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Looking at the stars

We're all in the gutter; some of us are looking at the stars.-- Oscar Wilde

I went camping on fall break this past weekend and got to do some star gazing in more ways than one. Had a lot of fun and made quite a few new friends since I didn't really know anyone that was going. The one I knew the best I had spoken to briefly while working with him a few times, but that was the extent I knew this person. Anyway, had a great time and really got to look at me which I really hadn't done in a while.

The past few entries here have had to do with plans. In talking to my new friends I got to hear some of their life plans and dreams. Wow. Everyone I talked to dreams on such a grand scale! They made me look at mine and realize that I've forgotten my dreams. So I went digging and found my long lost dreams. So here's what I would do with myself in my dreams. I'd get my DPT and head to work. Sounds exciting, huh? No, what I'd really like to do is hook up with a non-profit group that offers medical services to underprivileged people, particularly the Hispanic population. That's really why my minor is Spanish. I had forgotten that. Maybe even be a medical missionary somewhere. Yeah, *sigh* THAT's what I want for me.

P.S.-- I added a new search box on the right side panel over there. It's an eco-friendly search run by Google that helps clean up carbon dioxide pollution. Every time the engine is used, they clean up more carbon dioxide! Try 'er out; save the planet. All in a hard day's work.

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Career Plans B-Z

I'm going to try to write slightly more often; I had forgotten how freeing it is.

When my friend, Katie, went to her PT school orientation at the beginning of the semester, the professors asked them to fill out a whole bunch of papers about themselves. One of the questions that stuck with Katie and that she shared was "if PT school doesn't work out, what will you do?" Katie said she'd be a storm chaser. Got me to thinking though, what WOULD I do?

First of all, I think I'd probably cry for a whole year. Ok, maybe not a whole year, but 364 days for sure. Then after that I'd probably just morn and mope, because let's face it-- I've been working for PT school for a VERY long time now and I'm not really that close to it yet. I won't even apply until fall '09! (I think.) After the mourning period, I'd probably do a lot of soul searching because career has a lot to do with life purpose. I'd probably feel really really REALLY lost. *gasps* Annnnnnnd after that, maybe I could start thinking about what I'd want to do.

There's not really a whole lot one can do with the degree I'm currently in search of. Rather ridiculous to get a useless degree, I know but that's what a lot of undergrads are these days anyway. You can't really get a decent job with just a bachelor's anymore. So I'd probably end up having to go to continuing education seminars and get a couple certifications like maybe a certificate in personal training or maybe more specialized in like pilates or aerobics or water aerobics. A personality profile I took once said I'd make a good yoga instructor. "Ok, and breath into your rib cage, exhale and into downward dog pose.... breath... breath..." Ha, maybe not. Maybe I could teach swimming classes... that would be challenging, not going to lie. That's probably about all I could do with my degree that wouldn't involve getting another university degree.

I could always get my teaching pro certificate and teach tennis lessons. I think that's probably plan Z; I do not want to do that the rest of my life. I'll probably end up doing that the semester I'm taking off before PT school though, if I can't find a job as a tech in some PT clinic.

Maybe I could teach Spanish or PE at a private school. Private schools in Texas don't require a teacher's certificate... of course they prefer it, but if they're desperate maybe they'd give me a chance. I'd only give that a chance if I were desperate. I have enjoyed grading the Spanish papers though; makes me work on my Spanish too. I don't know how good I'd be standing in front of a classroom with 20 blank faces staring back at me. I'd be too tempted to just start saying stupid stuff just to see if the class was paying attention. haha. Or maybe just walk out to see if they'd notice.

Well, I'm just going to study hard now and through PT school so I don't have to worry about that. :-)

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Weaknesses

Those of you that have the ill fortune of knowing me at all know that I tend to hover over my own mistakes and dreg them up over and over again. (Alas, the perfectionism curse.) So I find myself dwelling on my answer to the "What is your weakness?" posed to me in a scholarship interview... three years ago (I know, lame) and so have become rather fixated on weaknesses. In such a situation you are supposed to present some supposed weakness that would look good to the interviewer. In my case I should answer without a pause "I'm a perfectionist" every time; what interviewer doesn't want a perfectionist on their side? However, my real answers are somewhat different.

Shoes: I LOVE shoes! I really don't care for fashion in general but shoes and I have a definite love/hate relationship. I love them, but they hate me because they don't fit my extra narrow feet most of the time. The only shoes that truly fit my feet you have to purchase either on-line for an extra (large) fee or in little old lady boutiques that also cost an arm and a leg. I generally just wear shoes that don't fit quite right, so I've lost my fair share of toe nails over the years. Anyway, all that to say I have a thing for shoes. 

Gummies: I have a huge sweet tooth anyway, but one of my two favorite candies are gummies. I don't really care if they're worms or bears or sharks or berries or cherries, so long as they are opaque, multi colored and nothing but a large lump of sugar. hehe.

Caramel: My more refined favorite sweet is caramel. Not the hard as a rock kind, the chewy, melt in your mouth sort. (Is your mouth watering, because mine sure is!) Something about that sweet luciousness that just makes me want to melt into a pat of caramel goo myself. 

Shiny objects: Anything that shines, glistens, glitters, sparkles... oh, I am SO there. I have no idea what it is, but shiny objects attract me immensely. Perhaps I was a rodent in another life.

Homemade salsa: *awed silence* SHHHH!!! Respect the salsa!!! No really, good homemade salsa is a work of art. And I just happen to have had a recipe come my way recently, so there will almost always be a fresh stock of salsa in my fridge with my initials on it. :-D

Cute undies: No, not to impress the boys. I like cute undies for me. You can be having a crap day and go change clothes or make a run to the rest room and then you see your cute undies. Come on; who can't smile at cute undies and instantly feel like a ray of sunshine?

Math: Ok, here's a real weakness. I seriously think that I have a mathematical learning disability. I don't get it; it doesn't get me. There. :-p

Sweet boys with dark hair and blue eyes: I used to leave off the "sweet" part, because in truth any male with those physical attributes is rather attractive but add a sweet demeanor and I am on him like a hound dog on a scent, tongue dripping drool and all. 

Gregory: Last but most certainly not least. He definitely falls into the above category but he takes that above and beyond to knight in shining armor status. Maybe it's the combo of the dark hair/blue eyes and the shiny armor... never thought about it like that. haha. 

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Steel Toed Boots

It's pretty late, especially for a school night, but I just needed to write.

Tennis season is over until next semester. Off season starts tomorrow. I need to make a plan. I need to get some strength training in. I need to hit a ton of balls between now and next semester. I can't afford to lose what little ground I've gained. The plan also should have some sort of flexibility segment in it; every time I've gotten hurt and visited the trainers in the past 3 years they've said the exact same thing, "You're tight." I am probably the most inflexible female ever. Could that be a Guinness Book award? I'm thinking drilling 2 times a week, playing a match twice a week, strength training twice a week and doing some Pilate's or maybe even branch out into some yoga once a week. This is me brainstorming.

I can't find my school ID, which means I'm pretty much a prisoner in my own apartment complex. Can't get out with ease and can't get back in easy either. 

About this time last year I quit making long term plans because every time I tried, something would go wrong and my plans would go up in smoke. That's not to say I've quit dreaming or don't have goals. I have my dreams and goals, I just decided to let God have way more reign in how I get from A (the present) to B (my dreams). I find myself wanting to set down some framework of my own between A and B regarding myself and Greg. I just don't know where our relationship time line fits in with my goals and his. Actually, he's currently not even sure what his goals are and may be reworking them, so even if I did lay down some structure, they would be sure to get twisted. I suppose all I'm saying with all that is to say a prayer for me; a prayer that I'll trust God to make everything work out for His glory and not my convenience. God has a habit of stepping on my toes so I'm wondering if I should invest in some steel toed boots. I know whatever God's got up His sleeve is way better than what I can only dream of, I just wish I could see up God's sleeve!

One more rant, and then I'm done. A friend of mine-- we will call him Derrick to protect the innocent-- is something of a brother to me. Or at least, if I'd have had a brother I'd hope they'd be one in the same. At least in all respects but one. Derrick thinks he's soooo charming it's sickening. He tends to go on and on when on the topic of dating about how he only dates gorgeous women and recently had the audacity to mention that a friend of mine he dated last year was "meh" and he usually does better in the looks department. That really ticked me off, but I let him go on about whatever it was he was talking about at the moment-- oh, right, how charming he is. Charming my rear end. More like barf appropriate. Derrick is rather mature for his age in every respect except for the ladies department which took me by surprise because it is true that he does tend to have a small gaggle of glassy eyed ladies following after him and most ladies can detect such arrogance. Or maybe that's just me. I'm thinking that he's never truly fallen for someone before and that's why looks are so high on his list. (Or at least I'm hoping!) I also hope that he falls for some girl that isn't the most gorgeous thing to walk the planet and she doesn't return his favor. Sounds mean, but I really do think Derrick needs a slap in the face to ditch that arrogance.

Ok, I'm done. The end.

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