Thursday, June 18, 2009

House!


We bought a house! Most people that read this probably already know this, but I thought I'd say it here anyway. The process has been relatively low stress (to what everyone has always told me the process is supposed to be like). We looked at homes, made an offer on this one that day, and heard back 2 1/2 hours later that our offer had been accepted! The sellers are even replacing the roof for us! The closing date is set for July 17. Here's to hoping the process continues to go as smoothly as it has so far.

Growing Up

So today I had a couple of those "omg I'm so old" moments.

The first came when my sister, Cassi, called to tell me a few things about a family I knew from Nephi, Utah, my hometown. I babysat for them years ago and taught their youngest son in church when he was 3. The "I'm so old" feeling came when she said he is now 10. 10?!? While 7 years may not sound like that long, it was just the last time I lived at home that I taught him...which only seems like a couple of years ago. Their oldest daughter (who I used to babysit) is now married. Gosh, I'm old.

The second one came when I called the local optometry place in Nephi. I order my contacts from them because if I order them from my eye doctor here I have to pay $100 for a contact lens appoitment and the contacts are expensive. If I order them from the place in Nephi I just have to send my current prescription and they ship me way cheaper contacts with no contact lens appointment. Anyway, so the people who own the optometry place were our neighbors growing up. The guy answers and I say "Hi Clint, it's Danette how are you?" At that moment I had this strange 'living in two worlds' feeling. It's strange talking to people you knew when you were young and calling them by their first name...and talking to them as an adult...It was a bizarre feeling for a moment...Talking to this man who had always been "Brother so and so" (all adults are called brothers and sisters in the Mormon Church) who was now Clint...a man who I am now somewhat equal to. Bizarre.

Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Let the decluttering begin...

Sunday, May 10, 2009

Sympathy...

I have always had sympathy for people with chronic pain, but now I REALLY get it.

Over the past year I've had pain in my joints.  Usually it's just a dull achey sort of pain with intermittent periods of sharp pain.  It never bothered me enough to go to the doctor, though.  I hate the doctor.  It takes A LOT to get me in to a doctor's office.  Over the past several months it's gotten worse, though, and now my muscles are giving me trouble.  It's pretty much constant pain all the time, and if I sit, stand, lay down, walk, lift, bend, or stretch too much I'm in tons of pain.  

I have tried going to the chiropractor (who has helped my neck, but not the muscle pain in my back), frequent visits to the hot tub, and massage...none of which has done anything long term.  So finally I relented and went in to see my doctor last week.  She thinks it may be a side effect of a medication I'm on, but just in case she took 10 (yes TEN) vials of blood to test for various things.  She doubts those will show anything and told me to go off the medication and wait for six weeks.  SIX WEEKS?!?  Ugh.  I'm hoping that's what it is because I don't think I could deal with this for the rest of my life.  It sucks.  So to everyone out there who is living with chronic pain?  Kudos to you. 

Sunday, May 3, 2009

Sunday Adventures

Okay, so once everyone flaked out on me for the May Day Parade I decided I needed to get out of the house and figured I would just start driving and see where I ended up.  I got on 94E and found myself crossing the border into Wisconsin (I'm going to apologize for the quality of photos right now...they were taken with my phone while traveling 55-75 mph).

After awhile I saw signs for Crystal Cave and decided I needed to see what that was all about, so I exited.  Another sign, off the exit, told me to go 6 miles.  I did.  And then 7 and 8 and 9.  No other signs, no directions as to where to turn to find the mysterious cave...so I turned around and went back to where 6 miles was and turn down a road.  After awhile I turned down another road and another.  Eventually I decided that I wasn't going to find the cave and turned around again...except I must have missed a turn somewhere because I wasn't finding the main road again, and I had no idea where 94 was.  I did see lots of trees, though...

And I saw (and smelled!) lots of cows...unfortunately, I didn't get any pictures of them.  They moved too fast ;)

**Photo Comment**  Kristin sees a smiley face in the clouds in the photo above.  I see a monkey.  Either way it makes me happy.

Eventually I found myself back on 94 and decided to continue the adventure by heading even further east.  Next I saw a sign for a bison meat store and gift shop and figured I needed to stop there.  I was all set to buy some bison meat for a good ol' bison burger until I saw how cute they were...

So I left the bison ranch empty handed.  I figured I needed a little more adventure, so I headed east again until I reached Menomonie.  I'd never been there, so I decided to take a drive around town.  I promptly got lost which up until this trip has never really been an issue for me...

Eventually I found my way back to 94 and decided I should probably head home (although a trip to Eau Claire and Madison seemed tempting).  The ride back home went quickly and was quite uneventual...but I did learn a few things:

1.  Bison are cute.
2.  I'm addicted to Diet Coke.
3.  Either I don't have as good of sense of direction as I thought or Wisconsin roads and signs are screwy.
4.  Next time bring the good camera.
5.  I need to do this more often.  

Friday, May 1, 2009

School Update

Well, I finished the second trimester of the year about a month ago.  Yay!  That trimester seemed a little rough compared to others - part of it was the classes themselves and part of it was just me being completely unmotivated.

I am all done with my fieldwork classes for this year, although I am still doing the fieldwork.  The internship at CPA continues to go well, but I find myeslf wishing I could just be done with my 200 hour commitment.  I have about 165 hours, so I'm well on my way to finishing, but still have another month or so before I'll be done.  

My Communication and Interviewing class was a good one, but I didn't feel like I got a whole lot out of it.  Mostly it just felt like a lot of writing without much learning.  I'm not sure if this was my fault or if it really just wasn't helpful.

This semester I'm taking a Working with Groups class as well as a Social Policy for Social Change class.  Initially I was certain I would love the groups class and hate the policy one.  Now that I've gone to three sessions of each I've decided I hate the groups class and love the policy class - go figure.  

I can't believe a year from now I'll be done!  Granted I'll most likely be starting grad school soon after, but after 13 years and 7 colleges I will finally have my BSW!  Yippee!

Monday, April 27, 2009

Good Quotes

I'm a huge quote collector.  Most of the ones I find now tend to come from books I'm reading, and it seems good quotes have been easy to come by lately.  I put the book quotes on my goodreads.com page to keep track of, but thought I would share a few that have been especially meaningful over the past few weeks:

"Unlike film, real life rarely provides an opportunity for a retake," Ben said. "Perhaps that is why I like film so much. But I do think we have to give ourselves the same amount of leeway that we give others. Forgive ourselves. Have pity on ourselves. And perhaps even love ourselves a little." - Linda Olsson, Sonata for Miriam
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"Joan had told me a story once about some elephants in captivity somewhere, how as babies they were put into ankle cuffs with chains that were attached to spikes driven into the ground, which they couldn't pull out. They stopped trying within their first years, because it was frustrating and pointless, so they grew up believing that the spikes were stronger than they were. Apparently it never occurred to them to try again later when they were giant adult elephants perfectly capable of yanking the spikes out without even exerting much effort and running free into the jungle, so they wound up staying put next to these tiny little spikes that were now ridiculously weak in comparison to their powerful legs. Joan said we were like that, too. She said we humans often remained bound by old beliefs that had not real power aside from that which we placed upon them. She said our fears were the little tiny spikes we were sill seeing from the vantage point of the baby elephants, but now, my darling, she had told me, now we were mighty beasts who could uproot the spike any old time we were ready." - Wendy Blackburn, Beachglass
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"It was beautiful not despite but because of the friction it has had to endure. It had been thrashed around, but instead of being destroyed, it was improved with every scratch and scrape, sculpted. In fact, the scuffs themselves are what gave it its quiet splendor; they are responsible for turning a simple piece of glass (which could have just as easily been trash) into a gem. It wouldn't be the same without the wear and tear; it wouldn't be something pretty enough to be turned into jewelry if it hadn't been damn near broken. I closed my fist around this tear-shaped gem and thought about my own uneven edges, my own abrasions, and things I have endured that have, instead of breaking me, completed me, prepared me for the next tumble. Its odd beauty was hard-won. It came from reinventing itself. From having risen to the top of the discard pile. Like a phoenix, from victim to victor. " - Wendy Blackburn, Beachglass
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"Just like the breakthroughs, the bad stuff always takes you by surprise." - Gail Giles, Right Behind You
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"We think that the point is to pass the test or overcome the problem, but the truth is that things don't really get solved. They come together and they fall apart. Then they come together again and fall apart again. It's just like that. The healing comes from letting there be room for all of this to happen: room for grief, for relief, for misery, for joy. " - Pema Chodron, When Things Fall Apart