It was the last day of a great Spring Break. Although it was hard to leave home, I got a great sendoff - definitely a day for the diary! It started with a great wakeup call and then off to church where I was reunited with an old friend - in more ways than one!
I chose a religious university based on its personal learning atmosphere and impressive academic credentials. Although frustrated at times with the strict rules I'm sure in the future I won't regret my choice. In comparison, my cousin Kristen chose hers based on being close to home and having a good time; apparently a degree was an afterthought. When I was home on break I got to experience dorm party life at my cousin's university which was just a tad bit different from mine.
It's almost impossible to believe that four years could pass so quickly. I was graduating from college today! It was a special weekend in my life, one my dad was all too happy to make even more special for me.
It was supposed to be just another typical brief office Christmas party where lunch is catered, a few gifts handed out, Christmas music plays, and maybe an appearance by Santa. You never know who you're going to meet at such gatherings - or what you'll do with them.
Just because you don't have any guys at your party doesn't mean you can't have fun. Kristen and I each invited our best friend and you can imagine what a night we had!
I simply LOVE to water ski. About the only thing better to do on a boat is... well, you know. Combine the two and you have a great day. Add in your boyfriend and you have all the ingredients for a FANTASTIC day!
Muse Muse, v. t. 1. To think on; to meditate on. 2. To wonder at. [Obs.] Source: Webster's Revised Unabridged Dictionary (1913) Note: This is NOT a "stroke story" with lots of sex but rather just me getting some things off my chest. If after reading it you have any suggestions or comments as to what I should do, please send them to me!
Sometimes the best things come about unexpectedly. I'd been anticipating a rather boring Memorial Day weekend which only appeared to get worse when my dad invited me to visit his mother in Illinois. Then he invited my Aunt Linda and her daughter Kristen to join us and that changed everything!
Thanksgiving has always been a time for our family to get together. Each year we switch off as to who hosts the event and this year it was my dad’s turn. As things turned out, his brothers had more to be thankful for by the time the day was over.