Wednesday, November 27, 2013

It's a blur, a whirl

School - I have somehow managed to maintain an A in Anatomy, but I still have the lab & lecture final to contend with.  The class has been frustrating, because the lecture section is all online - just Power Point slides.  The lab section is on campus.  This is the first semester it's been tried; my professor is a very educated woman but she's a biologist, not an anatomist and that shows sometimes, and we're all kind of guinea pigs.  I have taken to reading the lectures out loud into a voice recorder, which I can then listen to while driving.  It actually helps a lot.  I love the material, I love learning. I wish I could take a year-long anatomy course, or just a semester on musculature.  I'm registered for Microbiology in the spring and will probably take an Intro to PT and Rehab class as well, which I think will require me to enroll in one of the adapted kinesiology classes so I can work as an assistant.  I'm really looking forward to that, but it also means I'm getting perilously close to being a full-time student. 

Kids - P is literally failing at school.  So I have yet again asked the district to do a full assessment.  I have done *everything* that has ever been suggested and we are still at this point.  We have to figure out what the disconnect is between P's high intelligence/comprehension and his inability to complete class/homework.  We recently increased his dosage (it's hilarious to report that he now weighs 72 pounds, the skinny little monkey) and that has made a dramatic difference, but the underlying problem still exists.  I have filled out the assessment packet and will turn it in when the kids get back to school after the holiday.  I'm also going to look into finding a Jr. cross-country program for P to join.  His gross motor skills are

E is E.  Smart, able, lazy as all get-out.  He'll be fine, we just have to keep up the exhausting task of molding him into a less obnoxious/lazy version of himself.  He still mostly refuses to do homework, unless it's something he recognizes he needs to improve at.  And filling out a reading log?  Forget it!  He's obsessed with Pokemon right now and will talk about it ad infinitum if allowed.  I usually start talking about Anatomy in response, which is generally successful in repelling all talk of Megaroth or Leucadio, or whoever the heck his current favorite is.

Band - we're getting really good.  We played a set last night that just blistered.  Cindy says today her hand feels like she got in a slap fight with a plaster bust.  In a rare moment of cosmic convergence, we had a couple there to see us who have an internet radio show and who blog for the Long Beach Independent - and we played a GREAT set for them to see.  They've actually already played us on their show once, and will play us again after Thanksgiving.  I've said all along that my greatest goal was for us to get 1000 likes on Facebook, so I'm trying to stay pretty neutral about it all.  But it's genuinely nice to have people appreciate the work we've put in on this baby.

D is just quietly plugging along.  He's been working long hours, nights and occasional weekends on a pretty big project.  I've been trying to encourage him to come to the gym with me (I'm attacking it with a vengeance; I have two friends gently nagging me to do Tough Mudder with them in the spring), but so far no luck.  He stops riding his bike much in winter and he needs a physical outlet.  I'm looking at buying him some personal or group training as a Christmas present - is that too manipulative?  We're the sort of couple that thinks a new vacuum or a gym membership is an entirely appropriate gift, so I think it's OK.  It shows that I love him and don't want him to get diabetes, right?

Wednesday, September 18, 2013


OK, I'm back.  Maybe.  A little bit.

Since the 12 or so of you that ever read this blog are also my besties on The Book of Face, you might recall that I've started school again.  I have re-enrolled at the local community college and am working on transferring to the local University of Cali. 

"What's the long-term goal," some of you have asked.  As of now, the long-term goal is to become a Doctor of Physical Therapy.  The last time I went back, the plan was a nursing program, but after careful consideration and speaking with actual nurses and nursing students, I realized I was not a good fit for that field.  So with the move and my general laziness, I allowed my brief hiatus to turn into almost three years.  Oops.  So next up is choosing a major for my BS (there's no specific Pre-PT major, just definite prerequisite courses) and trying to get in at the UC.  I could also go to Cal State, but that's a longer drive and I'm not comfortable being that far away from the boys, even though D works much closer to home now.  I have my AA, so now it's a matter of figuring out how long it will take me to get the BS. After the BS, I just have to cross my fingers and pray a lot and try to get in at CSULB, the only public university in the area that has a DPT program.  That will be 3 years.

Back to that little aside about D - after six miserable years in the data storage field, he has returned to the printer company he was once so happy with.  Although D will never be the kind of person who ever just comes out and says "I'm really happy," he is so much less miserable than he has been for years.  Add in that he works 2.5 miles down the same road we live on, and EVERYONE is just so much happier now.  D has really thrown himself back into cycling - he rode in a fundraiser for the American Diabetes Association last year and is doing it again this year, plus he recently did a 100 mile ride (a "century" in sporty parlance) from Irvine to San Diego.  It makes him happy, and when D is happy it's much easier for me to be happy. 

P and E have finally started school again - my school started almost a month before theirs, so we had a fun scramble cobbling together child care 2x a week for a while.  P is now in 6th grade (makes me weepy), and E is in 3rd.  P is still in the gifted program, still a smart, smart kid who really struggles with homework, especially writing.  Although he actually scored 82% and 81% in the writing categories on the stupid STAR tests.  As much as I loathe our obsessive testing culture, I will take what comforts I can.  He is still on medication for his ADD, but we only bother with it on school days so he doesn't build up resistance as quickly.

E is still in the Spanish Immersion program and emphatically tells me he does NOT want to go to the gifted program.  In a mild bit of irony, this year he has the same teacher P did for 3rd grade, the teacher who finally recognized P's learning disability for what it was AND recognized his smarts enough to have him tested for gifted services.  She is a brusque, unsentimental woman but she means business when it comes to her students.  I think she'll be very good for E, who needs his teachers to outsmart him. 

Oh yeah, I'm still in the band!  We're doing well, gigging 3x a month, sometimes more, and we might might might be a quartet again.  Remains to be seen.  My favorite descriptor for the messy business of setting a band lineup is that it's like a poly marriage - everybody has to approve, everybody has to get along.  So you group-date potential new spouses, and then when it just isn't working out you have an awkward breakup and try to stay friends.  This has all helped convince me that I don't ever want to be single ever again.  But DA and Cindy have turned into so much more to me than just "co-workers."  They're wonderful friends, too.  It's been a blessing, when so many of my oldest and best friends are scattered to the four winds. 

OK, back to studying the brachial and thoracic muscles.