I'm a big kid now

Most of you who read this probably know by now that I recently started a new job. If you know me well (or at all, really) you will know that I am so super excited for this job, and have been wanting to do it for ages. I am now the school-based therapist at an elementary school in Des Moines. I get to work with tiny humans again! I haven't really worked with younger kids since my days as an after school teacher, which was probably my favorite job ever. I'm not sure what it is about kids that draws me in. They just see the world in a completely different way. I love it.

So far in my professional career, I have continued to live the schedule of a college student. Because I worked evenings, I didn't need to get up early in the morning. My attempts periodically to train myself to get up early and work out or run errands failed miserably. Mostly I just slept until 9 or so. Then, of course, I would stay up late. It was rare for me to go to bed before midnight. My meal schedule was all screwed up. I was constantly mobile for the job, going to this meeting or that, driving to various client houses. In some ways this was good, as it kept things from getting too boring. However, it just added to the feel of continuing my college life. Not that I'm bagging on my job for the past two years. I was blessed to gain that position, and I have learned so much from my time on that team.

However, it's amazing how different I already feel. Well, mostly I feel tired. Haha. Now I get up early every day. My alarm goes off before six every morning. (I'm a huge fan of the snooze button.) But I'm also home by 4 or 4:30 every day. All my work happens during the day. I have my own office. I'm dealing with things like billing and insurance. I feel like an adult. It's weird. I mean, I've been a professional therapist for two years, and I really feel like one for the first time. I am the therapist for my school. It's crazy. In fact, I think I've gone a bit too far the other way. I'm now usually ready for lunch by 10 or 11, supper by 4, and bed by 7 or 8. Not that I give in to these urges...except yesterday, when I ate my lunch at 10. That was a looong afternoon, I'll tell you what!

I'm not sure what the point of this post is, other than to announce that I officially get to be an adult now. Because I have a job where I get to play with toys all day.

Things I Love

I love commercials for experimental medications. I love how they tell you that there is a chance you might die if you take it, but if you don't die then, you might die if you stop taking it. I love how they use a soothing voice to talk about all the horrific things that can happen. "You might have explosive diarrhea every two hours for the rest of your life, your nose may bleed uncontrollably and unpredictably, and you will probably die a very painful death, but it's okay because my voice is calm and gentle, and instills you with a sense of security." Yup, I love those commercials.

I love Facebook. I love that we have found a way to share every bit of mundane information about our lives. Earlier today, I was able to upload a picture of Skittles. And the other day, I was able to share the very important information about poking myself in the head with my keys. I love the fact that I am so connected to Facebook that as soon as I publish this blog, it will be automatically posted to my profile. I love that when I'm on a trip, taking pictures, I am constantly captioning them in my head as I go. I love how people say whatever they want on Facebook. Whether it's sharing information that would (should) never come up in normal conversation or trying to start fights, anything goes. Yup, I love Facebook.

I love cell phones. I love that my phone plays music, surfs the internet, tells me when I have email, sends messages to people, posts to Facebook, carries my calendar and calculator, tells me what movies are playing nearby, shows me maps of how to get wherever I want, allows me to play many different games, and is small enough to fit in my pocket. I sometimes wish my phone was better at making phone calls, but I love it anyway. That's right, I love cell phones.

There are many other things I love, but I'm bored for now.

Potpourri: A random mixing of thoughts

I think it's weird how potpourri is spelled. They should spell it popurry. Or poughpureigh. Yeah. That one.

I just disabled my okcupid account. So take that, you doubters who said I really wanted to be on it and was just pretending.

I got 6.5 inches cut off my hair last week. My head feels very light. I have no pictures to show, but if you look at a picture of me and hold your finger over approximately 6.5 inches of my hair, that's what it looks like. The bottom part though. I can't levitate my hair. Yet. I know it's a good cut though, because one of my 17 year old boy clients told me so, and if a crazy 17 year old boy says it's good, it's good. I think there's a saying like that out there...

I really love fall. The colors are amazing. I love the cool, crisp air, especially in the morning. But the best part is crunching the leaves. Honestly (because there is, of course, a possibility that I might lie about this), I would rather crunch one really good leaf than step in a whole pile of them. Don't get me wrong, I still love walking through a good pile of leaves, but the individual ones are most satisfying. Mmm. I'm gonna go stomp some now. Of course, the side effect to this hobby is that I look like a drunken sailor walking through the parking lot, which isn't always a good thing, such as when I'm walking into my office. But I don't care. Nope, not at all.

I just watched "Beauty and the Beast." So great. One of my favorite movies of all time. It sends a great message, I think. It's what's inside that counts and all that. Of course, after they learn the lesson, they all get to be beautiful, but still, good good flick. And GREAT music. Happy.

I start a new job in a week and a half. More to come on that later ;)

That's all for tonight, folks. Gotta get a flu shot tomorrow, so I better get rested up. :P