Well That Was Hot

Of course it would have to be 90 degrees when people are going to pack themselves into a hot high school gymnasium in the end of May. But everybody sweated it out for a short ceremony as the class of 2011, all 58 of em walked across the stage to accept their diplomas.  We have it lucky here in small town USA we don't have to sit through 2000 kids, thankfully.

Here's a few snapshots from the big day.

Congratulations NiBo!

I Don't Like People (A Venting Post)

Ok not necessarily all the people, just most of the people I know. NiBo is graduating (in case you didn't get that from the several posts filled with NiBo seniorism) and on Sunday I had the snorworthy privilege of attending Baccalaureate. I'm not going to lie, I don't really understand the whole point behind Baccalaureate but anywho. I think I've mentioned this before but people from my high school/town are rude. You'd think coming from a town of 3400 people would be nicer and at least acknowledge that you exist.

As I was making my way to the cake and punch at Baccalaureate I crossed paths with a teacher from high school, she taught Geometry (ugh) she was the student council advisor (I was on student council), you were the leader for Interact (I was president for 2 years) you know me, so why did you barely make eye contact and force a hello?

Living in said small town most people will leave to find jobs in the big town. I see you in the halls we went to high school together there was like 200 people in our whole high school, you know me or at least recognize my face (unless I've gained that much weight, in which case I should exercise), can't you muster a hey how are you?

Since your lucky to even have a job, why do you sit and surf the internet all day why others are working 7-7 (yes the money is nice) but if I'm the only person working why bother?

Why are you a grown ass adult and still act like we are in high school and tattle and think the whole world is out to get you?

Why can't you give a slight lift to your left hand to signal that you are going to cut in front of me then slam on your breaks because apparently you forgot how to drive?

Why can't you predict whether or not it is actually going to rain on any given day? I'd like to ride my motorcycle without the looming threat of severe storms that never appear.

Why can't you step up and do your job, you know that thing your supposed to know how to do and get paid for, instead of relying on others under your paygrade?

Why can't you right-click, copy, save-as your own files?

Why can't I find the motivation to get started with something?

Mostly why can't you grow up?

If any of these sound like they apply to you, it's merely coincidence and you have a guilty conscience, in which case I'd like an explanation to the question.

To feng shui this post, here are things I'm not angry and questioning.

Thank you Amazon for having Lady Gaga's new album for 0.99 and automatically downloading it to my itunes so I don't have to figure that out.

Thank you ipod for staying charged and holding my favorite songs safe so I can turn it up and tune out at work.

Thank you quotes for finding your way into my life at just the right time.

Thank you all for reading my blog, some days are better than others, thanks for toughing it out.

Three Day Bucket List

So you may have heard that the world is ending or going to start ending or something along those lines Saturday May 21. Three days. I guess I should have paid more attention, because now I only have 3 days to prepare, Noah had 7 right?

It's assumed there will be earthquakes and a great flood. We'll need a way to float, I suggested canoe (since we don't have the prep time for an Ark) Page Turner said they tip over too easily and kayak's are on sale at Dick's. It was decided to fore go the animals, they are too messy.

Then we need to get down to the nitty-gritty.The Three Day Bucket List. Obviously I'm not going to be able to travel and don't have money to spend on grandeur, and I don't have the vacation days to take off work so I'll have to actually work in case Sunday rolls around. I'm working OT 7-7 tomorrow and Friday and working all day Saturday so my list items will have to be small. Maybe I'll slack off a little more than usual these next few days.

What's on your Three Day Bucket List?


Here are some of my favorite Tweet's I've seen thus far...

Trust the Universe

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NiBo's Senior Pictures

NiBo is all growd up, a senior in high school already! I don't usually like to take pictures of people but when it's family and if I mess up I don't feel so bad and can always redo. But I think we did a pretty good job first run...

"You Don't Like People Touching Your Feet Do You?"

Was not a question I expected to hear today. Backstory I have a bump on my foot that hurts, yes it only appeared Saturday but you walk on your feet and I googled, and foot pain of any kind is not normal. So off to the foot doctor I go, an unexpected last minute addition to my day, thank the lord I shaved my legs this morning.

Having never been to the foot doctor before I wasn't really prepared for the huge magnifying glass with a bright light attached to it to inspect my feet. I'm not normally self conscious about my feet but when you're in a chair reclined so they are there in all their unpedicured glory you start to think about them a little more. I was also not expecting the doctor to be a younger fellow either, I did however expect all the old people in the waiting room, that's just par for the course. So after I stated that my primary shoe choice was cowboy boots and showed my country bumpkin-ness fashion sense, the doc took a look. Apparently I wasn't relaxed hence the "You don't like people touching your feet do you" question.... how do you answer that?! After I lost the deer in the headlight look all I could mutter was well people don't usually touch my feet?!

After the akwardness, I needed an xray. Wondering to myself if I need to put my shoes back on or at least my socks, the nurse popped in with these little hospital booties to put on my feet "I don't want you to step on a toenail or something" gross! Then all I could think of was you know how bars throw peanuts on the ground, well all I could picture was toenails like that.... gross gross gross!

I don't know what the lesson to be learned from this visit was but I hope that foot doctors get paid very good money, because there are some janky looking feet out there. And do we really need to decorate the office with pictures of feet, sure they were some cute baby feet, but you don't see other specialty doctors decorating their offices with their primary practice displayed on the wall... I mean think about it, there are some things we don't need to see on the wall of the examination room.

Happy Mom & Gma Day!

Happy Mother's Day!

A Big Fat Birthday Sandwich

Happy Birthday Dad! 

Today is my dad's birthday! For his birthday we took him to enjoy his first ever Fat Sandwich at the Fat Sandwich company. Nestled in the heart of campus town and sporting sandwiches with names like the Fat Lush (my fav), Fat Sorostitute, Fat WalkOfShame, and Fat MutherClucker its hard to see why someone would not love this place.

All Fat Sandwiches come topped with fries (yes you heard me on top of), my favorite the Fat Lush comes with cheesesteak, grilled chicken, mozzarella sticks and BBQ, all on a sandwich, sounds gross but really delish. Mom and Dad split a Fat Cow (double cheeseburger, mayo and ketchup) a good entry level sandwich. 

Dad I hope you had a great birthday, your new birthday shoes are very spiffy, hope you like them. Watch out, next year is the big 6-0 so you better be on guard, nothing is off limits! Happy Birthday!

The Prom That Never Ends

The last prom in our household has finally come. NiBo's senior prom has come and gone. Being a member of his personal paparazzi I must admit I'm not that sad. It is a mad house running around for pictures, then fighting all the parents for the best shot at the group pictures is exhausting...and not to mention the crazy wind yesterday!

This year it was decided that there would be a "Grand March" and everyone attending Prom could have their name announced and walk the 'red carpet' across the gym in front of parents and friends.... kind of dumb. It took forever and was a little boring. It was kind of cool to get to see all the dresses and dorks in all white tuxes. Prom is a whole different ballgame these days, a mere seven years ago for my senior prom, girls didn't show off all the goods in low cut, backless, barely covers the bottom dresses.... kids these days. They also decided that rather than have all the kids driving to the big city on their own, they would spend much of their budget on charter buses to haul them to the out of town prom. Our banquet facilities aren't good enough here enough for the glamour seeking "rich" folk, but oddly enough the next small town over is more than happy to bring their prom here.... but I digress.

NiBo, I hope you had a great senior prom, even though they are lame. I hope the after prom hypnotist remembered to let you out of the spell and don't stay in super hero mode for life... enjoy the pics of NiBo hamming it up for the camera.

The Heisman

Air guitar

The Ricky Bobby, "I don't know what to do with my hands"

The annual peaking Pete pose

James Bond

The Grand March

Check out last year's prom post here!