Proof the World is Coming to an End

Complete- Drop # 96: Become an Ordained Minister

     If you asked anybody who knew me ten years ago if they thought I would become an ordained minister, I am almost certain that everybody would have answered similarly- if that day ever comes, the end of the world as we know it is sure to follow!

     Well, surely this can not be good news:

     
      Despite not having the slightest idea of how to perform a marriage, I can legally marry you in most states. But, that's okay. I am sure I will not be performing any marriage ceremonies. A marriage that is made official under the power invested through Stephanie probably will have as much pick-me-up as a Dunkin Donuts light and sweet iced coffee that has been sitting in a hearse all day.

      Ladies and Gents, find your nearest bomb shelter. I am certain that end of the world is near.

Graduate from College

Complete- Drop # 10- Graduate from College

Something that was on both my life list and on 25 before 25 was graduating from college. Although I still have graduate school in my future, I did earn my bachelor's degree!

Overcoming Challenges
      Being pregnant my senior year, I was unsure of whether I was going to be able to:

1. Walk and
2. Get my GPA above a 3.5.

      When getting my Associate degree I had graduated with a 3.8 GPA. So, I was disappointed in myself when the transition from community college to university did not go as smoothly as I had hoped. I calculated my likelihood of graduating from Clark with a 3.5 or better. I needed straight A's my final semester. An A- would mean failure. It seemed like a fat chance.

      Not only did I actually get straight A's my final semester, Lela's procrastination in escaping the womb meant that I was able to attend my graduation. I honestly hadn't planned on going- I was sure I would be in labor by then. I hadn't even picked up my cap and gown! On May 20th I woke up pregnant, so we headed up to Clark. Looks like I was walking after all!

Baking the Turkey

     I was excited- until I put on my cap and gown. It almost immediately became clear that a graduation ceremony on a nearly 90 degree day was hardly an appropriate place for a pregnant woman. I was wearing way too many layers, soaking up the rays with my lovely black gown, and packed together with hundreds of other graduates. I felt like a stuffed thanksgiving turkey covered in tinfoil and left to roast in the oven.

     When it came time to accept my degree, I could barely move. Nor could I keep up with the rest of the line. I tried to act as un-pregnant as possible. I jumped out of my chair way too fast and pulled a muscle in my leg. Now I became bloated pregnant turkey with a limp. Awesome. I waddled across the stage to accept my degree and eagerly went back to my chair to start stripping off my layers. It was way too hot for this formal nonsense.

     My parents had flown up from Texas for Lela's birth, so it was a bonus for them (and me) that they were able to also watch me graduate from Clark. Vinh's mother and sister were also able to come. Although I was very happy that I had the support, the last thing I wanted to do was to put the turkey tinfoil back on and take staged pictures. Let's just say that by the time this picture was taken, I was not a happy camper. Shortly after this picture I refused to put the cap back on. I was dried out and overcooked..

     Despite the heat, I was glad I was able to walk. Attending school at Clark was a great experience and- despite being a pregnant, bloated mess- it is nice to have pictures of the event.

Update- Paxil Jack

     One of the goals on my list of 25 before 25 was to get to the bottom of my cat Jack's peeing issue. There is more detailed information about this goal in a previous post, but in short with Lela on the way having a cat with an uncontrollable urge to pee on everything wasn't an option.

     As a last resort, the vet recommended putting Jack on Paxil. The theory was that the peeing was caused by anxiety. Putting him on Paxil for a few months would help balance him out, and then we would eventually wean him off.

The Result:
     Success!

      This success did result in a few personality changes in Jack. But, it's quite impossible to tell if these changes were caused by the medicine, or if the original 'personality' was actually not Jack's personality as much as it was a reaction to his anxiety.

      After weaning him off of the medicine, certain aspects of his personality have returned. But, it makes me wonder if this is also a sign of his anxiety returning. Time will tell. Overall, there have not been any major accidents that can't be blamed on a dirty litter box. So, I am considering this goal complete!