cheated on their respective spouses to be together....but that doesn't seem to matter because they're just so damn cute together. See. Guilt.
I also survived my first experience with the cadavers today. We're learning the muscles, so there were two skinned bodies for us to study. One for the posterior side (the back of your body) and one for the anterior side (the front side of your body). Them being skinned helped me a little, as I didn't actually see the person's face, just the muscles underneath. So far my favorite muscle has to be the buccinator...it's the muscle that controls the ability for a trumpet player to play his trumpet. Eventually, I'll need to be able to name the major muscles, where they originate, where they attach on the body and their "job"....I'm pretty sure I'm going to either kick some muscle ass or have a muscle-induced nervous breakdown!
After attending the funeral of our House Manager (she was diagnosed with Stage 4 pancreatic cancer in February) yesterday, I have decided that I am ANTI-funerals. They just seem so cruel and unnecessary. I realize the whole purpose is to provide closure for those left behind, but I fail to see the appeal in making the children, who have just lost their mother, and the husband, who has just lost the love of his life, get up and talk about how great she was. Everybody who knew her knew she was a great woman! Besides, I'm too empathetic....as soon as I see someone crying, I'm gone and I don't particularly like making the ugly cry face in a room full of partial strangers.
I shouldn't like Tori Spelling & Dean McDermott as much as I do. I feel partially guilty about it. I mean, they're just so cute together and you see them and see how in love they are with each other and how "perfect" they seem to fit together....and then you remember that they were both married when they met and that they cheated on their respective spouses to be together....but that doesn't seem to matter because they're just so damn cute together. See. Guilt.
Saturday, June 20, 2009
A Few Things....
1. When your child is old enough to walk without it taking hours to get from one place to the other, it's time to put the stroller away. I saw a mom pushing her 8 year old in a stroller at Summerfest today.
2. Why does it always seem like the people who should stop talking (i.e. people dumber than boxes of hair) are never the ones who stop talking? It makes me want to stab things in my eyeball.
3. June is nearly over. We've had maybe 5 days of sunshine so far. I'm totally ok with this. I hate the heat.
4. No, Brian, it wasn't a penis. If it had been, I would've sent you a picture from my camera phone with a totally inappropriate message.
5. Congratulations on the success of your play, Annette. I'm waiting patiently for your theatrical adaptation of the Greg & Danny Show!
6. I think I have test anxiety. I go to take the test and I start to itch and get all blotchy and then I get amnesia and I can't remember anything. Then, as soon as I turn in my test and leave the room, I can remember EVERYTHING. It's very frustrating.
7. Taking my anatomy class is making me scared to leave the house! There are so many really awful things that can happen to you. I don't want an acromioclavicular separation!!
2. Why does it always seem like the people who should stop talking (i.e. people dumber than boxes of hair) are never the ones who stop talking? It makes me want to stab things in my eyeball.
3. June is nearly over. We've had maybe 5 days of sunshine so far. I'm totally ok with this. I hate the heat.
4. No, Brian, it wasn't a penis. If it had been, I would've sent you a picture from my camera phone with a totally inappropriate message.
5. Congratulations on the success of your play, Annette. I'm waiting patiently for your theatrical adaptation of the Greg & Danny Show!
6. I think I have test anxiety. I go to take the test and I start to itch and get all blotchy and then I get amnesia and I can't remember anything. Then, as soon as I turn in my test and leave the room, I can remember EVERYTHING. It's very frustrating.
7. Taking my anatomy class is making me scared to leave the house! There are so many really awful things that can happen to you. I don't want an acromioclavicular separation!!
Monday, June 15, 2009
Your endochondral ossification is showing.....
So I've successfully navigated my first week in my Human Anatomy class. We had our first test today on Intro to anatomy, the integumentary system and bone & connective tissues...did I mention that I've only been in class for a week?! I think I did alright, not stupendous, but not horrible either....luckily, I can drop my lowest test score and now I know what to expect from the tests....and knowledge, as they say, is power...
I'm actually enjoying the class and Dr. Anderson, my professor is a pretty cool cat. Within the first hour of lecture on the first day of class he showed us several pictures of himself when he was younger (the moustaches were awesome!) a picture of Raquel Welch (so that we would have a point of reference when she showed up in the story problems on our exams--this made me feel old as I realized that there were fellow baby-students who really had now idea who she was), a picture of Kate Beckinsale in Underworld, two gunshot wounds and a man who was stabbed in his thoracic cavity with a kitchen knife!
I also survived my first anatomy lab which involved hanging out in the cadaver lab. We haven't had to view the actual bodies yet, but we did have to sit around with them on their tables in their body bags....I think they're trying to acclimatize us to the idea of being around the bodies. Above each bodies is a whiteboard that contains their name, the date they died, how old they were, the cause of death and their occupation at the time of death. I hung out with Isabella, an 87 year old homemaker who died of natural causes, as I learned about the axial skeleton. I'm not creeped out by the bodies...I'm more fascinated than heebed, but I know I'm going to have a hard time separating the person from the body....I just can't seem to make not myself think about the family they left behind and the fact that they woke up one morning, ate some cereal, kissed their wife, went off to work and then had a heart attack....I feel like a voyeur. Annette's Mike gave me the excellent piece of advice to focus on only what I need to learn from the lesson. Hans then told me I should pretend they're all hobos. I'm thinking maybe I'll take a combination of both approaches to not end up barfing!
So, a story for you all. As I was sitting, learning the bones of the skull & vertebrae, I glanced up from my notes and saw a clear plastic bin filled with liquid sitting on one of the cadaver tables. And floating in that liquid was a pair of blue eyes STARING AT ME! I realized then that I should get used to seeing odd things floating in liquids. I'm not even going to tell you what was in the bin next to it!!
I'm actually enjoying the class and Dr. Anderson, my professor is a pretty cool cat. Within the first hour of lecture on the first day of class he showed us several pictures of himself when he was younger (the moustaches were awesome!) a picture of Raquel Welch (so that we would have a point of reference when she showed up in the story problems on our exams--this made me feel old as I realized that there were fellow baby-students who really had now idea who she was), a picture of Kate Beckinsale in Underworld, two gunshot wounds and a man who was stabbed in his thoracic cavity with a kitchen knife!
I also survived my first anatomy lab which involved hanging out in the cadaver lab. We haven't had to view the actual bodies yet, but we did have to sit around with them on their tables in their body bags....I think they're trying to acclimatize us to the idea of being around the bodies. Above each bodies is a whiteboard that contains their name, the date they died, how old they were, the cause of death and their occupation at the time of death. I hung out with Isabella, an 87 year old homemaker who died of natural causes, as I learned about the axial skeleton. I'm not creeped out by the bodies...I'm more fascinated than heebed, but I know I'm going to have a hard time separating the person from the body....I just can't seem to make not myself think about the family they left behind and the fact that they woke up one morning, ate some cereal, kissed their wife, went off to work and then had a heart attack....I feel like a voyeur. Annette's Mike gave me the excellent piece of advice to focus on only what I need to learn from the lesson. Hans then told me I should pretend they're all hobos. I'm thinking maybe I'll take a combination of both approaches to not end up barfing!
So, a story for you all. As I was sitting, learning the bones of the skull & vertebrae, I glanced up from my notes and saw a clear plastic bin filled with liquid sitting on one of the cadaver tables. And floating in that liquid was a pair of blue eyes STARING AT ME! I realized then that I should get used to seeing odd things floating in liquids. I'm not even going to tell you what was in the bin next to it!!
Thursday, June 4, 2009
Know when to walk away. Know when to run.
Gavin is officially on Summer Vacation! He had his final assessment on Monday and he's still a smarty. I'm hoping that he survives the summer without my mother locking him in a closet...he's already bored and it's only been a week!
The named the Top 20 for So You Think You Can Dance. I'm a little saddened that they didn't let both of the Krazinski/Kawasaki/Crastaphari brothers on the show. I think they both deserved the chance....I mean, they have 2 b-boys on the show this year and a handful of contemporary dancers, too, so why not make room for two Gene Kellys! I am very excited to see how they do next week....I'm thinking Tony is going to be in a little over his head and will spend a great deal of time crying in the men's toilet...
I made an appointment to get my hair cut on Saturday. It's time for a change. I just feel like I'm not the same person I was and this curtain of strawberry blond hair has gotta go. I'll probably sob when she cuts it, but it's time.
Lillith, they'll continue to look a little blobby until they don't...then they'll be able to do that whole creepy 3-D thing and your baby will look like a used car salesman. And good luck with the move!
And Katie...I knew it was you! Welcome to my blog!
And Briskey...I hope you have the best time in Florida!!
The named the Top 20 for So You Think You Can Dance. I'm a little saddened that they didn't let both of the Krazinski/Kawasaki/Crastaphari brothers on the show. I think they both deserved the chance....I mean, they have 2 b-boys on the show this year and a handful of contemporary dancers, too, so why not make room for two Gene Kellys! I am very excited to see how they do next week....I'm thinking Tony is going to be in a little over his head and will spend a great deal of time crying in the men's toilet...
I made an appointment to get my hair cut on Saturday. It's time for a change. I just feel like I'm not the same person I was and this curtain of strawberry blond hair has gotta go. I'll probably sob when she cuts it, but it's time.
Lillith, they'll continue to look a little blobby until they don't...then they'll be able to do that whole creepy 3-D thing and your baby will look like a used car salesman. And good luck with the move!
And Katie...I knew it was you! Welcome to my blog!
And Briskey...I hope you have the best time in Florida!!
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