This past month and a half has been agony waiting to hear back from the Graduate School at the U. The mailbox and I had become enemies as it would never produce that one letter. Well folks, the wait is finally over.
I have been accepted.
This fall I will begin my 2 year program at the University of Utah in Speech-Language Pathology. I am so excited! It will be a lot of work, but totally worth it! Also, Bob and I will be graduating at the same time. After that we can feel more comfortable starting a family, and possibly buying a house.
Our life is sure to be busy in the next little while, but we are ready to take it on! Not to mention the fact that we will be really really poor as we try to pay for two graduate programs. So if you ever want to invite us over for dinner, we will not hesitate to accept.
Sunday, March 14, 2010
Monday, March 8, 2010
She's a Biter
A new habit has attacked me. When I get nervous, or am thinking REALLY hard, I bite. Well, more like gnaw. On the inside of my cheek. Today was especially bad...
I had a horrendous Hearing Science test today that wasn't too hard, it just required way too much thinking and reasoning through each problem. My little mind was banging on all cylinders as I was taking the test. About 3/4 of the way through I realize that I had been ferociously gnawing on the inside of my cheek. Thankfully I hadn't started bleeding yet, but still... the poor thing was getting really sore and just screaming out for help.
But once I start, I can't stop. I have to keep gnawing, and I don't know why! Even after I'm aware of the biting, I just keep making it worse.
Food helps, but only for a tiny bit. Right after I take the final swallow, I'm back to chewing the cheek. I'm like a friggin chinchilla today! What I really need is some gum to keep my jaws occupied, but alas, no one in the office has gum. Blast! Why have a suddenly become the gnaw master? I truly don't get it. I never used to do this before this school year.
I think I need to break myself of this habit. It is no bueno. I don't want my cheek being chewed to pieces...that can't be good for oral hygiene, I'm sure. But how do I break ties with the gnawing if I'm not even aware when I begin doing it? Hmm...maybe I'll just stick with the gum for now, and hope this constant chewing is just a phase.
Any suggestions, folks?
I had a horrendous Hearing Science test today that wasn't too hard, it just required way too much thinking and reasoning through each problem. My little mind was banging on all cylinders as I was taking the test. About 3/4 of the way through I realize that I had been ferociously gnawing on the inside of my cheek. Thankfully I hadn't started bleeding yet, but still... the poor thing was getting really sore and just screaming out for help.
But once I start, I can't stop. I have to keep gnawing, and I don't know why! Even after I'm aware of the biting, I just keep making it worse.
Food helps, but only for a tiny bit. Right after I take the final swallow, I'm back to chewing the cheek. I'm like a friggin chinchilla today! What I really need is some gum to keep my jaws occupied, but alas, no one in the office has gum. Blast! Why have a suddenly become the gnaw master? I truly don't get it. I never used to do this before this school year.
I think I need to break myself of this habit. It is no bueno. I don't want my cheek being chewed to pieces...that can't be good for oral hygiene, I'm sure. But how do I break ties with the gnawing if I'm not even aware when I begin doing it? Hmm...maybe I'll just stick with the gum for now, and hope this constant chewing is just a phase.
Any suggestions, folks?
Monday, March 1, 2010
The Dirty Linens
I've been thinking lately that maybe being a Speech-Language Pathologist is not my true calling. I mean, sure it's the logical thing to do, but if for some reason I decide to throw all pragmatics out the window, I have an alternate future in mind:
***Kickin' Band Member***
Oh yeah, baby! I need to be in a band. I can see it now....
Priscilla enters stage left dressed in what can only be described as total awesomeness. She strolls to her scarf-laden microphone stand. Her sparkly, silver jumpsuit casts diamonds of shining light across the walls of The Depot. A scarlet red keytar hangs over her right shoulder; the strap covered by out-of-control, wickedly awesome blonde hair. As for makeup? A thick layer of black eyeliner compliments bright blue eyeshadow and deep red lipstick. A black, sequined vest, red scarf, and silver stiletto heels complete the ensemble.
She's ready to rock.
The crowd is thrown into a frenzy. Applause and cat calls echo back to the stage as the rest of the band strolls to the stage.
Drums: Michael 'The Mikester' David. 6'2", 170lbs of pure rhythm. Environmentalist by day he ensures that his band is always Earth-friendly. He prefers the purple spandex-open vest combo matched with a pair of black diesel sneakers and dark shades. His motto? Lurpiness is next to godliness.
Bass Guitar: Bobierto. Bears. Beets. Battlestar Galatica. With wavy, shoulder-length hair, Bob keeps it simple: ripped jeans, shiny t-shirt, classic tennies. Given the 2009 award for sexiest hair, he is considered the 'pretty boy' of the band. Sorry girls, he's taken.
Lead Guitar: Kimbo. Despite Mike's pleadings, wailings, and temper tantrums, she loves her leather. Tight leather pants? Check. Suave leather jacket? Check. Sexy leather boots? Double check. Unnatural colors for leather? Many a check.
Priscilla grabs the microphone in her right hand, tossing a section of hair over her shoulder with her left.
"Hello Salt Lake City! Are you ready to rock?!"
[Utter hysteria from the crowd]
"I am Priscilla, this is my band, and together we make up
THE DIRTY LINENS!"
After performing a set of insanely awesome 80-influenced tunes, we are called back on stage for an encore. Linens! Linens! The crowd calls. Bob and Mike enter the stage first. Girls wail in the audience, throwing themselves at the two sweaty rockers. Guards quickly rush to restrian the women. Kim and Priscilla enter next, jogging into place to play their final song...
***
Oh boy, it would be fantastic. We'd be huge all over the world. Tours, interviews and morning shows would increase our fan base. We'd be the hottest thing since sunburn.
I'd expect one our group pictures to look something like this:
Please don't judge the outfits. We fired our manager shortly after this photo was taken.
***Kickin' Band Member***
Oh yeah, baby! I need to be in a band. I can see it now....
Priscilla enters stage left dressed in what can only be described as total awesomeness. She strolls to her scarf-laden microphone stand. Her sparkly, silver jumpsuit casts diamonds of shining light across the walls of The Depot. A scarlet red keytar hangs over her right shoulder; the strap covered by out-of-control, wickedly awesome blonde hair. As for makeup? A thick layer of black eyeliner compliments bright blue eyeshadow and deep red lipstick. A black, sequined vest, red scarf, and silver stiletto heels complete the ensemble.
She's ready to rock.
The crowd is thrown into a frenzy. Applause and cat calls echo back to the stage as the rest of the band strolls to the stage.
Drums: Michael 'The Mikester' David. 6'2", 170lbs of pure rhythm. Environmentalist by day he ensures that his band is always Earth-friendly. He prefers the purple spandex-open vest combo matched with a pair of black diesel sneakers and dark shades. His motto? Lurpiness is next to godliness.
Bass Guitar: Bobierto. Bears. Beets. Battlestar Galatica. With wavy, shoulder-length hair, Bob keeps it simple: ripped jeans, shiny t-shirt, classic tennies. Given the 2009 award for sexiest hair, he is considered the 'pretty boy' of the band. Sorry girls, he's taken.
Lead Guitar: Kimbo. Despite Mike's pleadings, wailings, and temper tantrums, she loves her leather. Tight leather pants? Check. Suave leather jacket? Check. Sexy leather boots? Double check. Unnatural colors for leather? Many a check.
Priscilla grabs the microphone in her right hand, tossing a section of hair over her shoulder with her left.
"Hello Salt Lake City! Are you ready to rock?!"
[Utter hysteria from the crowd]
"I am Priscilla, this is my band, and together we make up
THE DIRTY LINENS!"
After performing a set of insanely awesome 80-influenced tunes, we are called back on stage for an encore. Linens! Linens! The crowd calls. Bob and Mike enter the stage first. Girls wail in the audience, throwing themselves at the two sweaty rockers. Guards quickly rush to restrian the women. Kim and Priscilla enter next, jogging into place to play their final song...
***
Oh boy, it would be fantastic. We'd be huge all over the world. Tours, interviews and morning shows would increase our fan base. We'd be the hottest thing since sunburn.
I'd expect one our group pictures to look something like this:
Please don't judge the outfits. We fired our manager shortly after this photo was taken.
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