Dreamy!

I think I just remembered a having a dream last night featuring Colt. (If you don't know how I mean, you are not paying attention!) I think he was actually more buff than in real life, very tan and shirtless. I have no idea what the dream was about, but the shirtless part just popped into my head. I have had alot of serious post lately, I thought I'd add something a little light.

May all our dreams come true!

We have only two choices

"The Lord's way is not hard. Life is hard, not the gospel. There is an opposition in all things, everywhere, for everyone. Life is hard for all of us, but life is also simple. We have only two choices. We can either follow the Lord and be endowed with His power and have peace, light, strength, knowledge, confidence, love, and joy, or we can go some other way, any other way, whatever other way, and go it alone-without His support, without His power, without guidance, in darkness, turmoil, doubt, grief, and despair. And I ask which way is easier?"
("The Way", Elder Corbridge, November Ensign '09)

Yesterday was one of those miserable days from the time I woke up. I questioned school, AND I threw a poor single me pity party. I felt like I didn't want to do anything because it was all too hard. Doing patient interview role playing was dumb, stretching was dumb, reading about inflammation was dumb, basketball was dumb, and boys were dumb. Really I was just being dumb, and I knew it, but I just went and gorged myself on chips and creamy jalapeno at Chuys and went to bed early. This morning I thought- Tamara, you've got to shake this or you are going to be miserable today to. I re-read this talk by Elder Corbridge that we discussed in Relief Society on Sunday. I have 2 choices. Find joy in being endowed with His power or go it alone. Hmmm? That is a no-brainer. I'd rather feel peace, light, strength, knowledge, confidence, love,and joy. It certainly is easier then walking around whining!

Ready to Roll OR Run Screaming

Spring Semester 2009...down to 16 students from the 22 we started with in September. Who knew the Physical Therapist Assistant program would be so brutal! I feel energized though and ready to roll. I've got 3 classes, one of which is an online course. I get to say big words like Pathology, Therapeutic Exercise, and Data Collections.

Yesterday we found out about a major group research project/paper we will have to do...twice, one in Data and the other in TherEx. What? TWO group research papers? Shoot me now! Combing things I hate, writing academically and academic group work. It is called PICO and escapes me at the moment what it stands for. It required a packet of about 15 pages of supplemental info to describe it. This is how I felt when Jose was done explaining it. I thought I would have to hold on for dear life.



The only other PICO I have heard of is Pico de gallo- the stuff I tell them to leave off of my Mexican food. (not a fan of onions) I wish I could just pick this PICO off with a fork, but no such luck.

Before I freaked out last night and ran screaming from the program, I remembered the bet I won last semester. I didn't cry the first several weeks of school (in fact I made it a month before a tear was shed in lab, and than another couple months to my final practical) and therefore I got treated to ice cream by a boy. I conquered last semester. I survived a practical with Steve. I came through tougher. So what about some stilly PICO? Tiny bump in the road that I intend to squash.



Now I am back on track to being energized and ready to roll! Just look at that face, don't you think so?