I PASSED!!

It's official! I actually get to graduate! After five years of working on my master's degree, I'm finally finished. There was some question on whether I would get to graduate, given the fact that I didn't pass the master's exam the first time around. But, the retake results are in and I passed!! I turned in my last research paper and reading journal last night, so I'm good to go.

I can't tell you how happy I am that I get to graduate. It's been a long haul. I've literally put my blood, sweat, and tears into getting this degree. It's not that I actually intend to change careers--I like my job that pays me really well--now that I have it. My reasons for getting this degree really don't have much to do with my job. Starting this program was one of the first things I did that was just for me. I didn't do it to compete with my friends, or to please my parents, or because I was expected to. I did it because I wanted to. I don't always do what I want. Most of the time, I do what other people want or expect from me. But this, this was mine. And it didn't come easy. I definitely struggled along the way with school and with myself.

In the end though, I'm proud of myself for what I have accomplished. And for me to be able to say that is the best gift in the world.

My New Little Friend

As sad as it was to say good-bye to Victoria, I am pleased to announce that a new little critter has weedled his way into my heart. Meet Quigley:

He's four months old and an absolute sweetheart. I went into the Anti-Cruelty Society with every intention of picking out a very small kitten, like in the 8 to 9 week bracket. But, they were all adopted. I was decidedly disappointed, until a little brown stripey paw grabbed my finger. He had my undivided attention as he rolled on his back and looked lovingly at me. That sealed it. I just had to bring him home. I'm such a sucker.

I've never had such a snuggly cat. Victoria snuggled, but not like this. He wants to sleep on my chest. He wants to be held. He likes kisses and being carried through the house. It's a bit strange for me, but I'm not complaining. He's a joy to have, but he's also definitely a kitten. There's a lot of jumping and running and playing going on in my apartment now. So much so that I have to leave the house to get anything done. Even eating is a challenge. I officially do not like paw prints in my sandwiches. Personal preference.

But, in the end, I can't resist that little face. He doesn't replace Victoria, no kitty ever will, but he's a very special kitty, and I'm happy that I get share my life with him.