Coppy in Indiana

Though I love driving in Bloomington, I do not like all of the roadkill. You very rarely see flattened animals on the streets of NY (I guess you rarely see animals at all)?

I once vowed to myself that as a matter of respect I would never roll over an already smushed specimen. But that’s actually really hard to avoid. Sadness.

I like that in Indiana, you can drive for ten minutes and find yourself on a beautiful lake (next to John Mellencamp’s home) flying at high speed on a tube attached to a boat. I suppose you could try that in NY, but I feel like if I tubed down the Hudson, I might come out of it with some weird mutation. Like a wiggly third arm. Or permanently rainbow-colored fingernails.

It’s been a while since I posted but I had a funny story. And I like funny stories.

I had two clients today. I very rarely have two clients, but today I had two. So naturally, I tripped on my pants (!!!) and tore a slit up the back of one leg all the way up to the top of my calf. At first I tried to binder clip the pant leg together, but when that failed I ran to my client supervisor to beg for a safety pin. I made it through my first therapy session with my pants pinned but gaps formed between the pins and one leg seemed shorter than the other. I found some packing tape and hid in the sound booth in my lab (it’s private) so I could remove my pants long enough to repair them [with tape]. This worked for about 5 minutes. Only I thought it worked for a lot longer. At the end of my second therapy session today I realized my pants were still split but now there were gobs of tape trailing off the bottom. Awesome!

When I got home, I painted my nails like this:

I don’t even remember posting my last post. I do remember laughing about the answers you sent me though.

Indiana is still good. I’m starting to miss NY delis, the kind you have two of on every corner in NYC. We have the Village Pantry here in Bloomington, but it’s still not the same. There are no gourmet Hepatitis Bars (salad bars, as my Whitney coworkers used to call them), no energy snacks or fancy vitamin waters. Just your typical grocery fare. Minimized alot.

I am also continuing to miss my dog.

I’m trying to avoid filing down my nose on the grindstone, so I’ve made up a test to determine how much of a weirdo one is. I’ve already sent this to some of my friends who have dutifully given me their answers, but now I’m opening it up to a wider (Ha. My friends are the only ones that read this) audience so I can get some real norms!

1) What’s best?
  a) Pink beans
  b) Under the sea
  c) Swallowing flies
  d) Daffodil flavored mashed potatoes
  e) Neon tubes

2) What comes after porridge?
  a) nuts
  b) three
  c) blind penguins
  d) figaroo
  e) i love my body

3) What’s your favorite band?
  a) Hanson, of course
  b) Not Hanson because I’m trying not to score awesomely on the weirdo test
  c) Not Hanson, because I have poor musical taste
  d) Alf
  e) Rap

4) What would Kelsey’s name be if she couldn’t be Swiss?
  a) Peanuts
  b) Beatrice
  c) My dog poops when he can find a tree in the snow
  d) Little Bo Peep
  e) Has lost her sheep

5) To fetch a pail of water?
  a) yes
  b) no
  c) do you think the crown he broke was on his head or his tooth?
  d) I claim an exemption from this question
  e) working memory in aphasia

Sorry for this blog that’s not exactly about Indiana, but it’s the season of giving, so why not give a free Christmas present (donation) to a teacher and her students who could totally use it?

My friend needs ink for her classroom printer so she can make worksheets for her students despite the print quotas at her school. There is a really easy way to help, so if you can, it would mean a lot if you could do it! It would make my day if we could make this happen.

Visit Bing.com/gives and with the click of a button, ask Bing to donate $1 on your behalf. You can then set Bing as your homepage to receive a $5 donation code to put towards your favorite classroom project.

How to find my friend’s classroom…
Go to Projects:
On the right side of the screen you’ll see Search by Location:
State: Missouri
City: St. Louis
School: Roosevelt
Project Title: Oh, The Thinks We Could Think If We Only Had Ink!

And that’s it! Super easy! Then you can change your homepage back. Doooo eeet! You know you want to!

Whenever I told people from back home in NY that I was moving to Indiana, they would usually ask me two questions:

1) Why?

2) Are you ready for the terrible winters out there?

It’s funny because when I moved to Bloomington, even back in September, people would ask me if it was true that the winters were terrible where I came from.

My conclusion, after experiencing an unseasonably warm week in November followed by two weeks of freezing cold, is that the weather in Indiana and in NYC are much the same. They’re just more inclined to use a snow plow in the City. And I’m more inclined to use a car out here.

Not going to lie. When Hanson is in NYC and I’m not, I feel sad. Even when it’s not for a concert.

In NY, it’s illegal not to recycle. The garbage men would actually poke through the trash and if they found a bottle or some other recyclable in the wrong bin, you could get a fine (or at least that’s what my landlords were telling me…). In Indiana, recycling is really rare! My apartment complex doesn’t do it. They’ve been trying to get the government to organize recycling efforts, but they won’t. Instead you have to accumulate piles of recyclables to bring to the recycling center in order to curb your waste. It stinks! (literally too, I guess).

Weight Watchers just overhauled their entire dieting system. For me, I think, this is a bigger adjustment than when I moved to Indiana.