New & Improved (But Not Really)

Bet you were beginning to think that my blog was just another piece of cyber litter, left to decompose into nothingness... well, you were right. But I've been waiting for the washing machine repairman to show up for three days now, and I just happened to get bored enough to dig deep enough online to find this hidden gem of a blog.

Well, it's been a year since my last post. I could say that not a whole lot has changed and make this post short and sweet. But that would be a lie. So here are a few of the new additions to my life:

1) Occupational Therapy - I got into grad school! I'm doing a Masters in Occupational Therapy. This time last year, I don't think I knew what OT was, and now, here I am, busting my ass trying to be an occupational therapist. Actually, I'm not busting it that hard, I find it comes pretty naturally most of the time and that Mt A (as grueling as it was) prepared me very well for graduate studies.

2) Jewellery - I got bored enough while I was on placement in Fredericton that I decided I needed a hobby. So, I chose the most expensive one - jewellery making. I really enjoy it. I've made about $80 worth of sales without even really trying... so that's gotta be a good thing, right?

3) Biking - Well, this is a bit of a stretch. I've only been out biking once since I decided I want to take it up. But I do really enjoy it, it's easier on my joints than running and it's an excellent work out. So bring it! :)

Wow... that's all I can think of that's new and exciting in my life. I really do need to get out more!

Where cooties come from

Friday was sleepover day at the daycare. The kids all brought their PJs, their teddy bears and their sleeping bags and we played games and read stories. As two of the kids were laying out their bags at the beginning of the day, I heard the following conversation between two 6 year olds:

little girl: you can share my sleeping bag with me.

little boy: I don't want to share your sleeping bag.

lg: why not?

lb: because you have cooties.

lg: I do not!

lb: yes you do.

lg: where do cooties come from?

lb: I don't know, but they have something to do with your breasts.

lg: oh.

I kid you not, that's exactly what he said.

Four hours with Kindergardeners has taught me:

1) If you want to be told "I love you" by a 6 year old boy, bring him tadpoles

2) If the box says "for ages 7 and up" and you're 6, then you are definitely NOT allowed to play. 

3) Skipping two bars on the monkey bars makes you playground royalty. 

4) If you tell a 6 year old that you're 22, they'll look at you for a minute then ask where your kids are.

5) All it takes is one 5-minute game of Pictionary Jr to get a love letter from a 7 year old.

6) Flashing Montreal Canadien sneakers are WAY cooler than a Toronto Maple Leafs sweat suit. 

7) If you cover dog poop with some rocks, it's only a matter of time before someone will pick up the rocks and end up covered in poop. 

8) Counting 1..... 2.... 3..... will solve pretty much any crisis. 

9) If you're 5'9" then your legs are REALLY long.

10) All you have to do to gain some respect is be able to draw a dog, a cat and a mouse in a house. 

11) Nachos dipped in peach drink is the funniest thing on the planet. 

12) If someone pukes, everyone MUST know about it RIGHT AWAY. 

13) Hannah Montana is a god.

14) If you pull out a long blade of grass and plant it in the sand, an entire farm will grow overnight.

15) Goggle-y eyes are WAY TOO COOL.

16) Girls are mean to each other at every age.

17) 'Heck' is a bad word.

18) If you spit on someone, telling the adult that it's your birthday in 8 days will get you off the hook (...not really... but it will make them laugh)

19) Dandelions make great gifts for mom, even if the stuff they eat is gross and gooey.

I did it!

That $30 000 piece of paper is finally mine! (and I didn't even fall when I walked across the stage to get it, though I did drop my lipgloss - I had it lodged in my bra because I didn't have any pockets - and the dean spent the reception afterwards searching for me so he could return it to me).

Bruised like the peach that I am

I should be banned from the world of blogging. I'm a terrible, terrible blogger, and for that, I apologize. I wish I could say that I haven't had time to blog because I've been busy saving starving children, or finding the cure for AIDS. Even if I could say I've been busy working, I'd feel a little better. But no, this past week was my first week of work and I clocked a whopping 12 hours. WOAH. So what have I been doing with my time? Well, I started reading the Golden Compass by Philip Pullman, but I'm only 98 pages into it, so that doesn't really count, and I was planning a surprise scavenger hunt for my boyfriend for his birthday, but that only took a couple days, and well, I've been sleeping... a lot. I really am a very boring person. 

I'll fill you in on my weekend excitement though....

On Thursday I went to the blood clinic to get a blood test done because an alarming amount of my family members have been testing positive for a genetic disorder called Factor 5 Leiden. I don't know much about it except that it has something to do with Protein C and Protein S and it causes hypercoagulability, which, in turn, can lead to blot clots. Apparently, if I test positive, then I'll have to go off oral contraceptives. But the ironic part is that women who have the disease and become pregnant are at a greater risk of thrombosis. Go figure... 

Anyway, I got my blood test, and within minutes of leaving the clinic, my arm started to hurt. So, like always, I ignored it for a bit. Two hours later it's still hurting. Come supper time, I look down at my arm and it's turning a shade of blue directly below the elbow. At about 10 pm last night, I was getting a little nervous, seeing as the bruise was getting bigger by the minute. I called Telecare and the nurse on the line told me to get to a hospital within 4 hours. So of course I didn't go. This morning it was looking better so I figured it was going away. Then... I went to work. I don't think lifting trays of dirty dishes helped my arm any, and now it's getting black and blue again. I haven't had a bruise this big since I fell off a stage during a performance 7 years ago. 

The picture doesn't really do it justice, but at least you can get an idea of the size of the sucker. If it didn't hurt I wouldn't really care so much... I mean, a good bruise always makes for an interesting story, but when it affects my sleep it's gone too far. 

Speaking of sleep... I'm out. 

I'm in the blue! :D

Alright, sorry for the lack of posts lately... I've been a pretty boring individual since I finished school. All I've been doing is packing and moving...

Anyway, I was reading Healthbolt today and decided to take the vitality compass challenge - it tells you what your life expectancy is based on your current life habits. My results are as follows:

Biological age: 19.2

Life expectancy: 93.9

Healthy life expectancy: 80.9

Blue zone years: 12.2

and I could add: 4.4

Not too bad... but I could definitely do better. I went back and retook the quiz based on the hours I used to dance when I was in high school (when I was in the studio every day for about 3 hours on average). Here are the new results:

Biological age: 18.4

Life expectancy: 97.7

Healthy life expectancy: 85.2

Blue zone years: 15.9

and I could add: 2.0

I could add five years of healthy life expectancy if I can get back into a good work out/exercise routine!! Definitely something to think about....

So, take the quiz at bluezones.com and leave a comment to let me know how it goes. 

I'M DONE!!!!!!!!

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DONE AT MOUNT A FOREVER!

...that is all :)