Monday, August 1, 2011

Accountability, I needz it

Hey y'all,
So it's been a bit since my last post. The quick and dirrrty since I last blogged:

  • Practice closure is going well. Very bittersweet in that I've heard it said, "it takes two years to say hello and a lifetime to say goodbye".
  • Because I was on the road more than I was home last month, this month I am focusing on accountability with my food plan. I won't turn into a food nazi but I am tracking my meals to help me stay focused.
  • I've realized that the idea of nailing a fitness regimen in the midst of starting a new job, and shutting down a practice is an extreme challenge. Now I gotta figure out what I'm gonna do about it.
That's all on this end. Knitting some socks for certain peoples as Xmas gifts. I'll get pics up when they are done. Have a good one!

Thursday, July 7, 2011


So it's been some time since my last update.

here's a pic of me before I ran the 5k on May 7th:
I ran the 1st mile, easy. 2nd and 3rd were hardest things I've ever done and my bladder wasn't having it so I walked and ran but I did it. And I'll run another one later this year when it gets cooler.

Here's a pic of me at my new gig:
No, I didn't join the army. But I am working with service members. As a result, I'm closing my psychotherapy practice as of 10.1.11. I can't get into the details of what I'm doing specifically but contact me if you want to know more..I'll just say that it feels really good to be a part of something way bigger than myself right now.

I'm still knitting and crocheting but much slower. Life still hurts, grief still hurts but in between, I get little reminders that my Dad is still very much here with me.

Monday, April 18, 2011

i run

Here is the supergirl yarn that I bought when I travelled to the Loopy Ewe while at CampKIP. Technically, it's madelinetosh sock in vintage apron but I like Supergirl better so that's what I'm calling it. The picture and the idea for the color way were given to me by the fabulous Erin of the Anatomy of Knitting Podcast. I love her.

I'm on about the 4th stripe of my Daybreak shawl. It's my first ever shawl. I like it and have made some mistakes already but they are mild. The yarn on the left is the awesome CampKIP color way from Turtlegirl and the yarn on the right is Dream in Color Smooshy gifted to me by Erin.

Yesterday marked a month since my Dad died of a massive heart attack. Wish I could say that life is easier or that it sucks but it's not as easy as too extremes. There are things to be joyful about: my niece, Applejax, getting ready to crawl, my accomplishment of running for 25 minutes straight as I prepare for my first 5k run on 5/7. There are things that rip my heart out: the community concert band program w/ the trombone section on the back where it's the only picture I have of my Dad and I playing trombone together EVER.

I keep to myself most of the time these days because it's just easier. I don't tweet a whole bunch and I could care less about facebook. Life is supposed to go on..and that part breaks my heart. Life goes on, and my Dad's voice becomes faint, and more distant. And I don't like it.

Tuesday, April 5, 2011

good point

For those of you who don't know, Harold Kushner is one of my favorite authors and wrote one of my talisman books, "When Bad Things Happen to Good People."

I found this on the beyondblue and thought it had some great points. For the most part, people have been great but there have been a few asshats here and there. The article is below:

Harold Kushner explains what NOT to say to a grieving family in his classic “When Bad Things Happen to Good People” using as an illustration the story of Job (the faithful, righteous, and pious man who loses his livestock, house, servants, and children, and is afflicted with boils all over his body). Having lost his own son, the rabbi knows all too well what helps and what hurts when trying to comfort a friend or relative.

The three friends who came to console Job got terrible scores, and here’s why, according to Kushner:

Because the friends had never been in Job’s position, they could not realize how unhelpful, how offensive it was for them to be judging Job, to be telling him he should not cry and complain so much. Even if they themselves had experienced similar losses, they would still have no right to sit in judgment of Job’s grief. It is hard to know what to say to a person who has been struck by tragedy, but it is easier to know what not to say.

Anything critical of the mourner (‘don’t take it so hard,’ ‘try to hold back your tears, you’re upsetting people’) is wrong. Anything which tries to minimize the mourner’s pain (‘it’s probably for the best,’ ‘it could be a lot worse,’ ‘she’s better off now’) is likely to be misguided and unappreciated. Anything which asks the mourner to disguise or reject his feelings (‘we have no right to question God’ ‘God must love you to have selected you for this burden’) is wrong as well.

Under the impact of his multiple tragedies, Job was trying desperately to hold on to his self-respect, his sense of himself as a good person. The last thing in the world he needed was to be told that what he was doing was wrong. Whether the criticisms were about the way he was grieving or about what he had done to deserve such a fate, their effect was that of rubbing salt into an open wound.

Job needed sympathy more than he needed advice, even good and correct advice. There would be a time and place for that later. He needed compassion, the sense that others felt this pain with him, more than he needed learned theological explanations about God’s ways. He needed psychical comforting, people sharing their strength with him, holding him rather than scolding him.

He needed friends who would permit him to be angry, to cry and to scream, much more than he needed friends who would urge him to be an example of patience and piety to others. He needed people to say, ‘Yes, what happened to you is terrible and makes no sense,’ not people who would say, ‘Cheer up, Job, it’s not all that bad.’ And that was where he friends let him down.

The phrase ‘Job’s comforters’ has come into the language to describe people who mean to help, but who are more concerned with their own needs or feelings than they are with those of the other person, and so end up only making things worse.

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Tuesday, March 22, 2011

Live well for him

He had a great life.
He left a wonderful legacy.
Live well for him.

Rest in peace, Dad. I love you.

Thursday, March 17, 2011

the one where I crochet myself a top!

Alright not the most flattering shots w/ the iPhone BUT i've already redone the straps to cross them in the back b/c I didn't like the way the top fit.

And look at my ass...that's what happens when you run, y' get smaller!

Tuesday, March 8, 2011


Happy March!! Here's what I've been knitting/crotchetting!!!

The hubby surprised me by getting me an iPhone and since the case I wanted for it is back ordered, I took the left over rainbow sock yarn and made a temporary case for it by treble crocheting both strands together.

Did you know that yesterday I ran for 5 minutes straight? I dedicated yesterday's run to my late Pap Pap but here's another thing: your ears get cold when you run! So I took some yarn that was dyed just for me by ilovesockmonkeys on ravelry and wiped out a really quick granny square-inspired headband and ear warmer thingy. I could have added a flower to it..but I'm not girly when I run..I'm FIERCE!!

And here they are!! My double-rainbow socks are done!!! By far, my favorite sock yarn to work with because seriously, how can you be pissy when you're holding rainbows in your hands? I'm just sayin'....