Extreme Home Makeover down my street!Subject: Teacher Arrested in New YorkNEW YORK, NY - A public school teacher was arrested today at John F.Kennedy International Airport as he attempted to board a flight while in possession of a ruler, a protractor, a set square, a slide rule and a calculator.At a morning press conference, Attorney General Alberto Gonzales said he
believes the man is a member of the notorious Al-gebra movement. He did not identify the man, who has been charged by the FBI with carrying weapons of math instruction.
"Al-gebra is a problem for us," Gonzales said. "They desire solutions by
means and extremes, and sometimes go off on tangents in a search of absolute
value. They use secret code names like 'x' and 'y' and refer to themselves
as 'unknowns', but we have determined they belong to a common denominator of the axis of medieval with coordinates in every country. As the Greek philanderer Isosceles used to say, 'There are three sides to every triangle'."
When asked to comment on the arrest, President Bush said, "If God had wanted
us to have better weapons of math instruction, He would have given us more
fingers and toes." White House aides told reporters they could not recall a
more intelligent or profound statement.
I got a credit card in the mail! A credit card means you can buy whatever you
want! You can buy anything and you don't even have to pay any money! I got that
credit card for my birthday. I buyed a parasaurolophus with it.
The first bionic woman by ZDNet's Roland Piquepaille -- Claudia Mitchell lost an arm in a motorcycle accident, but she's now using a 'bionic' arm that she can control with her thoughts. This bionic arm was designed at the Rehabilitation Institute of Chicago with funds from DARPA. This artificial arm could provide hope for many soldier amputees as well as civilians. But read more...
What will they come up with next.
Do you know what things would be fun to do on family fun day? Eat a yummy breakfast, like cereal; Get a couple of drinks and watch a show; Play the Land Before Time game for two minutes; put our train set together; go to Dinosaur Days; go to Dinosaur Park; play dinosaurs; talk about dinosaurs; read dinosaur books; pretend to teach a class, like dadda takes a turn, then me, then west. I would teach about dinosaurs.
We could even play computers or go hiking on a trail and look for clues to dinosaur treasure. Maybe even go camping in the jungle. I love party day because you don't need to go to sleep, you can just stay up and watch shows. And dadda doesn't even need to go to work.
Here's a pic of our first ultrasound (no, we don't know the gender yet.) We're scheduled to find out the gender on Sept 19th. We're pretty excited. For more info see the previous post.



I'm actually going to start posting again. I took Jim's advice and got my self a Wi-Fi card and now I have a decent connection speed.
Well other than that P-Day was really cool today, because, 1) We left the country (sort of) we went to Gebrotar which technecally is British, and 2) (And most improtant of all) I got to play with wild monkeys!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!
It was so cool, like I would just lean over a the monkeys would just hop onto my back. Only the smaller ones thougth because the big ones were mean and chased us. For those of you who are wondering Gebrotar is or I guess was one of the English strong holds during WWII So there are cannons there and everything. But what made it so hard to attack is that it is up on these huge cliffs. It was cool, except for the walk up there, I almost passed out, and then I had to buy water up there at the top and it was 2 Euros!!!! 2 Euros for a 10 oz bottle of water!!! But I must always remember that playing with monkeys was worth it.

I haven't posted anything for a while. I'm not sure if there are a whole lot of people who read this anyway, but I hope no one was much disappointed. I've been at an externship most of the summer. I thought I'd finally put something on here.
Our daughter is a whopping year old now. Her birthday was July 8th.
We also had a family party celebrating the July b-days in Lindy’s family.

Some bugs are nice and some are mean. Sometimes I wonder why Jesus made mosquitoes have sharp noses. They stick their sharp noses into your skin and suck your blood. They eat blood because that’s what they’re supposed to eat. Some nice bugs are potato bugs, lady bugs, brown ants, butterflies, dragonflies, caterpillars. Lady bugs choose to be nice. They just crawl around and sometimes fly when they see a bigger thing than them.You'll have to check it out, www.thedinosaurboy.com. It will put a smile on your face.
Spiders are bad bugs. Spiders are not bugs but they look like bugs. Red ants are bad. Flies eat guts! They land on guts and eat them. But flies aren’t mean. We smash mean bugs.
Today I was collecting brown ants and Weston was collecting potato bugs. I put all the brown ants in my dump truck. One ant was carrying food and I took that food he was carrying and put it in the dump truck and I put that ant in the dump truck too. Me and West were smashing red ants. This is a picture of us smashing the red ants.
We're still doing good up here. Lindy ripped one of her contacts, that wasn't good. I didn't know that it was possible to rip them.
I can't believe it’s almost
My research class ends this week. Summer can officially start now (or at least when I’m finished with my proposal). It was actually a fun class. I know, is it possible to have the words fun and research in the same sentence? It was mostly because of the teacher, Dr. Blair, and he was a riot. He has a PhD in Audiology and he use to be the head of department. He's very sarcastic and dry witted. I still don't want to do research as a career, but I came somewhat close to the idea. Now I’m not against doing research in my practice. Okay, I’m boring everybody here who isn’t going into speech-language pathology (and probably many who are!).
For Memorial Day weekend, dad cooked us steaks (second time in one month) and we went to see Mission Impossible 3. It was actually better than I thought. I was expecting a repeat of Mission Impossible 2 (which was completely over the top). I guess low expectations is the key to enjoying the summer line-up of movies.
I’ve haven’t heard good things about X-Men 3 so far. Kelsey didn’t like it at all. I still have to see it because it’s the X-Men, but should I wait to see till the dollar theaters, wait till it comes out on DVD, or go ahead and see it now?
Well, we're keeping busy. I have a research class (I need to be working on my paper for the class right now), I only have a week and a half left of that. We get to write a research proposal and its all due by next Friday. We’re all really excited about spending our summer with such fun events.
Lindy is enjoying the fact that she is done with school forever. She got a lot of money between graduation and her birthday and her first mother’s day. She bought a Nintendo game cube and the games Donkey Konga 2 and Mario Kart, Double Dash. That's been fun. Lindy is becoming an expert at the Donkey Konga game.
We have a lot to look forward to during the summer. I have two different externships in speech-language pathology to keep me busy.
completely virtual reality. I thought it was interesting; so, I decided to check out if anyone still is doing the whole virtual reality thing or if it completely went south.
supply and demand and fluctuate just like they do in our real market. Weird.

Occasionally it sounds like
She just a bundle of fun at the stage she’s in right now.

You may have read my previous posting about my interdisciplinary training program, but we got to have the experience of being in a wheel chair. In this class, we learn about different disabilities and we sometimes get to go through simulation experiences so we have a little bit of understanding what it would be like to have a disability.
Last week we learned what it would be like to have a mental disability (like schizophrenia). We got to go through the Hearing Voices Simulation. Basically, it was the “voices in my head” simulation. This is where we got to put on head phones and listen to a simulation of what some one that hears voices might hear on a regular basis. We weren't allowed to talk about what we were hearing with anyone at the time because hearing voices is a very personal thing. While we were listening to the voices we had to do some lovely cognitive tasks like reading an article and then answering some reading comprehension questions about it. We were suppose to put a bunch of toothpicks in a certain shape and then change it by only removing a certain number of toothpicks (personally I don't think I could have done that with or without voices, I'll leave the confusing puzzles to Jim). Then the person putting together the presentation gave us a psychiatric exam, which we all failed (mostly because the stupid voices kept drowning out everything else). Then we were suppose to socialize with the other IDT trainees while still hearing the head phones. We were still not allowed to talk about what our voices were saying, but now that I'm not hearing them anymore (at least not from the head set).
The voices were weird. There were a couple of people in the back ground that were whispering in a way that I couldn't understand what they were saying. There was some kind of heart beat sound in the beginning. Some lady started to tell me that I was the "one" and that everybody believed in me. Then this rude guy started to tell me that I smell like @#$# and that everybody was looking at me and knew what I did. That voice was a little psychotic. He kept swearing at me and yelling at me while the two that I couldn’t understand kept talking in the background, laughing at me.
It was kind of weird. I had a hard time talking to anyone because I couldn't hear them and I was a little distracted. I'm just glad the voices in my head did argue with the voices on the recorder. That would have been really disturbing.

Well, I don't have time for this posting, but if everyone else in
"We have been taunted and teased with the prospect of spring. It has been warm enough for the kids to play outside. It has been warm enough for me to wear shorts once, and sandals on numerous occasions."
We have been teased and taunted; toyed with the prospects of warmth. Hopefully the end of the semester will still come at the beginning of May.
Well, now that I’ve wasted some time, I had better get back to school work.

Now, I don't want you guys to think I'm a big slacker (I am, but I don't want any of you to think it). The only reason why I'm justifying making this blog entry is because I'm staying home with my sick daughter. I wrote this on Friday, I just thought that I'd put it up now. It's a little longer, but one long blog every once in a while is permissiable.
I'm in an interdiciplinary training class where I work with all of these different professions related to working with people with disabilities (For example: social workers, psychologists, audiologists, and of course, speech-language pathologists). We also have people with disabilities and parents of children with disabilities participate so we can get there perspective. We get to learn about each others' professions and other disability related topics.
Well, on Friday we were having a disability awareness day. We all had assignments were we had simulated disabilities. We were grouped in pairs for these assignments. One person took the turn with the disabilities and the other was an observer who couldn't help. My group had three people, Amy (audiology), Eric (as he would call it: hit by a truck), and myself (speech-language pathology). Our assignments included using a manual wheel chair to go to the other side of campus to the library to check out a book, hold an umbrella while wheeling our way across campus and getting into a bathroom stall with the wheel chair.
I have a lot more respect for anyone that uses a wheel chair. They are not the easiest things to maneuver. Trying to keep the stupid thing going straight while Eric was making fun of me. He was pretty excited to watch because he had to spend many months in a chair after his head injury. He told us that watching us struggle was "Kicks and giggles" for him. Because of his hemiparesis he could only use one hand to wheel himself around. Eric said that he spent many hours in physical rehab going in circles.
Trying to get into the library was a trick. I couldn't find the handicap button in the vestibule; so, I was forced to open the door by myself, which was a bit of a trick in a wheel chair. The door was so heavy that when I opened it, the chair would be pulled to the door, making it near impossible to open. People walking by probably thought my friends were pretty big jerks, but they weren't allowed to help me. It didn't help that they were making fun of me. More kicks and giggles for Eric.
Holding an umbrella while trying to wheel yourself proved to be quite the trick for me and Amy. (Eric had already completed his tour of duty; so, he was exempt from the wheel chair.) I attempted to hold the umbrella with my knees. That didn't work well unless I hunched over, which just looked silly. I also tried to hold the umbrella with my neck, which was not working. What I ended up doing was trading off the umbrella between each hand while the opposing hand wheeled forward. This turned into a slow zigzag formation. I decided that if I used a wheel chair that I'd rather just get wet than bother. Amy figured it out better than I did. She put the umbrella handle down the back of her shirt and leaned back. She still looked silly, but it did the job.
I won't even talk about the difficult with getting into the stall with a wheel chair. Let’s just say you should go before you have to go or you'll be in trouble.
I think everybody should have this experience. You'll realize that even though places are technically accessibly they may not be practical. Sidewalks are not was smooth and even as you think. Again I have a lot more respect for people who spend there lives in their wheel chairs.

You'll notice the lessening of blog entries as we enter April. We're approaching the wonderfully dreaded finals for spring semester. It’s sad that the most beautiful time of year has to be associated with such a heinous thing, but thus is life. However, this is not a rant as Scott might think, but rather just a notice that there won’t be as many postings for the next month. If I manage to post anything from now until May you will know that I am procrastinating doing any kind of studying (which I am doing right at this moment). So, until May… it was nice knowing y’all.
When you begin to learn a lot you realize just how little you actually know. In grad school you learn how much you actually don’t know. Before hand you were in ignorant bliss, but now you know that you don’t know. Most of us would like to return to the beautiful state, but there’s no going back. The funny thing about this whole process is that no one else really cares what you know as long as they don’t need to know it. When one of my friends who are also college students (particularly grad students), that are going into math, engineering, microbiology, genetics, or whatever, whenever they try to explain to me what they are learning I get lost and/or confused. Part of me really wants to learn what they are talking about and part of me would rather care not. Since I have no time to try to learn all of these fascinating subjects I tend to lean towards the later (it would probably take too much work anyway). All the information comes in one ear and out the other. These conversations generally go no where quickly.
My problem with this whole dilemma is that I am beginning to see the flip side. I’m in school all day learning about speech-language pathology. Naturally, I can talk about this subject extensively; however, as my friends have already learned, no one cares. I’m glad that someone is learning all about math so that I don’t have to. I assume that someone is glad that I’m learning all about communicative disorders so they don’t have to.
In this whole process of becoming educated we learn that we know nothing and anything we do learn we can’t talk to any body about, but we know deep down that someone is glad that we’re learning this stuff so they don’t have to.

The semester is half way over for my first year of graduate school in speech-language pathology. I still have way too much to do in the next two months, but it's nice to have something already accomplished. Right now we're learning way to much for our own good in grad school. My motivation to go to class is ever increasingly weak. I find myself chanting the mantra "B's get degrees in grad school" I understand that the original was "C's get degree's", but C's don't get degree in my program, they get you kicked out.
So, just about one more year to freedom, that is... work. Strange idea of freedom, but a way out of student destitution is always nice. And the thought of no more tests is also appealing. It would also be nice to see friends that we once had. This time next year I'll just doing an externship with no course work, living in Salt Lake. There is a light at the end of the tunnel, be it a long tunnel. But at this moment, my lot in life in school (which I’m procrastinating doing stuff for at this very moment.)