Gems and Jewels

No one can really put a price on motherhood. I think it's beautiful that everyone has a mother, it's such an intrinsic and majestic value, and today I am thankful to have the wonderful mother I do. To the left is a photograph of my mother holding my baby cousin when she was a newborn.

Today in church a fond memory jogged my mind as I wandered during the message (whoops!) I remember sitting next to my mother when I was young. I would squeeze my whole body on the brown, fabric pew and reaching out to touch my mother's jewelry. No matter what occasion, she had something different on that sparkled and shimmered. I would reach out to touch, and she would take off rings and bracelets and let me try them on. I would slide the rings on my fingers and smile as they would dangle from my skinny little fingers and imagined what it would be like to wear real rings someday, rings that fit and looked so marvalous just like hers.

As I sat in church next to my buddy from Penn State and he whispered to me what stone was in my my ruby ring, the one that belonged to my grandmother from my mother's side of the family. I took it off and let him slide it on his pinky and look at it from all angles, and it reminded me of my mother and how I would look at it the same way (not to belittle my friend by saying he was acting like a child, he's really quite smart). Then he inspected my other ring, from the other grandmother on my Dad's side of the family, and he tried it on for size. Who knew that playing with rings in church could be so memory-jogging.

Have a Happy Mother's Day everyone :)

A Grad Finale

When you take a pause and look back, you begin to realize that time truly does fly. It seems like yesterday that my brother, my cousin, and I were playing crazy eights on old S67 to pass the time for the hour long ride home. But today my brother graduated from college, and everyone's left asking themselves "When did that happen?"

No more dorm move in's to old SRU, no more laundry heaps to wash before Sunday evening - maybe it's about time he graduated! I feel it's been a great four years there for him, so I'd like to take this time to say congrats to the brotha from the same motha on a job well done!

After sitting in the fieldhouse for about 2 hours watching hundreds of graduates walk across the platform, we snapped some pictures (above) and then headed out to the Texas Roadhouse. Something funny that made me chuckle was when we ran into a classmate of my brother's from high school and his family. My parents know his parents, they went to high school together, my brother and their son went to high school together, you get the picture. But what made me laugh was their grandmother who would shake their head in disbelief that my brother graduated, and then to top it off, they looked at me and couldn't fathom the fact that I'm going into my third year of college myself.

Earlier we had been introduced to the president of the university. He and my brother have ate meals together, so he's a good one to put on the reference form when it comes to a resume. We were chatting, the family and I, and he asked about school for me and I stated I was going into my Junior year and Edinboro, and his eyes did one of those weird twitches, kind of like what would happen if you saw a dog talk back. He seemed like a nice guy, had good things to say about my school, which is always a good move, and had great things to say about brother.

It's so funny how society does this radical shift, at least for women. In the teens, most girls want to look ten years older than what they really are, and then give them those ten years and they quickly change their mind, hit the comsmetic isle, and try to reverse their wish. As for me, I love looking like a kid because, well, it's me and I can't much about that, and 10 years down the road, I'm going to save some money. Muaha. Probably helps that I'm tan-defeicent, my skin will be spectacular, like it isn't already, haha.

My brother and I have both agreed it's good to be done for the summer, even though he's done forever for the most part, at least for now. We're both pooped and ready for a break. My schedule next week is already filling up, but it's filling up in a manner that goes something like:

Mon: work
Tue: lunch with friend
Wed: friends

Eat, sleep, and play. As the great artery-clogging food chain would say: "I'm lovin' it".

So summer is upon us, or at least college students and other students who will bust out of the rooms and step into the sunlight for some personal enjoyment of nature and all its wonder. And when you have time on your hands, you find that you blog more often, so there's the hint that I'm back to the blogging game, well, at least until June 10th when I leave for New Jersey, and this has turned into a ridiculous run on. Did anyone else catch that? I'm too lazy to change that, so I guess you'll just have to deal with that one. Sorry folks.

Time to bust out and return to slowly unpacking my things, which now requires me to move around my room, which requires energy that I don't have, which requires that job to be for tomorrow. As for now, I'll play the dilly-dally game! Peace out!