Can I BE any more excited?

Tomorrow I get to walk across a stage and shake hands and take pictures and then in 4 - 6 weeks get my Master's degree in the mail! I am sooo excited it's not even funny!

My parents and sister and brother are coming, and I keep telling any of my kids that if they're bored they can come watch me walk, too! Then it's Mother's Day, and it will be fun!

Then next weekend, my Little Man turns TWO and we're having a birthday party for him, and then the weekend after that my brother is graduating from high school and my seniors are graduating and I get to give out a scholarship for our chapter of the National Honor Society.

The next weekend, we get to go to Dallas to see some family of my MIL's, and then we get a weekend break. Then it's wedding season, and everyone we know that isn't already married is getting married, and then I can only wait for July to get here so that we can take our much anticipated vacation, just the two of us.

Anyone else have really good news, because my cup runneth over! I am so blessed!

Invention Idea

There are cordless appliances everywhere. There are all sorts of things that have been improved by making them cordless. A drill is easier to use when it's cordless, a cordless phone is about all they sell anymore in the stores, the cordless screwdriver made it easier for women to get things done around the house without having a man around, and the list goes on and on. So, why doesn't it include a vaccuum cleaner? That stupid cord is so annoying! It gets in the way, and then the child wants to try to wear it like a necklace, and then it gets caught on the edge of the chair as you're trying to go around it... and I can't stand it!

And my husband wonders why I don't vaccuum more often... Argh.

CSI Question

Without going into too much gory detail, I have a question that I want an answer for.
When I had Little Man, my ecstatic-to-have-a-boy husband was the one to cut the cord. And when this happened, a couple tiny drops of blood got onto my pillow. My hubby thinks its oogie, but I think its a tiny little reminder that I helped create a tiny little life. When I was replacing the sheets I washed today, I saw it again, and immediately had this question:
If someone were to swab this tiny drop of blood and check it for DNA, who would it come back belonging to? Would it be mine because my blood is what helped sustain this little life? Or would it be Little Man's, because it was his life cord?

I now know that I watch WAY too much CSI. But I still want to know. What do you think? Whose is it?

I Seek, and Cannot Find...

I'm frustrated.
When I want to shop for something in particular, I can NEVER find it. But when I am just looking, aka have no money, I always find what I was looking for before. Or I'll see it one week, and then go back a couple weeks later for something similar, and it's too late!
ARGH!! SO FRUSTRATING!!
A couple examples: 1) It is wedding and baby season, and I have a shower, wedding or graduation coming up each weekend from last weekend through the end of June. A couple months ago, I started thinking about what I was going to wear to said events, but never had a chance to go look for something new. Two weeks ago, I started looking, only to find cute little outfits for teenage girls that showed off way more than I was interested in, or dresses that looked too old for even my mother. There was no in between. So, I opted to pray that something in my own closet fit me. We'll see if I can make that one dress fit for the entire season. Oh well.
2) Little Man's birthday is coming up next month. I have decided on a theme, but I can't find what I want. I can find individual sport themes, but I want them all, because my child is a fan of every kind of ball there is. It's getting annoying. I have searched every store in this town and in Houston, and I have been all over the Internet. I guess I'll just have to choose one, even if it does cost a little more than I am willing to spend for a two year old's birthday party.

I guess it doesn't get any better. It always happens this way. I guess I'll just get used to it.
Or does anyone know how to avoid this dilemma?

A Treat for Some, but not for others…

Today I tried to do something nice. I decided to be nice and help him out because he was whining, and he was starting to stink. It was nice outside today, so I gave him a bath, because I knew he wouldn’t be too cold. Plus, I knew that it would cool him off and make him feel better.
Or so I thought.
As soon as I was done washing him off, he ran away, without even a little thank you. He started whining some more, and then he went straight for the dirt. Why is that when you clean him off, he goes straight to getting dirty again? Just like a boy.

Stupid dog.

If someone gave me a bath, I wouldn't cry about it, and I for dang sure wouldn't go straight back to getting dirty again!

(And you thought I was talking about Little Man!)