ADD Confirmed

I just made some low-fat peach fro-yo and was scraping off the remains from the cooler thingamajiggy in front of the TV ("summer vacation" rules!). BF was channel-surfing and deciding b/t two movies, when he concluded that we could watch one On-Demand later. He switched back to Godfather II and said, "You haven't seen this movie, huh?"

I had a deer-in-headlights-expression because I was embarrassed that he has discovered yet another classic that I have not watched.**

He said, "You haven't! Because you have an attention span of a two-year old!"

=O My ADD is no longer a secret in our relationship!

Just this AM, he was asking me why I always fall asleep during movies. I am beginning to think it is a hereditary thing. When we were younger, my gramma used to always fall asleep to movies. Now, I totally do.

**My bro read me some of his old journal entries a few nights ago from when he was in Japan. One night, he wrote something about how it's nice that BF & I are together now because we watch more movies. Hahahaha!

Update: BF just said, "I know why you can't watch Godfather...because you need subtitles!" Yet another secret that is no longer a secret! I missed about 60% of dialogue in "Shooter" b/c Marky Mark mumbled about 80% of the time he spoke. Yet I understand KidSpeak. Nice.

No Correlation

There is a nurse that has commented a few times about how fast I walk around the unit. I know I walk fast when I'm in a work environment. I always have. It's called my I'm-really-busy-walk. Secret: I always do this walk even if I am not really that busy. It's just a habit. Clarification/Truth: However, I am typically always busy here so my walk is for reals.

Today, I was charting at the nurse's station when I almost knocked over 3 boxes of tissues, tried to be discreet about it when I almost got away with knocking over none, knocked one over in the process, and then became nondiscreet about trying to be discreet about my clumsiness. This was in front of the nurse commentator. After the laughter at my expense, MN said in all seriousness, "Have you ever thought that perhaps your clumsiness is attributed to your fast pace? Maybe if you slowed down a little, you wouldn't be so clumsy."

So I stood there pontificating aloud. "Hm, that's a really good point. [Pause] I don't know why I I've always walked at a fast pace. Actually [epiphanous moment #1], I think my fast pace came from working in coffee shops." I explained/pre-justified that I consider myself a relatively patient person but when it comes to waiting in lines, I have close to no patience in the majority of circumstances. So behind the counter, I didn't like to make my customers wait. Perhaps that's where the fast pace became established. Working in the law firms only perpetuated the fast pace.

MN said, "So when you're at home, you must slow down, right? So you're probably not so clumsy at home."

I wish. At home, I slow down...but I am still uber-clumsy. BF says I break everything around here (and that he has to fix everything). Of course I call him a liar and all and insist that things are 1) poorly made and/or 2) just break around me (without me doing anything).

So after all this rambling, I conclude that there is no correlation between my fast pace and clumsiness.

Epiphany #2: Now that I have "slowed my pace down" b/c I am at home, I am having another realization that precedes epiphany #1. I believe my speed-walking pace began in JH. My bro used to nag at me to walk faster when I tagged along with him. Some old habits just don't die I guess.

Epiphany #3: Outside of a work environment, my fast pace is called my "don't mess with me walk." It is a walk that I have perfected over the years of mishaps and near misfortunes. Let's just leave it at that.

Language Disorder

It's been a while since I diagnosed myself. I typically say that I have ADD because my attention span really is short. It certainly makes studying for classes like dysphagia extremely difficult.

The other day, while I engaged in a group therapy session with MC1, I believe I have convinced MC1 to think that I have a language disorder that is more severe than her little elementary school kiddos -- who are adorable by the way.

We played a round of "Go Fish" with her 4th and 5th graders. MC1 likes to use her deck of "What's Wacky?" language cards to play because each student must describe the picture card that they want in complete, detailed sentences (Goals targeted: Wh-questions, inverted sentence structure, sentence expansion, details, & pragmatics). Who knew that it would become an informal assessment to determine that I have a language disorder?

Me: J, do you have a card with a man sitting in a jacuzzi wearing winter clothes?
J: No, go fish.
MC1 heartily laughing: J, I think Ms. Liang comes from a wealthier area where people have jacuzzis and spas. The picture she is asking for is of three people sitting in a plastic swimming pool with one man wearing winter clothes.

I was laughing, too (but partially out of embarrassment). What's fun about MC1 is that she will make "grown-up" jokes/comments that these kiddos wouldn't understand (at that age). I think it keeps her sane, though, so I can't hate on her for that.

Me: E, do you have a snowman that is sweating in a desert?
E: Go fish.
MC1 laughing again: Ms. Liang, do you mean to ask E if he has a snowman that is melting in the desert?

I swear I'm like fresh off the boat!