Wanna hear it...here it go

There is a climbing comp in Amarillo this sat. methinks i'll not be making it. Steph had her scheduled appt. with the midwife this morning, and she's "thinning" and 2 kilometers dilated. Now she's trying to squeeze 'til the 3rd, which'll be the 36 week mark. we'd all be happier if she was projecting till week 37, but it's looking sketchy. Anyhow, we could just have us a baby boy this weekend.

i got m' physical today for school. Happily, he forewent the rectal exam. That's neither here nor there, only it lifted my spirits.

i went climbing a couple o' days ago. Didn't go too badly for a fatboy. i'm back over 200lbs., but i still sent a slew of v3s and 4s. Think i'm gunna go climb today; might be the last chance i get for a while. Sorry to trouble you all again, but i'd appreciate the prayers for the babe--if he comes in the next few days he'll be pushing the development envelope. Staying a week or two in an nbicu again would be super stressful under the circumstances. There're certainly worse problems to have, i know; but that'd be neat if he comes out perfect and healthy and well. Peace.

Buen Dia

One o' those days, i guess:

Got m' grades all in from school, and got 3 As and 3 Bs. That means i'm really, truly, really, fer real in grad school.

Ordered a laptop. (Actually accomplished one thing toward getting to the first day of school).

Took Annie to the Kettergym with me, and she pulled down with some focus for once. This is a good sign. An' i sent a v6. Gunna hafta say it was more 5ish, but i haven't sent one of those either in a coon's age; so i'll take it. Sick li'l problem, whatever it was.

Replaced the fuel filter on the van yesterday, and a spark plug wire today--and it seems still to be running.

And we get a li'l vacation yourward tomorrow.

Now if Steph can jus' keep the youngest corked in 'til the 3rd...

Anyhow, feels more like Thanksgiving today. i like days like this. Thank You, God.

baby-steps to the refrigerator

Finally finished with finals! WooHoo! By the grace of God, i snagged a 95 on that last one. Pretty confident i did well enough in Micro. Already have my grades for Micro lab and A&P 1 lab. As long as i didn't endo on my A&P 1 lec final, or A&P 2 lab, i'm set. Now i just gotta buy a stethoscope and a K worth of books.

Climbed yesterday. i think it's slowly starting to come together again. Ended up making serious throws at a couple of v6s. They'll both fall soon. Amazing how much of a difference it makes to climb with some motivated, strong guys. Anyhow, i'm encouraged 'cuz i haven't lifted in nearly 3 months, and while i haven't really gained any weight, i know i've switched a lot of fat for muscle mass; so if i'm climbing like that knowing that i'm outta shape, it gives me a nice dose of hope for what'll happen when i get back into shape. i am suddenly highly motivated. Plus, the classmates and i will be doing physical exams on each other, and i think it'd be neato if my gut didn't curl up in my lap and wink at me whenever i sit down. This, too, is somewhat motivating.

Halfway

Three classes down; three to go. Unless i've seriously misjudged, i'm holding at least Bs in everything so far. Please continue praying. i'd really like three mo' Bs-or-better.

Climbed today for the third day in a row. Today was the first day in a week or so that i've felt sorta well. i'm still horking up axle grease, but it's less frequent now; and i can breathe a bit better today. Trend for the last week's been that i drop off a v3 and i'm sucking wind like an emphasemic rhinocerous. i did jack my shoulder up again--only i've done that so frequently now, it barely slows me down. Today was a pretty good day of it. Nothing super hard, but i got several 3s and 4s, and i felt a lot better than yesterday. i've been working on a short "v6" that i think'll go; only i'm gonna hafta heal a ring-finger crimpy tendon first. It involves hanging most of my fat arse off'n a crimp, and that finger mutinies against my authority each time; but it will fall into line sooner or later. i will stick the four foot dyno, i will finish the problem, and i will glory in the adulation of the masses. (Else, i'll smile and pump my fist a few times for the onlooking crickets.)

i'm very looking forward to this next week being over. i would so very much like to know i'm actually accepted to school, and that i can get on with concentrating on that; and i really, really want to get back into shape.

Recombobulation

Sunday, 8:30. i'm trying to meditate on the rhythmic blinking of the cursor. Tomorrow, 12 hrs. hence i start the interview. i've been sick all weekend, and i'm a tiddle nervous about whether i'll have a voice, or be coughing lung tissue, or'll just be snotting like a faucet as i've been today. i look very forward to being at about this point tomorrow evening; and mostly i look forward to being at this point tomorrow knowing i've been accepted. [Pause here to pray for a brutha'].

i climbed the last few days, in spite of being sick, 'cuz i didn't figure i'd get much of a chance with finals, etc., this coming week. Didn't amount to much, save a decent workout. i'm actually losing fitness here. haven't gained much weight, but i haven't lifted in nearly a month and a half--and i can definitely tell. i'm hoping things smoothe out after this next week. i have a feeling things'll emotionally smoothe out for me after tomorrow. [Again, pause here to pray for a brutha'].

i'll fa' shizzle let yas know if i'm a winner or a loser tomorrow evening. Peace. Inner peace. In-in-in-inner peace.