On Saturday May 8, 2010, my husband will graduate from Winthrop University. There's really nothing more to say on that except that I am so very proud of him. The last 3 years have been very difficult in this household, and there were at least a dozen different times where quitting would have been easier. But in life, doing what's right doesn't mean doing what's easy. We pulled together as a family and stood by him. Garrett worked his tail off, most days running on a mere 3 hours sleep. And he got it done. So well in fact, he wasn't that far off from graduating with honors. Personally, he could've graduated as a D student and I wouldn't have cared, so long as he finished what he started!
So, I've been party planning for the last month on top of everything else. This week has been a little rough since I'm in full on CF exacerbation mode. All I want to do is go to bed and sleep for a week. But it's menu planning time and decorating time, etc. Tomorrow morning we get to watch him walk across that stage finally. And later on, we will get to celebrate it all with family and friends and a ton of food, music, and cake!
I can't wait! I am so proud of him. He has set a great example for our daughter and I know that she is bursting at the seams to get to witness his commencement ceremony.
We love you, Garrett! Congratulations!
Friday, May 7, 2010
Thursday, May 6, 2010
Spring Myself into Summer....
Back in February, when I last posted, I had every intention of typing on here at least 3 or 4 times per week and making a serious go of this whole blogging thing.
Hahahahahahaha!
Once again, life got in the way.
I should have known better than to want to accomplish any personal goals as spring festival season was approaching. Rock Hill's annual Come See Me Festival took place from April 16-24. In the month or so leading up to the festival, I spent most of my time soliciting for prize donations and trying to "adopt" out frogs for the RHPRT Frog Float which benefited Cystic Fibrosis. I worked the souvenir/frog booth on the 15th at Beach Bash, the 16th at Gourmet Gardens, Garrett and I sang as Elton John & Kiki Dee and as Sonny & Cher at the Divas Through the Decades concert on the 20th, we sang a selection from Hairspray at Glencairn Gardens Broadway Nights on the 22nd, and worked Moonlight & Jazz on the 23rd. The Frog Float was on the morning of the 24th...thankfully, the tailgate and fireworks extravaganza was rained out that evening. But I did make it to the Edge Theatre Company's auditions for the Shadow Box that afteroon.
In addition to the CSM responsibilities, I agreed to assist my sister-in-law in directing the SC Strawberry Festival Pageant which was held on April 29th. So, at the same time I was prepping for the CSM week, I was also up to my eyeballs in paperwork and appointments and more paperwork, and pictures, and more paperwork for 28 contestants. It was a learning experience. It came off amazing given the little time and resources and volunteers we had to work with. I'm glad it's all done now.
The day after the frog float, we had interviews and choreography for the contestants. I left that night with a sore throat. Over the next few days it got much worse, add on some fever and head congestion, and by that Wednesday night for tech rehearsal I was sick as a dog. I made it through pageant night--barely--and had hoped to hibernate all weekend.
Wrong.
I was in and out most of Friday day time, and then that night (which I really didn't mind, I only wish I had felt more up to being there) Garrett and I had been given tickets to the Catawba Care Coalition's annual Dazzle and Denim AIDS benefit. It was fantastic! Saturday morning I had to be in Fort Mill for a little while at what I was told would be the official presentation/unveiling of the queens to the public. Turns out they did that on Friday night. Oh wella. The rest of the day (12pm-10pm yikes!) was spent with my 4 Cadette Girl Scouts (ages 11-12) building a recycling center for Aldersgate UMC as their Silver Award project. Many tired, hungry, thirsty, sawdust filled hours later I was ready to collapse. I didn't make it to church on Sunday. Thought I'd try to be sick for a few hours so I could go to my niece and other sister-in-law's birthday party that night. I never made it off the sofa.
The last few days have been spent trying to lay low and be sick so that I can recover sooner. Not working out as planned. After careful thought and consideration, I withdrew from the cast of the Shadow Box (still breaks my heart). I have a clinic appointment next week and since I don't know what's going on in my chest right now, I couldn't risk that they would keep me or change my regimen and have it totally throw off the play. Better to let them recast now. Still makes me so sad, though. I can't wait to see the play. The cast is awesome!
Anyhoo, you know that thing people say when they want you to chill out and slow down? It goes something like, "the world isn't going to fall apart if you're not there..." or something to that effect? Well, they're wrong. I took a half day off on Monday to just completely rest and recouperation. Know what happened? The world fell apart. Plans for Garrett's college graduation this weekend got off track, pageantry stuff keeps coming back to haunt me, emails started piling up, phone calls, laundry, the dogs, cockroaches, Rylie's grades...it just built up and then felt like it exploded in my own head.
And so, come Tuesday and Wednesday, and even today, I have been pushing myself. Not as hard as usual. I've made time to make sure that all of my breathing treatments are getting done on time, 3 x a day, which is way more than I can usually say. I'm a bad patient! And I've made time to read a little. I need to work in time for a nap! But that's not going to happen this week. Rylie has music tonight. And my parents arrive tomorrow. And we need to prep for Saturday! Winthrop University commencement is Saturday morning, and then we will be having Garrett's graduation party. Oh! And Sunday is Mother's Day. And! There's a city council meeting on Monday. And! Then I go to MUSC for clinic. And then! We have handbells and Girl Scouts! And then! We go to the Great Strides walk for CF.
It never ends!!
The funny thing is that I am actually trying to slow down. This is me...slowed down. It's insane, right? What the heck keeps me moving??
Hahahahahahaha!
Once again, life got in the way.
I should have known better than to want to accomplish any personal goals as spring festival season was approaching. Rock Hill's annual Come See Me Festival took place from April 16-24. In the month or so leading up to the festival, I spent most of my time soliciting for prize donations and trying to "adopt" out frogs for the RHPRT Frog Float which benefited Cystic Fibrosis. I worked the souvenir/frog booth on the 15th at Beach Bash, the 16th at Gourmet Gardens, Garrett and I sang as Elton John & Kiki Dee and as Sonny & Cher at the Divas Through the Decades concert on the 20th, we sang a selection from Hairspray at Glencairn Gardens Broadway Nights on the 22nd, and worked Moonlight & Jazz on the 23rd. The Frog Float was on the morning of the 24th...thankfully, the tailgate and fireworks extravaganza was rained out that evening. But I did make it to the Edge Theatre Company's auditions for the Shadow Box that afteroon.
In addition to the CSM responsibilities, I agreed to assist my sister-in-law in directing the SC Strawberry Festival Pageant which was held on April 29th. So, at the same time I was prepping for the CSM week, I was also up to my eyeballs in paperwork and appointments and more paperwork, and pictures, and more paperwork for 28 contestants. It was a learning experience. It came off amazing given the little time and resources and volunteers we had to work with. I'm glad it's all done now.
The day after the frog float, we had interviews and choreography for the contestants. I left that night with a sore throat. Over the next few days it got much worse, add on some fever and head congestion, and by that Wednesday night for tech rehearsal I was sick as a dog. I made it through pageant night--barely--and had hoped to hibernate all weekend.
Wrong.
I was in and out most of Friday day time, and then that night (which I really didn't mind, I only wish I had felt more up to being there) Garrett and I had been given tickets to the Catawba Care Coalition's annual Dazzle and Denim AIDS benefit. It was fantastic! Saturday morning I had to be in Fort Mill for a little while at what I was told would be the official presentation/unveiling of the queens to the public. Turns out they did that on Friday night. Oh wella. The rest of the day (12pm-10pm yikes!) was spent with my 4 Cadette Girl Scouts (ages 11-12) building a recycling center for Aldersgate UMC as their Silver Award project. Many tired, hungry, thirsty, sawdust filled hours later I was ready to collapse. I didn't make it to church on Sunday. Thought I'd try to be sick for a few hours so I could go to my niece and other sister-in-law's birthday party that night. I never made it off the sofa.
The last few days have been spent trying to lay low and be sick so that I can recover sooner. Not working out as planned. After careful thought and consideration, I withdrew from the cast of the Shadow Box (still breaks my heart). I have a clinic appointment next week and since I don't know what's going on in my chest right now, I couldn't risk that they would keep me or change my regimen and have it totally throw off the play. Better to let them recast now. Still makes me so sad, though. I can't wait to see the play. The cast is awesome!
Anyhoo, you know that thing people say when they want you to chill out and slow down? It goes something like, "the world isn't going to fall apart if you're not there..." or something to that effect? Well, they're wrong. I took a half day off on Monday to just completely rest and recouperation. Know what happened? The world fell apart. Plans for Garrett's college graduation this weekend got off track, pageantry stuff keeps coming back to haunt me, emails started piling up, phone calls, laundry, the dogs, cockroaches, Rylie's grades...it just built up and then felt like it exploded in my own head.
And so, come Tuesday and Wednesday, and even today, I have been pushing myself. Not as hard as usual. I've made time to make sure that all of my breathing treatments are getting done on time, 3 x a day, which is way more than I can usually say. I'm a bad patient! And I've made time to read a little. I need to work in time for a nap! But that's not going to happen this week. Rylie has music tonight. And my parents arrive tomorrow. And we need to prep for Saturday! Winthrop University commencement is Saturday morning, and then we will be having Garrett's graduation party. Oh! And Sunday is Mother's Day. And! There's a city council meeting on Monday. And! Then I go to MUSC for clinic. And then! We have handbells and Girl Scouts! And then! We go to the Great Strides walk for CF.
It never ends!!
The funny thing is that I am actually trying to slow down. This is me...slowed down. It's insane, right? What the heck keeps me moving??
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