Graduation.

College graduation is a great feeling. I had a wonderful day.

Here is my special day in pictures.

Here I am with Eli, Emma and Tripp outside of TTU.

After everyone was seated, and I got my hat balanced on the top of my big hair, Dave and I took our obligatory self photo.

Here is half of my graduating class. We may or may not have been praying. I was probably crying. I cried several times. I am smack dab in the middle and I am kinda looking up. See me?


Finally, after an hour, it was my turn. I wore heels. I did not fall!
I heard my kiddies hollering at me. So I threw them a big kiss.

Here I am shaking Dr. Bell's hand. Yey for me! I did it.

Horray for my family. They survived!

Wait. That is not Dr. Bell. He is not wearing a gown. I don't know who this dude was. I had a line of about eight people that shook my hand.



Here I am going back to my seat.

We turned our tassels. The most exciting moment for me. Then, I cried some more.

Outside, I found my family. The pictures kinda look like a kid took them.

That is because Tripp and Emma are the photographers.

Tripp took this picture. He cut Dave's head off. But here I am with my support system. My sweet inlaws. (My side of the family got in their cars and drove away when graduation was over so I never saw them. No pictures)

A random shot of Emma and myself. After we got home, we had a party. My sweet husband did an excellent job. It ended with just him and me karaoke-ing on my mother in law's porch - all alone- about 11 p.m.

So, what the next step? I went to TTU on Monday and got my application for graduate school.

I kinda slid it into a conversation with Dave on Monday night. His reply? Are you trying to start a fight? So, for now, I guess I am just getting a job :)

Until he figures out how much more money I will make with a Masters Degree. :)

Operation Graduation

So the countdown is on to Graduation 2011.

I have been subbing all week. Today is a half day! Horray for me! Yeah for a paycheck!

Here are a couple of updates:

#1 - On my last day of student teaching, I got called to

the office. My sweet father in law sent me flowers!

#2 - Late yesterday afternoon, I met with some other

Education graduates at TJ Farr and we decorated our hats.

After three trips to Hobby Lobby and a mini meltdown due to OCD -

I am finished!

Look how snazzy!

It is much better in person!

*at the bottom it says

Thanks Dave!

Eli - Emma

Tripp

Just strolling along...

So, for the past couple of months, I have been walking. I usually walk two to three miles a day. When I take the day off, I feel cruddy. It is better than being medicated :) Mentally, it tides me over and is really been my saving grace after the past couple of months.

Anyways, I went for my normal walk yesterday. I love to walk around town. I see all sorts of people, I look at flowers, and trees and shrubs. I wave at people. They wave at me. I sing to myself and I pray. I figure things out.

During the week, I start my walk on the square so I can leave my keys with Dave at the store. I usually walk all the way thru town. If I see a street I like, I take it. And I always end back at the store. So yesterday, I was less than a block from the store, and out of the corner of my eye, three pit bull dogs charged at me from across the street. All I had in my hands were my cell phone and my Ipod. I started screaming. The owners (three people) were in the yard. The man ran toward me and tried to swat them back. Two dogs ran, the third backed off a little. Then, the man turned to yell at the two other women in the yard. The third dog came at me again. He got on my back and bit my hind quarters.

I cried quite a bit. All I could do is try to back up against a fence and I kept trying to dial Dave's number. I was close enough to the store that I could see that he was there. I mis-dialed the number a few times. The dogs were back, but barking at me. The owners were fighting amongst themselves. Never once did they ask if I was OK.

So, I got Dave and he couldn't understand me. I kept trying to tell him to come outside. I was outside. Look down the road. And he saw me and ran down there. He was not a happy person.

The police were called. They called an ambulance. I knew all the workers because we live in a small town. They wanted to look at my backside. :) I said no, no and no. I did let a female ambulance worker look. And I did not go to the hospital. But I should have, to be medicated for a heart attack.

So, do I walk or not? I always felt safe in town. We do have a leash law and the owners of the big dogs were given a citation. But what if I had Emma or Eli or Tripp with me? Sometimes, they walk too.