thom you always make me happy, always

and thanks for doing justice to a beautiful portishead song

saturday

yesterday sher and i went to see body worlds. i remember when it was at LACMA and i was curious, but not quite as enthusiastic about going. this time i felt like i really shouldn't pass up the chance. we waited an hour and half before even getting into the exhibit. but we entertained ourselves fairly well. i have to say it was really quite amazing. it honestly made me appreciate my body- which is always a good thing since i have such a strained, weird something going on with that relationship. i am so lucky that everything works as it should considering how little effort i put into the workings of my body. this above image was my favorite. a little girl asked her mom why they were in that position, the mom seemed exasperated and said i don't know. i wanted to say, because look how beautiful it is. look.

hangin' in hurricane (pronounced hurricun)

this is hurricane, ut.
this is where i spent my weekend.
with my family.
i made chicken and pancetta with penne in a garlic cream sauce.
i also made chicken mole with my mexican rice and lime black beans.
i hung out with baby aidan.
i went shopping with my sis and my cuz.
it was a great weekend.
just what i needed.

what do i see?

i see something beautiful and scared.

jackie warner move over

i started a boxing class today. it totally kicked my ass and part of me hated it, well most of me hated it, but a little baby bit wanted to learn how to hurt someone real bad. :)

pretend therapist

today was a good day.
i co-facilitated two groups today and actually contributed. afterwards the two "real" therapists commented that i had asked some insightful questions.
that made me feel good.
felt like i was grasping the process and really hearing people instead of trying to "figure" out what they were masking.

but then something embarrassing:

on the way back from one of the groups i was carpooling with my supervisor. she was saying how i am one of the first students she has supervised and in her words am, "unfortunately being experimented upon." then i ever so smartly responded with, "oh i love being experimented on." ugh. "i mean in a positive way. a totally non-sexual way." oh my gosh, please stop! seriously?!! what the hell? it's particularly embarrassing given she comes from a psychoanalytic background, so naturally my comment is full of freud, therefore open for all sorts of interesting analysis.

sigh.

pulling my hair out...in the not-so-good-way and yes, there is a good way

i am totally overwhelmed.