Birthday Roses

I talked about these earlier, but here's the proof! I had mentioned in a long ago blog post that I would love birthday roses. And Christina took copious notes...and she did NOT disappoint me!

When I arrived home from my birthday party with a carload of balloons, presents, and leftover food, I discovered a box on my front porch. I was so excited to find that it was from a flower place.

I recreated my actual reaction to finding the box:
And here I am with my BEAUTIFUL roses. They're still awfully pretty over a week later. I have never gotten so many gorgeous roses at one time. THANK YOU, CHRISTINA!!!!

The colors were just amazing - especially the orangish ones.


So so pretty!!! Thanks for thinking of me, Christina!!!

The Office Party, Phase One

Most of the pictures taken at the office the day of my birthday celebration with them....are on the secretary's camera. So more to come on this one! :)

But here is one side of my decorated office. I was SO EXCITED to come in and find that a couple of the girls had decked out my office with streamers.

Rachel, our student worker, loves to leave me sticky notes that totally brighten my day. She usually hides them in my office while I'm at lunch or in a meeting. But she'd left me a whole group of happy birthday stickies. :D


A couple of the office girls gave me gifts, and I had to wear the happy birthday tiara while I unwrapped them. Notice how I fought that. (eyeroll.)

When Idol Doesn't Matter...

Yes, I'm excited about the Idol results. Yes, things turned out as they should have.

But they don't always.

I heard this news this morning from my friend Marie. She'd heard it on the radio. Steven Curtis Chapman's little girl was killed when she was hit by a car in their driveway. One of SCC's sons was driving the car. That story contains fifty kinds of pain and grief that I can't even begin to grasp. It absolutely breaks my heart.

Though I didn't blog about it at the time, last week I read this article about Dottie Rambo's death. If you don't follow southern gospel music, you probably haven't heard of her, but she was quite a song writer. I think something like 2500 songs? That's significant. She wrote some of the greats like We Shall Behold Him and He Looked Beyond My Fault and Saw My Need. I knew she was over seventy, and I knew that several years ago she'd had health problems, so when I heard the news, my first thought was "Wow, I didn't realize she'd been sick." She wasn't. She was riding in her tour bus to a Mother's Day morning singing engagement in Texas, when high winds caught the bus and it crashed.

So for as excited as I still am for David Cook and his win...I'm reminded that there's much more to life than Idol results.

I'll Admit It...I Cried

I'd been trying to call my parents all evening and couldn't get them. Anytime I can't find them for more than an hour, I panic...they're not young anymore, you know. They could be in a ditch somewhere and I wouldn't know it! So when Mom finally got home to the cell phone she FORGOT to take with her, she found me crying. She wanted to know if I'd been worried...since I was crying. I said, "Well, yes, but I'm crying because he won!" She LAUGHED at me!

I will admit that I was shocked out of my ever lovin' head that David Cook won...and the margin was bigger than I thought it would be. I am SO EXCITED for him. Obviously I don't need to say how much I like him and how great I think he'll be....because I've already said all that.

YOU GO, DAVID COOK. You enjoy that win. You WELL deserve it. And while you're at it, enjoy the Simon apology. In fact, I hope you recorded it and watch it often. :)

Meanwhile, Sarah and I will continue to sing "You are my brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrotherrrrrrrrrr.....best friend forrrrrrrrevvvvvvvvvvvvvvverrrrrrrrrrr."

I'd Like to Disagree with the Judges...

Well the last night of Idol is here (stop cheering, you non-watchers). I'm recognizing in myself the same symptoms I had the finale of season 2, when it was Clay vs. Ruben. I said I didn't care who won, but I lied. In the finale I learned I was a die-hard Clay fan. I was not happy with the results. The only other season I came in disappointed with the winner was Fantasia's season, but I knew going into...the auditions...that I wasn't a Fantasia fan.

So here I've been all season saying yay to both Davids, but I am very aware this evening that I am QUITE for David Cook. I knew I was more a fan of his than I was of David Archuleta...I just didn't realize how fiercely.

I appreciate that they are both nice boys. At least they're going into this evening acting (if not genuinely) kind toward one another.

Round one - here's a shocker. I KNEW BOTH SONGS!!! THIS HAS NEVER HAPPENED TO ME BEFORE!!!! I loved David Cook's song. It's in Runaway Bride and that's one of my favorite movies. And he could sing it to me every day of the week and that would be just fine. And as for David Archuleta...well, unfortunately for him, Clay sang the daylights out of that one in the finale, so no one could ever do it as well in my mind. I thought he did a good job with it...but he wasn't Clay. I was sad to see round one going to Archuleta.

Round two - I'm slow to warm up to new songs. I like to be able to sing along (at the very least, in my head) right away, but I loved the one David Cook sang. Very catchy. Simon, it was too a winning moment!! As for David A - well I thought he did as well as David Cook, but I call this round a tie. Sarah, I agree with you - VERY VERY TIRED of the 'you could sing the phone book' comments. I mean I say that too, but they say it about him EVERY WEEK. Come on, people! At least have him sing a dictionary or something.

Round three - Well, I will say that I did agree with Simon that it might have been the wrong song for David Cook to sing on his way out...just because it wasn't some huge, hyped thing. BUT - I more agreed with David himself, who said the competition was about a progression and he wanted to do something new. I think what he did was brave and mature and showed his completion as an artist. Hence the reason I'm voting for him - and I'm actually getting through!!! This is so new for me! The last time I tried to vote was in Clay's season and I never could get through. David Archuleta - Sarah, was this the song he'd done before? See I don't even remember it. Ehh it was okay - I didn't think it was any more (or less) spectacular than David Cook's. I think he was a little over-praised for it.

Here's my bottom line, which I've said for a few weeks now, but I think tonight proved it. They're both amazing vocalists. No question about that. But if I were going to go hear one of them in concert, I'd go hear David Cook. He's more well-rounded. He can carry the in-between songs part. And he should win. But if he doesn't win...then I still think he'll do an amazing job. He'll be the Clay or Daughtry of his season - the one who comes back to do a great job anyway.

Having said all this, I must go. I have more voting to do.

Bits for Sunday, May 18

Now that I’m thirty, I feel this additional responsibility to be an adult. Probably feeling that about nine years too late, but better late than never, right? But things that I once did (or didn’t do) without much thought now make me stop and ponder.

I’m aspiring to be nice(r) in the Wal-Mart. And by that, I mean I’m trying not to stand in checkout and announce loudly on my cell phone “I THINK I’M GOING TO TURN FORTY BEFORE I PAY FOR THESE GROCERIES.” I’m giving valiant effort to attacking chores that need to be done whether or not I enjoy doing them. Like planting flowers, for instance…and even more than that…reading the tags to see the appropriate amount of necessary sunlight before I bake the “prefers shade” in a full dose of sunlight and then get mad over my lack of green thumb. I’m trying to be assertive – which for me was as simple as actually reporting to the video store that the DVD I rented didn’t work in my player. The twenty-something Bekah would have just dropped it off in the slot and probably rented it again in three months without remembering that it didn’t work. (In fact, I think it really did happen that way.)

And another thing I’m trying to do is to learn why people are the way they are…or at least learn how to talk to them while they’re being “that way.” And in an effort to do this, I’m reading a book every month on some type of relationship. This month I’m reading about marriage…but from a completely hysterical standpoint. The book is written by a “typical guy” whose writing mission is to explain to women why guys are such guys. I want to share with you this excerpt that CRACKED me up.

The author, Chris Fabry, is attempting a conversation with his wife…trying so hard to really connect with her:

“Then she says something that strikes a note with me, that jogs something in my memory. She’s talking about the church service and the touching moment when a teenager opened up and shared deep feelings for his parents and how it affected her. That story reminded me that many young people have difficulty with acne, which caused me to think of a guy I knew in high school, who’s now an accountant and making at least twice what I’m making, which made me mad and also caused me to think that it’s time to send in my quarterly taxes.

“I’m just about to say, ‘Hey, you know what? I need to send in those quarterly taxes,’ and I’ve just opened my mouth, and she’s looking at me with eyes brimming with tears, still thinking about that touching relational moment. My mouth is agape, so I need to say something or she’ll think I haven’t been concentrating on what she’s just said. So I sigh and shake my head and say ‘God is good, isn’t he?’

“I ask myself, Why am I so afraid to be honest and just tell her that her words made me think of something totally off the subject, and I really don’t know what she needs me to say at a moment like that, and most of the time I don’t know what she’s talking about or how I’m feeling about any subject? Why am I so scared to tell her that she lost me three paragraphs ago when she started talking about her relationship with a friend and the pain she’s feeling? Maybe she’ll think I don’t love her if I tell her this.

“I do love my wife. But I also love caramel corn and baseball, and I get an exhilaration from them that I don’t get from a relationship. At least not yet. Caramel corn doesn’t care if I helped out in the kitchen yesterday. It simply waits for me in its airtight tub. Crisp and cool. Ever faithful. I love you, caramel corn. You light up my life. You give me hope. To carry on. I have no trouble admitting that I love caramel corn or old songs by Debbie Boone.” (The H.I.M. Book pp. 49-50)

Hopefully you got the same chuckle from this that I did. And from what I’ve read in his book, I think I’m a lot like his wife, so I’ll probably end up in this very conversation someday. But I will be the first to admit that sometimes my brain takes off like his does. Like the time I read an email while on the phone and I ended up so engrossed in what I’d (mis)said in the email that I completely missed what the person on the phone was pouring out to me. It wasn’t that I didn’t care. I’m sure she was a dear lady. It’s just that I’m so easily distracted.

And just like I wanted that phone lady to give me grace…so I should extend the same grace to the other shoppers at the Wal-Mart. I should learn to find the humor in the waiting because let’s face it: until Meijer shows up in town, waiting is all we’re gonna do.

The other night I tried it. I was (impatiently) pushing my cart behind an old lady in a scooter. She was driving about ten miles UNDER the limit and I could not get around her because of oncoming cart traffic. We reached the end of the aisle and she found herself head to head with a woman coming out of the aisle with her cart. They both started to go, then they both stopped. Then they started, then they stopped. Finally the cart lady waved the scooter lady ahead, and just as she started to go, her children (who were catching up from somewhere behind me) yelled “MOM! WAIT!” More lurching of the scooter. I finally laughed. I wanted to be mad, but this poor lady…was it stop? Was it go? It was probably her first day to drive a scooter. In the end we both waited in checkout for close to a half hour, so what did it matter?

So this is my short term goal…try to see things from the other perspective. Try to realize that we don’t all live in the same brain…we don’t all process things the same…and life is just that much better if you laugh it off. And a snack of caramel corn couldn’t hurt.

The Week (okay 1/8th of it) in Pictures

Last week at this time I was exiting the dolphin show at the zoo. Today I just finished breakfast (YES, I am aware it is lunch time) and I haven't even brushed my hair. Oh well. I needed a lazy day.

This is a picture of Sarah and me at the zoo for her birthday party. Notice the slight v-neck and cap sleeves on my shirt...makes for a LOVELY sunburn. Thankfully it has faded. Sarah is the maker of Flour Child Cupcakes, and she did an AMAZING job on the cupcakes for my birthday. But this day was HER day - no working, no cupcakes!!

She is a much braver soul than I. This must be the "opposites" part of why we can be friends. Sarah is petting sharks. She invited me to join her. I offered to just stand back and take pictures.


"OH LOOK AT HER CUTE LITTLE BONNET!!" Notice I did NOT capture the parade of Amish to the left.

And here is one from my "actual time of birth" party. I would post the others, but I think you get the idea. Truly not my most attractive time of day.

Thirty

That word looks so strange. I'm thirty. It's time to jump up one box on surveys...I'm no longer part of the 20-29 crowd. Thankfully I'm not much of a survey participant, so I won't be reminded often.

Well here's a synopsis of celebration in Bekahland. I stayed up last night until the time of my birth and had a mini-party. Opened the present my sister sent me, had a chocolate chip cookie with 3 candles in it (30 wouldn't fit) and had some sparkling grape juice. And of course - took pictures.

I slept in and woke up shortly before our student worker texted me my first birthday greeting. When I responded and she knew I was awake, I received a phone call from all the girls in my office (the boys weren't invited, I guess) singing to me on speakerphone. Then I watched some lady on TLC do a very poor job of a water birth. (I'm not being judgmental - they took her out of the water because of the quality of birthing performance.)

I mostly lounged today - caught up on all kinds of shows I never get to see. Matlock, Ellen, Dharma and Greg, Little House, A Baby Story. I went to Wal Mart to develop some pictures only to find out the machine was going through "routine maintenance." (In the middle of a Wednesday???) But I'm 30 now, so I smiled (kind but insincere...but hey, it's a step!) and said "That's okay, I'll just come back to pick them up another time!" For this I went out in the rain? I went to Tree of Life for my free birthday drink...which they no longer do. So I paid for my birthday drink and came home to drink it.

And then it was time to get ready for the party. I pulled out the new dress and ironed it. 30 year olds should iron dresses. I donned the festive new jewelry my sister gave me, redid the hair and makeup and headed for the party. It was so much FUN!! Such a Bekah party. They had the guests make scrapbook pages and one of my gifts was a scrapbook (EEEEEEEEE!!!!). I got so many fun presents, and I'll have pictures.

I was sitting in a chair talking when Liam (he was referenced in Sunday's "Bits" post) came flying through the room, arms outstretched and said, "MOMMY!!!!!" I said, "I am not your Mommy, but I'll take a hug anyway!"

The party was fun, the food was super, the Idol results were FABULOUS, although I'll sorely miss Syesha, and I came home to a BOX on my porch. I love that. I stopped the car, grabbed the box and it said FLOWERS on it. I was so excited! I've always thought that to have flowers delivered in a box to your porch means you've arrived. I ripped into the box and found the most GORGEOUS roses from Christina. THANK YOU THANK YOU THANK YOU again, Christina! I took pictures and I'll post them - you know - whenever Wal Mart is done maintaining their machines.

So the day is crowned a success. Thank you to everyone for well wishes, emails, cards, texts, gifts, flowers, balloons, parties, calls, singing, the whole nine yards.

Now I'm going to go clean up cat yammy. I love being 30.

Twenty Nine and Other Stories

Well I'm right at two hours before the big day........I took today off work to bring closure to my decade. I realize some of you will roll your eyes at that, but this is the sort of person I am. I like definite endings and beginnings, so I took today to celebrate the end of what has turned out to be a fantastic decade. I did some journaling about it today - who knew the whole thing had been so much fun?

Last year my birthday was a hurried celebration prior to my last minute flight to Kansas after the tornado. Mom, Dad, and Marie took me to Ivanhoes where I had my first for real strawberry shortcake.

And this was during the work celebration. My hair sure has gotten long in the last year. I hadn't realized how much until I started looking at these pictures!


Well let's see - what else do I have for you? Oh! Happy "I Just Called to Say I Love You" day.
And the zoo story. I had to get permission from Sarah to tell this one, since I'm telling it on her. Sarah (of the fabulous Flour Child Cupcakes) had a birthday this past Saturday and she wanted her party to be at the zoo. So a few carloads of people drove down to the zoo and we wandered around looking at animals and watching the little kids get all excited about everything. One of the babies in our group just turned a year old not long ago. Baby Meredith. She is a pretty stylin' kid - often sporting sunglasses and little bonnets in the great outdoors. We just left one of the first exhibits when Sarah spotted baby Meredith in her cute little hat just grinning over her Dad's shoulder. Sarah said (rather loudly) "OH!!!!!! Look at her cute little bonnet!!!!!!!" Right then, about two dozen Amish people walked by us. Sarah and I dissolved into some pretty heavy giggles. WOOPS! Poor timing but very funny.
And last but not least...IDOL!!!! I so forgot that this was Tuesday - days off work do that to me. I forgot to record it, so I had to rush home in time to watch. Here are my thoughts on the fab final three:
David Archuleta - Round One: I actually thought this was one of his best ever performances. I thought his voice sounded much stronger than normal and I thought he seemed confident and NOT awkward. Round Two: I didn't love it. It seemed hokey - Simon called it awkward and I would agree with that. He was back to the David who is good but doesn't seem quite mature enough to handle tour life. Round Three: I thought he did a very nice job on that one. I didn't think the song choice was as bad as Simon said. I guess maybe I like David better when he's not moving.
Syesha - Round One: I thought she was good, but I wasn't blown away by the song. Maybe if I'd known the song?? Round Two: This was actually my favorite one for her tonight. Her dress was about six inches too short (sorry Phats, I'm sure you loved it) and it was kind of a seductive performance, but I thought she sang well. I was very surprised the judges tore it down as much as they did. Round Three: I thought it was pretty good! I thought overall the judges were too critical of her and I think she could be in trouble because of it.
David Cook - Round One - He did an awesome job, I thought, and I continue to just absolutely love him. Round Two - That was a SHORT song! I agreed with Paula that I was just getting into it about the time it was over. I thought he did a nice job on it though. Round Three - I screamed. SO SO SO GOOD. I also think he should wear that outfit from now on. David for the win, PLEASE!!!!!!!

Twenty Eight and Goofy's Birthday

I've been busy writing and totally forgot to post!! AAAHHH!!!

Happy birthday to the lovable Disney character Goofy. Today is his big day. I thought it was kind of appropriate that it's so close to mine. :)

Twenty eight was a fun year because it was one of the few years when my birthday actually fell on Mother's Day like it did that very first year. My "nephew" Liam was dedicated on this day, and I had lunch and a little partylet at my parents' house.

Here I am with the parents!

Bits...and Turning 27...and Eating a Lot

I thought I'd kind of combine everything into one post today.

First - in addition to the obvious holiday - happy Eat What You Want day. And boy don't you know that I did!! I especially enjoyed Paula Deen's Gooey Chocolate cake. Paula didn't actually make it for me, you understand. But I made it with her recipe. That Paula. She's good.

Wow...we're to birthday 27 already!! Only two to go!! EEEE.

I remember this birthday. My friends John and Cheryl took me out to Cracker Barrel for breakfast, and that was so yummy. Pretty sure Mom and Dad took me out for ice cream after that. I went to their house where I received this lovely cake...

...and these lovely gifts. A recipe box I picked out myself...a Bath sign I picked out myself...and my one surprise, the famous TP holder. (Remember that discussion, Chris?) Unfortunately, I found out about the TP holder accidentally. A while before my birthday, I had ridden in the van with Mom and Dad going who knows where, and Mom had made this purchase and forgotten to take it out of the vehicle. Dad turned a corner, it fell over, I looked behind the seat to see what it was...woops!

After our little celebration, Mom took me to a show home open house. How very HGTV. It was so much fun!!

And then (Christina, do you remember this?) I went over to Andrew's parents' house to meet Emily for the very first time in her whole life. That was so much fun too.

So that's the catch-up on birthdays, and here's the thoughts for the week:

Mother’s Day.

The holiday that always pushes me into wondering what to get for my Mom to somehow thank her for everything she does the other 364 days of the year. Most of the things I end up choosing don’t seem to be quite enough (from my perspective). I have the added responsibility of making up for causing her to go into labor on this day thirty years ago. I always feel a little bit guilty about that.

So today I gave her a photo collage of her daughters and granddaughter, and my extra added gift (which I don’t know if she noticed or not) was the absence of photos of her grand-animals. I baked a cake which she seemed to like – good thing I happened to remember that I’d accidentally left out that last stick of butter before I baked it. Nothing says “Happy Mother’s Day” quite like an almost completed chocolate cake.

Not being a mother myself (since many people share my mother’s persuasion that cats are not people too…and while I disagree, I will concur that they require a bit less maintenance), it’s quite impossible for me to understand how hard of a job it is it to be a mom. I’ve read about it in greeting cards and magazine articles. But I don’t know it firsthand.

While I sat thinking about this today, I remembered a magazine clipping I glued inside a little scrapbook I made. I don’t even know what the page was advertising (I cut that part out) but the quote says, “And the journey begins…You’re a future daughter-in-law…a keeper of new family recipes…a soul mate…the family’s favorite restaurant…a late meal maestro…it begins.”

And that’s what made me think about all those thankless jobs that my Mom has done…and she went completely unthanked for them. (I suppose that is what classifies them as thankless, huh?) She and every other mother in the world.

Wrapping up little gifts for me to dive into every few hours during a halfway-across-the-country vacation car ride…formulating a viable plan for a science fair project with only two days to spare after I changed my mind at the last minute about wanting to participate…checking my math problems for hours every week so that I wouldn’t fail the seventh grade…choosing to play with paper dolls and board games rather than kicking back with a book…taking the early years off work to stay at home and walk me through the McGuffey readers so I could have a head start on the world of reading…driving forty miles a night every week to take me to a babysitting job in the next town over because I didn’t yet have my license…thinking up a Halloween costume every year – including the year I sported a pink cast on the holiday…stopping for chocolate cokes at the Comet Cone a couple of times week just to celebrate the completion of another school day…postponing retirement to help pay my college tuition…cooking a real dinner every night and sitting down together as a family to eat.

These and a thousand more are the things that mothers do because they are Mom. The things they do knowing no one will notice at the moment and maybe no one will notice ever, but they do them anyway.

I’ve often wondered how mothers do it. I am an aunt for real and an “aunt” to many more and I love each of those kiddos to pieces, but at the end of the day, I go back to my own home and collapse and my responsibilities are done. There’s no getting up in the night to change a diaper or setting the alarm an hour earlier to make breakfast and construct matching pigtails and pack lunches…there’s just me, two cats, a remote control, and some peace and quiet.

I suppose, as someone I know once said, “it comes with the placenta.” The extra energy to do all those things and more just comes from somewhere and when it stops showing up, you just fake it until it reappears. Because stopping, I’ve learned, isn’t an option mothers have.

And I guess one of the refueling stations comes from the joy that being a mother can also bring. Again, I know…no kids, so I don’t know what I’m talking about. But today before I left church, I decided I needed a little bit of love, and whenever I need that, I head straight for Liam. He’s the lone nephew in the herd of nieces I’ve acquired by blood and friendship. Whether this is a two-year-old’s phase or whether it’s Liam for life, I don’t know, but he’s all about a big hug, a high five and a nose-smashing kiss. So I wandered around the church to find him, and he was having a great time on the little plastic rocking horse in the nursery. I stood at the door until he looked up and when he did, I just pointed at him and whispered, “You. I was looking for you.” He lit up and left that rocking horse far behind. He ran over, gave me a hug, a high five, and big kiss. And then he just stayed there for about ten minutes, hanging on and humming (quite on key, I might add) Twinkle Twinkle Little Star. I said, “Are you singing Twinkle Twinkle?” to which he replied, “Tinkle Tinkle Little Star…” I loved that moment, and even though I’m not his mom, that was my “mom” moment for the day.

And I can see how those moments replenish the energy that “MOM! WHERE ARE MY SOCKS” can deplete. And those moments are probably more a gift than any photo collage with or without grand-animals could ever be.

So Happy Mother’s Day, Mom. Thank you for all those things and all the things my thirty-year-old brain has forgotten.

And I’m still sorry about the labor part.

Twenty Six and Other Adventures

Today was a very fun day in Bekahland! I went to the zoo with friends to celebrate Sarah's birthday. (Happy birthday again, Sarah!) I haven't been to the zoo since junior high, probably, and it was very fun. It was also apparently slightly more sun-infested than I realized. I'm sporting an interesting (yet ridiculous) v-shaped burn...and a cap sleeve tan on my arms. GREAT. How festive.

Today is "Clean Up Your Room Day" - a day that couldn't make me happier. I realize this may be hard for some of you to believe, but I used to have the MESSIEST room in the world. One time I actually ran down the hall to escape the toppling of a plastic tower, because I placed ONE too many things on it. My parents looked surprised to see me dashing into the living room and even MORE surprised to hear the crash that followed. Mom frequently greeted me on a Saturday with an announcement of "It's time for an Arthur on your room." Arthur the Ant-Eater was one of my books, and Arthur had a messy room. One of the chapters of his story talked about how his mother sequestered him in his room all day until he cleaned it. One day I decided that I was tired of Arthur days, so I just cleaned it up once and for all and I've been pretty tidy ever since.

Here's a glimpse into turning 26. The gray hair had gotten the best of me and I began to go red. Adulthood had gotten the best of me and I hand-picked this festive tart burner for my home. (Still have it, still love it!)

Mom found this at the Rescue Mission - a Redbook issue from the month and year of my birth. Next to this picture I wrote "I'm an official antique."

The Big 2-5

I was SO excited to turn 25. In my mind, it was the last cause for rejoicing before everything fell apart on the road to 30. In addition, car insurance goes down when you hit 25, and I'm all about saving money.

My office was so kind to throw me a party - and they surprised me with a whole Princess theme! (That was my college nickname.)

I had to wear the tiara all day - and I forgot I had it on when I went down to the bathroom - got some strange looks on the way.

They made me kiss a frog...which didn't really help the situation a whole lot, but I did it anyway.


Today has been GREAT. I had the afternoon off work and was able to run errands and bake cookies and right now I"m watching Little House. A great episode...the one where Laura stuffs apples down her dress to try to impress a boy. I haven't seen this one forever.
And in other news...happy "Tear the Tags off the Mattress Day." No idea why that needs a day in and of itself, but there you go. :)

Twenty Four and No Sock Day

I believe we have entered the years of "guess the hair color and style." I threw a party for myself when I turned 24 - my first birthday party in my own place. I was a bad scrapper girl and didn't take pictures of all the guests. :(

Kaegan was there, though! :)
Today is "No Sock Day" and despite the rain and chilly weather here, I celebrated by braving a day of sandals at work. :) It all worked out as long as I stayed inside, but the trips to and from the car were a little icky.

Twenty Three, Idol, and Make A Book Day

Ahhhh 23. The year I tried so hard to look 33. I think I may have succeeded.

And now that I approach 33 (okay maybe in a few years...) I try so hard to look 23. Why is life always backwards like this???

Twenty three. The year of the blue wedding, the failed hair-highlighting attempts, the adoption of little Kaegan James, and from the looks of the picture, also the year our office was temporarily displaced to the gym while our building underwent a remodel.

Well...another one bites the dust on Idol. Can't say I'm surprised. I would say the choice was the right one.

And Happy Make A Book Day. I've done that a couple of times in my life and thoroughly enjoyed it. I realize this makes some of you question my sanity, but that's okay.

And for now...I think I need a little David Phelps fix, so I think I'll finish my workout to a rousing round of These Are They or whatever is in the DVD player. (If that's what it is...I'm sure it will be the first time THAT has ever been used for a workout.)

WOO HOOOOOOO!!!!

After graduation ended, we got to go outside where the breeze (okay wind) could cool us off. Did I mention it was HOT in there???

Here was the receiving line the graduates stood in...and I am pretty sure that camera man right there was the one that got me. I saw myself in the background of a shot later that night.

Lots of people stood in line to hug the graduates.
While I waited in line, I took a picture of the media trucks lined up....

The Official Graduation

I remember this walk across the stage...the moment when I said "God please don't let me fall flat on my face." I didn't and neither did any of the graduates here!

Cassie in line...the media was as attentive as I was...and suddenly they were a little harder to see over.
The official calling of the name...
Another picture I've posted before, but it was so good it was worth repeating.
Cassie and George...
Whew!!! She did it!

Bush's Speech

I have to admit, I'm not a big fan of speeches. I'm more of a music girl and less of a talk girl. I do pretty well with Beth Moore, but other than that, my attention span kicks out way too soon. But I thought President Bush's speech was very good. (I'm sure he's just waiting for my stamp of approval.) I thought he (or his speech writer) did a great job of making it personal to the class and focused on what the day was about...and there were very few deviations to the political world or anything else.

He only talked for about 15 minutes and I thought he also did a good job of engaging the graduates and the audience. Must be that years of practice thing kicking in.


May I say again - GOOD JOB MOM for the picture!! We all took pictures and voted this one the best that any of us took. She shocked us all.

Speeches and Prayers

Jeff prayed at the start of graduation - and look at Mom go with the camera again! (You'll notice that we tended to step outside our normal prayer protocol in our family and take pictures on this day during prayer. Hope God isn't mad at us.)

When the principal was welcoming us at the start of the ceremony, Jeff stepped toward the roped off entrance to the platform and boy were the Secret Service boys checking to see who he was! I was a little scared, but once they determined he was the designated pray-er, he was allowed to enter.

Here's my girl giving her speech. Did I mention she did a FABULOUS job? I am a little teary-eyed even now just thinking about it! You go, girl.

Another FANTASTIC job by Mom. I had this printed in a 5X7 for my scrapbook, but it turned out so great that I think I may get another for my living room...maybe one for my office...at home AND at work...and shoot, maybe one for my room, too! How many seniors have given speeches behind the Presidential seal?

This is the same picture I posted a couple of days ago, but it was so good, I thought I'd do it again.

Cassie, you did an awesome job! Love you!

President Bush

They ended up starting graduation a little bit early - I think because the room was filled to capacity and he was there...so why wait another fifteen minutes just for kicks? I was glad, too, because it was HOT in there.

Anyway, it was one of those really weird moments (for me anyway) because I knew something big and amazing was about to happen, and I was trying to mentally capture every second, but yet when it happened, it just seemed totally normal. They announced the principal and superintendent of schools as they came out and then they announced that the President was entering the room and he just walked out like any normal man.

This is the superintendent on the left and the principal on the right. The principal had a daughter graduating in this class.

Not sure what they're looking for here, but it must be fascinating.


I am so proud of my Mama for taking this picture. It's centered and focused and she didn't cut off anyone's head! Digital technology has done wonders for her. She learned how to use the zoom right before this trip, so that was good. Her old method of zooming (move closer to object) would have gotten her knocked over by the Secret Service!

Here's what I have to say about this experience. (Kind of follows up with some comments left in my first post way below.) Whether you like him or not, it was really cool to be in the same room with the President. I thought he looked like the kindest, dearest man, and he just sat there and looked around at all of us and made actual eye contact and seemed as laid back and genuine as you could ever hope for him to be. My aunt said that my little cousin (he's 3) waved at him, and Bush waved back very discreetly. I thought that was nice.
Even though this whole thing did change the tone of graduation entirely, I thought he did a great job with it, and it seemed like he genuinely enjoyed watching everyone be themselves (as much as you can be yourself with the PRESIDENT in the room). I think it was fun for him. And I enjoyed seeing that side of him. The "I'm a real person" side.