Our Degree Arrived

So, I drove up to my house tonight and noticed a yellow envelope propped up on my front door. I racked my brain trying to figure out what I had ordered and wondering if G had left town, forgetting to let me know that he was expecting something. Imagine my surprise when I saw the envelope was from my Alma mater. Upon accessing the contents, I quickly realized that it was my college diploma. Elated, I immediately took pictures of the beautiful document and send them off to G via text. It is bitter-sweet in that I have to send pictures to my love of the degree I finally completed and he was such an integral part of my success. This degree is ours. I acknowledge that I did the work, but he gave me the space, support, patience, and confidence to do so. It is our degree and it will bring us even better things. Thank you baby!

Not Much To Say.....

So, I don't have much to say lately. Not because I am troubled or unhappy or have very little going on. No, I have plenty going on, even without being in school. I think I use all of my words during the day. I think I use all my energy on other things and just cannot muster scribing in a thought provoking and meaningful way. I am grateful for my life, my family, my job. I am thankful for my friends and the people in my life, even though I do not articulate that as often as I should. This week is exhausting and yes, it is only Wednesday. G is visiting his parents as his father has been in the hospital and ill. I talked him into going and am glad I did, but damn I miss him. I am not sleeping and the girl dog is restless and Little is sleeping in my bed. There was a blizzard and school was closed. I have deadlines and reports and demands on my time. I will get more employees and I need my bird back. I had part 2 of the Diabetes workshop, only to learn that I am not doing it right and eating too much protein. I am not exercising this week, though I was sure I would be able to walk the dogs. I am happy and satisfied and content, except that I want G home, I just do not have much to say.

Class of 2010

I am a college graduate, oh yes I am. Well, I have a certificate of completion, but am not sure when I will receive my diploma. The graduation ceremony is in May, the same weekend I will be in Florida for a conference. Hmmm. None of this matters because I AM A COLLEGE GRADUATE!

So I have been officially done for a week. In true fashion, I have spent the past week pushing my college to submit the necessary documents in an effort to complete my application for grad school. The ponied up and now I have a complete packet that is sitting in committee review and my interview is this week. I am not nervous, I am excited!

I went to Jazzercise today and have mapped out exercise schedules for the next month and a half that I am off of school and I have some pretty demanding deadlines at work. I am so afraid of getting lazy during this break and want to continue reading meaningful material, but ugh, my brain needs a breather.

Finishing Only to Start Again!

So, I love my life...I took a CLEP exam this week and passed it so I do not actually have to take the class and will graduate on time! Which is in 2 weeks now. TWO WEEKS! I cannot believe it and this term has been so painful. Well, one class is painful in that it is Human Sexuality and between the book and the papers I have had to write, I feel like a pervert. I am not a Psychology major because I want to clinically treat individuals and I certainly do not want to deal with sexual dysfunction or deviant behavior. SERIOUSLY! But this is one of two classes I must complete. The other is Integrative Psychology and my Senior capstone. I could not have a better way to cap off my degree than this class and this professor! When I registered for this class, I did so with a groan. Surprisingly, I have loved every minute of this class. So really, I have two weeks of coursework left and it is chock full of 10 page papers, exams, and of course, the demands of my job!

In addition, G and I both are focused on trying to get into Grad School. He was accepted for the Computer Science Master's Certificate program at Stanford, but we just cannot afford the price tag right now. I am really proud of him for doing this. He is 10 years older than I am and could retire in the next 10 years, but he has not achieved all that he wants to achieve before doing just that. Besides, he only wants to retire to spend more time with me and I am way too young to even think about retiring!

A Friendly Reminder

So I am sitting here watching the Oprah I recorded today. Dr. Oz is talking about diabetes. He is treating a woman that has Type one who is 44 years old and has lost kidney function, one leg up to her knee and just had her other foot amputated. 85,000 limbs are amputated due to diabetes per year. The warning signs are: constant thirst, frequent urination, non-healing infections, tingling toes, and blurred vision. I have three of the five. The risk factors are belly fat, sedentary lifestyle, family history, and smoking. I have two of the four. If your waist size is more than half your height, then you are at risk. So there is a vicious cycle..if you get a little fat around your waist, then if you are Type II, the sugar floats around looking for a receptor to bind to. In lieu of binding, it stores in the belly, creating more fat. It then becomes more difficult to reverse. So this explains why I can run and not lose but a handful of weight at a time. It does not make things better, easier, but it explains it in a way that makes me need to be more patient with myself. I need to run because I love to run and because it is good for my heart. I need to be patient, I need to be patient. I need to stay away from sugar, which means I need to get enough sleep and I need to protect my feet. I need to do better.

Luck, Pure Luck

When I look at my child, I get over-whelmed by my love for her. She is amazing and beautiful and wonderful and real. There are times that I look at her and find myself over come by emotion and passion. I am so lucky.

Ode to Buckys

So I am a true Bucky's girl. There are days in which I make two runs, one before work and one after or during. This has been a hard week with lots of work, work, work, and so I went this afternoon for a nonfat treat. The cars parked outside range from high end luxury automobiles to those that have duct tape holding the bump in place. Inside, is a potpourri of diversity. There is an older woman sitting in the corner with burgundy hair fashioned in a mo hawk and a couple of people chatting over spreadsheets in suits. Mixed with studious looking souls covered in ink are stay at home mothers chatting it up before the kiddos get out for the day. There is no rhyme or reason to whom partakes in a Bucky's beverage, except that we are all inter-related by our loyalty to the green and white.