Thursday, May 28, 2009

I'm a crier, part II

I have a different relationship with grocery stores than most. Grocery shopping can cause anxiety (well, for me, at least); however, I know when I'm all done, I'll get to talk with one of my friendly clerks. That's my favorite part: the check out. It's the carrot at the end of the stick.

In preparation for my move, I've mentally primed myself to say goodbye to my bishop, to my visiting teachers, to my Primary, to the Cartys, to my coworkers, to my dear students; however, I didn't prep myself to see my friendly cashiers for the last time. So there I am, waiting in line on a Wednesday night to pay for my strawberries with tears flowing down my cheeks.

Oh, how I'll miss my clerks! Do you think they'll miss me? Do you think they'll even notice that I don't frequent their Ralphs anymore? Do they know how their smiles have helped me so? Probably not, but they have a special place in my heart: my Canyon Crest Ralph's employees.

(Please note that this post is supposed to make you laugh. Please laugh. That is my goal. If you don't laugh, I might cry. lol)

I'm a crier

Somehow I had convinced myself that I don't cry like I used to. I was sure that my sisters all cry more than I do now. However, moving has put this to the test.

There I was minding my own business...meeting my dear friend Stephanie for our weekly chat at our quiet Coffee Roasters in the Canyon Crest Center. We've been meeting for about two years now, usually Wednesday nights at 6:15. We sit at a small table outside along the bubbling water falls. After we drink our beverages, we walk over to Ralph's for some grocery shopping.

So we go up to order, and I explain to the familiar barrister how tonight is the end of a tradition. I pay for my raspberry iced tea and begin to feel the tears well up in my eyes. Stephanie has meant so much to me through these somewhat tumultuous years. She has been the calm constant who has emotionally supported me through so much. While we've talked about so much, I've never let her see me cry.

So, I did what any self-respecting person would do and made an escape for the bathroom where I could have a big sob, wash my hands and face, and then emerge with slightly red eyes. With her background as a teacher in a classroom for children who are emotionally disturbed, she knew just how to handle my melt down. She told me to calm down and that I'm all right.

She's right. I'm calm. I'm all right. But I will miss my dear friend Stephanie who I've known since 3rd grade in Mrs. Keating's class at W.D. Hall Elementary School.

Wednesday, May 27, 2009

A purrfect week

I think I may be turning into a cat...

Last week while my friend and hairstylist was texturizing my hair she commented on the process of thinning out the extra weight: "It's like brushing a cat: you keep combing and combing and you never quite get all the hair." Hmmm.

This weekend I had the privilege of visiting Tamara and Jack in Phoenix. Here's what happened when I was getting ready:

Oh, shoot. I forgot my comb, again. Hmm. How fortunate, Tamara has a comb right here on the bathroom counter. I'm sure she won't mind if I use it. How strange. This comb looks like a texturizing comb with an embedded raiser. It can't be. Why would Tamara have a texturizing comb in her bathroom. Well, just to be safe, I'm going to use the other end. Hmm.

Several hours later while shaving the cat...
Tamara: Sammy just sheds like crazy. We recently bought a texturizing comb to thin out his hair so he won't shed so much.
Jocelyn: Well, now I know why Tamara has a texturizing comb. There's nothing like sharing a comb with a cat! Yuck! Lesson learned: bring your own comb.

Thursday, May 14, 2009

Finish strong

I guess I just had to sleep on it a bit. Here's the Jocelynized story:

So there I was minding my own business finishing my triathlon turned duathlon, when the man I was pacing myself with decided to just up and walk. What are you supposed to do when you're tired and ready to be done and you know that no one you know can see you and the man you were pacing yourself with WALKS?!?!?!? Oh, also add that you know that you're more than 10 minutes ahead of schedule and it's really hot and .... Yep, I walked for a few moments in my race. *hangs head in shame* But only for a few moments. Then I picked up the pace and sprinted the last quarter mile. Does that make up for the moment of weakness? I can just hear the primary song lyrics now: Dare to do right, dare to be true, Other men's failures will never save you...

There will be NO WALKING in Park City on June 27th

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

I'm a duathlete now

I'm having a hard time fitting this event into my typical archetype. Hmm. I've thought about using Brent's method and just let others tell my story seeing as I brought such great reporters with me. Dad experimented with real time blogging via texting: No Swim Today and Race Over. Andrea ended her 3 month blogging hiatus by cheering me on Go Jocelyn!. I couldn't have asked for a better support crew!

I'm pleased to announce that my family did not sleep through my event and that I had all my gear including my bicycle. I even remembered to wear my numbers and when I put my helmet on backwards, I immediately realized the problem and switched it around before getting on my bicycle.

Due to high winds that affected the kayaking crew, the swim portion was canceled for safety. After spending so much time training with J'lene in the pool, I was disapointed. However, I think my mom was more upset than I was. It just means that I definitely want to do another race this summer so I can say that I've actually completed an Olympic length triathlon.

Canceling the swim, disturbed the race vibe. The run was very quiet as we tried to keep our footing through the hilly red silt. As I got on the bike, I was still surprised to see that there just wasn't much talk between athletes and the spectators seemed to only be cheering for their own triathletes. Triathlons are supposed to be energetic and supportive, so I started cheering people on as we climbed The HILL (6% grade). It sure made the rest of the race a lot more fun. I even got the spectators to cheer for me as I came through the final leg of the run.

Come on, we all know I do triathlons so I can have strangers yell Woohoo, finish strong #775! You're awesome!!! Perhaps if I had more cheering in my life, I wouldn't feel the need to race. Maybe I should have my IEP team members cheer for each other at our meetings. Way to write that summary!!! Your goals are TOTALLY measurable and right on target! Finish strong! You're AWESOME!!! Woohoo! Next time my principal starts to fall asleep, we'll see what happens.

I finished the race well under my target time (target for bike and run 3:00, actual 2:52); however, I think my target time was a bit too achievable. I'll have to set a higher goal next time.

Thursday, May 7, 2009

Race day anticipation

It's race day morning. My parents came to support me, but for some reason they're still sleeping. "Just go get started," they say. Confused at their uncharacteristic apathy, I struggle to put my ever so tight wetsuit on.

They're still asleep, but it's time for the race to start. The blow horn signals the start of the race. I jump in the water and realize I have no clue where the transition is. How can that be? I dig deep into my memory banks as I thrash through the water with hundreds of triathletes. Then I realize the reason I don't know where the transition is located is because I forgot to set up my transition area in my rush.

To add insult to injury I discover I don't even have my bicycle. It's at home in Riverside. That's not like me. I'm usually so prepared for events like this. Suddenly I'm swimming back to the start to communicate this to my parents who are now awake.

In my confused astonishment I tell them we left my bike at home. They calmly respond that they know that and seem surprised that I didn't. I begin debating in my head about completing the swim or just quitting then. My parents indicate that it doesn't matter to them, they're going to be making breakfast.

I continue to spiral in a mist of confusion and astonishment that finally wakes me up moments before my alarm sounds. It took me several hours to calm myself down from the traumatic dream this morning.

I guess I'm a bit more anxious about the race than I had thought. I feel prepared and well trained for Saturday. Andrea and Dad will be there to support me and I'm certain they won't sleep through the big day. My bags are packed and I've reread all the pre-race packets from BBSC. I'm READY!

Wednesday, May 6, 2009

A goodbye gift - six-year-old style

Yesterday when I came home from work, Jacob was so excited to give me a gift that he had carefully gift wrapped, complete with a coordinating card.

He gave me this framed work of art:

I'm certainly going to miss my 6-year-old housemates. They have given me so much joy this year with their bedtime stories, lighthearted breakfast conversations, and thoughtful gifts. Who will read me bedtime stories when I move to DC? Who will sing Primary songs with me? Who will share my vanilla light 'n' fit yogurt?
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Friday, May 1, 2009

May is Better Hearing and Speech Month

"The most anticipated moment for a parent is the sound of a child’s first words. But what if the words are delayed, jumbled, or never come at all. Speech and language problems can affect early learning and self-esteem. Give your child a chance by seeking proper treatment from a speech-language pathologist."

Typical Speech and Language Development

What Is Language? What Is Speech?
Learn the difference between language and speech.

How Does Your Child Hear and Talk?
Charts of developmental milestones from birth to 5 and tips for parents

Communication Development: Kindergarten-5th grade
What to expect from children in elementary school

Reading and Writing (Literacy)
Discover the importance of reading and writing development.

Social Language Use (Pragmatics)
Learn about the impact of social communication and interaction.

Learning More Than One Language
What should you expect when learning more than one language

Late Blooming or Language Problem: Information for Parents
Learn the difference between a language delay and a language problem.