Imperfectly Balanced

I'm in graduate school for psychology, clinical psychology, well, clinical-developmental psychology. People get really confused about that... I've frequently been told that I'm studying to be a child psychologist. Well, sorta. I'm not even completely sure what a child psychologist is. At work, we banter around terms like, "she's a child person," or "he's a couples person," and what that generally means is that the person is trained in seeing children or couples. Sometimes we get more specific, "She's good with little kiddos," meaning that you could send a preschooler to that psychologist. I don't know if that's what people mean when they say that I'm a child psychologist. Well, that's not really true b/c 1) I'm not a psychologist yet 2) I'm training to be a clinician, not just a developmental psychologist.

I'm interested in Infant Mental Health. In otherwords, I study little children with something really wrong, either in the parent-child relationship or within the child.

Driving back to Cinncinati from Pigeon Forge this afternoon, I got to listen to Martha Stewart Radio, and I was quite impressed. I learned how to do a number of cool things with acorns and pinecones. I'm feeling very inspired, so I think that some of my family may be getting pinecone and acorn wreaths for Christmas. I've got to run out to Michael's soon!

If you have checked out Martha Stewart Living Radio on Sirius I suggest you give it a quick gander.

I have very mixed feelings about the arrival of the weekend. First, because I love being at home (its my favorite place to be!), and second, I get to spend time with the family. However, it also marks the end of a week, a week were I haven't gotten enough done-- still working on finishing the midterm for my class (I've got too many questions right now), plus I have data to analyze that I have been working on for 2 weeks, more data to code, and a second data set that I would love to work on. Then I have a silly paper that I must write for class, its only 6-10 pages, but that makes it basically a time suck! The list could go on. Saturdays just mean that I haven't gotten to enough of it, that's all... I could work tomorrow, but my ID has been deactivated.

The cool thing is that I'm working on getting access to my office computer from home. Hopefully when that is set up in a few weeks, I'll be ready to go. Now if only I could keep Will from wanting to "help me," while I work.