I start classes on June 10 and take my final on July 8.
Short and fast!
I'm sure it will be very intense. But as this is my first class, and I'm trying to prove I can make the grade...I'll be studying hard!
Brief summary:
Husband and I separated for 16 months. His choice. "ILYBNILWY"
I moved in with my parents, got my finances straight, got my depression treated and weaned off of Zoloft. Found a job at my favorite University.
Husband moved back in with me, into our first home, October 2003.
We've been living together for 8 months now...
He tells me that he's "Happier than [he's] ever been."
Here are previous links:
(Oh, and I started off as Phoenix In Training. AS I made progress, Lost Love suggested that I was no longer in Training...I had bloomed...hence the name change. Thanks LL!
PIB, Good Luck! And now things are all falling into place for you! How great! I suppose this means we will not be seeing much from you as you will be VERY busy in the next month!
I'm proud of you for going back to college. You are heading in the right direction for both education and your R!
PIB - good luck in school - you will do great because you are motivated. My D suprised the **** out of me and started college after many years out of school and is making a B+ average.
You are an insperation to me and all the others on the board. keep smiling
I'm not sure how much my class will affect my ability to post..since I usually post from work.
But did want to let you guys know. A sort of 'Cats on the roof' warning.
Speaking of, have I ever told you guys this joke?
John had just won first prize at a cat show and had received a 10-day cruise to the Puerto Rico. The catch was, though, pets weren't allowed on the cruise. So John decided to leave his cat with his best friend, Al.
Al agreed to come over to John's house and live with his mom for the duration of the cruise. John told Al, "Just feed the cat three meals a day, and take good care of him. He's my prize-winning cat!" And with that, he left.
The next day, John phoned Al on his cell phone and asked, "How are things?" To which Al responded, "Things are fine."
"How's Mom?"
"Mom's fine."
"How's the cat?"
"The cat's fine." Satisfied, John hung up.
Next day, John called Al again, asking the same questions.
"How are things?"
"Things are fine."
"How's Mom?"
"Mom's fine."
"How's the cat?"
"The cat's DEAD."
"WHAT?!?" John was quite distressed. "How could you let it die? It was my prize cat!"
"Well, John, I'm sorry, but I couldn't do anything, I didn't see it. But what I think happened was that the cat was on the roof, fell off, and broke his leg. Then, he hobbled out into the road, and got run over."
John was cooling down a bit now, and said, "Well, couldn't you have tried to break it to me over time? You could have said it bit by bit. For example, you could have first said 'The cat's on the roof', then the next day said 'The cat fell off the roof, and broke its leg', see what I'm saying."
Me too