I'm thinking about it.
I toyed with the idea of going back to school a few months ago, but just gave up on it because I couldn't find a program I really liked. Well, recently I've looked into it some more, and now I'm really excited about it. I've still got some more thinking/researching to do, but if I decide to apply, I'd apply for the spring of 2012.
I've spent my entire life (it seems like) counting the days until graduation. But this would be different, right?
The program I'm looking at is the Master of Library and Information Science at Valdosta State University. John and I have plenty of things to look into before then, but I'll let you know. The scariest part is applying. I never applied to a college I was nervous about getting into.
Friday, March 18, 2011
Thursday, March 10, 2011
Throwing Eggs with M
The following's a memory or set of memories I've pieced together. It may not have happened exactly like that, but that's how I like to remember it happening.
I'm 5 years old, and I love my brother, but you'd never guess by the way he ignores me when I follow him around. Mom and Dad talk to my grandparents, M & D, about things we don't care much about, so we wander off to explore drawers that might be filled with things like crayons and books. It seems like hours have gone by, and Richard's reading and won't play with me anymore. I go back to the den and Mom and M are still talking. Dad's reading his book and D's listening to the radio with the weird voice that tells him the weather. I love coming to the farm, but it always reminds me how boring my family can be.
Mom gets up, and I get so excited. I follow her into the bedroom and she tells me she's just going to lay down. Too bad. As I head back to the den, Richard's still reading, M's digging in the fridge getting ready for supper, D's muttering to himself in his chair, and Dad's reading. I climb up into his lap, and he hugs me.
M comes in and asks me if I'd want to go on a walk with her. Of Course I Would! She helps me put my shoes on and makes me put my jacket on. I run outside and have to wait for her to get ready. I swing on the rusty green porch swing until she comes out. She's stuffing tissues in her pockets and carrying a carton of eggs. I ask her what the eggs are for, but she just says I'll have to see.
Sometime earlier D had pulled the four-wheeler out. It's bright red and it always reminds me of M's hair. She puts the eggs in the basket. "Are we going to ride it?" I ask, barely containing myself. She just smiles at me and asks me to open the gate to the pasture. I run across the yard and do what she asks. She pulls through and stops so I can shut it. She helps me onto the four-wheeler and makes sure I know to hold on really tight. It always seems kind of foreign to see my petite, soft-spoken, grandmother driving the four-wheeler. She takes me down by the pond dodging cow patties the whole way. We circle around it and head toward the woods. If I were alone, I'd be scared of the cows, but not now.
She has all the paths through the woods named and tells me stories about each one. She shows me the stump where the snakes live and makes sure I know never to go near it. She shows me the path where the cows walk and how they've worn it down to the dirt by walking in a line.
We come out of the woods on the other side, and she stops and helps me off. She takes out two eggs and hands one to me. She says, "be careful not to drop it," then she throws hers at a tree! I don't know if I've ever seen her throw anything in my life, but she hit the tree dead on and the egg goop splattered and is dripping down into the grass. I throw mine at the tree and miss. She hands me another egg. HIT!
Before I know it she's saying that's all, and I'm so disappointed. We ride back to the house and I open the gate for her. I can't wait to brag about throwing eggs with M!
I'm 5 years old, and I love my brother, but you'd never guess by the way he ignores me when I follow him around. Mom and Dad talk to my grandparents, M & D, about things we don't care much about, so we wander off to explore drawers that might be filled with things like crayons and books. It seems like hours have gone by, and Richard's reading and won't play with me anymore. I go back to the den and Mom and M are still talking. Dad's reading his book and D's listening to the radio with the weird voice that tells him the weather. I love coming to the farm, but it always reminds me how boring my family can be.
Mom gets up, and I get so excited. I follow her into the bedroom and she tells me she's just going to lay down. Too bad. As I head back to the den, Richard's still reading, M's digging in the fridge getting ready for supper, D's muttering to himself in his chair, and Dad's reading. I climb up into his lap, and he hugs me.
M comes in and asks me if I'd want to go on a walk with her. Of Course I Would! She helps me put my shoes on and makes me put my jacket on. I run outside and have to wait for her to get ready. I swing on the rusty green porch swing until she comes out. She's stuffing tissues in her pockets and carrying a carton of eggs. I ask her what the eggs are for, but she just says I'll have to see.
Sometime earlier D had pulled the four-wheeler out. It's bright red and it always reminds me of M's hair. She puts the eggs in the basket. "Are we going to ride it?" I ask, barely containing myself. She just smiles at me and asks me to open the gate to the pasture. I run across the yard and do what she asks. She pulls through and stops so I can shut it. She helps me onto the four-wheeler and makes sure I know to hold on really tight. It always seems kind of foreign to see my petite, soft-spoken, grandmother driving the four-wheeler. She takes me down by the pond dodging cow patties the whole way. We circle around it and head toward the woods. If I were alone, I'd be scared of the cows, but not now.
She has all the paths through the woods named and tells me stories about each one. She shows me the stump where the snakes live and makes sure I know never to go near it. She shows me the path where the cows walk and how they've worn it down to the dirt by walking in a line.
We come out of the woods on the other side, and she stops and helps me off. She takes out two eggs and hands one to me. She says, "be careful not to drop it," then she throws hers at a tree! I don't know if I've ever seen her throw anything in my life, but she hit the tree dead on and the egg goop splattered and is dripping down into the grass. I throw mine at the tree and miss. She hands me another egg. HIT!
Before I know it she's saying that's all, and I'm so disappointed. We ride back to the house and I open the gate for her. I can't wait to brag about throwing eggs with M!
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| egg on a tree in 2009 |
Saturday, February 26, 2011
True Love
This is a story of true love.
Once upon a time there was a cat. His name was Lincoln, but his friends called him Link.
One day this cat met a little red pompom. To the naked eye, this pompom just seemed like an everyday, average pompom. To the keen eye of a cat in love, it was so much more.
To this day, the two cannot be separated.
The End
Once upon a time there was a cat. His name was Lincoln, but his friends called him Link.
One day this cat met a little red pompom. To the naked eye, this pompom just seemed like an everyday, average pompom. To the keen eye of a cat in love, it was so much more.
To this day, the two cannot be separated.
The End
Tuesday, February 22, 2011
Valentine's Day on the 22nd
My mom sent flowers! They weren't here in time for Valentine's day, but WHO CARES?! Flowers are always good, and even better when they're not expected. Plus, she sent tulips, she obviously knows her audience. The only sad thing... we have to keep them up in a high windowsill or our sweet little cats will tear them to shreds. It's worth it.
Friday, February 18, 2011
Tuesday, February 15, 2011
Valentine's day
I would say it was nothing special, but then I'd be taking for granted things like dinner being made for me, flowers, and Hershey kisses. I've always loved Valentine's day, even though until now I've never really had a Valentine. I just like all the pink and flowers and heart-shaped lemon squares (I made for John).
PLUS ...
Spring is in the air here, and it's beautiful. I was able to get in two jogs already this week with the upper 40s. I've been taking my jogs through the cemetery in little Sullivan, and it's so pretty. It reminds me of so many things and people that I'm thankful for. Just a few years ago I could barely walk down the hall, and now I'm running. That's why I like to run, because I can.
PLUS ...
Spring is in the air here, and it's beautiful. I was able to get in two jogs already this week with the upper 40s. I've been taking my jogs through the cemetery in little Sullivan, and it's so pretty. It reminds me of so many things and people that I'm thankful for. Just a few years ago I could barely walk down the hall, and now I'm running. That's why I like to run, because I can.
Wednesday, February 2, 2011
Snow day!
No work! (but only because it's my day off.) No snow, either, but only because it's all ice!
John will come home early, because everything is cancelled!
I keep waiting for something big to happen in our lives so I can update you, but life is made of little things.
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