OUCH!

Every Tuesday for the past four weeks I have had a Rolfer come over and work on me. What's a Rolfer? Well, it's someone who goes to Rolfing school to become a Rolfer so people can get Rolfed by them. Sorry, I like the word "Rolf". It's actually the last name of the Doctor who invented the technique, Dr. Ida Rolf. In short, Rolfing works with your connective tissue, (fascia) to realign and balance the whole body. Some call it structural integration.


"This is the gospel of Rolfing:
When the body gets working appropriately,
the force of gravity can flow through.
Then, spontaneously, the body heals itself."
~ Ida P. Rolf

There are ten sessions, which cover the entire body. Each session lasts about two hours. Our Rolfer takes before and after pictures. I wish I could find Tyler's to show you all. The differences are astounding. I will try and remember to post mine when I'm finished. When it comes to healing your body Rolfing is pretty much amazing.

I was convinced to have this done because my husband and almost his entire family has had it done. They all spoke of how all their discomforts were cured after these ten sessions. Tyler was told by his chiropractor that he would need to continue seeing him throughout his entire life. Not anymore. After less than half the sessions my body already feels like it's working and moving how it was supposed to all along. My movements are fluid and nearly effortless. I love it. You don't realize how bad your movements are until you start functioning properly.

Sounds too good to be true? Well, it's not, BUT there is a draw back. This process is painful! The first two sessions were a walk in the park. The third wasn't bad, but left me with some bruising. The fourth almost made me quit! OK maybe not quit, but it was definitely one of the more painful things I've gone through. But, I'm learning very quickly to strengthen my mind and breath through the pain. It kind of makes me feel tough :) Though, sometimes I want to cry like a baby.

Bachlorette Party Tempe Style

One of my very dear friends was married in the Mesa, AZ Temple this last Saturday. Tyler and I flew out from SLC Thursday evening to get in a long weekend of warm weather, and ohh was it warm.

Being one of the bridesmaids, I helped plan a little bachlorette party for Thursday night...

Here is how the evening played out:

9:00pm - We all meet up at the bride-to-be's parents house, let's call her Bang. When five of us bridesmaids show up we put on our matching outfits, shorts and white t-shirts with fake black corsets printed on the front, and some heavy make-up. We all ditch our husbands/boyfriend/fiance and head to the car.

9:30pm - We arrive at the "dance studio" located at some strip mall near ASU. Knowing what we got ourselves into we enter the building to see this:

















Yes, we signed up for a pole dance class. It was innocent, I promise. But, the gay Asian pole dance instructor made things just a little awkward.

9:35pm - Our poles are cleaned, the party lights are on, the music is playing, and we are ready to learn some serious moves! Gay Asian pole dance instructor named "Mako" by the way, is teaching us some pretty sweet spins and looking extremely graceful in the process. Most of us look completely ridiculous, but having fun none the less.

10:15pm -We are well into our class and laughing all the while. Another bridesmaid, lets call her Usher, seems to have a very noisy pole. After a while, Bang asks Mako, "Are these poles safe?!" Mako's reply (*please use your gayest voice while reading this), "I just got these checked out two days ago. They are completely safe!"

10:20pm - Mako has now progressed to showing us a more difficult move. Mako, "Watch me first." He proceeds by mounting his pole and showing the difficult move. All of the sudden we hear "chunk chunk", that's my noise for Mako's pole dismounting from the ceiling while he is still spinning gracefully on it using the perfect gay scream/squeal as the pole falls quickly to the padded floor. We all rushed over to help and ask if he was OK when Bang says, "You're bleeding!" I look down at Mako who looks fine, so I follow Bangs gaze to Ushers face. Still standing, Usher looks in the mirror to try and dab the trickle of blood off her forehead. Her dabbing isn't doing the trick when the blood starts running all over her face. We rush her over towards the bathroom, lay her down, and put wads of paper towels on the gash. All the while this is what Mako is saying, "Oh my gosh I'm freaking out! Oh my gosh, oh my gosh, oh my gosh! I'm totally freaking out right now!"

10:25pm - The bleeding hasn't stopped. Usher suggests, "Maybe we should go to the hospital?" She was the most calm out of everyone. So, we take off leaving Mako "totally freaking out". After rushing to the car, we lay Usher down in the back seat and tell her not to fall asleep, "You might have a concussion!" Halfway to the hospital we calm down and the reality of what just happened sets in... we all just bust up laughing. We just can't believe it! Did a stripper pole with a gay Asian instructor on it just land on her head?!?!?

10:45pm - We make it to the hospital. When we check in Bang starts to fill out paper work which asks exactly what happened. There really was no easy way to say it, "A stripper pole fell on her head and split it open." The 25 year old male nurse got a kick out of the story. The 40 year old female nurse practitioner who put the four staples in her head got a kick out of the story. BUT, the 50 year old male doctor probably got the biggest kick out of it and wouldn't leave it alone. "So, they brought you all the way down from Idaho for this?" "Did you pop out of a cake or anything?" "I hope you were paid well." The list goes on.

12:30am - We leave the hospital with an ice pack and some Tylenol. Usher was a little disappointed in the pain meds to say the least. We hit up Taco Bell and spent our meal reminiscing the evening. Tempe had really started our trip off right.

On that note, the wedding was beautiful, the reception was awesome, and we had a ton of fun with long lost friends. Thanks Arizona for such a wonderful time.

Ugh

I'm not feeling adult enough for one of these...









Please don't expect one anytime soon.

Mondays' Memory

Now that you know I work for a school out here, there is something else I have to tell you....in southeastern Idaho almost all the schools get atleast a week off for SPUD HARVEST! Can you believe it? I certainly didn't when I saw the years schedule at the beginning of the school year. As funny as I think it is I love having this week off work. On top of spud harvest, they have cold/snow days planned in for each school year! Not if, but when there is too much snow or it get's to or below -20 F school is canceled for the day. Those circumstances occur so often they have to plan them into the school year.

So, in memory of not having school this week, for the up coming days I will have off due to extreme weather, and the fact that there is an inch of snow on the ground right now here is a picture of an icy day in November of 1996.



Spokane had an ice storm when I was in 7th grade. Power was out at our house for three days and school was canceled for several days. Everything was coated in an inch of ice, I mean EVERYTHING! My family camped out in the livingroom for those days with a fire in the fire place and candles, flash lights, and lanterns to get us around the rest of the house. I absolutely loved it.

I'm Sorry...Really

I'm sorry to all who actually read this thing. I'm feeling boring and that leaves me thinking there is nothing worth writing about.

Most of you know this, but I no longer work for that advertising company, or any advertising company anymore! It's hard to hold onto a job when your husband leaves every summer to make twice as much money as you do in an entire year. (That's not really saying he makes a lot, just shows how little I make.) So, what job could I get with all my summers off, holidays, and weekends off, pretty much the same schedule as my student husband??? A fifth grade para in special education at a middle school just down the street? Well, that's exactly it. I teach small groups of 10 year olds with learning disabilities math, reading, and language art.

I know it's hard for you to believe I'm talking to 10 year olds, let alone teaching them. You gotta do what you gotta do, right? I know teaching children is an incredibly difficult job and that's exactly why I never went into elementary ed in my college days. And now, here I am trying it. Thank goodness I'm not one of the real 5th grade teachers in this school who have 34 children in each class. I can't imagine. I can hardly handle four! Like I said, I'm not cut out for this. But I'm learning a ton, mostly about patience.






I got this beauty for free. Just one of the many perks of my job ;)

Yes, I chopped my hair off and yes, I never thought I would have another school picture taken in my life. Just goes to show how life surprises you sometimes.

Mondays' Memory

Like most families, Saturday's in the Weathers household meant cleaning. Laaaawwwts of cleaning. Well, it seemed like a lot at the time! The house I grew up in was built in the 1970's I believe and it had this nifty little speaker system that went througout the entire house and out the back door. We had some fun times with it, but that has nothing to do with this memory. On the speaker system was a radio at the "mother-board" in the kitchen area. One beautiful Saturday in April of 1998 a couple of sisters and I were listening to what I'm sure was a pretty rad song of that time period. Could have been 'Truly Madly Deeply' by Savage Garden, 'Brick' by Ben Folds Five, or 'Iris' by the Goo Goo Dolls. Whatever it was, I'm sure it was a rock song because that's how we rolled ;). Trying to put some excitement into our Saturday spring cleaning we formed a band with our cleaning supplies and rocked out hard core. Someone snapped a picture and here you have it, enjoy:




(I'm the guitar player/back up singer...if you couldn't already tell.)

“Life seems but a quick succession of busy nothings.” – Jane Austen

I feel like there is so much to do I don't even know where to start. Sorry for the lack of blogging if anyone out there cares! We arrived in Idaho just over a week ago and we have yet to finish unpacking. We both started work or school a couple days after getting here and now we leave Friday to head up to Spokane. My baby brother gets home from his mission tomorrow! Time flies...