A little pick me up

I think we all need a collective smile :)

FUH2 Fuck You And Your H2

To whom it may concern...

And to those for whom this does not concern, go out and play for a while.

Ok, now, for everyone else - I love all of you and hope you can find a way to work through this. My life is infinitely richer by having all of you in it.

That is all.

I _rule_

I survived the firedrill of passing my MS certification exam. I have not felt that level of anxiety about _anything_ in I don't know how long. I mean, how bad would it have been if I had failed? It's only just about the easiest exam I could have taken.

Anyway, while that was clearly the low point of my weekend, there were plenty of high points as well to even it all out - a study in contrasts, if you will. There was Tamara's birthday bash on Saturday (Happy B-day! you can never say it too much). There was the car show on Sunday. There was hanging out with friends Sunday evening. Plenty of very worthy distractions to keep it all balanced.

And then there was the rush to the finish line. Driving to McD's Sunday night (Monday really) at one in the morning for coffee in a vain attempt to stay awake a little longer. There was giving up at 2am and succumbing to sleep. There was struggling to wake up at 6am and resume cramming. There was loading a practice test on my laptop and answering practice questions in the car, in the parking lot, outside the testing center, 20 minutes before the test is to begin. And still not sure if I'm going to pass the damn thing. And then the sweet, orgasmic relief of "Your final score is 813. You need 700 to pass. Congratulations". It was almost a religious experience.

Wrestling

I'm all sorts of wonderfully sore this morning from a wrestling match yesterday with a friend. Great masculine fun. Uggg - me man, me put smack down. Hear me ROAR.

Ok, not so much the roaring.

And, much celebrating of birthdays this weekend - Happy B-day (one day late) to Tamera!

Crazy Mokes � Monday Morning Blues

Crazy Mokes � Monday Morning Blues

So I'm reading my friend Amy's most recent post, and finding myself, yet again, readjusting my perspective of the people in my life. We're not all 20 anymore, at school, pretending to be adults, but not really. And now I see my friends with kids, and being parents, and great ones at that. And I realize that one could say, with authority, that we've reached adulthood.

I was reading the Monday Morning Blues, and felt an ache deep inside. How can it be that everyone around me is moving forward, expanding their families, while I feel like I've reset my clock once again. Everyone is outside playing in the warm summer sun, and I'm stuck inside for summer school, held another grade. Jealousy sucks. Living vicariously sucks. I'm tired of being held back. Maybe if I study harder I'll pass this time.

Long talks and catching up

I just returned from the viewing for Marcia. It turned out to be a nice opportunity to catch up with Steve, Cheryl, Randy, and Doug from my old SEA (Science and Engineering Associates) days, which was my first job as a co-op in college and then for the first year after college. I had a chance to spend quite some time talking with Cheryl, who I have a good relationship with. We talked all about losing relationships and finding ourselves, and what makes for a good marriage and what makes for a good self. I always enjoy our chats, and felt especially "present" during this one, which I take to be a good sign. Now, if I can just take that "in the now" energy and bring it with me to the rest of the world...

My mom asked me for the address to this blog tonight, after reading my sister's blog (see side bar - Adventures in Vet School) - Hi Mom! This should be a little interesting having mom (and possibly dad?) read my blog, as we don't really do the emotion thing in our family. And I'm a little nervous about my mom reading my previous posts, since I talk about being ready to move on, which I am, but I fear that perhaps I was not as "diplomatic" as I could have been. Well, maybe it will prompt additional conversation. Although, honestly, I've done alot of the "deep conversation" bit over the last 9 weeks, and I'm ready for a break.

Tired. Must sleep. More tomorrow. Come back then.