Visit!

Guess who came to see me last night?! How sweet is he?! I got a call at about 5:15 that he was leaving work and traffic was really bad going home. I jokingly said, well then just come south. About and hour and a half later I got another call and he was here! He'd actually planned it and had his clothes and everything with him for today. I just love this man.

Hmmm, I don't think one of us was too awake yet!
Leaving me...again. Luckily we get to be together tonight or I'd probably be in tears again! He even parked next to me...our cars kind of match...aren't we cute!
Off he goes to fight traffic...
...leaving one very happy girlfriend behind!

I am so, so happy he came. I needed that really badly.

Graduation!

So it's confirmed: Once I finish this semester and with 16 credits in the spring I'll be graduating in May!!!

Anxious

I am waiting rather impatiently for 10am to roll around. Why you may ask. Because I am going to meet with my advisor to hopefully be told what I already know: I'm enrolled in the classes I need to be for the semester, that the remaining classes I need will be offered next semester and that I am on track to graduate in the spring.

We went over this in April when we figured out what classes I needed to take this semester and I took the online summer class I needed (or else I would have been 1 credit shy of graduating) and we established which classes I needed to take in the spring, but still.

I want to cross off the classes I completed last semester and the summer one so I can physically see the ones I have left to take. I'm weird I know, but I want to absolutely guarantee that I will graduate on May 9th, 2009!

There shouldn't really be any question because I have 94 credits completed, and enrolled for 18 this semester which equals 112 leaving 16 needed to come to the 128 required to graduate. Makes sense, right? Let's hope so. I'll post an update to if I'm correct and on track or not. Please keep your fingers crossed! Thank you!

Missing Him

Sunday evening was one of the most difficult time periods of my life.

My mom, Andrew and I packed up all my stuff and off we went down to school. I really didn't want Andrew to come because I knew it was going to break my heart into pieces to watch them drive away. He, of course, insisted that he needed to come to help me carry all of my heavy things into my room (which I really appreciated as it was pouring down rain and I have some heavy stuff).

We got down here and got most everything situated then went out to get some dinner. When we were finished we went over so I could get some food for the week then came back to school. My mom stayed in the car and Andrew helped me take my stuff up (he got to carry the case of water, isn't he a lucky guy?).

Then it was that time. The time that is making my have tears in my eyes just writing about it. He had to leave. It was the moment I'd been dreading all summer. I held onto him and cried. And I am not a crier. What else could I do? I'd been somewhat prepared for it, but my gosh, it killed me. I felt physically ill, like I was going to throw up watching them leave.

The rest of the night was horrible. As was yesterday evening which is why I couldn't post much for the last few days. Sunday night was absolutely miserable, we hadn't slept apart in months and that was so strange for me and from what he said that night, him too.

Classes at least took my mind off of everything for a little while, but as soon as I was back in my room alone a had that sick feeling again. The one that says "this is going to take a while, but you can do it". It's a little better today, mostly because we talked for almost an hour last night and again this morning, but it's still so hard.


I've gotten so accustomed to our routine: We get up, he gets ready while I make his lunch, he goes to work, I get ready and go to work myself, we email a bit throughout the day, we meet up at home, do something outside until it's dark, make dinner, watch some tv and go to bed. Together.

This is just ripping me apart this year. Last year was difficult on the first night when they left after moving in, but after that I was fine. I am so thankful for email and cell phones I can't even begin to describe it.

I guess I didn't realize how attached to him I really am. I have always known that I love him, but I wasn't expecting this wave of emotion to hit me like a freight train.

I miss him desperately, I love him deeply and Friday seems like it's eons away. Like he said in an email, the countdowns to Friday have begun. 3 days, 8 hours and counting.

Back to School

It's that basic. Back to school.

Classes so far appear to be tollerable. Tomorrow when I have the remaining three will be the deciding factor.

Everything is moved into my room and unpacked. It amazes me that it took us about two hours to unpack things and get set up, yet when I move out of here it takes me about a week to get things out. How does that work?

That's about it. I just keep telling myself that 9 months from now I'll have a degree. I guess the other thing that makes me yearn for these coming months to pass is that in 10 months Andrew will be finished with school, too. Hopefully, our life together can really begin.

Leaving for the weekend

Getting ready to head off for an expo this weekend. Also, a big event on Sunday: moving back to school. Sounds like fun doesn't it, Internets?

Hope you all have a terrific Thursday and I promise to have some actual content on Monday!

Is it in You? The urge to golf that is.

I've never, ever had the desire to golf. Have you?

Andrew is suddenly trying to become a golfer. He's actually not too bad really. I'm not quite sure why he seems to enjoy it now, but alas.

I took these pictures, really a video, a few weeks ago. You may notice, besides the awesome golf swings, the fence posts just standing down there. I'm happy to say that there is now a completed fence there and it looks quite nice!

I guess the reason I can't get too interested in the sport is that I really don't want to chase a ball around the course. Although many of the courses are beautiful, I'd much rather enjoy a good book.

So, here is Andrew swinging away. Keep in mind that these pictures were taken from a video so they're not that clear, but better than nothing!
My neighbor Leah.
Andrew again.
So, are you a golfer...is it in you?!

Animal Profile #1 - Molly

I've decided that as long as I'm writing a blog I may as well introduce some of the possible key characters: my animals.

I'll be doing this for a little while, so hope people enjoy.

This is our dog, Molly. She is 11 now. We rescured her from the pound when she was just 8 weeks old. She is a great dog. When we get hay in, she climbs up the stack to the top and lays down, Queen of the Hay! She always comes with me when I ride, even though now she's getting a little old to be doing that and we have to stop several times for her to catch up. She's a horrible guard dog though, would much rather just wag her tail so they'll come pet her than anything!

Molly Dog. I really like this picture. When we're outside she always lays at the beginning of the driveway to watch and see what's going on from every angle.
In her house. She loves it in there!
Always with the crossed paws!
I really liked this one too.
She and I , well, more of me I guess.
She does this thing like she's embarassed. Not sure why, but I think it's cute!

Friday Question

This Friday is a question for all you fine folks. I think I'm going to stick with going between a challenge and a question every other week. Does that work?

This week's question is:

If money and other resources were plentiful for you, meaning not a worry whatsoever, in what way would you first like to see a change in the world?

(I'm going to need some time to ponder this, so I'll have to add my answer later...!)

She's Right!

Ali posted today about Ryan Lochte.

I've got to agree with her.

Compare:

Michael Phelps on the left, Ryan on the right. I just don't see what anyone sees in Phelps, do you? Ryan has the complete package...and a gold metal he just won! Congratulatons to him!

So, what's your opinion, Michael or Ryan?