It may be that the Olympics will be bad for my health. How so? Well, I’m thinking of taking up snowboarding. My brother has worked as a snowboard instructor and told me that he’d be happy to teach me. The question is: am I brave enough to try?
I don’t know.
I loved skiing when I was younger, but gave it up because of physical problems, especially back and knee. So why I think snowboarding now would be a good idea is beyond me. But I feel like it. I’m nervous, though, so haven’t followed through.
I suspect the only way I’m going to accomplished a YOLO, however, is by (painful) accident.
This is me not doing my homework because, quite frankly, it couldn’t get much duller. Three chapters on career development in children, which is basically child development. Again. Over it.
I’m a bit cranky today. I have tendonitis in the heel of my hand from sanding the ceiling the other day. I have to rest it, rather than finish the job. Irritating, and painful.
In addition to that, I wanted a new theme here but my site redesign refused to cooperate. I finally decided that it wasn’t worth the aggravation. This one will do.
I’m enjoying the Olympics for the most part. The coverage sucks and it can be tough dodging spoilers, but it’s still fun to watch. Certainly more fun than reading about how Piaget’s 4 stages of cognitive development compare to Super’s Model of Career Development for Children, or Gottfredson’s Theory of Self-Creation, Circumscription, and Compromise in relation to career development in children.
Also interested in Michael Sam’s story of coming out before the NFL draft. I’ll be watching to see how this plays out going forward. He was projected to be a 3rd round draft pick, but may now go undrafted. Surely some team will have the balls, so to speak, to pick him up. Again, so to speak. That’s a team I’ll cheer for. Unless it’s the Jets or 49ers. I have my limits.
Now, will you kindly hope that CT gets a big snowstorm on Thursday so I don’t have to go to school? It would spare me back-to-back classes, and I would really enjoy the break.
We are spending so much time on death in our Crisis & Trauma class that the Grim Reaper is in danger of getting a swelled head.
I am totally slacking. I should be reading a couple of chapters for C & T tomorrow. But I spent all day Sunday and today on schoolwork, and I’m over it. I’ve just now finished writing a reflection on my personal views of death and how they affect my worldview. Isn’t that enough? I’ll skim the chapters tomorrow. Instead I am writing to you, buying music, and watching the Giants vs. Panthers game from the other night.
That game? Sad. Just sad, I tell ya. Then again, so are my stats for the football pool this past week. Let this be a lesson to you all: apply the Multiple Choice Test rule to picking teams. Once you’ve circled one, don’t change it, especially late at night when your judgment may or may not be impaired by sleep deprivation. Live, learn and, no matter how badly an opposing team is imploding, don’t bet on the Buccaneers.
(That would be my late night change that never should have happened, like getting beer goggles and having to stifle a scream the following morning when you see who you’re sleeping next to.)
Four weeks of death, with some loss thrown in on the side.
No, I haven’t lost (or misplaced) anyone this month. It’s my Crisis and Trauma class. The prof’s specialty is dying and bereavement, so we’re getting heavy doses. I had to write a list of all of my personal losses (any loss, not just death) that I could remember, rating each as minor, moderate, or major. Seven pages later, I was unaccountably depressed.
No fear. I learned a long time ago to take time out and remind myself of my good qualities and accomplishments. I didn’t plunge into the depths of despair.
If she doesn’t stop bringing up Christian Grey, though, I just might. Tonight she let us know that she approved of his therapist.
Good to know.
I haven’t gotten that far yet. I’m only on p. 135 or thereabouts. They’ve just had sex, and his mother has let herself into his apartment, ready to burst into the bedroom. I figured that was a good stopping place.
I had to read about death, you see. And oppression, poverty, and mental illness. But mostly death. And some loss.
Speaking of loss, did you see how badly the 49ers got spanked by the Seahawks? Couldn’t happen to a better team. I’d like to think it will teach Harbaugh, QB Colin Kaepernick, etc. some humility, but I won’t hold my breath. I still need oxygen to exist.
Again without fanfare, my cousin and her boyfriend seem to have worked things out. That’s good then.
I’m dividing my time just now between watching the Packers play the Redskins, mentally balancing the demands of school for the next couple of days with doing the things I want to do for myself, considering all of the health issues I have to address because I forget to make appointments during business hours (and let’s face it, I’m probably going to forget again), thinking about my future career, thinking about how many touchdowns I’ve seen today called back because some idiot incurred a penalty, and thinking that one of my cats is trying to get into the garbage. The last is more of a hunch than a thought, really.
When I’m not busy thinking, I go blank. I think (that word again!) it’s my mind’s way of taking a vacation from all of that thinking. My body would like to take a vacation, too.
Alaska would be lovely, please and thank-you.
In the spirit of making use of this site that I’m paying for, I’m pondering what inanities to impart to you this time. Many (but not all) of you follow me on FB and/or Twitter, so there’s bound to be some repetition. My apologies. Now suck it up or go back to ignoring this blog.
I’m still interested in working in corrections counseling, but I’ve also become drawn to working with veterans and active duty soldiers suffering from PTSD, TBI, and other problems. I could also see myself working in a hospital as a member of a crisis intervention team. Crisis and Trauma really is my thing. Anything outside of these arenas just isn’t me. I start my practicum next year, which will give me a chance to explore my options further.
Football: When I was a kid, I loved football. I loved to play flag football on the playground, and even had to play it in gym class for one rotation. Being a good catcher and fast runner, I played wide receiver. So much fun! I’m a competitive person, so the sport appeals. Somehow over the years since then, I lost interest. During the NFL playoffs last season, though, I got sucked back in. I don’t know why. I think the TV was on in the background while I was doing homework, and then something happened to suck me in. And suck me in it must have, because now I’m crazy about it again. I watch every game, including pre-season. Randy – who really doesn’t like football – bought me a subscription to NFL Game Rewind so I never have to miss one, no matter where it airs. I bought myself a Kansas City Chiefs cap (my current favorite, though overall I don’t have a team), and Randy bought me an NFL t-shirt. I wear both while watching the games. I also clutch a little foam football. Its size and composition make it the safest choice. That sucker flew across the room after the Jets won the other day, carried on the wind of the curses spewing forth from my lips…
There are other things I could write about, things that aren’t very interesting. I think I’ll save those to bore you with on another day.
Maybe I’ll add a “Sports” category, operating on the assumption that I will be blogging about football, and perhaps other sports, on occasion in the future. Makes sense.