When did I become such an old person?

So, I spent last night sleeping on a makeshift bed on the floor. No, I didn't get kicked out of bed (puhleeze, who would ever kick me out) rather my lower back is killing me. It started Saturday night. I spent 2, maybe 3 hours slouched on the couch eating pizza and watching Golden Girls reruns. Some people like to go out and get drunk on Saturday nights, I like to stuff my face with greasy food and watch the wacky adventures of funny old white ladies.

Don't judge me!

Anyhoo, when I got up off the couch this horrible pain shot through me. I figured it was just the muscles stiff from not moving in few hours and the pain would just go away soon. I woke up Sunday still in pain and spent the majority of the day with an icepack wedge in the back of my underwear. Yeah, I know….sexxxy!

I’ve tried Aleve, Excedrin, and was even tempted to take some old pain medication I found in the back of the closet. CraigiePoo convinced me not to. Every time I would try to rest on the bed that just proved to be the equivalent of gnomes just kicking me in the back. Every turn produced some horribly wincing noise. I eventually decided to just try sleeping on the couch hoping the hard surface would help.

It didn’t.

I don’t know how I managed to pull myself up off the floor this morning. Once I was standing…or at least a close approximation to standing I had to call CraigiePoo to come help me. I could barely move my legs. I managed to make it to the bathroom in time.

So now I’m sitting at the table in a hard chair waiting for CraigiePoo to get out of the shower. Looks like I’m going to have to drag myself to store to get some pain medication. I called “Alexis”, but apparently she’s too busy to bring me anything. Something about “I just got to work. I can’t leave. Blah blah blah.”




- Strange ((^_~))

I's Gettin' Married!

So, CraigiePoo and I went in for a final dress fittings yesterday morning. The dresses look awesome. I can't believe the wedding is only 7 days away. The months have flown by since that evening in September 2008 when Craigie popped the question. Everyone keeps asking me if I'm nervous or excited and honestly, no, i'm not. Even though it's one week away the wedding still feels very far away. That could be because we had damn near everything already completed by the end of December. So in these last few weeks there hasn't been that overwhelming rush to get everything done. I have yet to have a total Bridezilla freak out moment, although "Alexis" has been slowly but surely pushing me into Bridezilla territory these past couple of days. If I say you should have your dress by April don't come to me in July just now asking about dresses and alterations. And it ain't like I didn't ask her repeatedly "how's the dress hunt going."

Anyhoo, this last week will probably test my patience and see how I really act under pressure. CraigiePoo's family is flying in this Thursday, I have a hair appointment on Thursday, and I also have a Statistics test on Thursday as well. I also think we're having a "favor" party this Thursday as well. Good grief, Thursday alone may have me drinking straight out the bottle.

Ask me on July 17th if i'm nervous or excited and we'll see what my answer is then.

Whew...decisions decisions

I've been doing a lot of thinking lately about what exactly it is I want to do with my life, professionally speaking. How do I wish to make money and sustain myself and future Mrs. (11 days and counting to the wedding by the way)?

For so long I’ve been so hyper focused on going to San Francisco State University for graduate school and studying in their Human Sexuality Program. It's the reason I went back to school to get my bachelor's degree. If they had offered a BA degree in Human Sexuality I would have stopped with schooling once I got my BA. I’ve focused so much on wanting to get acceped into the masters program that every report card I got would have me biting my nails, wondering if my GPA was still high enough for this program. I needed at least a 3.0. My GPA is around 3.2. I wondered if I was smart enough to get in or if I was a "radical enough thinker" for San Francisco. I'm a borderline tree hugging liberal, but there are times when I feel some of my views regarding sex, sexuality, and gender can be construed as conversative by Bay Area standards. Since it’s the only program of its kind in the United States (other than 1 doctoral program in Pennsylvania) I was so fixated on getting accepted into SFSU. If I could just get in, I’d be set.

As I now enter my last semester of undergraduate work it’s now time for me to start the application process for the Human Sexuality Program.

At least it was...until a few weeks ago.

My BFF, "Alexis", threw me a bachelorette party about 3 weeks ago. Towards the end I mentioned to one of the party guest my school plans. She was like, “nope. You don’t need to go there to learn and teach about sexuality.” My party guest had actually worked in the department and didn’t have great things to say about it. As we talked I realized that there were other avenues (right here in the Bay Area) for me to obtain the type of sexuality education I wanted. I'm more interested in counseling/advising rather than scientific research in the field of sexuality.

Right now my goal is to go through the San Francisco Sex Information Training Program. I'm also going to enroll in City College of San Francisco's Sexual Health Educator Certificate program The cool thing about CCSF's program is that I've already taken two of the required courses in the past.

I can’t explain how relieved I am to have that weight off my shoulders. Now I’m in the process of investigating other fields of graduate worked that will compliment my sexual education studies. I’m thinking possibly a Masters in Social Work, Counseling, or Sociology. Seeing how these are degrees that are offered at many colleges and university right here in the Bay Area the anxiety of “will I get in,” has dissipated.

Now I need to turn my attention to getting admissions applications submitted.



- Strange ((^_~))