It's a conundrum

Wrapped in an enigma.

The less personal time I have, the more apt I am to dedicate time to writing on my blog.

The more personal time I have, the more I ignore it.

So, because I am taking time to write tonight, this means that my classes have started up again.

I am counseling 22 students this semester. Actually, only in the next 8 weeks. They have to meet with me for 6 hours each. So, let's break this down for fun insanity's sake:

6 x 22 = 132 hours
132 hours/8 weeks = 16 hours a week

Jeebus. That's hardcore, on top of 2 classes, running two 12-hour therapy groups, work, running, biking and having a social life. Oh, and squeezing family in there as well.

Reading this makes me want to crawl under a rock.

The good news? I will be finished with my counseling hours, my groups, and one of my classes as of October 25th. Woot.

The even better news? I am scheduling a week-long vacation in November...it's been over a year since I've done so, and it's going to be worth the wait. Destination TBD, but I have some ideas.

Look for more blog posts to come - I've got some good stuff cookin', you won't want to miss out.

From what little treasure of a movie...

are these brilliant songs included?

Engrish

Find more here.

White Stripes: Under Great White Northern Lights

This doc rocks.

Saw it in the theater, it's now on in the background as I work on my new masterpiece - oil and acrylic. Yup, mixing it up.

Jolene. Love it.

It's Difficult...

-when my window of opportunity starts to fog up.

-dealing with ignorance - much more so than stubbornness.

-going against my nature. It's unnatural.

-deciding to "lay down and roll over" rather than fight for what's right.

-to walk away when all I want to do is throw down and let loose.

-coming home to just a dog. A great dog, but a dog nonetheless.

-being separated from someone you love.

-realizing the mistakes you made cannot be rectified with a mulligan.

-admitting that I don't like the Cardinals, Ted Drewes and Imos Pizza when I'm surrounded by diehards.

-to resist the urge to start playing Christmas music before Halloween.

-to resist the urge to get two videos at the Red Box.

-to keep my office clean. I am a piler, through and through.

-to not want fries with that.

-let go of and not repeat the past, because some things are just so darn good I think I'll never have them again. I will.

-to accept that most people will remember the negative things you do/say rather than the positive things.

-to realize that high school never really ends - life is a continuation of that mindset, depending on who you're dealing with.

Training

My personal trainer jacked up my weight workout, so I'm S-O-R-E.

Did my long run this morning - 6 miles, wasn't bad. Great weather, and the park wasn't too crowded.

Recovery ride tomorrow a.m. followed by a jam-packed day of fun.

Going to enjoy the next two weeks before my final semester starts. To the hilt.

Movie Review - The Road

I'd read and heard reviews of this movie from various friends, most of whom I trust. The general consensus was that it dragged, was a bit dark, and the ending blew.

Well, I think quite the opposite. It was dark, but in a good way. Kind of spooky also, what with the cannibalism, hiding, and bodies in the basement.

The short of it is, a man and his young and tender son are making their way to the coast, and the country (earth?) has fallen into a sort of apocalypse. Nothing grows, there are frequent earthquakes, fires, and ash/dust everywhere. Not sure how this all came to be - in the first scene the world seems to be on fire outside of the main characters house, why it's this way isn't really explained. The man and the son encounter bad people along the way, difficult and life threatening situations, and there are multiple flashbacks as to how they came to be a team of two (aka, where is the mother).

The end is what I'm wondering about.

Spoiler - if you don't want to know, stop reading.

So, the dad dies, the boy who is very frail of mind is left to fend for his own. The man and family who invite him to join them, well, they creeped me out.

All I kept thinking was, they are going to eat him.

Yup. Every minor character throughout the movie had the same effect on me, but not in such a major way.

The woman, the way she caressed his cheek, gave me the heebies. I felt like she was the witch in Hansel and Gretel pinching his cheek to see how fattened up he was.

Maybe I'm wrong. Maybe my mind is warped.

Did anyone else think he was about to be the main course?