Swim Lessons

I have never been fond of the idea of swimming. Ever since I was a kid I just didn't quite trust being completely enveloped by water to then emerge alive and breathing.
As you can imagine, I was teased considerably (mostly be my siblings) for never learning how to swim. When I say I don't know how to swim, let me clarify that I dont know how to swim. I can't do the doggy paddle, the floating in water thing or really being submerged at all. It just plain terrifies me. I decided it might be a good idea to conquer a fear and build upon my self-esteem a little bit. After many hours of "shopping around" I signed up for swim lessons. I know... terrifying right?
Today was my first day at 7:45 on a Saturday morning! Now that's dedication! When I first got there, I'll admit I kinda questioned what I was thinking. I was first instructed to put my face under water and blow bubbles. I was pretty pleased with myself until my instructor, Ezra, said, "Let's try to go a little longer, about 10 seconds worth." Is he crazy?! I can't even say how unnatural "breathing" under water is. ::shudder:: Once I kinda got use to that, I was surprised how quickly I was able to progress. During that 1 hour I was able to float on my stomach while blowing bubbles in the water. With the assistance of a kick board I could swim on my belly blowing bubbles once again. At the very end of the lesson I was full on swimming on my back! I swam about 5 laps on my back until the session was over.
Dude, I rock! I am so proud of myself and can hardly believe it. If anyone would have told me a year ago what I would have accomplished today in such a short session I would have laughed... LAUGHED right in thier face.
So I have additional swim lessons over the next few Saturdays and I am very excited about it... although I still hope I don't die. That would be a major bummer.

What are you wearing?

Today I accomplished something huge. We're talking Hu-uge! In order to fully appreciate this awesome achievement, let's take a stroll down memory lane of oh... 24 years ago.

Here, at almost a quarter of a century ago lies a wee babe (wee meaning all cute and chunkified). At 6 months old I was the youngest of 5 children to complete my parents family. It became apparent to them my tear ducts were not working. They took me into the dr, and it appears my tear ducts had never formed and a procedure would need to be done. ;;jk/.;;oll.ol.

(Side note. I left the computer because my brother got here with the kids. I was reading a book with Parker and said, "Oooh, is that a mountain?" (annunciating the 'T' and Parker says, "No, it's Mounain" - in typical Utah fashion. It was cute.... anyway) I hung out with them fot a bit, and when I came back the kids had typed that gibberish above, and there is chocolate over those keys on the keyboard. Love them!)

Anyway, Surgery would need to be done for my tear ducts, but it basically included the Dr. strapping me down, and "drilling" holes in my eyelids while I was awake. Ever since then, I have had this weird eye thing and don't like things too close to them. I've been trying to get over some fears that I have had in the past, and figured this was a good one to deal with.

Today I had an eye appointment, and I am please to announce I am currently wearing contacts! I have had glasses for... I don't know 10+ years. It's pretty sweet to not have them. I feel like I look all weird without them though. I'm just not use to it. I'm way excited to have contacts for when I work out, and for football games.

Let's pretend for a moment I live the type of life where people are constantly and seductively asking what I am wearing. As of today, I would excitedly say, "Contacts!" Hey, it might be a mood killer, but it's pretty cool for this chick!