I know my last post was a bit vague and short, but I was limited on time. I didn't realize I was limited until last minute. I mentioned how I was hungry...a friend called me up and invited me out to eat as soon as that sentence happened. Who can blame me for pressing post and running out the door? When I got back I had to adult (do laundry to make up the bed so my daughter and I could go to bed).

Now that I'm out of school and have some incredible down time until Summer Session begins, I decided to write a little and work on this blog a bit more.

Ok, so Saturday was kinda insane and amazing. I mentioned three of my best friends graduating. I was going to add a picture to the post of two of them, but I'm still working out some kinks with that (mostly, I'm too lazy to just email pictures to myself...I'm trying to link them instead). I love that they all graduated at one time, so now I have no more graduations to go to until mine. Jen and Tyler started at ULM at the same time and both took breaks at different times. They graduated together (with me) in high school, and now they graduated from the SAME COLLEGE at the SAME TIME. It's fate.

I felt chills as I stood there and watched everyone graduate. Something about large crowds like that make me incredibly happy. I tear up. This even happens at 4th of July events and such...it's sorta embarrassing. I just love seeing everyone gathered together celebrating significant things. Like, we're all thinking in unity and happy for each other. It's overwhelming, that amount of joy in one location.

Enough being a sentimental baby...

I was only able to find two of the three after everyone was outside of the coliseum, which was Jen and Tyler. I was so happy for them. I can't say it enough.

Afterwards, I went to Jen's party. There, I had some orchada (excuse my spelling) and flan. Oh and the most amazing main course ever! It was all pretty fun. Jen's husband and I raced up his parents backyard wall. I got slightly injured on the way up and humbly took second place. Mitch received a slightly worse injury than me. That is a nice lesson...sometimes being the best means getting hurt the most. Maybe that can be placed in some perspective...hmmm?

Anywhowhatassss....I have a ton more to talk about, but I need to learn to open up a bit more for you, my readers. I get a bit cautious with the real feels.