I’m DONE!

This post was previously titled ‘Halfway There’, but of course, that was a week ago.  Never got it posted.

I was busy finishing up the 50 massages I had to complete to graduate.  I began serving as a Massage Intern on December 8 ( for you lay people: ‘Intern’ is a fancy word we use down here in Texas that really means ‘testing our new skills on willing human guinea pigs’).  Today is December 26, and I have completed all fifty.  

Tomorrow, I send in a copy of my transcript and 117 dollars to the Texas Dept. of Health and I will be given an appointment time to go and sit for a written test.  Woo-Hoo!

I am a graduate and soon I’ll possess a professional license!  I wasn’t this excited after being handed my High School diploma. Maybe that says something about my life…

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Part 2 of 2 for testing out of Swedish Massage was TODAY.  Several of the Licensed Massage Therapists employed by the Institute had to volunteer to be massaged  by each of the eight ladies in my class, then offer critiques. The Licensed Therapist that was chosen for me to massage?  The founder of our Institute, Mr. Anderson. ( I know, I know.  He’s never SEEN any of the Matrix movies, so he doesn’t get it!) This is the  man who spoke before Texas Legislation (more than 20 years ago) to get clinical massage on the law books.  I therefore call him ‘The Godfather of Massage’.  There were others who stood beside him, sure, but he’s the only one I actually know.  Of all the students massaging for the ‘final exam’, it was ME who was brave  confident enough to volunteer to give Mr. Anderson a massage.  A one hour massage

He gave me some good feedback during the actual massage.  He had a suggestion or two when I was done, and when he filled out the critique form afterwards, he wrote “This woman was cut out for massage.”  How awesome is THAT? Coming from a man who’s been massaging/getting massaged for more than 20 years – I’m very flattered! 

Needless to say, I have aced all of my courses, including Swedish Massage (which was the last class) and I’ll be beginning my internship tomorrow.  For the lay people reading my blog, ‘Internship‘ is a fancy term we use down here in Texas for ‘practical massage’ or ‘practice on willing human guinea pigs’.

Finishing Up

Yesterday I took what I thought was the final exam for the last class in Swedish Massage.  It covered 40 major muscles and included the three major facts about each one: where the muscle originates (anchors to a bone), where it inserts (the most moveable end of a muscle), and what it does (the ‘action’), which totaled 120 answers that I could have missed.  So, guess how many I actually missed? 

 Aww, come on!

  I missed one!  Woo-hoo!  I made a 99!  Then our instructor told us that the written test was merely Part One of Two.  Apparently, we also have to massage various Massage Therapists on the staff at The Institute and get their ‘pass’ or ‘fail’ vote.  That begins today!

Please keep me and my entire class (8 of us) in your prayers.  I will update you as soon as I can!

I’ve got a plateful here…

It’s not that I bit off more than I can chew.  It’s just that my belly’s telling me that I’m almost full and yet I’m still looking at a full plate.  Please know that I’m still here.  I just have a lot of chewing to do these days…

Erin Colleen, the 80’s Queen!

I was long ago dubbed that title by my husband (he’s 10 months younger, but we graduated from high school the SAME YEAR thankyouverymuch).  Okay, I’ll tell you that we graduated in 1993. He grew up listening to Country music, whereas I grew up listening to Top 20 songs.  Amazing how different two kids of the Eighties/Early Nineties can be!  Look over this list and see how many apply to you:

You Know You Grew Up In The 80’s or Early 90’s If:

1. You’ve ever ended a sentence with the word SIKE.
2. You owned a Pound Puppy.
3. You can sing the rap to the Fresh Prince of Bel-Air
and can do the ‘Carlton’.
4. Girls wore biker shorts under their skirts and felt
stylishly sexy.
5. You yearned to be a member of the Baby-sitters Club
and tried to start a club of your own.
6. You owned those lil’ Strawberry Shortcake-scented dolls.
7. You know that “WOAH” comes from Joey on Blossom.
8. Two words: Hammer Pants.
9. If you ever watched “Fraggle Rock”.
10. You had plastic streamers on your handle bars…
and spokey-dokes or playing cards on your spokes for
that incredible sound effect.
11. You can sing the entire theme song to “Duck Tales” (Woo-hoo!)
12. It was actually worth getting up early on a Saturday to watch cartoons.
13. You wore a ponytail on the side of your head.
14. You saw the original Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles on the big screen..and still know all the turtles’ names.
15. You got super-excited when it was Oregon Trail day in computer class at school.
16. You made your mom buy one of those clips that would hold your shirt in a knot on the side.
17. You played the game “MASH”(Mansion, Apartment, Shelter, House)
18. You wore a stonewashed Jordache jean jacket and were proud of it.
19. L.A. Gear….need I say more?
20. You wanted to change your name to “JEM” in Kindergarten. (She’s Truly Outrageous.)
21. You remember reading Tales of a Fourth Grade Nothing and all the Ramona books.
22. You know the profound meaning of “WAX ON, WAX OFF”.
23. You wanted to be a Goonie.
24. You ever wore fluorescent clothing. (some of us…head-to-toe)
25. You can remember what Michael Jackson looked like before his nose fell off and his cheeks shifted.
26. You have ever pondered why Smurfette was the only female smurf.
27. You took lunch boxes to school… and traded Garbage Pail Kids in the schoolyard.
28. You remember the CRAZE, then the BANNING of slap bracelets.
29. You still get the urge to sayNOT after every sentence.
30. You remember Hypercolor t-shirts.
31. Barbie and the Rockers was your favorite band.
32. You thought She-ra (Princess of Power!) and He-Man
should hook up.
33. You thought your childhood friends would never leave because you exchanged handmade
friendship bracelets.
34. You ever owned a pair of Jelly Shoes.
35. After you saw Pee-Wee’s Big Adventure you kept saying “I know you are, but what am I?”
36. You remember “I’ve fallen and I can’t get up!”
37. You remember going to the skating rink before there were inline skates.
38. You never got seriously injured on a Slip and Slide.
39. You have ever played with a Skip-It.
40. You had or attended a birthday party at McDonalds.
41. You’ve gone through this list nodding your head in agreement.
42. You remember Popples.
43. Don’t worry, be happy! (Bobby McFerrin)
44. You wore, like, EIGHT pairs of socks over tights with high top Reeboks.
45. You wore socks scrunched down (and sometimes still
do
..getting yelled at by younger hip members of the
family)
46. You remember boom boxes and walking around with one on your shoulder like you were all that.
47. You remember watching both Gremlins movies.
48. You know what it meant to say “Care Bear Stare!!”
49 You remember watching Rainbow Bright and & My Little Pony Tales
50. You thought Doogie Howser/Samantha Micelli was hot.
51. You remember Alf, the lil furry brown alien from Melmac.
52. You remember New Kids on the Block when they were cool…and don’t even flinch when people refer to them as “NKOTB”.
53. You knew all the characters names and their life stories on “Saved By The Bell,” The ORIGINAL class.
54. You know all the words to Bon Jovi – SHOT THROUGH THE HEART.
55. You just sang those words to yourself.
56. You remember watching Magic vs. Bird.
57. Homemade Levi shorts.. (the shorter the better)
58. You remember when mullets were cool!
59. You actually had a mullet!
60. You can still sing “We are the World”
61. You tight rolled/pegged your jeans.
62. You owned a banana clip.
63. You remember “Where’s the Beef?”
64. You used to (and probably still do) say “What you talkin’ ’bout Willis?”
65 You had big hair and you knew how to use it.
66. You’re still singing shot through the heart in your head, aren’t you?!

SHOW THIS TO ALL OF YOUR FRIENDS WHO GREW UP IN THE
80s or Early 90s!!!

ROCK ON!!!

Dinner Time!

Last night was a special PTA function:  The whole family was welcome to attend a fun family night at the elementary school where my oldest two daughters attend.  They offered  free hot dogs, chips, cookies for dessert, and water to drink.  When my daughters and I arrived at 6PM, they were still setting up the meal, so the four of us continued to the gymnasium, where I was told already had a gigantic bouncy house set up. 

Don’t laugh.  That’s what my kids call it.  That’s what I call it! 

All three of my daughters made a beeline to the gym, tossed their shoes on the floor and piled in.  Instantly, all three were squealing with delight.  After a few minutes, the principal came into the gym and announced that the hot dogs were ready.  Halie and Catie made a hasty exit from the bouncy house, and began scrambling to find the shoes they could not have cared less about a few minutes earlier.   Rosie, on the other hand, stayed in the farthest corner of the bouncy house and refused to acknowledge me, no matter how I called her name.  The principal, standing beside me, said “I think you’ll have to go in and get her.”  I shook my head and told him, “Watch.”  I cupped my hands around my mouth and called out, “Rosie, DINNER TIME!”  Rosie turned around, met my gaze and came barreling through the kids still in the bouncy house, repeating “Dinnuh time! Dinnuh time! Dinnuh time! “.  I looked at the principal and smiled.  I told him that no one comes between my daughters and their dinners! 

 🙂

Anatomy

Monday begins my fourth week of A&P (Anatomy and Physiology for you non-science geeks), and we have four more to go.  My three fellow classmates (yep, only 3.  It’s a small class.) do not seem to be as interested in the amazing internal structure of our body as I am.  Nor do they seem to know the answers when the instructor asks a question.  I have had to use a special strategy to keep from coming off as a know-it-all.

 At one time, I knew all of the skeletal features in the human body, thanks to my EMT training ten years ago.  Since then, I’ve had a serious brain injury, which caused my brain to rewire itself.  Let me explain:  The part of my brain that was injured contained some memories that, after the accident, I was unable to recall.  I learned later that I just needed stimulus to be able to recall the information.  For instance, I couldn’t even remember my wedding to my Darling Husband.  Once I was home again, I watched the video of the ceremony, and I was able to recall facts that weren’t even on the video!  It’s not that I had lost the memories forever, it’s just that I need related stimulus to access the memories.  My brain has had to learn different routes to access the memory.

That said,  I have been waiting for an epiphany regarding my A&P knowlege.  What has happened is that I have not had an ‘Ah-ha!’ moment even once.  Surprisingly, when the instructor asks me a question that has the rest of the class (the other three teenagers) stumped,  I instantly KNOW the answer.  I don’t know HOW, but I already know the answer!  I shared this fact with my husband after the first few days of A&P class, and he warned me about alienating the rest of my classmates.  My DH also gave me an easy solution: When the teacher asks a question, and the answer pops into my mind, instead of blurting it out, I write the answer down in my notes.  Then, if the rest of the class is stumped and the intructor calls on me,  I’ve already got the answer written down.    It’s worked like a charm so far.

On the illness front, the doctor has given me permission and instructions to take care of the packing/unpacking of the wound at home.  I will remain on serious antibiotics for a few more days, but the doctor has told me to expect the site to continue to be tender for the next few months.  I’m already dreading the practical application portion of the Swedish Massage series, where we’ll be testing out our techniques on each other’s bodies.  Can you say “Ow!“, boys and girls?  Anyway,  this is the second day that I have not taken any Vicodin, and even without the medication, I’m feeling no pain.  I’m well on my way to putting the whole business *behind* me.  Thank you, Beth!