Postcards from MY Momma...

::Mom upon seeing my graduation announcement in the local paper::

It’s always nice to see your name in the paper in a section other than the police report.



::side note:: I have NEVER been featured in any police report, Mom. thankyouverymuch.

Two years.

First off, to make future post writing easier I need to out Husband. Husband's real name is JP - and today we will have survived celebrate two years of wedded bliss. Two years of laughs, family, new houses, new jobs, and new beginnings. I love you JP and look forward to many, many, many, more years to come. Happy Anniversary.








(We'd like to thank Yapuncich Photography for our amazing pictures, I can still feel every second of that day each time I look at them. www.yuppyphoto.com)

pomp and circumstance.

A little over a week ago I suited up in the-ugliest-shade-of-blue-I-have-ever-seen cap and gown and walked across a stage in front of what seemed like a million eyes. After 6 years and three(ish) changes in my major, I finally earned my Criminal Justice degree. Actually, not only did I earn my degree, but I graduated with highest honors earning a 4.0 GPA while taking on a nearly-full course load, working full-time, and managing two kids…and a dog…and a husband. I make myself exhausted just thinking about it. My family and I went out after the graduation ceremony where we enjoyed dinner and a few laughs…mostly from my Grandpa who asked the waiter if his fajitas were held up at the border when he was the only one at the table without a meal.

While it makes me happy that I can move on, explore my options, and do something different and interesting, I think the best part of not having anymore homework is the fact that I can spend more time with my family…and maybe catch an entire episode of Glee.

JACKtionary

::After asking Jack how his day went...::

"Grandma and Great Grandma at porcupines and Timmy puked."


For some reason I felt as though I was missing something...


::Jack after seeing the forecast::

Mom, there was three cloud pictures. What a bummer.

Postcards from MY Momma...

::Back Story:: My Mom and I were setting a date to go Christmas Shopping in November...

Mom: You can pick out your Christmas gift when we go.

Me: I want the Patience Brewster Krinkles nativity set. It's only like $1000. $47.50 just for one palm tree. YIKES.

Mom: I will buy you two palm trees; one for your birthday and one for Christmas. You can use them all year round.

JACKtionary

::Back Story:: We were at my Dad's yesterday, my Dad was quizzing Jack on his ability to recall certain facts...like his birthday.

Grandpa (Dad): Jack, how old are you?
Jack: Four.
Grandpa (Dad): When are you going to be five?
Jack: When I'm done being four.

Learning to Fly

Today I was informed that two of my coworkers and I are being sent to the Medicare Ignite conference in Madison, Wisconsin in November. Madison is about four-five(ish) driving hours away from my home west of the twin cities. After getting filled in on the details of when, where, and why, I asked how we were going to get there. The answer I received was not the answer I was expecting, nor looking for. We’re flying.

The rest of the informational phone call was a blur, and I am pretty sure I held my breath the entire time after I heard the word “flight” because I have had a pretty righteous headache for the two hours since then. I hate to fly. I haven’t flown in almost 6 years and it would be a whole lot awesomer (more awesome?) if my first flight since the hiatus was to a more appealing destination. I get nervous and all sorts of anxious at the thought of setting foot on an airplane; let alone the rickety one they are probably going to stick us on for the flight…because that would just figure. The amount of booze and meds I will need to get through this trip may be enough to tranquilize a small horse…I don’t care if the flight is only on the upwards of one hour.

My step-mom and her friend stopped by work today and friend explained that she feels the same way about flying as I do…and I think she hit the nail on the head to where my problem stems from – I’m freakishly organized and like for things to be in control. Being belted in the seat in an aircraft miles in the sky with no sight of the pilot puts me in a very vulnerable position. She was also absolutely right when she said that my fear of flying would be less (and possibly non-existent) if I were up in front making sure the pilot was doing his job with no tomfoolery. This is where friend proceeded to tell me all about this little Scooby Snack called Xanax. Don’t get me wrong, I know what Xanax is – I just didn’t know that doctor’s actually prescribed it for flying phobias. Rock on. I just might make it through this trip without crying; and if not, I apologize to my coworkers in advance.