Saturday, May 18, 2013

Don't wake me up... for


Graduations?
 
*yawns*
 
Nephews?
 
Not in my house.
 
Again.
 
Please.
 
*stretches*
 
Garden tours?
 
Are there fat, chubby chipmunks?
 
Low flying birds?
 
Otherwise.
 
*bigger yawn*
 
 Polish chickens?
 
*snorts*
 
*waits for punch line*
 
But -- porch time?
 
*raises furry paw *
 
Booyah.
 
 

Tuesday, May 14, 2013

Marietta Garden Tour 2013

My sister, her friend Christine, and I spent a lovely, overcast Saturday on our first annual Marietta Garden Tour.
 
What follows is just a little taste of the beauty of the day:
 
Flowers
(lots of poppies and peonies)
 












 
Gardens -- all types
 




 
Doors
 





 
Sheds
 

 
and one Polish chicken
 
 
;-)
 

Thursday, May 9, 2013

Graduate! Yes!


Always happy to watch another one of the 'phews don the mortarboard, cross the stage, and move on into (cough, cough) adulthood, I attended Stephen's graduation and noted that  "mother and daddy would be so proud."


 Stephen is the seventh of their eight grandchildren to graduate from college.

*crosses fingers for Glenn*

What a legacy they began, when they determined that they would make sure that all four of their children would have the opportunity to go to college[we all did and graduated!), and now my siblings have given their own children that privilege.

*sigh*

At Young Harris College in the Georgia mountains on last Saturday at 11am, during a monsoon [we got four inches], Stephen graduated from college with a BA in English.

*claps*
*throws confetti*

Held in their spanking new gym, the class of 2013, resplendent in cap and gown, and their families sat through a commencement speech by Monica Kauffman Pearson, too much chat by President Kathy Cox [sorry, a little editorializing there], and then two hours later received their diplomas.

Who throws a graduation during lunch, btw?

Regardless of the fact that Pearson's speech was riddled with clich├ęs, it's always worth it to sit through one to see the completion of such success for a loved one.

So. Stephen. Congratulations.

Now, get a job.

the family with the graduate


Aunt Harriett: So Stephen, how did you end up liking all that literature?
Stephen: I didn't.
Aunt Harriett: *gasp*
Stephen: I mean, I like to read and write, but not necessarily read the "canon."
Aunt Harriett: *holds fingers up in the sign of the cross*
Stephen: Okay. Some of it was all right.  
Aunt Harriett: *checks blood sugar* 

 
 
Andrew took this picture of Stephen about 1/2 way through the ceremony.
 
Trust me, Stephen, we were with ya. LOL