Graduation over and done....

My grades are posted and I have officially passed all my classes.

But what a long weekend! Fun but long. Graduation was different. I laugh because somehow, I'm the one that turned into the loudmouthed punk in class. Not disrespectful, but an artsy version of an IT person who has opinions and isn't afraid to tell them to you.

I'm going to post some other pictures later. My friends from WSU are just a little off too.

I graduated along with Suzanne, Marc's sister Mary, and his cousin Darrin and his other cousin Cody. Crazy! At least Darrin and I walked together so that saved one ceremony. The others I watched online.

Then we had a combined party for Mary and I so that Marc's relatives only had one party to visit. I loved the fact that there were so many people in my house! Parties are so much fun!

But I stressed out way too much and threw my system out of kilter. I'm fine now and will be fantastic by Friday.

Now I just have to figure out how to plan for summer and get all the things done that I want done. Marc has PROMISED me a new camera when I get back down to my fighting weight. For some reason this is more motivating than an entirely new wardrobe. So more exercise is in the plan. I also want to get some programs written, garden, restain the deck, learn JAVA, have a garage sale, (Cas I'm going to be selling some of my prop stuff!), go to the lake, and work on some websites. Of course I have plans for the kids too, multiplication facts, writing.... Poor babies, it just doesn't end.

And only 5 more days of school left! Hooray!

Today smells like anticipation,
like high school graduation.

It tastes like apricot jell-o at track meets,
eighth grade sweat.
suntan lotion, pickles.

Would patcholi still
smell
like me?

Coffee

I have a caffeine headache this morning. Since there is no pop in the house, I am drinking coffee. I have tons of coffee I need to drink anyway. The alluring smell must have stirred some primitive coffee craving beings in my children this morning.

Decker and Arina clamored for coffee. Maybe it was the smell of the Mexican Chocolate beans, or just the grown up allure of the brewing pot on the counter. They reminded me of when Grandpa would make tea and he would make some just for me.

I gave them lattes, more milk than coffee, with sprinkles of sugar. I've never seen two children so thrilled to have a hot steamy mug gripped in their hands.

What have I done?

I'm free!

I had my LAST (very, very, very last) presentations yesterday. One more final and I am free!