End of a Junior Era

Today was the last day of classes for SU students. I officially only have final exams left and then I will be a senior. A 44 year old, senior, undergraduate student. WOW. Only 2 more of these semesters at SU and then I have graduate school to look forward to. Did I mention my goal is to graduate before I'm 50?

All Done

I typed until I could type no more. I googled my little heart out. I cut and pasted until my paste went dry. I ran spell check so many times I wore out my pointer and I haven't even cracked a book to study for tests yet... Shit.

Softball Time

This will be a title that you will probably see quite often in the near future. For those of you who don't know, K.C. plays fast pitch softball. She has been playing since she was 4 1/2 and she is quite good! Up until this year, she has only been playing on a recreational league where anyone who wants to play, is the right age, and can afford to pay for it can play. This year she is still playing in the recreational league but she is also playing on a tournament team for the first time. Again, for those of you who have never had the pleasure of trying to figure out children's sports, this is a league where you have to be the right age and you still have to be able to afford to pay for it, (and it is wickedly expensive!), but one has to try out for this kind of team. (I guess that is why it is so expensive...all of those try out times.) Anyway, I had planned to keep you all up to date by separating the 2 teams by color but...yup, you guessed it, they are both red and black. Hmmm. I hesitate to call them the "good" team and the "bad" team because there is a slight chance that one will be a good team and one will be a not so good team and it could get confusing if I have not chosen correctly. (Of course.) I think I will call one the "Fun" team and one the "Serious" team. (I'm pretty sure you will be able to figure out which is which.)

I would not be a good mother if I did not take the time to keep you all updated on the progress, (or lack there of), of both of my daughter's teams so be warned that I am a proud mom and be looking for this blog title again!

"It"

     I realized today that I was laughing and smiling and actually having a good time. Now this may not sound like a big deal to you but have I mentioned it is the end of the semester and I am totally insane? I am trying to figure out if my laughter and good mood is based on the fact that I had a really good weekend and good day...or the fact that I have totally lost it. If I have in fact totally lost it, will I ever find it again, and should I even try to look for it? Perhaps I am better off without it. I have been better off without many things from the past. I can think of a few exes I am better off without. I can think of a few bad decisions I could have lived without. I can also think of a few ex-friends I have lived very nicely without. However, is "It" something I can live without? I am quite certain I am doing well without "It" right now but will I need "It" in the future?  If you lose "It" can it be replaced? 

Nonsequiter of the day: I went to the Breast Center with a friend today. I was very upset that they gave no thought to the fact that some people cannot read. There was not one photo indicating where to find the office...I looked!

Is It Here or Did It Go?

Well, it is a beautiful day in Syracuse today and I am doing my best to at least observe the sunshine through the windows in the student center. I thought I had a good idea a few years ago. I thought I wanted to completely change careers and finally do something I enjoyed instead of something that made me miserable. I decided exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up, (finally at the age of 41), and I gathered up all of my courage and went back to school, full-time. Now, at that time I was so proud of my decision and although I knew it would be a lot of work, I felt I was up to the challenge. I continue to feel that I am up to this challenge, 3 years later...until the end of the semester arrives.

"What the hell was I thinking" are the first words that usually come to mind this time of year. After that usually come "Am I crazy?" Both followed by the most colorful language I can think of. Today happens to be one of those end-of-semester type days and I am once again questioning my sanity. If anyone has any opinion on this subject, please feel free to comment because I personally feel like my sanity has completely left the building.

My Dear Sister

For those of you who don't know, the only reason I thought it was a good idea at all to start a blog was because I love my sister's so much. How silly of me to think that I could be as philosophical and humorous as she is!!! Check out the link to her page..."Who Am I" if you want to laugh your butt off!!!!!!!

Finally!!!

Well, it is finally sunny and warm in Syracuse!! (For those of you who are not familiar with Syracuse...this will be one of our 20 days of sun this year.) Anyway, KC and I got outside and took a great walk with the dog! We went to Onondaga Lake Parkway and walked with all of the other walkers, bikers, joggers, boarders, bladers etc. It was amazing. The dog, KC and I all loved it! We were even able to take off our sweatshirts and be in short sleeves! (Nothing short of a miracle this time of year!) 

We did this with lots of homework looming over my head. Of course this is the end of the semester and literally EVERYTHING is due but who could pass up 65 degrees and sunshine??

Changing Times

     Well, yesterday my nephew turned 18. When I turned 18, it was the ultimate birthday. I was finally an adult! I could finally vote. I could gamble, and most importantly...I was legal to drink alcohol! Now, at this point in my life, all of those things have lost their appeal, except the voting thing. (It still feels wonderful to take part in this American privilege.) Anyway, I was talking to some people around my nephew's age, and also to my nephew and the general consensus about turning 18 today was that it felt pretty much like being 17 except now the guys could get drafted. 

No wonder our kids are depressed!