six word memoir

I was given the blog challenge to write my memoir in six words. Not so easy, I'll tell you that. My first instinct was the phrase "Not the bitch you think I am." Turns out that is seven words. So, I was left to think on it for a few days. Here is what I have come up with....


Tragedy, Triumph, Laughter.
Happily Ever After.


So, there you have it.

wordless wednesday - my pride and joy

 

super bug

I have some kind of sickness thing and I just can't shake it. It must be Super Bug, or Pneumonia or Bird Flu or something. (I'm clearly over-diagnosing myself - it's a joke, people!) I caught this in Florida where the only people on vacation were us and a bunch of Europeans. So I blame Europe. I have some crazy Mad Cow kind of uncurable overseas disease.

So it goes like this - I feel fine, then I get the sniffles, then I can't breath, then I am too weak to stand and a little nauseated. Then I sleep for two days straight and feel better for a few days and then start the cycle all over again. I want off this ride cause I'm getting dizzy.

Meanwhile, I am still hanging in there with school. Because one of my courses meets in four hour blocks it ends earlier in the semester than the other courses. We had our final last night. If I didn't get a B+ or an A in this course I will be surprised. So all is well on that front. Now I am working on a group project for another class. I hate group projects. They are such a waste of time. I'm sure all of you teachers out there can justify why this is a necessary exercise, and I'm sure your points are valid - But I still don't like it, and find it to be a great waste of MY time. Unfortunately though, sometimes you just have to play the game, so to speak. Six or so more weeks to go!!

break time

I got an email from my professor cancelling class tonight. Apparently she has the flu. Fine with me - I wasn't really looking forward to that class anyway.

So, it seems that I am on Spring Break.
Does anyone want to go to Cancun?

Wahoo!!! Moms Gone Wild, here I come!!!

final plan of study

When I registered for a class this semester, my advisor sent me an email to let me know which classes I needed to complete my degree. Requirements had changed since I began, and because I haven't been attending on a continuous basis I needed to conform to the current guidelines for graduation. Although I had enough credits, they need to be in the right combination as well. This meant that I would need six courses to finish.

I was planning to take two now and two in the summer, but hearing this news I was overcome by temporary insanity. Smelling the finish line, I decided to go full throttle and take four classes now. This means that I work full-time and go to school full time. I leave everyday from work and head straight to class, getting home late in the evening.

Six weeks in, I am starting to wonder what in the hell I was thinking. That wave of insanity must surely have been powerful. The good news is that I am just taking the leftover crap that I have managed to avoid thus far, which means that these courses are much less intense than some that I have taken previously. The bad news, it seems, is that I am not a carefree eighteen year old with no responsibilities. Someone should have sat me down and explained this to me six weeks ago.

My advisor submitted my final plan of study to degree auditing last week, which means I am in the home stretch. She let me know that I can walk in the May graduation ceremony. I have been chipping away at this and working on it so slowly, piece by piece, that it hardly seems real that the end is here. I'm not sure I have let myself see to the next level for so long. I have spent the last decade with my loving DH struggling and working and finding our way. As we've entered the next decade I feel as though we may finally get to relax a bit and enjoy ourselves and what we have accomplished. I am proud of us.