Man-Child has graduated from college. He got the notification on Friday. Pomp and Circumstance was not involved. Mainly, because Man-Child discovered that "walking" was NOT a requirement in order to get the actual degree. And because he needed to take a CPR class before he was conferred the degree.
He took the CPR class two weekends ago, a week or two after the actual ceremony and received the official word that he is done. So far, he is refusing a celebration of any kind, other than a small, family dinner.
I keep telling him that a party is in order and he continues to refuse. Despite the fact that this is the child that has historically demanded a party for any occasion; no matter how small the event. Despite the fact that this child has so many people that want to celebrate his accomplishments, he refuses to even consider the possibility.
I've also been trying to get him to let me take a picture so I can at least send announcements. He claims he will but then spends every weekend somewhere else.
I think he is just being obstinate to spite me at this point.
At any rate - that's the big news. As for the other news, well...I really should write more often if only so I don't have to go back and figure out what I haven't told you or when it happened or temper the good news with news that isn't as good.
There is much going on in the Gigi household of late. That dream job that Man-Child landed back in December for the upcoming school year? Gone. Thanks to budget cuts. Which let me interject a little rant here - just WHERE is the lottery money going anyway? We were told it would be for education but yet it seems that the schools never have enough money and their budgets are always slashed. So much for making education a priority North Carolina.
As if THAT wasn't disheartening enough for him, the VERY next day his car died on the interstate. What is it with us and cars anyway?! It seems we are killing them off very quickly in this house. So now we are trying to figure out that solution - which, let me be honest, The Husband is dragging his feet on. I know, I know...he doesn't want to make a stupid, hasty, expensive and, possibly regrettable, decision, but at the same time this has been going on for over a month now...despite the fact that HE is the one being the most inconvenienced. I'm hoping that this issue will be resolved this weekend. In fact, I'm putting my foot down. It WILL be resolved this weekend.
The Summer Hours thing? Well, I'm here to report that yes, the days are still extremely long and I can't yet say that it is worth it considering that last Friday afternoon I did absolutely nothing. Well, I had lunch with the guys but once I drove here to do that I really didn't want to drive back to town and it was too hot to do yard work. And I really didn't have anything fun to do. So I read a magazine. The main reason I bought the magazine because the main article was something along the lines of "how to get stuff done." So basically, I read an article about how to get stuff done rather than actually getting stuff done.
So I know you are now wondering - what magical tips did this article have to get stuff done? I'm sure you are sitting there thinking, "I sure hope she tells us what the article said!" So I will tell you...
Just do it.
Yup, in a nutshell, this article that spanned a good three or four pages all boiled down to those three little words.
I was a little disappointed, as I am sure you are. I wanted some magical cure but there isn't one. If you want to get stuff done you have to do it. Or fork over the cash to have someone else do it but, either way, you have to make it happen. And to think I spent $6.00 for this bit of knowledge.
And if you think about it, this post is kinda like that article...I could boil this post down into a much smaller version:
- He graduated
- He lost his job
- He lost his car
- Summer Hours
- Wasted time and money reading an article
But where's the fun in that?
The one really good thing about Summer Hours, so far? Since I come in ridiculously early now, I can pretty much have any parking spot I want! Yes, it is five years later and I still am aggravated that MY spot has been usurped pretty much on a daily basis...but now, at least during Summer Hours, I have an even BETTER spot - unless I go out to lunch. So take THAT anonymous spot stealer!