Thursday, February 03, 2011
That stands for Board Certified Master Arborist. It is the highest designation of certification achievable through the International Society of Arboriculture.
It was 3 years ago, February 1st, that I became a (Level 1) Certified Arborist. My credential is up for renewal in June, and my goal is to renew at the highest level: a BCMA.
I suppose this is pretty ambitious, but it is certainly achievable. Someone may have already done it before; I don't know. But I do know that if my application is accepted, and if I pass this test, I will be the first female BCMA in my city. In fact, I will be the first female BCMA in this state.
It's not a sure thing: there could be a woman, somewhere in Virginia, taking the exam at this precise moment; and if she passes, she will be first. I requested the earliest possible test date, which is 12 days away. It is a solemn and privileged feeling. I certainly hope to be first.
Having said that, I expect the test to be VERY difficult, and cover a lot of material that is new to me. If I get my test date, I will have only a week to find and learn the information I will need to know. There is a very good chance that I will not pass the first time, but I am determined to retake the test as many times as I need to, and can afford to, to achieve my goal by my renewal date in June.
Tuesday, February 01, 2011
Something amazing happened today:
The arrival of these personal deadlines somehow breathed new life into my motivation. Tonight, as I thought about my goals, my spark reignited.
February 2011 involves some very big goals for me- goals I set for myself over three years ago. Now, the time has come; and suddenly, everything has changed.
I am focused on achieving those goals. Big landmarks that I created for myself revolving around my career. Now that February of 2011, my arrival time, is here, I feel so completely driven to make them all happen; every last beautiful and daring one of them.
Today, I started feeling like I haven't felt in years. More focused. More determined. More successful. And more in control of my destiny.
Today I wrote out my daily 'to do' list, mindful to put all my plans into motion. And amazingly, I accomplished everything on my list. I scheduled appointments I've been putting off for many months (ASAP- I will do this tomorrow!). I emailed people I've been ignoring and dodging for months, and confirmed appointments left and right. My dance card is now full. I even called my hairdresser, knowing FULL WELL it is time for a much shorter, much edgier cut, and some captivating color. And I'm months overdue for my pedicure.
I'm tired of bad news. February is the new January, and I'm a new person. I'm energized and excited, and I have some very big resolutions to launch.
Monday, January 31, 2011
Good news, and still some bad news, but I choose to focus on the good news and keep smiling:
The insurance guy called me back today, and to my relief, he seemed much more sympathetic and agreeable than the police officer about the hit-and-run damage to my truck. Because my truck is so thoroughly insured, I should only have to pay a $250 deductible. Yay!
I forgot to call the cabinet manufacturer today to authorize shipping of my order. Booo.
I also decided to listen less to the veterinarians, and more to my dog. The result is that she is EATING MORE and FEELING BETTER. Yay! If you have ever cared for terminally ill pet, you might agree that it's pretty much about quality of life. Following the doctors advice to the letter amounted to us torturing our dog: jabbing her with needles and trying to force her to eat horrible things. She was declining rapidly. Knowing that this course of action would lead to her death, I fed her something she WANTED to eat. Letting her choose more palatible food more than quadrupled the amount of food, and badly needed hidden medicine, she took in. Today, she's up and about, barking at noises in the back yard. A far cry from a few days ago, when she was listless and unresponsive, not wagging her tail or even lifting her head. Her blood glucose is better and she has more energy.
Watching your pet waste away is unbearable. At least, it was for me. All the medicine in the world won't help her if she won't eat. Calories made all the difference.
The cabinet guy is a little too chummy for words... really. It's even a little embarrassing to be more specific than that. It's good that the kitchen remodeling project is now moving past the cabinet phase.
As of today, my truck waits in what I hope is a very temporary home for her, at the body shop. I HOPE the repairs are done THIS WEEK. We have a lot of drywall to buy.
Tuesday, January 25, 2011
Lord, have mercy!
I would like to get back to HAPPY and POSITIVE things now!
After I had signed the kitchen contract and paid for it, after we put off signing and paying for an extra day so my husband could be SURE the measurements were correct, AFTER all these things have come to pass, he and his father come to ME to tell me the measurements are off.
I have TWO adult children now, instead of just one (my spouse)?
So I am the one to fix this? Two grown men can't call the cabinet guy? or what, they need my permission? Are you KIDDING me?
WHY do I always end up in the "mommy" role, putting out the fires and solving all the problems? I thought that was what I had a husband for.
I am soooooo tired of holding up the universe on my own shoulders, unaided.
And the lastest log on the financial fire (you are NOT going to believe this):
Last night someone smashed into my truck, where it was parked on the street. Apparently, everyone who MIGHT have been a witness had a different opinion about what the car looked like. Meaning I will have to pay for the hit-and-run repairs myself.
I'd love to say that things are improving, but I'm STILL sick, my computer STILL doesn't work (meaning I will be forced to withdraw from my English class), the measuring error will be costly, my dog has diabetes, and my truck needs about $3000 worth of repairs.
I know things could be worse, but I really don't want another taste of how MUCH worse they could get!!!!
Saturday, January 22, 2011
I guess being dreadfully ill is one way to do it. Since we got sick, the dog and I have each lost at least 5 lbs. I don't have a lot of appetite with bronchitis this bad, and I've been subsisting on about a thousand calories a day, which I figure is enough, because all I do is lie in bed, but I'm glad that I've had a small caloric deficit to boost my mood.
I've had about all the yogurt I can handle, but because I still have over a weeks worth of antibiotics left, I know yogurt will be a fact of life for at least as long. I have zero desire for the usual snacks my spouse parades out at night (good! I shouldn't eat them anyway), but I long for a REAL meal. I was sick on my birthday so I missed out, so now I have to wait til Valentines Day.
We're getting used to doggie's new medication routine, it's not a bad as I thought it would be. The remodeling project has come to a halt, because my father-in-law is sick too.
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