Finishing Only to Start Again!

So, I love my life...I took a CLEP exam this week and passed it so I do not actually have to take the class and will graduate on time! Which is in 2 weeks now. TWO WEEKS! I cannot believe it and this term has been so painful. Well, one class is painful in that it is Human Sexuality and between the book and the papers I have had to write, I feel like a pervert. I am not a Psychology major because I want to clinically treat individuals and I certainly do not want to deal with sexual dysfunction or deviant behavior. SERIOUSLY! But this is one of two classes I must complete. The other is Integrative Psychology and my Senior capstone. I could not have a better way to cap off my degree than this class and this professor! When I registered for this class, I did so with a groan. Surprisingly, I have loved every minute of this class. So really, I have two weeks of coursework left and it is chock full of 10 page papers, exams, and of course, the demands of my job!

In addition, G and I both are focused on trying to get into Grad School. He was accepted for the Computer Science Master's Certificate program at Stanford, but we just cannot afford the price tag right now. I am really proud of him for doing this. He is 10 years older than I am and could retire in the next 10 years, but he has not achieved all that he wants to achieve before doing just that. Besides, he only wants to retire to spend more time with me and I am way too young to even think about retiring!

A Friendly Reminder

So I am sitting here watching the Oprah I recorded today. Dr. Oz is talking about diabetes. He is treating a woman that has Type one who is 44 years old and has lost kidney function, one leg up to her knee and just had her other foot amputated. 85,000 limbs are amputated due to diabetes per year. The warning signs are: constant thirst, frequent urination, non-healing infections, tingling toes, and blurred vision. I have three of the five. The risk factors are belly fat, sedentary lifestyle, family history, and smoking. I have two of the four. If your waist size is more than half your height, then you are at risk. So there is a vicious cycle..if you get a little fat around your waist, then if you are Type II, the sugar floats around looking for a receptor to bind to. In lieu of binding, it stores in the belly, creating more fat. It then becomes more difficult to reverse. So this explains why I can run and not lose but a handful of weight at a time. It does not make things better, easier, but it explains it in a way that makes me need to be more patient with myself. I need to run because I love to run and because it is good for my heart. I need to be patient, I need to be patient. I need to stay away from sugar, which means I need to get enough sleep and I need to protect my feet. I need to do better.

Luck, Pure Luck

When I look at my child, I get over-whelmed by my love for her. She is amazing and beautiful and wonderful and real. There are times that I look at her and find myself over come by emotion and passion. I am so lucky.

Ode to Buckys

So I am a true Bucky's girl. There are days in which I make two runs, one before work and one after or during. This has been a hard week with lots of work, work, work, and so I went this afternoon for a nonfat treat. The cars parked outside range from high end luxury automobiles to those that have duct tape holding the bump in place. Inside, is a potpourri of diversity. There is an older woman sitting in the corner with burgundy hair fashioned in a mo hawk and a couple of people chatting over spreadsheets in suits. Mixed with studious looking souls covered in ink are stay at home mothers chatting it up before the kiddos get out for the day. There is no rhyme or reason to whom partakes in a Bucky's beverage, except that we are all inter-related by our loyalty to the green and white.

Red Eye Is not a flight...

Here. Tired. Event Week.

The Road to Hell is still the road to hell.....

Tomorrow begins my third week of this term. Five weeks left before I graduate as long as I pass these two courses and take a CLEP exam. I waited until the last minute today to write and turn in a 5 page paper on mental illness. It makes me wonder if on some level I am sabotaging myself. What does it mean for me to graduate and why would I fear that. I am nervous about the CLEP exam and I must maintain a certain GPA in order to gain acceptance to the MBA program. I can do this, I know I can do this. Did I not plan well today or am I on a familiar road?

Love Lost

I am currently reading the most amazing book. The Last Lecture by Randy Pausch. It has been a couple of years since he wrote the book and almost two years since he died. The book is meant as a time capsule for his children as his oldest was 6 when he died and his youngest is only a baby. Today I watched the Lecture from the Oprah episode and the interview he and his wife conducted with Diane Sawyer. I cannot imagine the heart-break, which got me thinking about Todd Beemer and his wife, Lisa (?) from 9/11. Is it better to know that the love of your life has months to live, leaving you to live your life without them, knowing that each special occasion will be the last the two of you will spend together? Or is it better to wake up to the loss of your great love, not having those last moments to appreciate, but not watching them die slowly over time? Then I started thinking about those who love the one who got away and they let them go. They move on to live their lives, marry someone, have children, and never face that honesty.

These are the things I should not think about that I do. All three scenarios are tragic and sad and would keep me up at night if I truly considered it. But I love this book.....