Monthly Archives: February 2014

If I Die Young, At Least I’ll Have Some Chocolate on my Tongue.

Today I was running up Cleveland street with my stroller full of nursing school books, raw food lunch, and business clothes so I could go to work after meeting with my nursing informatics small group.  I was listening to the Wood Brothers song, Chocolate on my tongue.   It was a beautiful 50 degrees.  Perfect after so many 20 degree, ice on the sidewalk, no you’re not gonna run so don’t even think about it, days.  The sun was shining.  This is life at its most joyful.

I was near the top of Cleveland Street.  It’s one of the most intense hills in Fayetteville and I run up it every day on the way to school and work.  So being near the top is pure bliss.  Singing along with the Wood Brothers, “if I die young, at least I’ll have some chocolate on my tongue.”  I can’t stop smiling.  And I think of my dad a month before he died.  We were all visiting him in Texas.  Somebody had brought him a chocolate cake for his birthday.  He didn’t bother using a fork, he was scooping the icing up off the cake with his thumb.  Loving it.  Seriously loving it.

Still smiling and crying simultaneously, cresting the top of Cleveland Street, I realize that today is the anniversary of his death.  So grateful for a visitation.

At work later I ran down to Little Bread Company in between massages to get a chocolate covered strawberry.   Have some chocolate and celebrate my dad.  “If I die young, at least I’ll have some chocolate on my tongue.”

Wendy Finn is the mother of 4 boys, owner of I.M. Spa, a Raw Food Enthusiast and educator, a world traveler in pursuit of superior massage education, a Master Massage Therapist of 20 plus years, a gardener, and a nursing student.  She’s passionate about touching people and sharing health.

 

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Keep on Strolling-Junk Food and What is Normal in our Culture

Made it through the first round of tests at school with all A’s but one B (88% bah!).  I’ve got all my business taxes taken care of and just need to finish my personal taxes.  The spa is trucking right along.  We made it through an amazingly busy Valentine’s week and had the biggest grossing day in the history of the business.  (I think everybody getting released from the ice and snow helped push that along).  I did 22 massages that week and it was the week I had 3 tests.

9 more days till March and about 2 and a half months till final exams.

With the weather change I’ve been able to run everywhere with my stroller.  Today I had to eat at the Union because I didn’t pack enough food and a woman stopped me before I could get out because she wanted to ‘see the baby.’

There is no baby.  Yes I push a jogging stroller everywhere I go, and the baby is my baccalaureate of science in nursing.  So if you see me in public, I’m the weird lady pushing a stroller full of business clothes, computer, school books, and raw food.  Cuz when I leave the house in the morning I have many hats to wear, and they all gotta come with me.

Zachary got his braces off this week.  He’s so happy.  And his teeth are so straight.  While I was waiting for him to get done with his 2 hour appointment, I watched Khan Academy videos about Metabolism and tried not to fall asleep.  When Zach came out he had a bag of ‘goodies’ for doing such a great job.  In the bag?  Candy.  Tons of Candy.

Yes, I was speechless.  No, I don’t want to be the food Nazi, but seriously?  The reward for getting your braces off is that you are now free to destroy your health as efficiently as possible.  Congratulations.  No thank you.

I took Zach to Penguin Ed’s, a local restaurant, for one of their homemade cookies as a consolation prize for giving all the junk food back to the Orthodontist.

I think I will forever be known as the weird unstable mom in that office whenever I go back again.

It’s very surreal living in this culture, knowing what I know about food and clean burning fuel for my body, and jogging with my weird jogging stroller past these ‘normal’ stores that probably don’t have one piece of fresh, real food in them, but are filled with snickers bars, cheetos, m&ms, kellogg’s nutri grain bars, etc. etc.  Walls full of garbage, stores full of poisonous fake food.  It’s surreal living in a culture where it is normal to reward kids, actually today one of my teachers actually rewarded our class–a class of adults, with candy.  It’s surreal living in a culture where I feel strange drinking strawberry, banana, coconut oil, cashew, and dates out of a mason jar, but I would feel ‘normal’ if I had a throw away Starbucks cup and a Snickers.

Wow, I had no idea that huge soap box was just going to jump right out on the page, but there it is.

Keep on strolling.

Wendy Finn is the mother of 4 boys, owner of I.M. Spa, a Raw Food Enthusiast and educator, a world traveler in pursuit of superior massage education, a Master Massage Therapist of 20 plus years, a gardener, and a nursing student.  She’s passionate about touching people and sharing health.

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Cramming it all in!

I don’t want to be obnoxious about posting what I’m doing on a day to day basis, but the thinking behind it is that when I’m old and decrepit I can entertain myself by how I used to wile away the hours.

6:00 a.m.   Get up and make pineapple, cilantro, lime, and ginger smoothie for breakfast, make oatmeal for the kids, make raw marinara sauce and rice pasta for the kids and spiralized zucchini pasta for me and Craig, also make almond milk, and a strawberry, banana, cashew smoothie for a snack later.

Pack up school books and lunch.  I’m driving today, so no running gear.  Hang out with kids while we’re all getting ready.  Let Sean, my 15 year old, drive us to school.

8:00 a.m.  Get to work.  Get set up to do massage.  Answer phone messages.  The day before Valentine’s Day is one of our biggest grossing days at the spa.  TONS of gift certificates.  Nonstop.

8:30 a.m. Do a massage.

9:45 a.m.  Hitch a ride with a friend to Nursing Class.  Work on getting caught up on my notecards.

11:00 a.m.  Informatics in Nursing class with a quiz.  I really like the teacher in this class.  Very clear dissemination of information.  Nice.

1:00 p.m.  Catch the bus back to main campus and my statistics class.  Eat lunch and work on notecards while I’m waiting for class to begin.

2:00 p.m. Statistics Class.  Got my Quiz back and graded 99%.  Yay!  I love a solid A.

3:15 p.m.  Craig and Ben (husband and 8 year old son) pick me up and take me back to work.

3:30 p.m. Do another massage for an hour and a half.  I have the best clients.  Absolutely love them.

5:00 p.m.  Run down the street to my church (St. Paul’s Episcopal) and pick up Zach (my 12 year old) and Ben from choir and bring them back to work with me.

5:15 p.m. Do a half hour massage.

6:00 p.m.  Do a facial.

7:30 p.m.  Balance the end of day drawer.  Dang it was sooo busy!  Poor Jessica!  Tons of gift certificates sold today.  She must be exhausted.  Put in a load of laundry, dump the trash, and wash the last of the dishes.

8:00 p.m. Go home.  Wash our dishes.  Heat up veggie stir fry Craig made a day or two ago.  Hang out with the guys.  Dance to Ben Harper and be silly and loud.  Zach’s car won the first heat of his races at school today.  It’s awesome.  He was singing, “I got a car!  I’m an engineer!  I got a mouse trap!”  Hahaha.  Most excellent.  Ben went to sleep without snuggling.  Not cool.  I snuggled him anyway.

 10:00 p.m.  Study for Microbiology Test and Lab Test for tomorrow.

9:50 p.m.  Said good night to Sean over and over and over.  I love visiting with him at night.  He’s such a cool guy.  He’s scheming ways he can make money in the summer.  (Earlier in the evening as he was sitting at the computer he informed me that he needed to be 18 years old and 5 foot 6 to wear the Chik Fil A Cow.  Which inspired the discussion of, “Why don’t you look for a job with a local business.”  You know me.  I told him he should just go be the Chuch E Cheese mouse (not a local biz, but it’s a funny concept) and get punched in the tenders by a bunch of over sugared small people.  This kid’s gonna be good with money.  Always scheming.

10:30 p.m.  Write a blog post.

11:00 p.m.  Get ready to run to school tomorrow (Friday) with my stroller, take my Micro test, run to work, work till 5, run back to school, take a lab test, and maybe get a ride home at about 9p.m.

11:10 p.m.  Go to bed early (hopefully).  Been going to bed at 1a.m. for the past few nights.  No bueno.

It’s a busy world.  But I do think the Fall semester is going to be the butt kicker.

One foot in front of the other, eh?

Wendy Finn is the mother of 4 boys, owner of I.M. Spa, a Raw Food Enthusiast and educator, a world traveler in pursuit of superior massage education, a Master Massage Therapist of 20 plus years, a gardener, and a nursing student.  She’s passionate about touching people and sharing health.

 

 

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Be Inspired-Nursing School Begins With…

Communication!

I was so happy to see that the three pre-nursing classes I have to have before the actual Nursing Program begins in the Fall are Communication, Professional Nursing Concepts, and Informatics with Medical Terminology.

In my communication class we talk about all the dynamics of clear effective communication.  It’s so refreshing.  I can’t tell you how inspired I am to have that as the foundation.

Great things are coming!

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We’re All Addicts

Addict-1.  to cause to become physiologically or psychologically dependent on a habit forming substance.  2.  To occupy (oneself) with or involve (oneself) in something habitually or compulsively. From the freedictionary.com.

Two weeks ago in Sunday school for the teen group, one of the youth leaders, Hershey Garner said, “We are all addicts.”  I haven’t been able to stop thinking about it.  It’s so true.

Phillip Seymour Hoffman’s heroin overdose this week is another tragic reminder of how hard it is to be in a body on the planet.  For me it is crucial not to look at Phillip Seymour Hoffman from the outside and say, ‘sucks for him.’  It sucks for all of us.  For me it’s crucial that I recognize that I’m no different than him.  No, I’m not a heroin addict, thank God, but I’m a human in a body, dealing with addiction.  We all are.

Whether it’s shopping, eating, working, gambling, alcohol, drugs, drama, or (here’s a good one) the way we repeat our behaviors in relationship, we’re all addicts.

I don’t watch much TV, so  I’m not familiar with Russell Brand’s work.  But I did see a piece he wrote about addiction that was spot on.  I love that the answer, at the end of the piece, his salvation, is another addict.  We’re all addicts.

Another TV reference I’m more familiar with, I have been known to stay up late and watch him because he makes me laugh out loud, is Craig Ferguson.  Craig did a monologue one night about alcohol addiction that is so brutally honest and fabulous.  He speaks as Russell did about the daily life long vigilance it takes to remain substance free.

These are men who see their addiction for what it is and are hitting it head on.

Today in my twitter feed I saw this article from Good Morning America referring to the “biggest study of its kind,” a study linking sugar intake to heart fatalities.  My first reaction was indignation (my own compulsive behavior at work).  ‘How many studies do they have to do to prove this?  Seriously?’  That’s what was happening in my brain.  We have huge buildings across the country filled with poison labeled as food (grocery stores).  In particular I’m fascinated with gas station ‘foods.’  Skittles, M&Ms, Doritos, doughnuts, hot dogs, corn dogs, pizza.  It’s enough to send a raw food gal into post traumatic stress disorder.  And still we have to have more studies to show that it’s causing heart fatalities?

We have a whole country full of nonfood disguised as food, and hospitals full of sickness as a result of nonfood ingestion, so it’s good we have people doing these studies to keep drawing awareness to our food (or nonfood as the case may be) addictions.  According to the Center for Disease Control heart disease is THE LEADING CAUSE OF DEATH  in the United States.  Hopefully more and more of us will see our addiction for what it is, like Ferguson and Brand, hit it head on, and reclaim our lives.  We are all addicts.

Wendy Finn is the mother of 4 boys, owner of I.M. Spa, a Raw Food Enthusiast and educator, a world traveler in pursuit of superior massage education, a Master Massage Therapist of 20 plus years, a gardener, and a nursing student.  She’s passionate about touching people and sharing health.

 

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