I am just over one year into my journey to become a doctor of chiropractic. It is daunting and I’ve struggled along the way. But if it was supposed to be an easy path then everyone would be called Doctor. Cleveland Chiropractic College is unlike any other academic environment I’ve ever experienced. When I tell people that we are a family, I don’t think they fully grasp how deep our love for each other really lies. I’ve heard about super competitive schools and while we are competitive, ours is a friendly competition and not the cut-throat sabotage variety. At any time someone will offer tips for how to study for a test or freely share their old notes with another student. It is the most genuinely caring environment I’ve ever been privileged enough to call home.
When people say it is a blessing to lift others up so they might succeed I am proud to say that Clevelanders exhibit this every single day without a second thought. It is as much from the faculty as it is from the other students. I know that at any time I can talk with a professor who will set everything down, and with genuine interest, answer any questions I might have or offer guidance if that’s what I’m needing. Open door policy is a way of life here and even with instructors that I may not have taken classes from yet.
Once a year we all get together for a night of relaxing fun. It’s the Cleveland Chiropractic formal. Everyone gets dolled up, enjoys a great meal, and shares some laughs with students and faculty alike. The food was delicious, the music was perfect, and everyone had a great time. It’s a nice reminder that every once in a while we all need to set the studying down and step back to enjoy the life we are living right now. Once we are finished with school and have our fancy diploma we will wish that we could have spent more time with our chiropractic family.
I raise a glass to you all. You are the support group that others should strive to become!
Chiro Prom 2015
I have lived in the same house for seven years and have just recently become friends with my neighbors. I’ve always known who they were and would share a few words in passing. But in the last few months I’ve really gotten to know them well and I’ve decided that they’re about the best people I could have asked to have living near me.
There are so many reasons and all of them different.
Have you ever been sent a message from a neighbor telling you that they have a plate of dinner ready for you? I have had this happen about four times so far this summer. Do I reciprocate? You bet! I love cooking for people! They got a loaf of zucchini bread tonight.
They’re helping to repair some damage to my property and connecting me with really good deals on resources to get some of the stuff done too. Have plumbing issues? They’ve got me covered. Need a dog sitter? Got that covered too. Need to know the best deals for saving cash at the store? Got help with that even! Haven’t seen a movie they were talking about? Here’s the DVD to borrow.
Don’t feel like walking around to the gate on the other side of the fence? There’s a pool ladder that will fit nicely over the fence for easy traveling (I didn’t say we weren’t redneck about this stuff).
Forget having to borrow a cup of sugar or an egg like in the past. These neighbors go far beyond that degree of kindness. And I can guarantee it’s genuine.
Tonight I needed a bit of a study break. Just in time to join a sparkler party with my friends next door. There’s something special about seeing a bunch of adults playing with sparklers.
Every day they continue to show me how blessed I am to have them in my life. Each and every one of them bring something unique and I am proud to call them friends.
It’s no secret that I’m a bit of a picky B. I would rather have a few very close friends than a flock of people I only sort of know. With a few exceptions I find that most of my good friends tend to have boy parts. I really don’t know how that works out but it’s been the case since I can remember.
Skipping ahead a bit. Went to the Psychologist yesterday (the same one that wants to see me twice a month because I’m “fragile”) and he basically told me that I’m emotionally clogged. Um, ok. After some explaining I understand that apparently I function on a more rational level when dealing with emotions and not the random roller coaster of fun most women experience. I’m only going to say this once… I don’t believe he knows me at all after this bit. I’ve been seeing him well over a year and he thinks I keep stuff bottled up? Really? I have no filter. Everything that goes through my brain is regurgitated by my mouth. Does that not apply to my feelings? Apparently not.
After talking to some of my good friends I have to say that maybe the good doctor’s got a point. So here’s where I get to explain something that I’m going to attempt. Call it a warning of sorts. I’m going to try to actually express and embrace the emotions that I have. I rely entirely too much on thinking things through and trying to rationalize these kinds of things.
So if you see me with a tear or two please understand. I’m an open book. Ask me if you want to know. I’ll tell you. But make sure you really do want to know. And to my friends with boy parts, please remember that a woman won’t drown in a couple of tears and making her laugh usually just pisses her off (ok maybe that’s just me). A hug goes a long way.
I’m on Facebook (FB). I suspect that many of you reading this were directed here from FB yourselves. That’s good! I love my readers!
If you are a FB’er how many friends do you have? I’m not talking about the fleshy friends we all have. How many FB “friends” do you have? I personally have 63 “friends” on Facebook. I say “friends” because I can’t even tell you how many people on my friends list I’ve seen in the last ten years. Sadly, I’m falling very close to becoming a Facebook “collector”.
I’ve turned down my own family’s friend invitations because I believed some of them to be serial Facebook collectors. We’re talking 500+ “friends”. Really? I feel guilty about not being able to keep up with the friends I currently have let alone 500 more. Quality over quantity I believe should be the message here.
So, I ask you, are you a collector or are you being collected?
Roadrunners vs. Amarillo Bulls
I really do like ice boxing. I know that there’s more to hockey than ice, a puck, and a few nets. There’s the toss-the-gloves-and-helmet-on-the-ice-fist-to-cuffs-fighting part that I just love! Yes, before you ask, I also used to watch racing just for the wrecks. Yes, I’m in therapy.
The jalapeno poppers were a huge success! They were put in the smoker so they took longer than I had expected but Chef Curt said they would. I tried to get a few pictures but they disappeared faster than expected. A huge hit! There was a bit of a debate if these were the food of the Gods or the Demi-Gods. I think they agreed on Demi-gods. I will definitely remember this one for future cookouts. They were really good just the way they were but to make them mindbogglingly amazing I think I would add just the tiniest touch of chopped cherries into the cream cheese filling (thanks for the idea SBob).
SBob passing out "bacon-wrapped food of the Demi-Gods"
I had to spend a completely beautiful 60+ degree day INSIDE AT WORK yesterday. I was not happy. I was really not happy. I think I would have been more accepting of it if today were about the same as yesterday and not 40 degrees outside. That really sucks. I guess I can’t complain too much. I’ve lived in the Midwest for most of my life more than a few years now and I should be pretty used to the drastic weather changes around here. I guess I’m used to them… but I’m sure not happy about them.
Anyway, on to the happy thought that kept me from sulking about yesterday…
I really really like hugs. From just about anyone that means anything to me a hug can be just the thing. From my mom it is an outward expression of how much I mean to her and that we really do have a great relationship. From my sister it means that we’re done with the stupid she’s-on-my-side-of-the-back-seat fights and have finally become the friends my mother always threatened we would become. From my urban family it can express that they really do embody the word family. But it’s the hugs that I share with my husband that I treasure the most. I’m considerably smaller than he is so a hug in his arms is all encompassing. I feel safe and warm. It is the most reassuring thing for me. If I’ve had a bad day a hug is an instant fix. It it a wordless way to reconnect with someone. And one that I really love.
So here’s the list so far…
ClockTower- Have idea just not funds yet
Silent Bob- Done
MomD- Have idea just not funds yet
MomB- No idea
DadB- No idea
Work friends- A little less than half done making things.
I would say that’s not a bad looking list considering there’s still 52 days till Christmas. Since money is tight I try to start shopping around September if I can. A little money here and there is SO much easier to part with than a huge chunk all at once. No credit cards either. I don’t have any more and I want to keep it that way. I learned long ago that a big expensive holiday means big scary bills come January. NOT.THIS.TIME.
It is a source of pride for me to be able to find the perfect gift for someone with out spending a ton of money on the gift. It’s an art. I try to pay attention throughout the year. If you do this you can pick up on little things. For instance, a friend might mention that they have a favorite movie but are having a hard time finding it on dvd. Take that bit of info and you can really make them happy come gift time. A little help from a search engine and most of the time for less that $20 you have their ultimate gift. No, it’s not a super cool digital flat screen the size of my garage door (who gives those any way?… no, really, I want numbers people) but it is something that they will really enjoy and you were the little mouse that took a few seconds to remember something that person said months ago. Oh, and what ever you do PLEASE, unless the person actually asks for gift cards, refrain from the gift of flashy plastic that screams “You’re not good enough a friend for me to actually think about what would make you smile”. Please, take this newly found knowledge and use it for good this season.
Editors note: The Rambler LOVES to receive gift cards. It gives her an excuse to go shopping for herself!