Ghostbusters!

So I was on I35 driving to my parents for my day-after-birthday lunch, when BAM.  I saw it.  A real live ghostbuster mobile!  I think it's pretty obvious why I put my life at risk when I decided to take this photo while driving.

Best Birthday Gift. Ever.

Mom: What time are you getting home from work?
Me: On my way home now.  Why?
Mom: Oh, just wondering.

Me: (take my time driving home, stop and get gas, clean out my car)

Me: (Open my front door) It smells good, clean. Wait. Things have changed. (eyes dart around my living room) It's CLEAN!  My mom! (call my mom) THANK YOU.  THANK YOU. THANK YOU.  You're AMAZING.  Best birthday present.  Ever.

Moral of the story: Make sure your parents have a spare key to your apartment, so when they have the day before your birthday off work, they can come over during the day and clean it to surprise you when you get home from work.

The Day I Got In

I'm almost there.  One class left.  A half of a class to be exact.  Then I'll finally be done.  After two years of sweat, blood, tears, and nearly losing my mind, I'll finally have my Masters in Social Work and be free.

It was about this time two years ago that I got my acceptance letter to KU.  I remember the evening distinctly.  It was a Friday evening and I was just getting home from work.  I opened my mailbox and saw it.  A large white envelope.  My heart jumped.  I knew what it probably was, I had been coming home everyday for a couple of weeks looking for it.  I carefully pulled it out and then saw the logo.  This was it.  

I had wanted it so bad.  I hadn't told anyone how bad I had wanted it.  Not even my family.  But I wanted to go to KU badly.  I heard so many great things about their program and met lots of social workers who went there.  To top it all off my mom had gotten her MSW from KU and her BSW from K-State, like I had.  I wanted to keep following in my mom's foot steps and go to KU.  But, I also knew the stats weren't in my favor.  KU had turned down some good social workers, really good, and a mentor had already given me the "don't take it personally if you don't get in" speech.

Now it was time for the main event.  I tore open the envelope, yanked out the contents, and started skimming until I saw it.  The word.  The one word that would satisfy.  My heart leapt.  It said, "congratulations."

Sawyer

What I'm Reading

So good.  Enough said.

Running Shoes and Cat Toys

Last week, I got a new pair of running shoes.  It had been a long time coming.  I probably shouldn't even admit how long it had been since I had replaced them.  They were well past their milage expiration.  Anyway, this story isn't about the shoes.

It's about the packaging materials that came with the shoe and my cat, Sawyer.  So here's what went down.  Sawyer was loving how he could play with the box and has an affinity for things that crinkle (see picture above from play time with a magazine page).  So the paper inside turned out to be what he was really after when he was playing with the box.  To have some fun with him, I decided to put the paper in a bag of catnip for a few hours then got it out and let him play with it.  He had days worth of fun.  More fun then should be legal for a cat to have.  He hadn't touched it for a couple days so I assumed he was done playing with it.  I was apparently very wrong.  I balled the paper up and put it in my recycling bin (which is a small waste basket).  No more than 20 seconds after I put it in there did he go and get it out of the recycling bin and bring it back to play with a bit more.  I know, seriously.  He's like a little man.

Soccer Season

I love soccer and lucky for me I get to to play indoor soccer each week with an awesome team called The Hawks.  I know, cool name right?  The coolness factor would make much more sense if you knew the names of the other teams in our league, ones like Rugburn, Gums and Roses, Stormy Weather...the list goes on.  A new session of indoor soccer started up this week.  We're the team in black (Hawks, black, makes sense, right?)

Anyway, while taking a breather on the sidelines, I grabbed my my phone and snapped a few pictures.  I know there not the greatest, but what's super cool about them is the blurring.  Here's why: check out the feet of the players.  Some of them are crystal clear, meaning they were not in motion...which means they were stopping during each of the steps toward the ball.  However, notice Anna, the gal bursting out in front of them.  No crystal clear feet.  Meaning she was moving and fast.  It's no wonder she was ahead of them.