Good morning, happy Friday. Caffeinated love to you all.
How the hell are ya?
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THEBOY began his training this week. Do you have any idea how cool it is to hear him ask, "Is tonight MMA class?"
And it's great to see him go into his fight stance on request, or to watch him show his combinations. The kids' class is more regimented than the adult class, with more formality, more discipline. Now we've just got to get some more kids in there.
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One good thing to come out of the episode from Tuesday when THEBOY got so upset about shoving his sister is that I get to use all of that for a class presentation. The pictures of "bad" and "good" he drew will make great visual aids.
The book we're going to talk about, Narrative Means to Therapeutic Ends, is a mess. It's not well-written for starters. Well, maybe it's TOO well-written. I mean, it's full of 50-cent words and highfalutin concepts. It's unnecessarily pretentious and highbrow.
It's not well-organized either. Even the authors suggest that if you don't understand the philosophical overview at the front, read the other chapters and then come back to it. Well... wouldn't it have made more sense, then, to just put the philosophical stuff closer to the end?
But the theory is good in spite of the book, believe it or not. It's a valuable therapeutic approach. I don't know that'd I'd ever go a stricty narrative approach with clients, but I think it's full of good techniques that'll be handy to have in my bag of tricks.
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Smoke and mirrors, baby. That's all counseling is. Smoke and mirrors.
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BB's current therapy: "Lover, Come Back to Me" by Billie Holiday
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So I suppose that you, like me, received an email from Classmates.com saying that for a brief time, access to the site is free. I have only a passing interest in this. I won't sit here like some wounded soul and claim high school was terrible, blah blah blah. I really had a pretty good time, had lots of friends, some girlfriends, all that. I'm just not that interested in dwelling in the past like that.
Anyway, Classmates is such a scam. I know the idea behind this "sneak peak" is to wow potential customers, make them want to pony up for full-fledged services. I've gotta say, though, that it all strikes me as (almost) nothing more than a thinly-veiled dating service. You can filter by single members, can see who viewed your profile (well, IF you want to pay to upgrade).
I'm not that hard to find. My name's on this site, and it's not like folks from my past are beating down my door.
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It's happened a couple times though. In 2001 a girl I semi-dated contacted me. Actually a couple of them did. But this one has a special place in my heart.
I spent a long time as a teenager just completely lacking nerve. I lost several girlfriends simply because I couldn't bring myself to touch them. I know, I know. What can I say? As badly as I wanted to, I just thought I'd get some CUE, some obvious sign that NOW'S THE TIME.
And this young lady helped me transition into real dating. She gave me the cue, right up against the side of her daddy's truck.
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So yeah, she contacted me several years ago. She said she'd always remembered me fondly, thought of me as "one of the good guys." She had 2-3 kids I believe, was divorced. And she'd spent some time in rehab, which was no surprise to me. Newly sober and trying to get her life together, she contacted me. I won't speculate here as to what motivates a person to do that, but I'll bet you'll draw the same conclusions.
And as soon as I told her I was married with a newborn son she disappeared on me, stopped emailing. Fine, fine.
She mailed my son a beautiful teddy bear though.
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